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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[heavyhitter]

[ She was intending not to let anyone walk away with that one — or at least to wash it for them first if it really gets down to that as the last one — but now it's sounding like a really, really good idea to just let this happen. This guy's an asshole. She likes him, but he's an asshole. ]

Damn. [ She forces a frown on over her amusement. ] That's pretty fucking selfish of you. Now what'm I gonna have to threaten people with when they give me shitty stories? I'll have to wring Pepper out over another one.

[slushfund]

(hiruma is perfectly comfortable with washing his own blanket. first he'll find some vinegar.)

Save the pussycat the real weird experience of getting milked for its dribbles, maybe just talking to them might work.

(a wink from below.)

[heavyhitter]

What, to the cat? Won't do any good, she's a terrible listener.

[ haha she's hilarious. She shifts, plucking up a bag that's not too far off on her blanket-throne, and digs through it for a moment. She comes out with a little white plastic bottle, and tosses it underhanded down at him. ]

Here, use that. Works on anything.

[slushfund]

(staring up at her, then down at the bottle he lets land in the snow.

eyebrow.)

What, am I a charity case now? It's probably another bottle of cat piss you've stockpiled, so why should I trust that? (another question:) Besides, where do you keep magically pulling this shit outta? You carry OxiClean around everywhere?

[heavyhitter]

Oh my god.

[ How is one guy so difficult?? All she did was mock his story then give him a cat piss blanket. ]

I got a lotta stuff. I'm prepared. And if you're not gonna use it toss it back up here, that shit's a pain to make when I run out.

[slushfund]

(because hiruma's the embodiment of the cat that pissed on the blanket, which is obvious when he looks up from the bottle... and turns a shoulder, walking off.)

Get it yourself, you look like you've got some free time on your hands. I'm wasting the minutes I could be using washing this and getting fucking warm. Ciao.

[heavyhitter]

[ Ramir groans dramatically and flops over on her blanket nest with hands over her face, like it's all too much for her to go on.

It doesn't stop her from shouting back after him, though: ] You're a fucking dumbass, just FYI! Trip on a cactus!