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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Wrinkling her nose, Shannon laughed. "Ew, I don't even wanna know," she replied. "We all probably totally reek." The idea briefly crossed Shannon's mind that people waking up in the forest might actually smell the other Glass Cage inhabitants before actually seeing or hearing them. She had to consciously will herself not to shudder at the possibility. "Ha, yeah, build character or turn you into a Poetpopsicle," she joked.

With a nod, Shannon gave Domeki a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, exactly. It hits you like a ton of bricks. It's so cold, it's hot and it hurts if you're under it too long," she advised, "so be careful about that. It's no good." Shannon joined in his laughter though. "Or if not, at least an awful lot of startled screeches and squeaks," she replied with a smirk.

Shannon returned Domeki's grin. "Me either, really," she admitted. "Boone was my step-brother. Our relationship was...different..." she said awkwardly, choosing not to divulge the details which would sound fairly incestuous to anyone that couldn't reflexively separate siblings from step-siblings. She'd rather not test Domeki's take on that. At least not any time soon. "You could call me little sister, if you wanted, but it'd be a two-fold lie," she laughed. "It's cool. I always wanted to be a big sister, honestly, I just never got the chance since my mom died when I was little," she added.

"Mmm, that would be very lucky," Shannon agreed in mock seriousness as she nodded. "Although, honestly if you ever did want one I swear to you my sense in fashion is nowhere near this level of lacking," she was quick to point out, laughing. "Oh no...please, please forget this dress once I've changed clothes," she begged, still giggling between words. That was the last thing she wanted - for people to remember the visual of her in this awful outfit. Actually, Shannon probably should've thought this bet through a little more thoroughly before accepting it...

She smiled again with faint sympathy that he hadn't tasted many things worse than Red Bull. "Yeah, I guess it's sort of an acquired taste, you could say," she replied. "I hate it; I'm more of a Monster drinker, myself, but there isn't any in there...I already looked," she said. Pulling a face, Shannon looked over her shoulder reflexively as the alarm went off again, almost as if in response to their conversation. Like it was reminding them that it was there. "Fucking thing. I swear to God if it's still going by nightfall, I will choke a bitch," she muttered.