Scarlet dropped her head back onto the table with an audible thud and a muffled "Ugh."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">My brain feels like it's gonna explode... And not just because of the amnesia. How the hell'd I get tangled into this whole mess, anyway?</span><br/><br/>Let's see. Scarlet slept in the wrong old-guy's-cart and ended up in Stormfront. Most of this group was killing the city guard. Something happened at the bank. The bank tried to kill them... They tried to kill the bank. A few of them tried to kill each other because there's not a person in here that doesn't have issues... Depositron killed Stormfront (okay, so they might have helped a little with that one, but still... He started it.) and then Dow what's-his-face-because-Scarlet-wasn't-paying-attention-and-I'm-too-lazy-to-double-check-but-it-started-with-a-J killed Depositron. Now they were here. Eating food. And discussing bagels and mummies and outer-universe family relations and work team that she was apparently a part of some years back.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I shouldn't have recapped that. And to think, that was the Lite version.</span>It was at this point that she decided she really needed a cookie. Scarlet lifted her head again and reached for it, unwrapping it and nomming on it like a child would... Then there was an unfortunate crack of thunder. Scarlet dropped the cookie onto the table with a yelp and dove under the table. A beat passed and she reached her hand back up, searching for the cookie until she found it.  Another roll of thunder, accompanied by a squeak counterpointed by vehement cursing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I hate my life right now... But this is a really good cookie.</span>