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[werewolfing]

So, word on the street from everyone's favorite whiny god is that if we form a group to fight off the monsters when the Door opens instead of making him chase them around, we all get prizes. Or something. You know how these guys are.

Anyway, I'm not a fighter, but I bet there's a bunch of you who are real good at killing things. Maybe you should form a club. I'll provide cookies if I can get my roommate to teach me how to make em.

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[unmakes]

if i mix the pink and blue and green it's pretty much brown anyway

❰ don't worry, she's bringing whiskey. ❱

on my way

[werewolfing]

gross you are fired as a bartender

but not really

[she'll find some kid with shaggy brown hair and beardy scruff waiting for her as promised, slouched on the stairs, smoking.]

Yo.

my life is a mess of missing notifs apparently

[unmakes]

❰ she comes with a duffel bag over her shoulder, one that clinks a little with each step. it's less that she plans to drink it all here and more that she doesn't like leaving it unattended anymore. ❱

Heyyy. ❰ a quiet half-grin of greeting. ❱ Where do I park it?