text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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[endeudado]

Nice.

[ yeeee he's excited!! ]

Where can I come pick it up?

[heavyhitter]

spiky bleeding plants remember
also, blanket pile. just look for the king of the hill you'll find me

[ and that's exactly where she is, hanging out next to the spiky bleeding plants on a giant throne of blankets, looking like she's been lounging more than long enough to get comfortable. ]

action;

[endeudado]

Oh right. I'll be there in a few.

[ Well, here he comes, Ramir. One familiar-looking 6'3" dude with pistols strapped to his waist a smile spread wide on his face. ]

So, which one's mine?

[heavyhitter]

[ She offers a lazy smile as he draws nearer, and gestures down at one particular corner of her pile. There she's laid out three different green-themed blankets. One has some sort of patchwork of green frogs, one of them is green with white spots, and one is a knitted affair in bright greens and yellows, with a lovely pink fringe. ]

One of those guys, probably. I mean, really it's whichever one you want, but if you're looking for green... [ They're the best bet. ]

[endeudado]

[ Pink fringe. It's gotta be the pink fringe. Jesper's eyes light up when he sees it. Green and yellow? And pink? It's like it was made for him! ]

This one for sure. [ He leans down to touch it. He wouldn't even care if it was itchy at this point, it's his #aesthetic. ] Can I just take it?

[heavyhitter]

[ She gestures, a take it away sweep of her hand. ]

Oh yeah, all yours. [ She's not particularly fond of that one, and it shows. ] A good story deserves a good blanket, right?

[endeudado]

[ Jesper will treasure this blanket for as long as he is in Audentes, Ramir. It is his new favorite thing. He picks it up and throws it over his shoulders, clearly enjoying it for all its awful, bright colors. ]

Thanks. I'm glad you scored these.

[ because, yeah, it totally wasn't in a legal way but Jesper could not care in the least ]

[heavyhitter]

[ you slip in one line about how it was legal and suddenly everyone assumes you're a liar, smh ]

Me too. [ And she pulls hers on a little tighter — a black and red thing, mostly black with just a few red highlights. Kinda badass for a blanket. ] Anyway, use it well, share it with a shitty storyteller, whatever. Enjoy.

[endeudado]

[ always a problem with excessively specific denial. ]

Will do. See ya around.

[ He nods. He will share this blanket with absolutely no one because Kaz would sooner burn it than be caught with something this bright. (Or get within a foot of Jesper, honestly.) But then Kaz isn't here, so the warmth will have to do. ]

Lemme know if you wanna hear anymore stories. Though they won't be as good as that one.