>>20126754(Dia Mond)
thoerw off thea baudling?
>[Cactus seems to consider it. Sixty-ninth floor? Might tingle.]non o non ono no
haah haah haah... bleu hadns... haah haah hahh
yeah yea herya h eyah yeah
fihgti dfihgt fight
>[Cactus Jane bows her head repeatedly in reverence to this gracious monarch, grinning wildly, and backing away slowly as a small trail of blood drips form her head... or arm? Leg? Who knows.]>>20115810>>20095969>>20105328>>20119030>>20119173>>20102070Before the thing they call Cactus falls into another pool, she turns her attention elsewhere. Two women are running towards a pool off to the side, one of them struggling to chug the contents of a large glass; maybe later. A girl with a big head and glasses is stumbling to and fro, doing her best to appear that she's not stumbling at all; too easy. The group where Dia Mond was now includes a blonde, a green, an orange and a purple. Cactus retches vocally, they smell funny. An older woman is loudly crowing about a name Cactus has thought of a lot lately.
https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/19971790/#20041725Oh? There is another. As the host has turned her attention inwards, the girl with the funny hat is by herself. Cactus moves up behind her and kneels at her side.
The Cactus says nothing. She just stares.
And waits.
