goneawayworld | Smoke on the water

Who: Catra and friends (this includes you)
What: Dankness
Where: The bowels of the Rig.
When: Sometime amidst Christmas stuff
Warnings/Notes: Deals with weed/people getting high/drug stuff.

When Catra had started waking up with strange stuff in her room, she hadn't really been sure what to make of it. It wasn't hers. It definitely wasn't anything that Jorgmund, in their idiotic wisdom, would give to her. Thankfully, since she wasn't a square like Adora she had managed to understand just what exactly this water pipe was. Her first attempt at using it had been tentative, but the experience had been... relaxing, more than anything else that she'd done recently on the rig. And weirdly enough, the bowl on it never seemed to be empty. Useful, even if it was made out of some weird horn-like material. Point was, it was chill.

Naturally, she had to share with her companions ('friends' was still asking a lot of her).

She had scampered off to the bowels of the Rig to the space that Tenten had once-upon-a-time commandeered for a little get together. It was off the beaten path and hard to find, which made it perfect for what was something Jorgmund would probably frown on. Especially considering how much they seemed to hate their prisoners doing anything that made them happy. Once settled with some blankets and pillows, she had sent a message out to others, inviting them to come join her. Why had been left vague and mysterious, the only instructions being to 'bring blankets, pillows, and maybe a snack.' When people arrive, they find Catra in her little nest, the water pipe set out in front of her along with some pilfered snacks and fruit from the gardens.

"About time someone showed up. C'mon, this'll be a good time."

( Open to anyone, really. Even if Catra might not specifically include someone, feel free to say someone else clued them in, or just stumble in and crash. All good. Catra will be too chilled out to be too upset. )

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"Fuck them," Catra says succinctly.

"All the adults in my life when I was a kid sucked. Most of the ones I've met here don't impress me either."

"Then I'm happy to assist in keeping them out of our hair tonight," Stacia says. "Just tell everyone to chill if they see me shift--" she makes claw gestures with her hands, "--and leave the room. If it's an actual problem, I'll yell."

Which probably means everyone should flee, because stoned teenagers fighting something sounds like the premise for a B-horror movie where everyone gets dead in amusing ways.

Catra offers the water pipe over towards Stacia.

"Sounds good, wolf-girl. Now sit down and relax, that's the reason we're here, right?"

Stacia laughs and accepts the pipe to take a hit. She pauses afterward to sniff the pipe itself, tapping it with a fingernail before handing it back.

"Huh. I think that's horn."

Catra accepts the pipe back and starts to take another hit herself as Stacia speaks. She coughs briefly, then gives a long, slow blink.

"Cool. I thought that's what it was. Pretty cool, though, huh?"

"Definitely cool," Stacia agrees, relaxing into the chill mood. "I know a few people back home who use drinking horns for alcohol, but I've never seen it used for a pipe before." She snorts. "Sadly, I don't know my horns well enough to take a stab at what kind it is."

"I don't know anything about horns," Catra admits drowsily. "All I know is that this shit is great and I needed some relaxation in my life."

"All things considered, our options probably are "something cool", "something weird", or "something horrifying"."

Stacia stretches her legs out as she relaxes, pointing her toes toward the opposite wall.

"It may be best not to question it."

Smoke on the water

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