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WHO: Tank Girl, Daniel Dreiberg
WHERE: Outside the city, among farmland and forest.
WHEN: Somewhere during April 27-30.
WARNINGS: Drugs!
SUMMARY: Tank and Dan talk about, well, whatever. Until they find what's important.
FORMAT: whateverrrr
Dan was depressed. Anyone could see that.
It wasn't just Laurie disappearing, though that was clearly a big part of it. Tank dealt with that issue in her own way - firstly, by blowing up a handmade statue of Ronald Reagan, with this journey out into the wilderness, with similar people feeling just as fucked up following along. Sort of like the 60's, one would guess.
Dan, however, seemed more like he wasn't dealing with it at all. Though it was probably good that he was cutting himself off from Tank's bar.
But that was what this was for, right? Deal with all those fucked up problems. Tank was using it to deal with losing her girlfriend - and more importantly, someone who understood her brain - just rather suddenly. Dan looked as though he had other issues on the brain as well.
Having swallowed down a chunk of peyote once they arrived, they had set up camp, and Tank was taking individual turns with them. See what was in their stomachs and their heads. Let them try and find some personal calm and introspection inbetween each little walk and talk, too. Seemed like she was the only one who'd done this kind of journey before, so she was best fit to lead people into finding themselves.
She chose Dan first.
Feeling rather lucid, she headed into the forest, with him following after. Tank rocking her head side to side, popping the joints.
"So." She finally said, licking around the inside of her mouth. But still walking deeper into the forest.
"You sounded like you were in a deep black funk when you said you wanted to come along."
WHERE: Outside the city, among farmland and forest.
WHEN: Somewhere during April 27-30.
WARNINGS: Drugs!
SUMMARY: Tank and Dan talk about, well, whatever. Until they find what's important.
FORMAT: whateverrrr
Dan was depressed. Anyone could see that.
It wasn't just Laurie disappearing, though that was clearly a big part of it. Tank dealt with that issue in her own way - firstly, by blowing up a handmade statue of Ronald Reagan, with this journey out into the wilderness, with similar people feeling just as fucked up following along. Sort of like the 60's, one would guess.
Dan, however, seemed more like he wasn't dealing with it at all. Though it was probably good that he was cutting himself off from Tank's bar.
But that was what this was for, right? Deal with all those fucked up problems. Tank was using it to deal with losing her girlfriend - and more importantly, someone who understood her brain - just rather suddenly. Dan looked as though he had other issues on the brain as well.
Having swallowed down a chunk of peyote once they arrived, they had set up camp, and Tank was taking individual turns with them. See what was in their stomachs and their heads. Let them try and find some personal calm and introspection inbetween each little walk and talk, too. Seemed like she was the only one who'd done this kind of journey before, so she was best fit to lead people into finding themselves.
She chose Dan first.
Feeling rather lucid, she headed into the forest, with him following after. Tank rocking her head side to side, popping the joints.
"So." She finally said, licking around the inside of her mouth. But still walking deeper into the forest.
"You sounded like you were in a deep black funk when you said you wanted to come along."