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epidemiology2016-10-16 02:06 pm
cachemoney) wrote in epidemiology2016-10-16 02:06 pm
[OPEN] empty bottles and broken glass
CHARACTERS: Fiona and YOU
DATE: Early to mid-October
SUMMARY: A sexy farmhand bounty, an open prompt post-canon update, and some closed threads.
early october. RHINESTONE COWBOYS.
[Having absolutely no idea how to budget and already spending all her money on frivolous things (though she would argue they are not at all frivolous -- one can never own enough hats, you know), Fiona is out of money. Already. Just completely broke. So, she's started looking over the bounty board for a quick way to get cash, and helping out this farmer with his love life seems to be the simplest and lowest impact option.
She did not, however, anticipate it being this boring.
She's out at the edge of the farmer's land, dressed in some ridiculous midriff-bearing outfit with Daisy Dukes and the worst hat she's ever worn ("it's part of the costume," the farmer told her when she protested, "you have to"), leaning seductively on fence posts and draping herself sexily over robot horses. She would be embarrassed if she weren't getting paid so well, playing sex kitten is not her usual forte, and she mutters to the metal horse she's currently arching her back against.] I promise I'm not usually like this. [The horse nickers, unconvinced.]
mid-october. CANON UPDATE.
[After getting smacked so hard that she flies into another dimension, Fiona has A Lot to deal with. It's very disorienting, going from trauma to trauma and having the memory of both things hitting her all at once. She's back in Perdition's Rest immediately, though it's not immediate for her; months have passed, she's been through some stuff, and she's also, like, frustrated? Kind of frustrated. Getting whisked away right after opening a Vault is frustrating.
She's at the saloon, hunched over a little at the bar as she nurses a whiskey, watching her hand as she curls and uncurls her fingers, trying to reconcile both sets of memories into some kind of coherent timeline.]
DATE: Early to mid-October
SUMMARY: A sexy farmhand bounty, an open prompt post-canon update, and some closed threads.
early october. RHINESTONE COWBOYS.
She did not, however, anticipate it being this boring.
She's out at the edge of the farmer's land, dressed in some ridiculous midriff-bearing outfit with Daisy Dukes and the worst hat she's ever worn ("it's part of the costume," the farmer told her when she protested, "you have to"), leaning seductively on fence posts and draping herself sexily over robot horses. She would be embarrassed if she weren't getting paid so well, playing sex kitten is not her usual forte, and she mutters to the metal horse she's currently arching her back against.] I promise I'm not usually like this. [The horse nickers, unconvinced.]
mid-october. CANON UPDATE.
She's at the saloon, hunched over a little at the bar as she nurses a whiskey, watching her hand as she curls and uncurls her fingers, trying to reconcile both sets of memories into some kind of coherent timeline.]
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That'sss... good. [This sounds insincere, she sucks, so she repeats herself a little more firmly.] That's good! I'm happy for you.
[She takes another second, then tips her hat forward to let the shadow cross her face.] Well. That's all I wanted to ask. We'd better get back to, uh. "Work."