<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://cdn1.iconfinder.com/data/icons/user-interface-colorful/48/user-512.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Real Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/f3/3a/70f33a8233ff6c95064cad6dc7dd52ad.jpg)</div></div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Bryanne Delaney<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>designer jeans, black spaghetti-strap tank, sandals<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room, then pod<br/><strong>Date/Time of Day:</strong>June 1, 20201, mid-afternoon<br/><strong>Content/Trigger Warning:</strong>NA<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>"...and it just got weirder." Instead of talking to one person she couldn't see, now she was talking to...everyone involved. However many that was. And she still couldn't see them.<br/><br/>And now the Bosses wanted them all to bare their least-enticing features to the whole crew. One chick spoke up for total legalization of dope, which sounded great if you'd never met someone going through withdrawal; a guy replied to that with a not-quite opposite contention that anti-depressants were a 'cop-out', another failure of experience, or maybe empathy, in her opinion. There was just no way this was gonna end well...<br/><br/>Another pull on her beer, and she let loose with her own bit of counterculture. "I don't think people should be so damn proud of grunting out babies. Any house pet can do it. For sure, they shouldn't expect the rest of us to worship them for it." Yeah. this thing was doomed. At least she tried to lighten the mood by adding, "But give me my cheesecake and weed, or give me death!"<br/>