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Jasmine isn't happy.
She wasn't happy when Eight-Hour fire-moved her to the fringes of civilization.
She was, if anything, less happy when she discovered she had to walk four hours just to get within reach of Downside public transport, and that the subsequent ride home took another four hours.
Less happy still when she returned to find Eight-Hour Chainsaw and her little pet Kal gone, hardly even a bloodstain remaining.
The fact that her tattoo artist needed a gentle reminder of her talents before he would agree to work for the usual rate (free, of course) was just the perfect end to a perfect sequence of calamities, all things considered.
So now, paying the largest sum of floorspace she's ever let go of in one chunk for a vacation to wherever the fuck that crazy little whore has gone, 'not happy' is really the best description of her state of mind.
And when she steps through the door into the unsuspecting city of Metropolis to find that she hasn't a stitch of clothing on - and more importantly, her carefully selected array of jewelry has also vanished - 'not happy' slides evenly into 'pissed the hell off'. Jazz has never taken a vacation before. The fact that you can't take dead things to a live world comes as a decidedly unwelcome surprise.
She wasn't happy when Eight-Hour fire-moved her to the fringes of civilization.
She was, if anything, less happy when she discovered she had to walk four hours just to get within reach of Downside public transport, and that the subsequent ride home took another four hours.
Less happy still when she returned to find Eight-Hour Chainsaw and her little pet Kal gone, hardly even a bloodstain remaining.
The fact that her tattoo artist needed a gentle reminder of her talents before he would agree to work for the usual rate (free, of course) was just the perfect end to a perfect sequence of calamities, all things considered.
So now, paying the largest sum of floorspace she's ever let go of in one chunk for a vacation to wherever the fuck that crazy little whore has gone, 'not happy' is really the best description of her state of mind.
And when she steps through the door into the unsuspecting city of Metropolis to find that she hasn't a stitch of clothing on - and more importantly, her carefully selected array of jewelry has also vanished - 'not happy' slides evenly into 'pissed the hell off'. Jazz has never taken a vacation before. The fact that you can't take dead things to a live world comes as a decidedly unwelcome surprise.