Fast Eddies, Tuesday Evening
The most unsettling thing about Fandom, Makita had decided, was how quiet things were here. There was food that wasn't MREs, which was awesome, but people were just so perky. She was still half-convinced she'd given herself a concussion when she'd banged her head against the tank, and this was all a hallucination of some sort.
So now she was at one of the few places she'd found that felt at least a little bit real. Something a bit more familiar. Right up to the way the big guy was pissed she'd taken his money at pool, and the way she'd had to crack a cue over his head to get him to back off.
Now she was sipping a soda as she watched people bowl, keeping a careful eye on the big guy and his friends. At least her hallucinations weren't totally boring.
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So now she was at one of the few places she'd found that felt at least a little bit real. Something a bit more familiar. Right up to the way the big guy was pissed she'd taken his money at pool, and the way she'd had to crack a cue over his head to get him to back off.
Now she was sipping a soda as she watched people bowl, keeping a careful eye on the big guy and his friends. At least her hallucinations weren't totally boring.
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