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[deadbydawn]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ASH WILLIAMS. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 05.22.09.12 *** ASH WILLIAMS has joined 05.22.09.12 <boomstick69> you've reached the private inbox of the king himself, ashley j. williams ;) <boomstick69> state your name and business and i'll see if i decide to get back to you

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[deadbydawn]

[Ash nods vigorously, although the movement only serves to make his head swim. He sucks in a breath, stumbling slightly as he leans down to pick up his hand again.]

Tonic. Yeah. That'll work. Man, this marketing shit is easy. I shoulda gone into marketing instead of engineering--then at least I'd be usin' my degree.

[He screws up his face in thought.]

...needs a snappy name. Like Pink Fuck--tells you exactly what you're gettin' into, right? It's pink, and it'll get you fucked up. Red something. Red...Fuck...no, that's infringing on Pink Fuck territory. Red....

[He snaps his fingers, searching for the right word. After a few moments, his eyes light up.]

Red Alert?

[wheresmyjuul]

[There's a moment where the goes to reach for the cup - then frowns when he doesn't pick it up. Hells. He never has a problem with phantom limb until he has ecstasy, then it's all the sensation of reaching for shit with arms he doesn't have anymore.

It's bullshit.]

Red Alert! Perfect!

[He pauses. Then frowns.]

We should test it on one of the like. Big guys. For science.

[deadbydawn]

[Ash nods, squeezing his eyes shut. Something feels a little...odd. Which seems appropriate given the fact he just downed a bullshit in someone else's body. But he feels like he's moving way too fast. Or maybe the rest of the world is slowing down? Either way, he way overshoots his gesture, kind of doing a really wide sweep and pointing towards the ground.]

Agreed.

[He begins lowering himself to the ground, trying to slow his own movements. In the end, he just looks like he's intentionally moving slowly.]

After...um....after I sit here for a second.

[He's like, clipping through the ground so that his waist is halfway through the floorboards.]