[I HAD PERFECTLY FINE BLANK SLATE NPCS LINED UP AND THEN YAYWON CHUCKED DIMITRI IN THE POT AND YOU THREW IN RICHIE, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO
The clatter and scuffle tells her she's got company before she even sees her crewmates. Rosamund rallies quick, already rolled onto her knees before a broad red hand (that will surely always be with us) hefts her to her feet.
Instinctively she touches her neck. She's still bleeding, but the loss hasn't drained her yet. Won't do so for a while, she's got time.
She doesn't hesitate. Rosamund snatches a framed collage of photographs off the wall and claps the woman over the head with it. Glass shatters and finally she drops to the ground.]
What is wrong with you all?! [Rosamund tosses the battered frame aside.] We could've just had a nice time dancing, and you had to make it weird! You're rude! You're all rude!
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The clatter and scuffle tells her she's got company before she even sees her crewmates. Rosamund rallies quick, already rolled onto her knees before a broad red hand (that will surely always be with us) hefts her to her feet.
Instinctively she touches her neck. She's still bleeding, but the loss hasn't drained her yet. Won't do so for a while, she's got time.
She doesn't hesitate. Rosamund snatches a framed collage of photographs off the wall and claps the woman over the head with it. Glass shatters and finally she drops to the ground.]
What is wrong with you all?! [Rosamund tosses the battered frame aside.] We could've just had a nice time dancing, and you had to make it weird! You're rude! You're all rude!