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[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[Indrani's wearing one of Pietro's robes, which looks like a normal enough item of clothing to her Wastelander eyes. The one she's picked is a bit big for her, and her communicator's clearly propped on something and pointed at her while she makes sure it'll stay on.]

So this is pretty cool. Good job, uh, clothes guy.

[She's heard enough complaints about being stuck naked that she's sympathetic, even if it's her first time through the wringer.]

Did I miss anything fun? Also, did we win? And did someone maybe get my guns? I like my guns.

Comments

[erranthero]

Fair enough. Sorry about your guns. Unless Skywalker or Sandman got them out, they're buried, as far as I know.

Gimme some parts and I'll make you a new one, though.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

I usually do my own tinkering.

[Around here it seems like guns are the only machines she should be allowed to touch. Stupid fancy technology.]

I just like those guns. I got that revolver off a sleazebag bastard who wanted me to blow up my adopted hometown after I shot him in the face, y'know? Memories.

[erranthero]

Sorry about that, then.

[It's kind of her fault.]

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Nah, don't worry. What else is gonna happen to them if I do junk like this? I'll miss them is all.

[erranthero]

Well next time we're not gonna go in blind. Or die stupidly.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Not to be a pessimist, but I say junk like that all the time and it almost never works out.

[erranthero]

Yeah, wishful thinking maybe, but who knows...maybe we can make it stick.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Note to self. No dying.