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[ DRAFT 14 ] Not tschat, honest.
This...this stuff is pretty great. Thanks Kage.
[Meth was chilling in her tree house smoking out. It was her day off, and with her newly acquired pink-glass hookah, and a spare mattress on the floor of her tree house, life was pretty good.]
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[Meth was chilling in her tree house smoking out. It was her day off, and with her newly acquired pink-glass hookah, and a spare mattress on the floor of her tree house, life was pretty good.]
[OOC: Closed comment log <3]
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There, he removed his shoes, sat at the base of a tree and with his hand resting in the cupped-hand position in front of his stomach, he began the first hour of his daily meditations.
It was hard to settle his mind. A lot had happened, and so Glaukir continually felt his mind drifting away, his emotions tangling and snarling as he tried to make sense of what was going on.
He returned to his breath again and again, and then when he finally began to feel inner stillness, he began the more difficult mental exercises as his breathing slowed and his skin cooled.
For the first hour, nothing happened. Then when he inhaled, there was a pungent aroma and Glaukir decided to take a quick break. The smell seemed familiar. He rose up through the layers of concentration and slowly opened his eyes as he took a deeper breath. ]
... is that...?
[Curious, Glaukir got to his bare feet and quested through the woods and up a ladder into a tree house. He popped his head into an open window and blinked at Meth.]
Are you smoking pot?
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Ordinarily she would have glared at the intrusion, but she was just feeling so fucking mellow that it was hard to be mad. Meth looked down to the hookah, and back up to the passenger.]
I think that's what they call it in some worlds. Who're you?
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[He voice seemed familiar, but Glaukir couldn't quite place it.
He inhaled again. He hadn't known they had pot on board.]
That's right, she's /happy/ to see him and inviting him to stay. And it's totally in character x_x
Lael, it's Meth Rezza. We spoke over the comms.
[She picked up her comm, gesturing with it as she spoke.]
Will you join me?
...or is the smoke bothering you?
[Her smile faltered briefly. She seemed genuinely concerned that her activities might be upsetting Glaukir.]
call the army. Meth's being friendly!
[Glaukir leans on the windowframe, a sincere smile on his face.]
Bothering me? Oh, no, not at all.
[He's used to getting respect, so he waves his hand as he briefly ducks out of sight, then opens the door and steps inside. It's a rather nice treehouse.]
I didn't know they had pot available on the ship. Or--is this a secret I should be keeping?
She's /sharing/ too! She must be possessed! It's the only explanation!
That would be me. Will you join me, lael? Plenty to go around if you want. First Mate recommended it, even.
[Which means it must be good.]
Don't worry, he's familiar with exorcisms!
Glaukir blinks at her and then... he grins.]
It's very kind of you, Meth. Thanks.
[Now don't look too eager, Glaukir, you don't want her to know just how nice it would be to get a little inner peace the lazy way. He takes the hookah, puts it against his mouth and then takes a deep breath.
One. Two. Three. A few more and then Glaukir exhales in a grey stream.]
That's--potent.
[He swallows a cough, rubs the base of his throat as he waits for the full effect to hit.]
How convenient!
Never had it before so I don't know but it seemed pretty good from what I could tell...
[She'd only just started really, but so far, so good. Meth held her hand out for the mouthpiece.]
Here, let me take another hit.
imagine her saying that in an evil voice
Yeah, this seems plenty good. The First Mate said it was good? Man knows his pot.
LOL
Knows a lot.
So, how are you adjusting to the ship so far?