Want to know what Tank Girl thinks of your muse, either genuinely or just out of morbid curiosity? Here's the place to ask! I'll even do IC or OOC answers, or both, if you'd like.

And if they've not met yet, but you're still curious, I can tell you what her impression would probably be, too.

music: "I Love My Computer" by Bad Religion tags: meme, relationshi meme

You folks know the drill.  Consturctive criticism or complaints about how I'm playing Tank Girl?  Straying from the surrealism of her canon?  Praise?  Hell, plot ideas?  Let me know here.  All comments are anonymous, though, so if you've got plot ideas, it's probably best to PM me.

Well, whaddaya know! There's another ship over there! Any of you buggers wanna get together for a drink?

[filtered to Zeetha/easy to hack]

So, is there anything to do in this town at all? We're gonna be stuck here for a while until the ship gets repaired, I know, but for fuck's sake, it's a logging town. What do they do here anyway, have quaint little festivals and make overpriced souvenirs? Man, there's got to be something good, or I'm going to go starkers.

[filtered to Bangladesh Dupree/easy to hack]

How're things over on your ship? The Way's stuck in this hellhole of a logging town, and there's nothing to do. At all. There's only so many times you can polish the cannons, really, and then the kids keep after you to ask what you're doing--I mean, shit, it's enough to make you want to set a fire just for the hell of it.

And there's been no luck in finding someone to keep the bed warm when I'm off gallivanting around and having fun. There's a couple of blokes who're not too bad on the eyes, but they probably expect me to date them and go ape over flowers and all that. Either that, or they were raised by gorillas, and don't speak much human language at all.

I haven't had much fun, come to think of it, since we sent half of the bar running away home to their mums with their tails between their legs back in Kropmork. Damn, why can't we be on the same ship?

tags: logging town, nothing to do, pouty when she doesn't get her way

I'm gonna be up on the deck, kicking some pirate ass. Steal our weapons, will they? Not on my bloody watch, the wankers!

(ooc: Tank Girl's armed herself with a couple of machetes, some knives, and the great big handgun that she "borrowed" from the armory. Plenty of mayhem will ensue.)

Well, well. Looks like the independence movement's finally taking off. For fuck's sake, what took them so long? And if they need me, I'm here. I wouldn't mind kicking a little ass so that the bullies of Reial leave us the hell alone.

tags: badlands, guns please, hells yes, home sweet home, independence

Oi! Where'd all the stupid blue flowers come from!?! Looks like a crazed florist got onto the ship and scattered the orders of all the customers who'd ever done him wrong...

*small annoyed noise*

They're sticking to my boots, too! Dammit!

tags: blue flowers, floral attack, wtf

Holy...! That's a lot of flowers and candy!

Nice to know I'm that liked! And most of you ain't even met me yet...

location: her doorway, right before she trips over the flowers mood: surprised music: "Something to Change" by Pennywise tags: friends i don't know, tank girl + sugar rush=win, what the hell

Ace idea, Zeetha! Here's mine!

( Really, now? )

mood: bouncy tags: demihumans are fun, experience of all sorts, going off half-cocked, i love me

[public]

Sucks to be those people in Doma. I've seen those scorpions that the poison came from. Nasty, mean sons of bitches that're even more vindictive than the normal ones. Sting you as soon as look at you. A friend of mine died that way when I was little, and I can still hear 'em screaming sometimes at night.

But these pirates--who cares? If they did it, they did it, and if not, let 'em go. Pirates are fine by me, so long as they ain't stealing my stuff. They treat everyone the same. I got no love for Vohemar or Ivona, and they can blow each other up for this as far as I care. Screw 'em. Whoever did do it, I hope to hell they get caught, and get given that poison themselves.

Let them see how it feels.

location: the armory mood: bitchy music: "The Hills of Los Angeles Are Burning" by Bad Religion tags: doma, fuck both sides, i'll be over here, poisoning, well shit

*pained moaning, as though whoever's doing it has one hell  of a hangover*

Where in the bloody hell am I, anyhow?  Something 'bout a ship with big guns that needed polishing, I think?  Think it was the Winding Way, something like that...

Oh fuck, my head...

*another groan, then the recording cuts out*

[OOC: I'm just gonna retcon Tank Girl onto the Winding Way.  Pretend that she got on right before Candy Mountain, and has been busy going through the armory to check on the condition of things.  She probably hasn't been too social yet, as she's still getting used to the ship, and in order to do that, has also been busy with rather a lot of beer that she smuggled into her room.  Feel free to reprimand her and/or have noticed her and/or had her have said something rude or embarrassing to your character, if you'd like.  She probably did, you know.]

location: No fucking clue--a ship of some sort? mood: hung over tags: bloody hell, thank god there's smokes left, think i'm out of beer, where am i