exsiliumlogs | It seemed like a good idea at the time...

Date & Time: 2698, fin-de-millenium, just prior to the formation of the United Earth
Location: Las Vegas
Characters: Break, Kevin, Gilbert, Oz, Elliot, Alice, Allen, Lenalee, Rosette, Chrono, Chrysos
Summary: Fear and loathing
Warnings: Showgirls and Gilbert weeping.

The statement “Let’s go to Vegas” exists as the multiverse’s quintessential definition of, “well it seemed like a good idea at the time.” Even in this case, it really had, between zombies, insurrection, and the day to day tedium of life on the moon. Besides which, Xerxes Break has a new sentient (sentient-er) weapon, which in a stunning show of good judgement is too dangerous to test on the moonbase, nor in any concentration of people. Las Vegas, set against the backdrop of the vast, desolate Mojave desert, seemed to be a perfect choice.

When our heroes wink into existence, squinting against the early-morning desert sunshine, they’ll find themselves duly welcomed. Come play in the casino. When you feel a bit peckish, indulge in all you can eat. Take your winnings and go shopping; at night, take in a show. And if you’ve done really well gambling, unwind in a ridiculously luxurious suite.

…or is this how you’re spending the night?

Thirty-six hours in Vegas, what could possibly go wrong?

(ooc: feel free to start threads willy-nilly, name your time and place, threadjack and mingle)

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[ It's late, by this time, and he is starting to worry a bit about Kevin, who'd mentioned something about playing cards for "just one minute," and then disappeared. Break, in turn, had found himself attracted to the noise of the show, and then managed to wander around backstage. People don't pay nearly as much attention as they should to harmless old white-haired men with canes.

A moment or two of quiet listening, and he's able to sort out the situation. This is the fellow who'd "rescued" him from Vanadi's party, all those weeks ago. Well. One good deed deserves another.

He manages to locate one of Chrysos' hands and pulls urgently. ]

Quick! Quick! You are in great peril!

[ As a drowning man will clutch at any straw, so does Chrys's heart briefly, brilliantly flicker with the shining hope of light at the end of this tunnel, as he looks at Break's familiar face and clasps in desperation the proffered---

--no, who are we kidding. Chrys stares at Break, blinking, as though it hasn't really fully registered what it is being attempted here.

The ladies, meanwhile (some of which sound quite possibly more of the league of Ladies At Heart, If Not Entirely in Body) are closing in around both of them.

"Really~? You're going already?" "'Great peril'"? Ooh, how dramatic~!" "Are you a secret agent? That's so amazing~" ]

[ Break can only guess at sex from from vocal timbre, and even then it's not always easy. He came swiftly to the conclusion that in Las Vegas details like that don't seem to matter much, as long as somebody is having fun. Anyway, it's time for Emily to chime in: ]

SILENCE, FOUL TEMPTRESS!

[ After which, Break adds helpfully, whilst getting a grip on Chrysos' upper arm and pulling. ]

Come on! I'll cover your escape!

[ The cacophony does, for a few precious instants, clam up and blink at the sudden shriek from unexpected quarters-- during which time Chrysos (consciously or no) stumbles along with Break's tugging, and shifts into more of a proper gait of escape as it seems to hit him that yes, this is your chance, flee, man.

And flee he does. Promptly.

...

"Wow, what a trick! You're a pro!" "Aah, no fair!" "You should rescue us too, big boy~!" ]

[ And so the two of them run, past the ladies, past the backstage collection of props and racks of costume changes. Break somehow manages to acquire a lavender feather boa, and it’s quite probable that a pair of ladies’ glittery underthings might have have become snagged on Chrysos’ person.

Despite the various dangers and obstacles, our heroes make it out the stage door. Break slams it shut behind him, and leans against it, panting. ]

We were in the nick of time. You were in great peril!

[ His companion on this occasion slumps against the opposite wall, face haggard with the look of one who has seen the horrors of too many battlefields, as he breathes deep of the sweet air of salvation.

A filmy bit of silk that might be a ribbon or a thong is fished out from somewhere on him, stared at, and promptly thrown aside like a rattlesnake. ]

.....I....

[ And now finally processing who his rescuer is---

(the blind swordsman from that night, Oz's friend--?)

---.......he's not entirely sure how to feel about this situation.

Awkwardly:] ....my thanks.

[ Despite the man's hesitation, those certainly sounded like sincere words of gratitude. ]

[ ...wait. ]

— eh?

[ He actually wanted to be rescued from a gaggle of enthusiastic showgirls? ]

[ "Eh"? ...was he confused about what he was being thanked for? ]

...for the opening, I meant.

[ He steps away from the door, looking incredulous. ]

I saaay~!

[ His hands find the feather boa, and he flips the end of it at Chrysos, to make his point. ]

What sort of man doesn't want a bit of peril, you know? Don't you think you could have handled it?

[ And the moment of awkward gratitude takes an immediate nosedive. He folds his arms, every inch the calm and collected and stern, mature adult, handler of situations, of feathers ruffle-free. ]

Certainly I could have. It would merely have been less--

[ grasp for the word, there ]

--convenient.

Hm. Hm, hm, hmmmmm....

[ Wrapping the boa around him, he makes a show of thinking. ]

You know....

I think we should find you some more peril.

[ FLAT OUT ] No.

[ He totters towards Chrysos, as if he were drunk, and wraps his arms around Chrysos' shoulders. Congratulations! You're his new best friend! ]

Come ooooon, just a little~! A tiny bit of peril, just a smidgen!

[ Don't just decide on things like that on your own!!!! and why are you still keeping that feather boa on he can feel it raising goosebumps on his neck as he attempts, uselessly, to lean away from Break. ]

I assure you I've had quite enough for now, thank you.

[ "For now" being "for the next ten years". ]

[ He staggers, attempting to drag Chrysos back towards the strip. Surely there's some peril they can stumble into! ]

Nonsense! This whole trip has been about peril. You'll be disappointed after we return to the moon, and you realize you've had hardly any peril to speak of!

[ Noodley as he looks, Break is disconcertingly stronger than appearances indicate, and Chrys finds himself losing valuable ground despite attempts to keep his feet firmly planted on the spot. ]

For the record, this was not the mission I signed up for!

It seemed like a good idea at the time...

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