Fuck portals. Fuck portals. And here you thought that boats were bad, but seriously, fuck portals. One step and your can feel your stomach rolling in a screaming protest, the desire to vomit only muted by the roaring in your ears. It takes literally every piece of self control you have to keep from collapsing to your knees and retching; as it is you stagger away while making some truly unsavory noises, trying to hide the fact that your face has gone entirely green.
[say]"Charmin',"[/say] you croak hoarsely, not particularly interested in the trees and the light and the fuckin' moss. At least you dressed for cold weather this time, though your hat and scarf and gloves and coat have earned no little amount of teasing from Vai.
Straightening up and wincing as you do, you grimace at your companion. [say]"In a sec. Rae's tits and balls. What the hell's yer stomach made'a, woman, steel?"[/say]
[say]"Charmin',"[/say] you croak hoarsely, not particularly interested in the trees and the light and the fuckin' moss. At least you dressed for cold weather this time, though your hat and scarf and gloves and coat have earned no little amount of teasing from Vai.
Straightening up and wincing as you do, you grimace at your companion. [say]"In a sec. Rae's tits and balls. What the hell's yer stomach made'a, woman, steel?"[/say]
