Party's lips formed into what appeared to be a pout, a slight tightening of the lips a vague lowering of his gaze as he began driving back towards where they came from. He was wishing pretty hard that the acid rain in the zones could could give him super powers instead of a shitty immune system and years and years of his life shaved off. Or the constant radiation that littered Zones 2-6, leaving most Killjoys with no choice but to die early. If they didn't get ghosted by draculoids, first.
Why couldn't he just turn into spider man? Gwen got hit by lightning once and Party's been bathing in toxic soup for 8 years and gets nothing. Not fair.
But Gwen is likable and on his side. Party glanced at the rear view mirror, reaching to try and grab the yellow mask he'd thrown in the back of his car.
"Well, tumbleweed, wish I could be you right about now." It was the truth, and he let out a slight grunt of annoyance when he couldn't quite reach his mask. "But I'm definitely glad to potentially have you on my side. Here's a little trick to surviving out there: don't trust anything, don't trust anyone. Not even the food. It's probably laced."
[location: the streets of Taxon]
Why couldn't he just turn into spider man? Gwen got hit by lightning once and Party's been bathing in toxic soup for 8 years and gets nothing. Not fair.
But Gwen is likable and on his side. Party glanced at the rear view mirror, reaching to try and grab the yellow mask he'd thrown in the back of his car.
"Well, tumbleweed, wish I could be you right about now." It was the truth, and he let out a slight grunt of annoyance when he couldn't quite reach his mask. "But I'm definitely glad to potentially have you on my side. Here's a little trick to surviving out there: don't trust anything, don't trust anyone. Not even the food. It's probably laced."