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[OOM: Dreaming of screaming
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can’t deny
Dreaming of screaming
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can’t de--
System of a Down - Dreaming
Warning for some disturbing content, both within whitetext and otherwise.]
Jack is still rubbing the sleep from her eyes when she pushes open the door, and she pauses, hand still to her face, when she realizes where she is.
"Oh fuck, this place again?" After the raging hang-over she got the day before last, she had assumed (or hoped) that her trip to this sissy-bar had all been some strange, drunken dream. She should have known better. After all, nothing hits her that hard the next day but Ryncol, and she knows the planet she was on didn't have the stuff. This place, on the other hand...
Though she is tempted to turn and leave, Jack considers the situation for a minute. Her ship (well, the ship she stole) only has food fit for a Volus on board (seeing as it was a Volus ship), so being here could be a pretty sweet deal. She can eat, rest without worrying too much, and maybe even pick a small (teeny-tiny!) fight (or two).
Having made her decision, Jack marches over to the Bar and takes a seat. She's still a bit unsure around this VI...thing, but she's willing to try it. It's not like she's never ordered from a machine before. "Give me...uh, something good that I can eat, I guess." It's early, and she's not fully awake yet. When a bowl of Alpha-bits cereal appears in front of her, she gives the strange food (and the strange bar) a curious look.
"This a joke?"
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can’t deny
Dreaming of screaming
Someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can’t de--
System of a Down - Dreaming
Warning for some disturbing content, both within whitetext and otherwise.]
Jack is still rubbing the sleep from her eyes when she pushes open the door, and she pauses, hand still to her face, when she realizes where she is.
"Oh fuck, this place again?" After the raging hang-over she got the day before last, she had assumed (or hoped) that her trip to this sissy-bar had all been some strange, drunken dream. She should have known better. After all, nothing hits her that hard the next day but Ryncol, and she knows the planet she was on didn't have the stuff. This place, on the other hand...
Though she is tempted to turn and leave, Jack considers the situation for a minute. Her ship (well, the ship she stole) only has food fit for a Volus on board (seeing as it was a Volus ship), so being here could be a pretty sweet deal. She can eat, rest without worrying too much, and maybe even pick a small (teeny-tiny!) fight (or two).
Having made her decision, Jack marches over to the Bar and takes a seat. She's still a bit unsure around this VI...thing, but she's willing to try it. It's not like she's never ordered from a machine before. "Give me...uh, something good that I can eat, I guess." It's early, and she's not fully awake yet. When a bowl of Alpha-bits cereal appears in front of her, she gives the strange food (and the strange bar) a curious look.
"This a joke?"