74 Godiva Street, Wednesday Morning

[fjordicswagger]

Okay, so Death-- sorry, Didi-- might not've been able to get thoroughly tanked, but after a full pitcher of margaritas and then drinks at her place last night, Tamsin had passed out something fierce. Now she was paying for it with a hangover. A massive hangover.

"Ugh," she muttered, after the third time she woke up.

She hit the floor with a thump as she attempted to get out of bed. "Ugh," she repeated. "...Wait, am I still wearing my clothes?"

Yep. Last night's clothes. Ooookay. She clambered up to her feet and stumbled out into the hallway. What had she been doing yesterday night, anyway? She remembered something vaguely about having someone over, but it clearly wasn't for naked reasons. Probably told them to get lost at some point last night.

Right?

[[ for the anthropomorphic representation that did not, in fact, get lost last night. ]]

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[living_endless]

"Not that long, then," Didi said. Centuries, pfft. "Think you'll ever work it out with her?"

[fjordicswagger]

"Probably not," Tamsin said. "Her conditions are a little steep."

Like tracking down the soul the Blood King had long since whisked away to who knew where - a task that would've been difficult even before Trick had wiped her memory of which soul it was and what the Blood King looked like.

She shrugged again. "Life's not so bad here," she said, "I'll live."

[living_endless]

"There are worse realities to hang out in," Didi agreed. She was curious about the conditions, but she figured there was no rush to find those out. "Nice people. Just dangerous enough to be interesting."

[fjordicswagger]

"More boring than some of the locals seem to think it is," Tamsin said, swallowing the last of her sandwich. "I was a cop here for over a year and spent most of my time chasing lawn gnomes."