[twenty two] This has disaster written all over it.

[goodgrasshopper]

I have a gun, ammunition, and few bottles of water, and I'm supposed to get to some kind of megalopolis within two days?

Right.

...This would be so much easier if my magic was working.

Anyone else thinking "Oh, god, oh, god, we're all gonna die?"

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[cisskabob]

No dying. It's not allowed, okay?

[goodgrasshopper]

I'll do my best. Promise. You too, okay?

[cisskabob]

I promise too. Are you with anyone?

[goodgrasshopper]

Tim and Dick.

I'm pretty sure I'll be okay.

What about you?

[cisskabob]

[CISSIE IS RELIEVED BY YOUR COMPANIONS, MOLLY. GOOD GIRL.]

Good. Try not to let them run off on their own.

I'm with Isaac, my inmate. I think we'll be okay.

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly is so onto your superhero friends, Cissie.]

I'll do my best.

You'd better be.

[cisskabob]

When we get back? Girls' night. Complete with bad movies and nail polish and enough junk food to make us sick.

[goodgrasshopper]

Sounds awesome. Mud masks too. And I'm coloring your hair purple.

[cisskabob]

You know, I can live with that. I think I'd rock the purple look.

[goodgrasshopper]

Good. How do you feel about streaks?

[cisskabob]

Even better!