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11:44 PM
[Here's Mista, looking disoriented and a little dead inside, freaked out, but most notably? Pissed. Yeah, we've arrived at pissed. There's a smear of blood on his throat, alongside a few scattered and sluggishly bleeding puncture wounds. If you think this is a request for a heal, boy, do you have another think coming.]
Hey. [Guess who has two thumbs and a voice that sounds like shit right now—] Stylosa's here. Some of you guys don't know her, she's from back in Vista Virs, found her way here somehow, don't know how. She's not able to tell me right now. So her and Matthew and who knows who else. That's not the point right now.
[He holds a flyer up to his bracer. It's wrinkled, with some smears and bloodstains on it, but it very clearly advertises The Night Show, 9-midnight.]
She's stuck. She's stuck and out of her mind and can't even tell me what the hell's going on. She was tryin' real hard to tell me how I can help her get out of here, but this was the best I got. "Go here. Be careful." So I'm going. If anybody else wants to help, I'll take two people maximu—
[His face . . . twitches a little. And again. He taps his fingers, one two three, and breathes in.]
No more than three, including me. 'S not safe. As for the rest of you, if you got any ideas on what I might be walking into, I'm all ears.
( ooc; inclusion on the roll/stylosaquest is basically first-come-first-serve, i don't have any plans oocly for this so i figured i'd open it to all! )
Hey. [Guess who has two thumbs and a voice that sounds like shit right now—] Stylosa's here. Some of you guys don't know her, she's from back in Vista Virs, found her way here somehow, don't know how. She's not able to tell me right now. So her and Matthew and who knows who else. That's not the point right now.
[He holds a flyer up to his bracer. It's wrinkled, with some smears and bloodstains on it, but it very clearly advertises The Night Show, 9-midnight.]
She's stuck. She's stuck and out of her mind and can't even tell me what the hell's going on. She was tryin' real hard to tell me how I can help her get out of here, but this was the best I got. "Go here. Be careful." So I'm going. If anybody else wants to help, I'll take two people maximu—
[His face . . . twitches a little. And again. He taps his fingers, one two three, and breathes in.]
No more than three, including me. 'S not safe. As for the rest of you, if you got any ideas on what I might be walking into, I'm all ears.
( ooc; inclusion on the roll/stylosaquest is basically first-come-first-serve, i don't have any plans oocly for this so i figured i'd open it to all! )