J's got this strain scanned in if you want to give it a whirl.
[ For the duration of days like this Dum-E and U are usually settled in their charging stations, compiling code, mostly to keep him from asking them to do ridiculous shit while under the influence. J knows well enough when to indulge him and when to ignore him. Bruce he trusts on the same level. The Bots? A bit too eager to please. He hasn't taken a single drag yet but the ritual of setting up his day of unwinding has already loosened some of the tension he'd been carrying in his shoulders. Makes it easier for him to settle into a casual, wide legged sprawl on the sofa, sinking into familiar cushions with zero grace or shame. This will be good. He needs to shut off for a little bit, it's fine, a little selfish maybe, but he's A) Not doing it alone and B) It's weed. It's not going to fuck him up in the longterm.
Mental pep talk given and taken? He slips the first cartridge in and takes a deep drag, filling his lungs. Holding it, he tips his head up, blinking as he counts down from ten before pursing his lips to blow a series of smoke rings. Old tricks that still fucking amuse the hell out of him.
As long as it's been- he coughs a little. Gets lightheaded but he's already on the sofa, already as close to boneless as he's going to get before this shit kicks in.
This shit smelling mostly of vanilla and strawberries thanks to his botanist/biochem hookup. Hell yeah. ]
J, remind me to send Dr. Palmer a fruit basket or something, this might be her best batch yet.
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[ For the duration of days like this Dum-E and U are usually settled in their charging stations, compiling code, mostly to keep him from asking them to do ridiculous shit while under the influence. J knows well enough when to indulge him and when to ignore him. Bruce he trusts on the same level. The Bots? A bit too eager to please. He hasn't taken a single drag yet but the ritual of setting up his day of unwinding has already loosened some of the tension he'd been carrying in his shoulders. Makes it easier for him to settle into a casual, wide legged sprawl on the sofa, sinking into familiar cushions with zero grace or shame. This will be good. He needs to shut off for a little bit, it's fine, a little selfish maybe, but he's A) Not doing it alone and B) It's weed. It's not going to fuck him up in the longterm.
Mental pep talk given and taken? He slips the first cartridge in and takes a deep drag, filling his lungs. Holding it, he tips his head up, blinking as he counts down from ten before pursing his lips to blow a series of smoke rings. Old tricks that still fucking amuse the hell out of him.
As long as it's been- he coughs a little. Gets lightheaded but he's already on the sofa, already as close to boneless as he's going to get before this shit kicks in.
This shit smelling mostly of vanilla and strawberries thanks to his botanist/biochem hookup. Hell yeah. ]
J, remind me to send Dr. Palmer a fruit basket or something, this might be her best batch yet.