The Intolerable Clock: A Non-Canon Hexarchate RPG

Hana is not particularly enthused about a party, but she does make a beeline for the recreational drug table. She asks the grid a few questions about the euphorics before placing one under her tongue and slipping a few more into a hidden pocket. She complements this with tossing back something alcoholic, too-sweet, too-sharp, that feels like it kicks her uvula on the way down. While she's self medicating, she's scanning the room and looking at the others somewhat warily. She nods at Sulen, enough not to come off as impolite, and waits impatiently for the euphoric to kick in.

[The last time she was scryed, her signifier represented a protective personality leaning more toward the education side of the Vidona's purview than punishing heretics. Perhaps something like Stingray Hovering, or a new one like Stingray Guarding Clutch. Now, however, Hana's signifier is Stingray Washed Up.]