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[fogsong]

[ It's pretty unusual for Sharon to bother much with the network. Sure, she paid it some mind but it was usually just all bullshit; from complaints to claims of grandiosity or, worse yet, something new from their gods; it was the shitty social media of Hadriel and she wasn't the biggest fan. But things have begun to wear her down, leave her feeling heavy and empty and so unsure.. ] Does anyone have any tips on dealing with stress?

[ There's only a mild slur to her speech that indicates she's been drinking some but the clear howl of cold wind indicates that she's not doing this in the Speakeasy, she's out on her own, dealing with it in her own way. But she's reaching out this time. In her own way. ] I, uh, hate to admit it but I kind of feel like I'm at the edge of my, I don't know, fucking mental rope.

[ A combination of stressors has just left her jumpy and she's tired all the time. She laughs rather suddenly, bitterly. ] This is fucking stupid.

[ At least when you take what they're constantly put through.

Event wise, Sharon is mildly affected but if you'd like to avoid that, just make a note in the comments with a 'nah' and we'll keep them as they are normally. If you have any questions, desires, what have you, contact me on lunareism or Discord: Lunare#7850 ]

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[fogsong]

I wouldn't turn down some company. [ And maybe not even someone just to talk to. She's drunk enough to ramble, that's for sure. ]

I'm, uh, I'm at Fear's temple if you want to stop by.

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[unphase]

Okay, I'll be there. See you soon.

[and a while later, there's a figure in white and black in the sky, then she descends from the sky. she's still in her Legion uniform, despite the chill]

Hi, Sharon.

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[fogsong]

[ Sharon is up against the temple wall, right outside the cracked door. There's a mostly empty bottle in her hand but she hasn't had that much to drink. With cheeks and nose a rosy pink and hair stuffed beneath a bright pink beanie, hair peeking out in random places, she looks very much a winter mess. But who looks good bundled up? ]

Aren't you fucking cold? [ Hi, Tinya. She looks like a superhero to Sharon, one of those comic book ones people back home liked to chatter on about. ]

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[unphase]

[she notices the bottle, but won't mention it. she's not one to judge the coping mechanisms of others. and she does look a little like she just threw on whatever would be warm, but it's not like the stores have been restocked with anything actually useful for winter with the aliens gone]

Not really. It's a special fabric, it adapts to its surroundings. [that's because she was a superhero back home. she misses it. but she has a seat on a nearby raised portion of the temple and gives Sharon an expectant look]