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W1 Curfew: Simulation Room

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Simulate yourself a bed if you want one.

[ simulates a bed in midair right above strohl's head so it can fall on him ]

[ what did i do to you man!!!! why!!!

also he's sitting next to vi so AAA unsimulates it wtf ] We've far too many people in here, and three among us injured alike. Do whatever you'd like to me, I don't care, but they've enough to deal with.

[ briefly looks guilty

but then simulates a much smaller bed, about the length of his forearm and weighing as much as a toy, to drop onto strohl's head instead ]

Are you satisfied now?

It'll do.

[ and for funsies, a tattoo glows through the clothing on his arm. it reads, ALMOST CRUSHING A DEEPLY INJURED VI WITH A SIMULATED BED ]

Edited 2025-06-13 00:27 (UTC)

[ sighs.......well at least he feels bad about it... ]

You've got to practice some impulse control, man.

[ crosses his arms defensively ]

This is me practicing impulse control.

Good, then keep at it. 's a muscle as much as anything else, isn't it? Takes more than one session to build.

Too many, if you ask me.

Most things worth doing require work, though.

I know, and it's a racket. It's so much easier to destroy things.

[ from where she's settled: ]

Hey! Can you knock it the fuck off!

O-oh, uh. Right. Sorry.

[ grumbles ]

Be nice to him. Okay? Be nice to people.

I'm not nice, though.

...but I'll put a moratorium on any roughhousing tonight, I guess.

[ gives him a Look but ]

You could be if you tried. [ a beat. ] That's good enough for now.

[ well that statement opens up a can of therapy worms that he doesn't want to get into in this crammed as hell curfew ]

...for now.

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