Old age ain't no place for sissies
You'll be great at pool, I know it.
[Mel grins at Mail as they go into the dingy bar she found once before, but the grin freezes on her face when she looks down at herself, feeling suddenly different.
She's older, about twenty-five. She's put on almost enough weight to be normal for her height, and she's dressed in dark blue jeans and a black button-down shirt in a shiny, clingy fabric. Her hair's longer, a braid that reaches to between her shoulderblades. To her relief, she discovers a bar of chocolate in her pocket and her gun in a holster at the small of her back.]
...This room didn't do this last time.
[[ooc: Ageing-up room revisit! Pool tables, darts, beer, booze. Age increase is totally optional if you're already a grownup!]]
[Mel grins at Mail as they go into the dingy bar she found once before, but the grin freezes on her face when she looks down at herself, feeling suddenly different.
She's older, about twenty-five. She's put on almost enough weight to be normal for her height, and she's dressed in dark blue jeans and a black button-down shirt in a shiny, clingy fabric. Her hair's longer, a braid that reaches to between her shoulderblades. To her relief, she discovers a bar of chocolate in her pocket and her gun in a holster at the small of her back.]
...This room didn't do this last time.
[[ooc: Ageing-up room revisit! Pool tables, darts, beer, booze. Age increase is totally optional if you're already a grownup!]]