A secondary sim within the matrix, Friday

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Kathy's night had been...interesting. The hotel's proprietor had not wanted to rent her a room due to her 'ethnic' persuasion, citing how uncomfortable his upstanding white patrons would be, knowing that someone of her 'complexion' had slept in the same bed they paid full-price for. She'd sealed her removal from his establishment first by suggesting they'd have less of a problem with it if he washed his fucking sheets once in awhile and then by throwing up the last of her whiskey onto his boots. Eliot had hauled her away after that, but she was pretty sure he was more proud of her than annoyed at the difficulty of getting her squared away

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"Kathy, darlin'." Eliot put out an arm to keep her from trying to step any further out into the town. "I mightily suggest that further antagonizin' these here cocksuckers with your currently colorful vocabulary is perhaps not the most appropriate fucking response this morning. Also, keepin' your voice down might help your head."

A ululating cry echoed off the surrounding hills, followed by the pounding of drums. Eliot pressed his face into his hands. "Oh for fuck sake."

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"My head currently feels like a rotten melon on top of a toothpick and I hope that every single one of these motherfuckers drinks tainted water and dies in a shit slurry," Kathy growled, rubbing at her temples.

The residents of Deadwood had not endeared themselves to her, no. She was almost awestruck by the number of ways different people had managed to insult her race and gender.

"The fuck is that noise?" she asked. "I didn't think my fucking headache needed a dubstep score."

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"It's a goddamn fucking travesty is what it is. You ever seen any of the shittier old time westerns?"

A fancifully fletched arrow thwocked into the post above Eliot's hand and he flinched back.

"Goddammit. There ain't a fucking bow made could make a shot like that from that fucking distance!"