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[godsandbats]

If you think you’re going to become a danger to others during this upcoming mission, what precautions are you taking?

Comments

[godsandbats]

The potential severe paranoia might direct some of us to leave and cause more hurt than help.

[rudelanguage]

Don't y'all just. Talk at each other all day on these ear thingies anyway? Sit there and talk and don't do anything else! [what, like it's hard?]

Or, I dunno, wear a bell.

[godsandbats]

That’s assuming that talking doesn’t escalate into violence while we’re all under the particles’ effects.

[rudelanguage]

[irritably:] Then take up cross-stitch!

[godsandbats]

[Deadpan]

Yes, because working with sharp tools keeps the blood thirst away.

[rudelanguage]

If you're paying proper attention, it does, actually!

[godsandbats]

Explain then.

[rudelanguage]

It! [flub. huff. GOSH!!] It's a focus thing! You know? Like meditation crap. Except you're making something instead of just...thinking about whatever. If you're busy constructing the pattern you're not busy rearranging someone's bone structure.

[godsandbats]

And if it’s vampirism?

[rudelanguage]

[?? ?? ? ?// ???]

What -- you allergic to fabric if you're a blood-drinker? Since when!

[godsandbats]

[Oh for fuck’s sake]

A little arts and crafts isn’t going to do much when might keep thinking he’s surrounded by easier meals and he should take them down before they take him down.

cw suicide ref

[rudelanguage]

[she scoffs indignantly, assuming this is just a made-up example to be difficult.]

Pick a fuck--frickin' remote-enough spot, get a hobby, and ride it out! Wear a bell! Assign a buddy to stake you in case of emergency! Kill yourself now! Whatever!

[godsandbats]

[Deadpan]

Duly noted.

[rudelanguage]

[sourly:] Yeah, you're welcome.