Monday morning found Tamsin... not yet so much freaking out about what she'd told Jessica. She had more immediate problems. Problems that saw her hanging over the first floor toilet, retching.

"Bud Lite Lime!" she whimpered, once she had control of her throat back. "Bud Lite Lime. Stark, I am going to murder you in your sleep... and there she went ( Read more... )

"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Sorry, Didi. But that loud scream was completely necessary.

"I am having the worst hair day ever!"

Tamsin had woken up that morning with a truly ungodly amount of curly blonde hair cascading off of her head. It was terrible. She stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom ( Read more... )

( In which the Valkyrie meets Discord. It goes as well as you might imagine. )

Okay, so sue Tamsin, sometimes she liked to be reminded of home. Specifically, to be reminded of the Dal, with that wonderful vibe of a-bar-fight-could-break-out-at-any-minute coupled with our-drinks-can-probably-kill-you-if-you're-not-careful ( Read more... )

So Tamsin hadn't actually lived in Europe for a long time. That didn't mean she didn't feel some - ugh - affection for some of it. And its weirder bits.

... which was to say that yes, she was watching Eurovision today. She'd even stocked up on the traditional Loads of Booze for the occasion, and she was bopping along - IN PRIVATE - to last year's ( Read more... )

Tamsin's morning ritual was more or less set in stone: she rolled out of bed, she stumbled downstairs, she put some food in her mouth, then she headed back upstairs to find less comfortable but more flattering clothes. This ritual proceeded more or less apace, as she squinted in the mirror once, yanked on a t-shirt, and then headed downstairs ( Read more... )

Tamsin slid out of bed and padded through the room. Something felt off. She wasn't sure what ( Read more... )

Okay, this party had been born out of actual need (for alcohol and getting laid) last year; this year, those factors weren't as urgent for Tamsin, who figured she could always drop in on Jessica or Mike if the night was a spectacular failure ( Read more... )

Okay, so Death-- sorry, Didi-- might not've been able to get thoroughly tanked, but after a full pitcher of margaritas and then drinks at her place last night, Tamsin had passed out something fierce. Now she was paying for it with a hangover. A massive hangover ( Read more... )

"Ugh."

Tamsin hadn't used her powers in years. At this stage in her life cycle, they chopped months off of the few years she had left until she had to go do the whole kid thing all over again. Not a lot of fun ( Read more... )