Blanket Fort - Room 32

[lvpd_sidle]

Courtesy of Collins, there is an abundant supply of food from the restaurant in Santa Fe.

There are cushions, blankets, and plenty of space in which to stretch out.

Outside the door is a sign: This is a Tofu-Free Zone.

And the door is unlocked.

Comments

[the_antiangst]

"Hey. You holding up okay?"

(OOC: May run a bit slow.)

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"N-n-no. B-b-but I'm g-g-going to m-make it." She's been drugged up all day, really. The little rat next to her has been keeping her from battering down the bar, "H-he's st-t-till in th-there."

[the_antiangst]

"That's a relief."
He knows from experience, sort of.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"T-t-tried t-t-to t-talk t-to him l-last n-night." She takes a drink out of her own, personal glass. No sharing, convulsions are bad things to give friends and aquantances, "H-h-he w-was th-there. J-j-just c-couldn't g-get out."

[the_antiangst]

"Sounds kind of like the sentient music - I had to really fight to actually talk to Mark a few times in that."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"I-i-i n-need him." She informs Angel soberly, "I'm in n-n-need." Which doesn't mean anything unless you know that Simelang has a whole different tense just to deal with Sime senses and selyn states.