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[Good thing technology isn't unheard of in Phandalin, huh? But it's... been a week and she's been through the whole song and dance and is just going to be an absolute asshole about this now that she's really allowed to.]

Anyone else get the feeling that the kinds of people they must have dealt with before you had to have been absolutely braindead to need as much training as they offered? Goodness me, not that I'm saying any of you are or were that braindead, but it certainly seems to be who they thought they would attract the most attention from.

Which reminds me, what the hell is the point of all this nonsense? I get it, steal Pokemon or whatever, but for... what? Is it just some kind of weird power grab or is there some ulterior motive that those of us on the bottom rung aren't privy to? Because I honestly don't appreciate things being hidden from me.

Also~ Steven, I believe it was? If you're hearing this, darling, I would gladly take you up on that offer if you're still extending that particular branch. I'm sure I'm easy enough to find, what with still having a particular feature of mine being rather striking compared to the others here.

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Can't say! That I'm real fucking keen! On having to remember how a goddamned living body works! Or being without my damn magic! This place is absolute shit, I hope you know.

This a whole situation, then? The being pulled from death or something and being brought to this place to suffer through absolute stupidity? Because, wow, that's more of a dick move than I would have forced on someone.

Well ya better get used to it, champ, that's how this world works. Accept the things we can't change and all that shit.

It's a big thing, but it's not like it's the people running Rocket doing it. I've got it on good authority it's a magic space llama. Do what ya want with that news.

I will, eventually, but I still feel the need to bitch about it until I'm suitably satisfied.

[A magic. Space. Llama.

She's just making a face of absolute disgust, do with that as you will.]

And yet I have somehow heard and seen worse. God. Why is it always some magical creature causing shenanigans. It always is!

Alright, bitch away! You wanna drink and bitch, I can take care of that, too!

Yeah it's...ah, you'll see what this place is like. But hey! You came in at a good time, we're here to help, we've got your back. You're one of us now!

[Oh, she's pausing for a moment as if she's considering something.]

You know, now that I do have a living body again, I could bother with alcohol. Huh. The one little perk I have found about this thus far...

[Jack, Jack is that supposed to be reassuring. She's not sure if that's reassuring or slightly terrifying in a way.]

"One of us" hopefully not meaning the native riff-raff, I hope?

See, you practically gotta drink in that case! How about a bottle, on me? What's your poison?

[It's nothing that phases Jack.]

God no, one of us. Transplant Rockets. We stick together.

I honestly can't remember what the last thing I had was, it was hundreds of years ago or so and even then I'm fairly certain most of what I bothered with is native to where I'm from. [Meaning some kind of weird fantasy drink, but that's details.] I'm really not that picky.

I just had to make sure, you can never be too careful without all the details~

Alright...well, I'm gonna guess you're a classy broad. You like the finer shit in life, ammirite? But your tolerance is probably lower than a verg's shit pit....

How 'bout a nice bottle of moscato made by monks?

Mm, you aren't necessarily wrong. But as far as drinks go, I don't tend to have a problem with much of anything as long as it's not that awful ale or mead certain innkeepers like to say wasn't made in their bathtub. [Oh, that's fair.

She is, however, grinning.]

Darling. I'm sure even if my magic has been stripped from me that I still have the tolerance of my particular race~ Human alcohol doesn't tend to do much to an elf, but this is the first time I've been alive in however long, so perhaps that might be for the better.

And that sounds just fine~

[This might be utterly hilarious, actually.]

Yeah, I wouldn't count on that. Now me, I've always been human, but I've got it on pretty good authority that everybody who wasn't before coming here....

Well, you're all human on the inside now! But hey, who knows?

Oh, it's less about how we handle alcohol and more that elven alcohol tends to be... well, the only things stronger tends to be made for dwarves. So perhaps, even how I am, that tolerance is still there.

I guess we shall see~ [Awful.]

But I certainly would accept the offer, wherever that may be.

Oh, yeah, you're a fantasy person. To me, anyway, we don't have elves or dwarves where I come from. We got short, buff, angry people but they ain't dwarves!

I'll send ya a bottle. Consider it both a welcome and an apology you gotta be welcomed here in the first place.

[A tad dryly,] Will this be a private party or is there room for a third?

You'll have to ask her, I'm just sending her the booze! I got stuff going on, can't give everybody the face to face touch!

Just me, huh?

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