tickle_me | → Fɪʀsᴛ Sʜᴏᴛ ←

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[Under normal circumstances, Revy might (...miiiiiiight) have taken half a second to think through the consequences of being less-than-delicate with the new appendages attached to her back. But these aren't normal circumstances, no sir -- these are Revy-challenged-Rock-to-another-drinking-contest-and-lost-miserably-thus-waking-up-feeling-like-a-team-of-mini-Sawyers-was-running-around-chainsawing-her-grey-matter circumstances.

As a result, wherever Logan might be in the village, he might hear a loud and resounding -- ]

-- AAAAUUGH! JESUS FUCK!

[ -- before a burgundy-haired girl in a white New Feather dress collapses gracelessly to the ground somewhere within Logan's field of vision, curled into a pathetic ball of bad feels. You're a superhero, aren't ya, tough guy? Do your superhero thing and go save this damsel in distress or something.]

***

[Action - Open to everyone]

[To be honest, Revy kinda wishes she could just lie around for the rest of the day somewhere, but survival instinct overrules it. Not only is she completely unfamiliar with this place, but some goddamn motherfucker took her fucking cutlasses. If she's going to let her guard down for even a tiny bit here, she needs to at least arm herself first. And then proceed to track down the asshole who stole her guns and kill him.

Unfortunately, she's going to be very disappointed once she gets to the weapons shop and realizes that it's pretty much all sharp pointy things as opposed to shooty killy things.]

Don't ya guys have any guns around here?

[She isn't Chinglish Gal, dammit!

Later, Revy goes to the clothing shop, looking for something to replace her shitty welcome dress with. She may possibly smell of vomit and alcohol. Feel free to tell her if it's bothering you, since she'll gladly move out of your way if you do. Ha! Who am I kidding? She'll just tell you to fuck off. It's precisely this attitude that's needed to brighten up such an overcast day, right?

At any point before or after these visits, Revy can be found dragging herself through Luceti's streets trying to get to her destination. She's trying her best not to look miserable, but it's not hard to tell she's feeling like crap. Maybe you saw her trip over something in the road (or nothing at all, really), maybe she's leaning against something for temporary support, or maybe it's just obvious from her expression that she's kiiiinda a Grumpy Gretel right now. Approach to assist at your own risk.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

R'not there.

[Pardon the slurring, but hopefully Daisy should still get her meaning. Revy did check the armory and had just come from the item shop. But she's not giving up on her precious cutlasses that easily.]

[...

She shakes her head to herself.]

It's how things are, especially with munitions. Some special weaponry takes longer.

... Trust me. It will be better to sleep it off and check tomorrow if they haven't.

[Annoying. So fucking annoying, to be without her cutlasses or anything resembling a firearm. Revy seriously barely cares about the whole stuck-in-another-world-with-wings-and-a-barcode thing. Yeah, that's a pain, to be sure, but she'd be able to face it down if she were just armed properly. Fuck!]

So, s'there a motel or somethin' here?

There should be empty rooms in any of the community houses. Those that are empty are free for the taking. There's no use for currency here, so just worry about maintaining your quarters.

[She looks at said buildings.]

Depends on where you'd want to be.

[...no money here? Screw whatever Clawhands said, this was some sort of weird hippie commune. Whatever -- even if she was getting yanked around right now, Revy'll just bail first chance she gets. Not the first time she's skipped out on paying for something.]

What's the closest one from here?

[The giant girl points at the fourth and seventh community housings, the ones closest to the center of the village.]

Those two should have a room available... Will you need help getting there?

I'll be fine.

[ -- except that the world has gone sparkly dizzy in her eyes now and she can't find the strength to breathe, let alone move. She only vaguely registered which buildings Daisy was indicating before dropping her head from exhaustion. She really does need help, but she's loath to admit it. If Daisy steps forward to offer a hand, though, Revy won't say no.]

[...

If she wasn't convinced before, she is convinced even less now. She moves over to easily lift the woman in her arms to carry her, having already gotten used to holding the much smaller residents of Luceti.

Holding the hungover woman like a little girl in her arms being carried to sleep after it had turned too night, Daisy walks silently towards one of the empty quarters in one of the community housings.]

[Honestly, this is probably one of the more dignified ways that Revy's been carried off. She's not really complaining in any case, though, partially because complaining at this point would be too much trouble. By the time Daisy gets to one of the unused apartments, she'll probably be dozing off.]

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