Party's not sure why he's describing all this stuff to Gwen, but it's nice to just..blab. Even if it's explaining stuff he just sort of knew. He makes a mental note to ask about magic because that stuff's weird, too, but Gwen asks another question and Party presses his lips into a thin line.
She could mean a number of things, of course, but Party doesn't really consider himself paranoid. He is, but he simply takes a short breath before waving his free hand around in a movement similar to jazz hands.
"Killjoys gotta be suspicious. We all ran away from Battery City to live out in the zones, in the desert. There's a pill for everything in Battery, dulling your senses, a monochromatic city as told by Better Living Industries. One for anxiety, one for food, one for your cold, one to prevent withdrawal, one to improve your mood, one to make you smarter.." He thinks Gwen gets the gist so he sums it up simply: "I think I had about 6 pills to take before Kobra woke me up and made me realize it was turning me into a zombie. Shit, Tumbleweed--that's just the medication they let you know about. They lace everything. Food. Water. Sometimes, there are rumours--you know? Sometimes even the air. I mean, they can send robot flies to spy on you, that's a proven fact. Who knows what else? Battery City..." He trails off, shuddering.
"I'll deal with all the ladies of Zone 3 before I step foot in Battery City again. This place? This place is just like it. Horrifying. I'll.." He pauses, before waving his hand dismissively. Too much guilt about leaving Grace behind.
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She could mean a number of things, of course, but Party doesn't really consider himself paranoid. He is, but he simply takes a short breath before waving his free hand around in a movement similar to jazz hands.
"Killjoys gotta be suspicious. We all ran away from Battery City to live out in the zones, in the desert. There's a pill for everything in Battery, dulling your senses, a monochromatic city as told by Better Living Industries. One for anxiety, one for food, one for your cold, one to prevent withdrawal, one to improve your mood, one to make you smarter.." He thinks Gwen gets the gist so he sums it up simply: "I think I had about 6 pills to take before Kobra woke me up and made me realize it was turning me into a zombie. Shit, Tumbleweed--that's just the medication they let you know about. They lace everything. Food. Water. Sometimes, there are rumours--you know? Sometimes even the air. I mean, they can send robot flies to spy on you, that's a proven fact. Who knows what else? Battery City..." He trails off, shuddering.
"I'll deal with all the ladies of Zone 3 before I step foot in Battery City again. This place? This place is just like it. Horrifying. I'll.." He pauses, before waving his hand dismissively. Too much guilt about leaving Grace behind.
"Is that whatcha meant?"