Lamp Chat

A few moire. i'm guessing... you? **alassin:** mine looks like a brass club. (whaling ship). am i there? tell me i'm there! **daomond:** yeah, i think ... maybe? what's going on? **jann-in-the-pann:** it's a jail break, baby!

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Tow

Then she sees moire patterns, digital noise. she must have blacked out: her augmented sight's coming back online. so are all her entirely natural nerves, and they are _pissed._ what the hell did she get hit with? a shock stick?

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