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[claudiometer]

[y'all know the scene: room at the inn, so this is probably a noob. And indeed, the redhead dressed like a thrift store fell on her is a new face on the network.]

Hokay, so. I'd like a Word with whoever picks the stuff we get out of that box. A tool belt with no tools, I ask you, who makes a girl rebuild her kit from scratch?

I mean, I'd also like a word with whoever thinks 'dunk everyone in a lake' is a great idea, but I'm sure I'm not the only one there.

Anyway. What do people do for money around here, because I kinda doubt my day job is gonna translate.

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[queenofminiskirts]

I bet.

[She kind of wants to be a phantom thief now!]

And it's a good way to figure out how to use your magic. Things can get pretty dangerous sometimes and magic is useful for those times.

[claudiometer]

As long as no one else shoves me into a vat of Spontaneous Combustion Juice, I should be fine.

[queenofminiskirts]

Spontaneous Combustion Juice? Is that a thing that exists where you from?

[claudiometer]

Not anymore, it doesn't.

[queenofminiskirts]

Oh! That sounds like there's a story there! [She leans forward a little. Do tell, do tell!] What happened to it?

[claudiometer]

Dude got his hands on a Viking ladle that interacted with the chemical makeup of the energy drink he was making, somehow. [Look, Helena did the chemistry-fu in that regard. Claudia was a little busy trying not to combust.]

He doesn't have the ladle anymore. Or the job, probably, but that's not part of mine - just taking the thing before anyone else exploded.

[queenofminiskirts]

...was he planning to drink it?

[Because that sounded like a really bad idea...]

[claudiometer]

Not that I know of, but he sure didn't mind the prospect of an entire wrestling team combusting.