easy peasy lemon squeezy

[burningbrighter]

who: Sunset and a ragtag band of adventurers
what: Fighting juice-squirting lemons
where: Kerrigan Hall
when: early November
warnings: Acid squirts. Possibly some shouting. Update if needed.

Sunset Shimmer is normally a kind and cheery person. Today, she's not. Her hair is plastered to her robes, her eyes are burning, and she smells strongly of citrus. She storms through the hallway, a bag slung over her shoulder.

"...okay then, guess I'm not going that way."

Or is she? She crouches and rummages in her bag for anything that might be of use here.

Comments

[nomoremistergneissguy]

The citrus scent isn't off-putting at all--even his mother has done things in the name of perfumes, or scenting the air due to his father's love of stinky cigars. But the rest of Sunset's dishabille has Cliff's brows arching up for his hairline.

"Is...is everything all right, Sunset?" He's pretty sure it isn't, and if he gets a snap, he'll have deserved it, but he still has to ask.

[stillnewatthis]

"Hello!"

Perhaps sparing Cliff a snap, or perhaps just a distraction anyway, Orisa popped around a corner to greet the pair from behind and well above Cliff.

"Chemical analysis indicates a high quantity of citric acid. Sunset, you do not require bizarre beauty treatments to enhance your appearance!"

[burningbrighter]

The girl's head snapped up. She reached around her wrist for a hair tie and tied it back, looking irritated. Not at them, but at the mess she was in.

"There's a horde of angry lemons in the next hall over. They hose down anyone who gets too close. And I'm supposed to get back there."

Isn't that just her luck today.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

"Oh. Really." Cliff's voice was dry, and his brows pulled down in a sort of scowl, as his demeanor went into 'oh I don't think so" mode.

"You going to back me up, Orisa?" he asked, bowing politely to the Omnic. Rounder might not be there at the moment, but if he found out Cliff had been mean to his lady, the familiar would give it to him in the calf--or the knee, if he were particularly angry.

Not that Cliff didn't think Sunset could do the same--back him up, that is--save she'd clearly already been through enough. "You bring up the rear, and if you want to get a bit back of your own, then, Sunset? By all means!"