video; did you miss her?

[machinamentum]

[ They say with age, comes wisdom.

This is like that - but with age, came a solid addiction to Margaritas. Wisdom, it can be agreed, is second to this.

But does that give any kind of chill? Wrong. But she is definitely older, even if the details are still the same: flaming red hair, big green eyes, a robotic arm, and a voice horrendously loud as she booms down the connection. Eighteen has become twenty-five has become a bitter, lonely, running hard and fast and mean.

That jittery exuberance is the same though. For anyone who might have noticed her going missing for a couple of weeks (read: anyone who had to listen to her talk all the time at the top of her lungs), she's back.

And she appears to be, solidly, happily, drunk, waving an arm around, that is holding a champagne glass and a gun in the other. ]

'Sup, Asgard! You know how you all said I should get a hobby?

[ That shit-eating grin just gets bigger. ]

Well, guess what, I did -

[ wait for it. She sculls the champagne and throws the glass on the ground. ]

Now I'm a wedding planner! [ She bursts out laughing so hard she snorts before she clears her throat. There is a heavy swing of what appears to be a truly ridiculously sized gun in her teeny-tiny hands that she wields comfortably. ] Well this thing is freaking useless again, I can't believe I leave for like a decade and you guys can't invent guns yet.

Someone get me a margarita, stat. Mama's got a thirst that needs quenching after those freaking weird tentacle... cult.... guys... the creepy beating heart of a vault monster, whatever! I am wasted and I want to stay that way, so point me in the direction of the booze!

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voice;

[sanityinruins]

Now there's a voice I'd thought was a little silent. A pity your guns haven't been made, but we are currently fighting off rather annoying vegetation and a bit of drama that comes with being sealed away in a cave to die.

I don't have margaritas but I still make rice wine - if you want some, that is.

[machinamentum]

Oh fuck yeah, I ain't picky.

And vegetation? Jeez, I leave and you all forget how to make Molotovs?

[sanityinruins]

You know where I have it stashed then. Just do not touch the ones marked with an X for drinking.

I saw no reason to start a fire in my living room.

[machinamentum]

Help me out, bud, it's been like six years, and I am tanked, which way from here?

[sanityinruins]

It's simple enough - head right of the doors until you see a weird glowing tower next to a building. That's Odinhaus.

[machinamentum]

Got it! I'm on my way to drink you out of house and home! Did ya miss me?