What is this, fuckin' Waco?

[ As far as Nadia Vulvokov is concerned, there are only two places where you can find crowds of people dressed only in white: cults and horror movies. She's not entirely certain she hasn't found herself in both. She'd like to chalk up the whole being a squid thing to a really bad trip, but by now, she knows better.

Might as well get her bearings. She's also wrapped in white, which is a bit of a drag, but Nadia likes to think her robe is cinched around her waist in a way that really shows off her girlish figure. She's not going to ask how her krugerrand wound up in her welcome bag; she's just glad it's there for her to wear.

Pronouncement made, Nadia will stumble swagger towards the party. (Hey, she's still getting used to her human legs, all right?) At one point, a Trenchie will give Nadia a glass of pomegranate juice, which she downs like a shot. It's not half-bad, really, for kool-aid that's probably gonna kill her. After that, it's time to make some party conversation. ]

Hey, man. You know what year it is? Or if linear time is, yanno, a concept around here? Because lemme tell you what, I do not feel like being three-for-three with the universe fucking around with me, temporally speaking.

[ Mirrors can be dicey. Sometimes you have a bad hair day, sometimes you confront your imprisoned existence as a time-looper, sometimes you are literally your mother. It happens. Thankfully, the mirrors here have been pretty normal.

So far.

Nadia is in the bathroom of a bar in Cellar Door, when it happens. She looks up into the mirror after washing her hands, and her reflection lights a cigarette. She takes a drag.

She smiles, and her teeth are filled with blood.

It's wrong, in every conceivable way, and before she has time to realize what she's doing, Nadia has put her fist through that mirror. It shatters, of course, leaving Nadia's knuckles bloodier than those teeth.

Whatever. She's gone. Nadia wraps her hand in toilet paper, and returns to the bar to order another drink. If you so much as look at her funny, Nadia will narrow her eyes and snap: ]

What're you looking at, asshole?