what the fuck? what the fuck. the fact they're aliens is not a problem, this seems normal enough for the fuckin city, but like-- what's wrong with them? this isn't how you throw a goddamn party.]
[ You are somewhat aware that despite the fact that one of you is a dinosaur (metaphorically), this somehow takes the cake as being distinctly abnormal. ]
[ Oh okay. Understandable have a nice day. This is going to turn out to be a total shootout then. That being said I rolled a ten so like, they're incredibly mediocre shooters at best. You might get nicked but how is it that there can be around seven of these guys, all equipped with guns, and they ALL fire like shit?
Some of them are STILL trying to do the cybergoth dance even while shooting Weesh. ]
oh, she's gonna stop this fucking party, all right. are there lights or speakers or anything here. because if their wiggly moves keep her from shooting them...
time to change tactics! she's going to just FUCK SHIT UP around them to crush these stupid tubes.]
[ For a 20 I would simply let you shoot them to be honest. But yeah there's a handful of cool Skullcandy speakers. They fucking suck ass. They could've afforded Bose but they chose Skullcandy on purpose. And you shouldn't, because Weesh shoots them and they explode. Their limp bodies go flying.
She can turn around the nametag and see it says B.MAGNUS, why not x2. However, the information underneath says something very strange. You don't recognise the address, probably because it literally says ANOTHER DIMENSION.
Well when you don't know the returnee address, maybe the police can help. ]
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what the fuck? what the fuck. the fact they're aliens is not a problem, this seems normal enough for the fuckin city, but like-- what's wrong with them? this isn't how you throw a goddamn party.]
Hey, what do you think you're doing!
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WE'RE PARTYING, LADY
GET IN ON IT OR GET OUT
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[too offended by this display to care about the abnormality, tbh.]
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[ They pull out guns and start firing. ]
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she whips out her machine gun to shoot back. fuck you, aliens.]
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Some of them are STILL trying to do the cybergoth dance even while shooting Weesh. ]
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Ugh- hold still!
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[ So sayeth the freaks while they keep being noodles and firing with wild abandon. Their radical moves is what's letting them avoid Weesh's bullets.
I rolled another 10. This fucking sucks. ]
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oh, she's gonna stop this fucking party, all right. are there lights or speakers or anything here. because if their wiggly moves keep her from shooting them...
time to change tactics! she's going to just FUCK SHIT UP around them to crush these stupid tubes.]
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...
You sure just did that. The cat meows. ]
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[fuck your party and your shitty speakers!!
okay, NOW she can deal with the cat. sorry, kitty, there were rave aliens. excuse her while she searches for the tree the noise is coming from...]
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[hello kitty. cat obtained!!]
So who do you belong to, huh?
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[pets this cat. is there anything else on the tag, owner information or something? how the fuck is she supposed to figure out who lost this thing.]
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She can turn around the nametag and see it says B.MAGNUS, why not x2. However, the information underneath says something very strange. You don't recognise the address, probably because it literally says ANOTHER DIMENSION.
Well when you don't know the returnee address, maybe the police can help. ]
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well, a couple of those guys who fucked off earlier looked kind of cop-like? time to turn and head off that way to try to locate them.]
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also can she take a couple limbs off the dead wiggly aliens as funky outfit trophies to tie on her skirt or some shit.]
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