008 ~*~ At least she can't drink and fly...

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Action : Olney's Tavern : Open ]
[ If you're a regular at the bar, you might notice a new sigth in one of the stools. A tall red-haired Chinese woman in a plain green dress is making herself right at home, even if the drone workers don't particularly care about serving her anything other than weak, fruity, feminine drinks.

That doesn't mean she hasn't been trying to sweet-talk them into it for the better part of an hour. And by sweet-talk, I mean whining pitifully because she really doesn't want to get thrown out for taking matters into her own hands. ] --c'mo~on. Can't you just pour me something a little stronger? I'm going to need a whole lot more than this. [ She remarks, fingernail grazing the edge of the colorful cocktail glass. ]

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[ Action : Around Town : Open ]
[ Later, no matter how much she had to work at it, she managed to get herself sufficiently smashed (for a short while, at least)! You can encounter her:

1) Wandering the neighborhood, humming some old tune to herself as she sways.
2) Attempting to enter your home and not realizing why her stupid key isn't working...
3) Napping on your front lawn. ]

Comments

[not_so_great_wall]

Ahh, even at this hour? [ Though she honestly has no idea what time it actually is. It could be the next morning! She's been at this a while. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Oh, is this hour strange? I don't know much about mortal time cycles. I need very little sleep.

[not_so_great_wall]

But sleep is important! [ A point worth making, cookie stuffed in her cheeks or not. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I have a catalepsean node, I need minimal sleep.

[not_so_great_wall]

A... what? [ Blank stare. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

A catalepsean node. Basically, it's an extra organ so I require very little sleep. It was implanted into me when I became an Astartes.

[not_so_great_wall]

Whoa, like how cows have extra stomachs? [ It was cows, wasn't it? She peers closer. ] Where d'ya put it?

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Yes. Well, in my head, actually. I didn't put it there, though. Doing brain surgery on oneself would be, ah, tricky.

[not_so_great_wall]

Haha, and probably painful!

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Less so than one might imagine, actually. There are no pain receptors in the brain. Get past the skull layer and you feel nothing. [ As for why he knows this, well, probably best not to ask. ]

[not_so_great_wall]

Really? [ Meiling pokes at her forehead, then breaks into giggles. ] Maybe that's why the knives don't hurt so much. [ God, someone get this dragon some coffee and a nap. Though she's slowly sinking into the cushions on the sofa, so maybe she's already halfway there. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

The knives? What knives are these? [ Garviel has already brought her tea, so she should be in good shape at this point. ]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ She laughs and waves her hand. ] Ah, they're just how I know she cares! [ Meiling is serious about this! More tea is sipped. ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

That's an odd way of showing you care, stabbing someone in the head.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Another laugh, and she lilts to the side heavily. At least she recognizes drowsiness quickly enough to know she really needs to put that teacup down. ] Maybe, but I don' mind... [ Like she has much of a choice. What's she going to do, whine at the mistress? "Remiiiii, Sakuya stabbed me agaaaaaain!" ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Do you need to rest here a bit? I'll fetch you some blankets if you would like.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ A tiny nod against the cushion. ] It's kinda comf...tra...ble........... [ Zzzzzzzzzzz ]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[ Garviel heads off to find her blankets and generally tucks her in. He is the daddest of all space marines. ]