Jun. 19th, 2018

quick_clean_pure: (glance at you)
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Graverobber's chilling at the bar top enjoying a cold beer, doing his thing. It's been a busy summer of wheeling and dealing and stealing, so he's glad for a moment to just sit and have a little alcoholic wheat juice to relax with.

At least until he feels a sharp stinging in his neck that knocks him out of his relaxed state, making him shout "MotherFUCKER" in a much louder voice than was probably necessary. He tries to smack at the bug but it's already flown away, leaving no evidence of its existence apart from the sting mark on Graverobber's skin.

Weirdly, as he sits down, his first thought isn't about the bug, but about his cursing. Did he just shout foul language in a public place? What a rude thing to do. Hm.
jedi_interrupted: (fulcrum: she persisted)
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[OOM: "Spying on these people was your first mistake..."
Or, Ahsoka hears Ezra's broadcast. Warnings for implied deaths?] 
sunbaked_baker: (blazing smile)
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Sunshine had never been stung by a bee or wasp before, and now has spent the last stretch of her dawn run mentally apologizing to her little brothers when teen!her had thought they were exaggerating how much they hurt. She really has no clue whether she is allergic to them, but doesn't find any difficulty breathing or itchiness or any other sign she would expect while she quickly makes her way back to the bar's kitchen. Really, the only new feeling she's aware of on the run back is a desire for breakfast, her stomach rumbling to remind her she hasn't eaten yet today.

The first-aid kit under the sink has antiseptic gel, bandages, and a tiny bottle of antihistamines, one of which she takes with a glass of water while looking over the kitchen and considering what to make. She had planned on making more of those new experiments, the Insomniac's Dream, and testing them out against the tastebuds of the bar patrons for their opinions.

But...

Maybe she'll make herself breakfast first? She's craving a tall stack of fluffy, buttermilk pancakes, slathered over with butter and maple syrup. Or strawberries. Or both. And maybe she'll fry up some eggs and make toast to go with it. She needs some protein to start the day with. Oooh, and some crispy hashbrowns would be amazing.


If one were to wander into the kitchen this morning, Sunshine can be found creating the various components to her dream breakfast, or later, sitting down to the sizeable meal.

(ooc: Sunshine has been stung by the hellwasp, and has lost her visceral aversion to meat, and her desire to make food for other people, while gaining Cyborg's ravenous appetite.)