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]

jesus
alright stop bragging about your friends

and stop by at some point to get this thing

action;

[pummelling]

[Guess who is cold and can walk and text, thanks thought-based magitek.]

Spiky-ass fat bleeding plants, huh?

[heavyhitter]

[ Ramir glances over from atop her blanket throne, set near the spiky plants. One of them has indeed been knocked over into the others, and thick, red sap oozes out of the cracks in its leaves. Ramir, for her part, looks completely innocent. ]

Yeah, who knows how that happened. [ She dissipates the holographic thought-keyboard she usually calls up with the magitek with a wave of her hand. ] Anyway, uh... armadillo blanket, right?

[pummelling]

Plant-killer, blanket-pilferer. [Because there's no way these were legally acquired; not with TF involved. Jin pulls the ALASTAIR-issue overcoat he's wearing a little closer, then folds his arms, amused.] What'll the lady do next.

Armadillo it was. Unless you've got something warmer. I'll chip in a little extra story for that, too.

[heavyhitter]

[ Whoa, hold on. Her eyebrows arch and she leans in one one of her knees, head cocked. ]

Hold up. I said I got these things legally, you really wanna doubt me? Me, handing out blankets pretty much for free? I'm basically a saint, here.

[ It sounds like she could switch from tautly amused to offended any second — which is, of course, all part of how she has a good time. ]