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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[She squints down at her somewhat boney, overrich pillow.]

......

That's not where I wanted to go.

That's not where either of us wanted to go.

( SURE ROSETTE TAKE YOUR TIME HE'LL JUST BE MILDLY SQUASHED DOWN HERE )

[ARE YOU CALLING HER FAT, OZ?

The floor is kind of tilting.

She's not really sure she wants to try that again.]

...

...

Maybe that wine was strong.

I think it probably was. ( HE'S PRETTY SURE IT WAS, GOOD LORD. ) We can stay here a little while.

( but he moves to prop himself up on his elbows, at least, hopefully also a gently signal for her to maybe move to the side a little. )

Can I ask you something, Rosette?

[Honestly, after so many years with Chrono, she might have actually been vaguely surprised she wasn't just summarily shoved off. As it is, she manages to shift to the side, sitting heavily on the carpet. (Because that angle was uncomfortable on her neck)]

Sure, sure...

( he asks hesitantly, softly; it's not really right to ask for information from someone inebriated, and he doesn't mean to force anything from her — she wouldn't from him — but he can't help wonder... )

Why did you make a contract with Chrono? ( a beat, then — ) You don't have to answer if you don't want to, just...

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[She looks over at Oz, a pinched look of someone focusing... and simply flops backwards onto the deep plush carpet, arms spread out.]

He was always sick. He couldn't run or laugh for very long. Couldn't shout... he'd start coughing. Sometimes he'd run a fever and throw violent fits where he wasn't really there at all.

My brother could heal anyone with a touch. Anything, broken legs, cuts, wounds. Anything.

Except himself... he just... he wanted to be an explorer. Talked about how we were going to discover everything in his books.

( he wasn't expecting something like this.

not sure what he was expecting — the tragic, twisted motives of the ordinary illegal contractor didn't seem appropriate for someone like rosette — but to hear about this...and what an irony, someone able to (miraculously, extraordinarily) heal, but be sickly himself, only wanting to see the world. oz wonders if she meant to heal his sickness somehow, then recognizes the past tense. )

I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry.

[She blinks, a bit surprised, and then settles back again, closing her eyes. It makes sense... no one wants sad stories at times like these.]

Don't worry.

( the silence seems a little too hollow, so maybe that's why — )

You know, I have a little sister. ( not so little anymore, but old habits die hard. ) I think you'd like her.

[That gets one eye open, followed by the other. The look she gives him is openly curious.]

Hmm, is she like you?

Well, we look alike. ( on a chuckle, and he leans back a little, expression both fond and wistful. ) But she's very sweet, the kind of person anyone can't help liking. She's always loved cats, and they love her too, so where you find one you'll find the other. She's very gentle, and used to love playing in the flowers and making crowns — things like that. But if there were any spiders or other bugs, she'd always need big brother to save her.

— though, she's a little old for that now.

Mmm. It sounds nice, to have that sort of thing.

You miss her, I bet.

It's better for her not to be in a place like this, honestly. So it's alright.

( it's what he always says, really, and for all that it'd be nice to have her near when she was here, the fears of what could happen to her....

especially now. )

Don't underestimate her! [She sits up (with a little bit of a struggle.)]

Maybe! Maybe she can do it! Maybe she'd be really good..

Maybe you'd lose her because she hates being the weaker one. You can't!

... You can't hog Vegas!

( SOMEHOW THIS REMINDS HIM OF THAT TIME GIL GOT DRUNK )

( well, "somehow." )

( but if he thinks back, ada had said something similar when she was here: 'i don't want it to be like that anymore. i don't want to be the one hiding away or being protected when everyone is trying their hardest. i want to be able to help you...'

and also —

' if i've learned anything after all these years, it's that you never know how much time you'll have with someone. i'm not going to take it for granted that i'll be able to thank you later.'

it's so easy to tell, honestly, who's the stronger sibling in this relationship. )

( no danger at all of her 'being the weaker one,' though what rosette's truly alluding to isn't lost him, at least a little. it's not hard to imagine the sort of resentments one might feel despite oneself, being a sickly younger(?) brother to rosette christopher. )

No, you're right.

( it's ada who's had to fear losing her sibling, but that's not something to share to even a drunk person who likely won't remember all this, one who also already has. )

Maybe I owe her an apology.

Anyway, isn't hogging Vegas exactly what we're trying to do?

GOOD!

...

[Now her voice lowers, the kind of tone one takes when regarding the massiveness of the universe.]

I'm not sure even BOTH of us could get all of it.

( his is, by contrast, unaffected )

There's only one way to find out, isn't there?

RIGHT!

[SHE STARTS TO HER FEET AND... wow the floor is still unpleasant.]

... Help me up.

( ROSETTE IS HE GOING TO HAVE TO CARRY YOU....

he gets to his feet more easily, then leans over so he can hold out a hand to her. )

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