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[unheeled]

[Early on the evening ("evening" ... what even are these suns) of the tenth, Rita decides that since she isn't dead or raging out, and since she's stuck here for however long, she may as well start indulging herself again.

So here goes.]

anybody dtf? i strongly prefer men.

[Guess who doesn't know her world's zombie virus is transmitted like as STD.

...

...a little while later, when she finds out the "like an STD" bit, she edits her post to add:]

strongly prefer nonhumans.


(ooc: your character is probably not immune (maybe?? idk), but they can be if you want them to be! however, ICly it's not something rita would know, so it'd be... a risk. anyway, the point of the post is rita's priorities are skewed. have fun c: )

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[requiemshark]

[That sounds familiar.]

don't suppose you're rocking white hair?
tough situation. might wanna bug the gods about that. seeing as they dragged you here and what not

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[unheeled]

i am, unfortunately. you know this how?

that's the plan. ugh

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[requiemshark]

call it an educated guess.

could be worse. theres plenty of booze

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[unheeled]

smart guy

well that's one good thing. cant fuck? get drunk

[A class act, this one.]

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[requiemshark]

i try

see now you're getting it

[A stint in prison taught Ephemera to appreciate the small things, drinking and good company among them. Both had been sorely lacking on the Tartarus.]

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[unheeled]

oh honey ive always had it

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[requiemshark]

ill believe it when i see it

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[unheeled]

im down for a booze-off whenever u are, then

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[requiemshark]

hell yeah lets do it

[He could use some entertainment.]

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[unheeled]

name the time and place, i'll be there

[Like she would ever say no to booze.]

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[requiemshark]

come by the speakeasy sometime

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[unheeled]

u better be there. i dont drink alone