Mitch: -to Genion- Not much. More things been shot.
We're in a desert because the locals want to kill all of us.
-to Longram- I'd ask what drugs you're on, but I've seen those.
Dash: Stay calm. Take a minute to wake up. You're safe.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Ringabel: -nods- "Yes, my dear! You're perfectly safe, especially if I'm around to take care of you."
???: "What...?"
-her bleary, eyes-half-shut gaze slowly scans the tent, then rests on Dash, then on Ringabel-
"R—Ringabel? What...where..."
-her eyes widen as if she's just come to a sudden realization, and she starts weakly sitting up- "Where is this? Where am I? Where are—"
-exhaustion takes over, and her elbows buckle, sending her back down- "Ow..."
Be kind.Mitch: An excuse to get us into new cities. With new bars.
Usually because we got chased out of the old cities. Outrageous tabs and a lot of locals we probably shouldn't have screwed.
Dash: I told you, stay calm and let yourself wake up.
He found you on the beach. Might wanna wait to ask more questions, may hurt yourself again.
edited 27th Aug '15 7:30:00 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Mitch: -to Longram- I, uh... fail to see how that is relevant.
-to Genion- Not specifically too much, but yeah, there are diseases that can transmit sexually.
Dash: ...
I actually don't know what this planet is named.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."???: "Planet? I'm...on a different planet?"
-she shuts her eyes tightly, keeping a hand on her forehead- "What in the world happened back there...?"
-without opening her eyes; to Dash- "Um, I...I must thank you. Both of you. If not for you, I...I shudder to think what might have happened to me out there."
-she seems to be slowly regaining her strength; when her eyes open, her gaze is no longer unfocused- "I am Agnes Oblige, vestal to the wind crystal. I am in your debt."
Be kind.Mitch: Pleading the Fifth, I see.
Fair enough.
Dash: -to ???- Probably the safest assumption.
And don't mention it. He carried you most of the way.
-points to Ringabel-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Gen: Genion