116 - Voice

[gotgreenmagic]

[Someone sounds like she overslept.]

Mmf.

Okay. Brain says Friday, clock says Tuesday, I.....guess I was in a coma.

I love how that's just a thing here. 'Oh, hey, I just lost a bunch of my brain functions and lay here unconscious for four days, no big deal'.

What'd I miss?

[OOC: I couldn't think of anything to do with her so lol retroactive Barge coma :|]

[Spam for Reaver]

[Checking over the network for the past few days has given her a slight headache and simultaneous feelings of disappointment re. having missed a fairly benign flood and relief re. having been passed over for the opportunity to turn into her ditzy little headband-wearing alter ego again. Miss Go is seriously the closest thing Shego has to an archfoe at this point.

Either way she needs a drink. She shoves her way into the pub, sees the guy behind the bar and - ]

Looks like the universe picked the day for me to quit drinking.

[She's already shifting her weight to turn around.]

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[Spam]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Yeah not sure she believes this.]

Did you? Because the last time we talked about what you did for a living, I came away from that talk thinking you ran a factory or something.

[Spam]

[tatty_bye]

You are absolutely correct. I had a business to run before coming here, but industry, in itself, is fairly new to Albion. Before that [nostalgic sigh] leisure -- a "throne" to assume, more figuratively than literally, piracy before that. Marriages. Expeditions. But Bartender? Not by my choice, actually, and still a more recent development. There was a port, some time ago. [He frowns on thinking.] My, that was when Sherlock was still here. [A shake of his head.] In any case, I learned a little then, as well. It wasn't at all uncomfortable. [Until the part where he was beaten to a pulp in an alley.]

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[gotgreenmagic]

[She gives him a look.]

Sherlock? Long time ago. What port was that?