-Not every break from the Dream Width was a pleasant one, especially given the nightmares some dwelled within. The one armed woman that had been picked up was definitely one of them, and despite efforts to calm her down, things were getting chaotic very quickly. She was more like a wild animal in the way she lashed out, kicking away one of the infirmary workers who was trying to restrain her. It seemed despite her condition, she wasn't exactly having trouble fighting off the orderlies, but...-

Where am I?! Where's my sword!? -Something had to calm her down, or she might end up seriously hurting someone else in her panic...-

-Well she's calmed down, at least. But the aura given off by the woman as she enters the room still isn't exactly personable. Particularly given she had to be restrained during parts of the trip, and only in the last moments did she finally seem to accept her lot in life enough to not want to violently lash out at others. Her mouth was drawn into a thin line, and her gaze seemed locked into a void, not really looking at anyone or anything, but didn't seem to be spacing out, either...

She sat herself down, not on a chair but on the floor, with a slump, crossing her legs and leaning against the wall, drawing in a long, deep breath before instinctively reaching into her kimono for a pipe that... still wasn't there. And thus she found herself in a situation where, despite the aura she'd held since entering the room, she had to speak.-

... Anyone got any tobacco?

-By hook or by crook, Baiken had managed to at least get three items she definitely needed in the immediate moment. A kiseru-style pipe, a wine cask, and a katana. They weren't hers, a fact that still deeply frustrated her, but they were there, and she felt a little less naked in this new world she'd found herself lost within. But some things never seemed to change, and after outfitting herself with what she thought of as necessary gear, she became much more aware of the fact that she was... pretty much penniless. And booze and tobacco didn't just come freely.

But, as a vagabond, this wasn't necessarily new territory for her. She had too much pride to beg, so it meant seeking out work. And given her skill set, it meant some pretty specific types of work...

She sat on the ground on a busy thoroughfare, pipe between her lips, and a crudely made sign in front of her. The sign read:-

Bodyguard For Hire.
Assassinations Negotiable.

-Oh...-
[ h- gather all y'all trekkies and tv addicts ]

i never owned a spellphone before and typing one handed sucks. can someone tell me how i can use this as little as possible? also recommend some good cheap wine or im gonna start making my own.

-She really didn't seem to care that this was sent to all.-

[ j - wildcard ]

-do the thing-