[PQ] she put whiskey in the water

born with salt on my skin

The women, collectively, ain’t doing well. And it’s not because they’re women, it’s because all of a sudden a herald’a monsoon season comes rollin’ over the water an’ arrives unannounced at the bar’s door, strong enough to throw sand in their faces an’ if the door isn’t positioned right, throw it against its wranglers. Which is, unfortunately, exactly what happens.

When the first stings of sand hit Raza, she whips around t’protect her eyes, and unfortunately, the brunt of it hits Ray, probably because’a all the sand that failed from the earlier bags was closer t’her. The Torcher hisses as her skin is briefly pummeled in an unwanted microdermabrasion, but it quickly passes. The good news is that none of the bags they previously got done are damaged, so they don’t need to start over, the source for their sand is just a liiiiittle further away than it was before.

As for the other pair, it really just isn’t Maeve’s day, is it? With all the open hatches in the Hanged Man, the wind is funneled towards them from an unusual angle (don’t ask me how), throwing the door back onto both Aurelia and Maeve. But Aurelia’s side is more secure ‘n Maeve’s, and the edge is blow back towards her, hitting her, while the Ark member just has to avoid dropping any tools in hand on herself.

When the wind passes, Raza uncurls an’ looks at the other three. “Everyone all right?” she asks, clearly a bit concerned. They didn’t sign up for this kinda’a work, but… it’s a perfect example as t’why the bar needs to be protected. Those monsoon winds can be fierce.

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Rotten rolls all around, fam and Maeve rolled a 1 :/

Keep doin’ your previous task. No post order.

and the sea in my blood

RAZA