Gideon Nav spends a lot longer trapped in the hedge maze that she maybe technically should have needed to. There are a few places that you can find her. Regardless of the her varying level of pissed, she's always got her black cape held up with one arm, shielding her face and squinting at anything she's looking at in a way that makes her look equal parts confused and angry.
i(a). For minimum piss, find her in the graveyard. She's shoving hard at a headstone with her boot with her free arm held out like a bird trying to take flight to keep her balance as she really shoves her entire weight into it. When she hears you, she'll stop her assaults and look over, body turning with her to keep her sun shield in place. Gideon blinks a few times, surprised there's someone else around here.
"Hey."
i(b). For maximum piss, move towards the sound of angry, loud, increasingly stupid expletives. Here at this random section of hedge, she's twisted up in vines; her ankle and creeping up her calf, around her wrist. Her cape is tangled in the thorns. She's fighting like a cornered animal, ripping vines without care for injuring her hands.
"Piss off! You can't fucking afford this piece of meat!"
ii. cactus pad
After trudging out of the maze, finding the hotel, and riffling through the entire selection of the closet and turning over the blankets like a feral cat with the zoomies, it takes no time at all to find the Cactus Pad. It is, really, the first thing she zeroes in on, as if the concept of a bar attracts her like a trouble magnet.
Good thing, too. It's a great decision. It feels so nice in here that she immediately wants to stay forever. Which is great, because it takes about two minutes before her ass is stuck to a chair right in the middle of the room and she's got a cup of something that's not necessarily good, but it's warm, and that's good enough. Really, though, by the time you join her, she's so content to drink and vibe and enjoy the weird sensation racketing her chest that she hasn't actually tried to get up.
When you sit, Gideon Nav is reading a card from the stack on the table.
"Yeah, no idea what that says," she says, and tosses it onto the table between the two of you. It reads, Your taste in music is so unique that it inspires sentient pineapples to dance until they burst whenever they hear your favorite song. What's that song, and how do you handle the messy pineapple dance parties?
Gideon Nav | The Locked Tomb
Gideon Nav spends a lot longer trapped in the hedge maze that she maybe technically should have needed to. There are a few places that you can find her. Regardless of the her varying level of pissed, she's always got her black cape held up with one arm, shielding her face and squinting at anything she's looking at in a way that makes her look equal parts confused and angry.
i(a). For minimum piss, find her in the graveyard. She's shoving hard at a headstone with her boot with her free arm held out like a bird trying to take flight to keep her balance as she really shoves her entire weight into it. When she hears you, she'll stop her assaults and look over, body turning with her to keep her sun shield in place. Gideon blinks a few times, surprised there's someone else around here.
"Hey."
i(b). For maximum piss, move towards the sound of angry, loud, increasingly stupid expletives. Here at this random section of hedge, she's twisted up in vines; her ankle and creeping up her calf, around her wrist. Her cape is tangled in the thorns. She's fighting like a cornered animal, ripping vines without care for injuring her hands.
"Piss off! You can't fucking afford this piece of meat!"
ii. cactus pad
After trudging out of the maze, finding the hotel, and riffling through the entire selection of the closet and turning over the blankets like a feral cat with the zoomies, it takes no time at all to find the Cactus Pad. It is, really, the first thing she zeroes in on, as if the concept of a bar attracts her like a trouble magnet.
Good thing, too. It's a great decision. It feels so nice in here that she immediately wants to stay forever. Which is great, because it takes about two minutes before her ass is stuck to a chair right in the middle of the room and she's got a cup of something that's not necessarily good, but it's warm, and that's good enough. Really, though, by the time you join her, she's so content to drink and vibe and enjoy the weird sensation racketing her chest that she hasn't actually tried to get up.
When you sit, Gideon Nav is reading a card from the stack on the table.
"Yeah, no idea what that says," she says, and tosses it onto the table between the two of you. It reads, Your taste in music is so unique that it inspires sentient pineapples to dance until they burst whenever they hear your favorite song. What's that song, and how do you handle the messy pineapple dance parties?
"Hey, do you know what the fuck a pineapple is?"