free drinks!

[green_tease]

New thing here, peeps.

Want a drink? Open up to me about why you "need" one, and ye shall receive.

Lie, or be too young for this shit, and get non-alcoholic. Don't be that person. That person sucks.

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[gelth]

(Poltergeist bites her lip and stares at the floor. What point was there in keeping it a secret? Surely it wouldn't leave this odd world, except where 'Geist carried it with her as she always did.)

It keeps me awake sometimes. A lot of times, actually.

Where I'm from, I'm a masked crimefighter. Somebody in powered armor attacked me. I used my powers to shut down their armor, but it turns out that the armor was not just a weapon, but a life support system for my attacked. I couldn't undo the damage. She died, and I couldn't stop it.

I think about it a lot. About what I could or should have done differently. Ways I could have kept everyone alive, if I'd just thought to try.

She wasn't even a good person, but maybe she could have lived to be one. Guess I'll never know. All I can do is try to do good and minimize harm, so that it never happens again. Not on my watch.

[green_tease]

(Missy finds herself dumbfounded and moved to tears.)

Damn, girl. For that hell of a tale, I'll get you all the Starbucks I can carry!

(She doesn't mention her true, tiny size. She does flit out the door and return with a cardboard travel-tray of insulated cups. The name written on them says, "Slinka".)