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[acts_of_gord]

There's a headcrab in the Bar. A goddamn headcrab. And apparently the rules, such as they are, protect the stinking parasite.

This place is insane.Unfortunately, there's nobody to petition for revocation of the rules in favor of a couple of minutes' worth of sanity, so Gordon pretty much has to fume in silence over the thing's arrival.

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[flail_victoria]

A blond haired girl in overalls and smelling of gunpowder flopped down in a chair near him. Noticing the gun she raised an eyebrow over a one blue eye.

"What is that for?" she asked in her English accent.

[acts_of_gord]

"Can't get hold of a sniper crossbow," says Gordon without looking up. "Simulating the same action with a long-range projectile with a flat line of fire instead of an arc."

[flail_victoria]

"Why?" she asked.

Oh, did I mention she had her weapon with her? Well, she does, it's leaning against he leg.

[acts_of_gord]

"Worked pretty well for distance shooting when we got invaded," says Gordon with a shrug. "Door'll come back eventually. Might as well be ready."

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon and Axel have been (in handwave) going out to get all the materials needed for a body-suit for Penny that won't rip, tear, stain, etc. Something rather like the Org XIII coat that is now Spoon's default hunting jacket (it goes on over the armor, and thanks to the magics in it won't rip if he changes form).

This background is needed to explain why the werewolf is stomping by with a quantity of his own blood on his face and hands (the coat absorbed the rest), a bag full of glittery little...somethings...and the not-so-quiet mutter of "Fuckin' headless zombie dinosaurs."

[acts_of_gord]

Blink. Blink. Gordon puts the spring-loaded dart gun aside.

"Come again?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Headless zombie dinosaurs." Spoon says again, grimacing, "Well. Headless zombie dinosaur Heartless. Fuckin' things just won't fuckin' die and the fuckin' monkeys on their fuckin' backs are fuckin' invulnerable until they stop fuckin' glowing blue..."

[acts_of_gord]

Sometimes, there really aren't any words. There just aren't.

Gordon will nod, though, albeit a little slowly.

[thechaosbringer]

You have no idea how much some people dearly wish for a revocation of the rules.

It just makes some people feel weird to think they're in agreement with another person.

So, not that you're expecting any, but, don't expect any commiseration from THIS patron.

[acts_of_gord]

Meh. Gordon doesn't expect commiseration from anybody. That would imply that the universe had some kind of sympathy for him.

He does, however, glance up now and again to keep an eye on the big orange robot.

[thechaosbringer]

Good. We'd hate to be a Despair, Inc poster for you, even if you are a walking, talking Despair, Inc poster.

He blinks. That's about as much of an indication of where his attention is that you're going to get from him, eye-wise.

[acts_of_gord]

... robots have eyelids? Huh... well, that's odd, but... okay, that makes no sense at all. The point of blinking is the protection of wet squishy animal tissue. Robots don't need to do that.

Gordon's going to be very, very, very carefully dividing his attention between 'finish the modifications on the dart gun' and 'keep an eye on that thing and see if it moves', thanks. Fortunately there's not much modding left to do. He'll check the situation out a little more closely once he's satisfied he's locked the springs down correctly.