Artifact 3.5

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ Enter Angela, this time not wearing a magical emotion-warping pin. In fact, said pin is now in the bottom of her bag o' artifacts, in another bag, in another bag, in another bag. Suffice to say she will not be breaking the safe halo of bags to get to it any time soon.

She has a bunch of supplies in her arms, from bandages to gauze to cotton swabs, and funny little containers with liquid in them. She seats herself on the Plane. On closer inspection, her upper arm is wrapped in bandaging similar to what she brought here, and there's a vaguely red patch starting to show through it. Silently, she goes about unraveling the bandage.

She doesn't seem to want to make eye contact with anyone, probably out of embarrassment over what happened the last time she was here. ]

Comments

[mercwamouth]

Wrong kind of plane.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

There's more than one kind?

[mercwamouth]

Toots, there's more than three kinds.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Well, there's a plane like this one, there's a plain like the one Forcena's located in...

[mercwamouth]

I'm talking about an airplane. It flies and serves peanuts and hot chicks.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

What's a peanut? [ ... ] Baby birds? On fire?

[mercwamouth]

It's slang, babe. Means sexy ladies.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

It gives out women? So it's a brothel?

[mercwamouth]

Nah, they just give you alcohol and pillows and something nice to look at.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

So they're more like escorts than prostitutes?

[mercwamouth]

I thought an escort was just another name for a prostitute.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Escorts treat you like a guest, I guess, not like a... [ She's obviously a little uncomfortable talking about this. ]

[mercwamouth]

Not like a what?