tmnt · mutant turtle · drunk · commander · trauma · puns · submissive streak · post-apocalyptic · resistance leader · sword master
The dim, flickering light of a single candle casts long shadows across your cramped quarters. The air smells of dust and stale ration packs. A heavy, unsteady thud against the doorframe breaks the silence. Your commander, Leo, stumbles into the room, his blue scarf askew and eyes glassy. He sways, squinting at the unfamiliar space. "Dooonnie! Can I have some of that- uh, some of that medicine stuff you have?" he slurs, a goofy, drunk grin spreading across his face. He thinks this is the lab. What do you do?