(seeing as how partying is tiring even for her, who was already used to the idea for a whole week? it didn't take much for texas to lie her way in by mentioning she had friends among the royals that were allowing her to use their names to traverse back and forth. given texas is friends with a few of the upper crust, that was more than enough to get her entrance covered. for the most part, she's been indulging in the women's lounge and getting the occasional nap. although that was to get chocolate from said lounge, she wasn't disappointed in the high quality effort put into that. maybe more that this was part of her first real meals (given she was avoiding the buffet table like the plague) since she didn't trust anything down in the casino hall as not being spiked.
which left having to eat up in the oasis whenever she got hungry while being vigilant about what she's being given. anyway, texas at this point had obtained a nice meat platter that she had tested on and off by eating pieces of it to make sure she wasn't about to suffer. all while nice and dressed up in something that wasn't fit for a carnevale, this time. so far nothing came of eating it, so she decided to trust that once she spots a familiar face. ragna? she hadn't seen him in a bit (aside from dropping off his christmas present) somehow she finds it less surprising that he's worn out. she's definitely feeling it herself, but she's used to parties. one of the mottos of penguin logistics is "keep the party going". well. the other is also "go with the flow", but that wasn't exactly as easy to do in the resort now.
it didn't stop texas from taking a seat in front of him, all quiet and not to disturb him much if he needed a nap (given that's always been her style) while also partially glad that she herself was avoiding that new designer drug going around. the guests were trying to get her to smoke it. they knew she was one already from her cigarettes, but she would often reject it by making sure that she wasn't caught anywhere alone.)
Good to know that we're both not having much of a good time.
(forced compliance for an event by dragging unwilling guests in was not quite her idea of a good time, anyway. which left it unsurprising that cellinia was wall flowering it up and dodging the crowds. she did indulge in the games a bit (even got a nice payout from them) but that didn't mean she was enjoying herself.)
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which left having to eat up in the oasis whenever she got hungry while being vigilant about what she's being given. anyway, texas at this point had obtained a nice meat platter that she had tested on and off by eating pieces of it to make sure she wasn't about to suffer. all while nice and dressed up in something that wasn't fit for a carnevale, this time. so far nothing came of eating it, so she decided to trust that once she spots a familiar face. ragna? she hadn't seen him in a bit (aside from dropping off his christmas present) somehow she finds it less surprising that he's worn out. she's definitely feeling it herself, but she's used to parties. one of the mottos of penguin logistics is "keep the party going". well. the other is also "go with the flow", but that wasn't exactly as easy to do in the resort now.
it didn't stop texas from taking a seat in front of him, all quiet and not to disturb him much if he needed a nap (given that's always been her style) while also partially glad that she herself was avoiding that new designer drug going around. the guests were trying to get her to smoke it. they knew she was one already from her cigarettes, but she would often reject it by making sure that she wasn't caught anywhere alone.)
Good to know that we're both not having much of a good time.
(forced compliance for an event by dragging unwilling guests in was not quite her idea of a good time, anyway. which left it unsurprising that cellinia was wall flowering it up and dodging the crowds. she did indulge in the games a bit (even got a nice payout from them) but that didn't mean she was enjoying herself.)