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[moshennik]

what upppp biznatches? hangover cures that exist here. go. oh and if someone suggests hair of the dog, i WILL barf on you. as a wise man said: space booze ain't nothing to Блядь with.

[ kenzi may hang out with magic creatures herself or something like that but apparently that doesn't make her immune to a wicked hangover. she has bones to pick but that's after she gets something super greasy in her mouth (does space food get super greasy?) and the room stops spinning.]

also where is everyone getting actual REAL clothes? i will be willing to help do ANYTHING on this space heap if it means i can get my hands on some real clothes.

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[warfares]

I'm accustomed to more layers.

[moshennik]

what? like sweaters on sweaters?

[warfares]

Armor.

[moshennik]

of the shining kind? like a knight?

[warfares]

Something like that.

[moshennik]

there's plenty of metal around here. i bet you could make some out of paneling.

[warfares]

I'd prefer what I'm used to.

[ which is less knight templar and more warrior space monk chic, but semantics. ]

For one thing I wouldn't have to worry about the cold.

[moshennik]

shiny and sparkly?

you don't think these jumpsuits aren't completely stuffy?

[warfares]

Matte and black. Comfortable, though.

And I miss my boots.

[moshennik]

where's the fairytale in that????

don't talk about boots. I MISS MY BOOTS. my boot fetish is becoming a distant memory.

[warfares]

[ there's a disney prince joke in here somewhere, probably. ]

You're very invested in this idea.

[ the "Why?" is unspoken. ]

[moshennik]

invested in boots? hells yeah i am.

[warfares]

No. The other thing.

[moshennik]

what? fairytales?