[ oh right okay that's not so funny then. w's smile flickers, but...
five months, texas said. coming up on the fringes of the kazdel outlands, w knows that a regular old sarkaz like herself can't make it more than two months without food, a few scant weeks without water. she's not dumb, either, this was always in the back of her mind, the idea that she'll have to shut up and put out at least once until she's liberated them all from this place. for what a sham this whole operation is, it seems like they're pretty stringent on the rules and have the tech to enforce it.
her shoulders bump the door and she can already feel her spirit trying to leak right back out of it, but... she sort of got texas into this mess, didn't she? big fan of suffering though she is, she's never intended to cause any to texas. (her shining personality aside — it's just the way all sarkaz are, texas is right not to take her barbs too seriously.) if they wanna get out of here, they ALL need to help each other up, and...
like a candle in the wind, her smile keeps flickering, flickering, then brightens abruptly. ]
I'll take that bet.
[ her heart is hammering away at the pit of her throat, but it's no big deal. they'll just do it and move on, who cares? she's definitely not some pathetic sort of loser who puts a lot of stock in this sort of thing, it's whatever!! maybe now she kinda sorta wishes she'd asked hoederer how he'd managed to rip all those squealy noises out of ines in the night instead of dressing them down dirty for it in the morning, but she's w, she doesn't lose.
especially not to texas. if she's not backing down, w isn't either. she brushes the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it drape low as she takes one nearly-tentative step forward, her face burning hot enough to ignite the room. ]
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five months, texas said. coming up on the fringes of the kazdel outlands, w knows that a regular old sarkaz like herself can't make it more than two months without food, a few scant weeks without water. she's not dumb, either, this was always in the back of her mind, the idea that she'll have to shut up and put out at least once until she's liberated them all from this place. for what a sham this whole operation is, it seems like they're pretty stringent on the rules and have the tech to enforce it.
her shoulders bump the door and she can already feel her spirit trying to leak right back out of it, but... she sort of got texas into this mess, didn't she? big fan of suffering though she is, she's never intended to cause any to texas. (her shining personality aside — it's just the way all sarkaz are, texas is right not to take her barbs too seriously.) if they wanna get out of here, they ALL need to help each other up, and...
like a candle in the wind, her smile keeps flickering, flickering, then brightens abruptly. ]
I'll take that bet.
[ her heart is hammering away at the pit of her throat, but it's no big deal. they'll just do it and move on, who cares? she's definitely not some pathetic sort of loser who puts a lot of stock in this sort of thing, it's whatever!! maybe now she kinda sorta wishes she'd asked hoederer how he'd managed to rip all those squealy noises out of ines in the night instead of dressing them down dirty for it in the morning, but she's w, she doesn't lose.
especially not to texas. if she's not backing down, w isn't either. she brushes the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it drape low as she takes one nearly-tentative step forward, her face burning hot enough to ignite the room. ]
If only because you're almost hot in that suit.