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[tickle_me]

[Action - Locked to Logan]

[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.]

Comments

[snikting]

You bein' here is a sign they ain't any closer to it than they were two months ago.

[tickle_me]

So, what, does everyone just settle down here and pop out 2.5 kids? I ain't the family type, you know.

[No fuckin' kidding, Revy.]

[snikting]

Neither am I, lady. Only the crazy start havin' kids around here.

[tickle_me]

How long have you been here, anyway? How long has anyway been here for?

[snikting]

Me? I'm goin' on a year. Others 'round here? Some as many as five. But the Mallies, they've been stuck here fer centuries. It don't paint too optimistic a picture.

[tickle_me]

[...she runs a hand over her face. Fucking hell, she really does not need this shit right now, whether it's just a scarily realistic dream or the real deal. She heaves a deep sigh.]

Okay, say I believe you. Now what?

[snikting]

[He turns around, shrugging.]

Same thing we all do. Ya go to the barrier, ya kick and punch it 'til your hands bleed. Once yer convinced ya ain't getting out, ya come back and find somewhere to sleep. Then ya wake up, ya eat, and then ya sleep again. You keep doing that until the Mallies decide to make things interesting.

[tickle_me]

[Wow. Someone shoot her now and save her the misery.]

Barrier?

[snikting]

Big, invisible forcefield. Hundreds of miles across. So when ya go lookin' for it, I'd suggest ya don't run.

[tickle_me]

[Running or not, this is something Revy wants to see for herself.]

How long does it take from here to the edge?

[snikting]

Head south and it'll be thirty-five miles. You walk, it'll take you about ten hours.

[tickle_me]

[Pain in the ass. But Revy can deal. Just as soon as she takes care of some things first.]

Righty-o. Don't suppose there's any place to get clothes around here? Or weapons?

[She really should get something to eat too, but she's still running on pure WTF at the moment.]

[snikting]

[He eyes her dress. Yeah, even he can tell that this isn't the kind of clothing line for a woman of her type.]

You'll wanna follow me. Once yer in the plaza, the big signs above the shops should tell ya where you need to be.

[And so he takes off in that very direction, regardless of whether she's ready to follow.]

[tickle_me]

[If Revy had bothered to look behind her, she might have paused to pick up her Luceti-assigned journal and asked what the fuck it was. But she wants clothes and she wants killy things, so she instantly follows after Logan -- albeit keeping a safe distance out of wariness. Who knows where he could actually be leading her, after all. She didn't know this place from a puddle in the ground.]