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[hot-engineer.livejournal.com]

"Hnnnnngh..."

Lucca is slumped over a table in the cafeteria, holding her head. Her helmet is set to the side, along with a manhandled cup of coffee that has left rings everywhere on the lunch table and is already half-cold.

"...hate the wooooorld. Why's it gotta be so bright? 'N noisy? N' fast-moving?"

This is the reason she hates the world right now. She got herself hammered last night for a noble cause; to save an Enforcer from a horrible fate.

"M' gonna KILL Ed when I see him. No, first I'll dismantle him, and THEN I'll kill him."

Selflessness tends to wither in the face of blinding pain and nausea, however.

Approach?

((EDIT: Threadjacking to talk to Ed too is a-okay, since they're both in hangover'ville in the cafeteria together.))

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[micro-icarus.livejournal.com]

"You'd be doing me a favor."

Lucca was so wrapped up in her own world of misery she didn't notice Ed sitting at the next table over. He looks like hell warmed over.

[big-whoop.livejournal.com]

Whoa. I know THAT look. That's the look of someone who drank an entire pitcher of grog without pondering the horrible stomach-melting and headache-inducing side effects. What'd you do yesterday?

[leeklove-diva.livejournal.com]

Um... Are you okay? Did something happen?