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

[maddeninghatter]

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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(I'm the queen of endless editing. :') )

[senseandcecilbility]

[Life is full of surprises. And it is ironic how one can be cheerfully gambling with friends in a second, and pinned down to a strange bed in the next.

As if a native speaker of a language in which “calm down” doesn’t exist, Kevin starts screaming like a damsel in distress. ]

Help! HELP! A reverend’s virtue is at PERIL!

[Unfortunately, he is a little too drunk for smiting, but there is certainly some rather uncoordinated kicking.]

[devotedtothecore]

[ This man is going to hurt himself or someone with his idiocy and so loud and confound it all if he would just be reasonable for one second--- the pillow needs to go back over his face, clearly, but that takes a hand, and Chrys is short on hands and it is, most aggravatingly, Also A Problem. ]

'llyoustop yelling and just--- [ OW ] hold still--!

1/2

[velveteened]

( it's been a nicely productive day, if by 'productive' one means 'full of learning how to gamble and scamming people and also watching jousting — which he'll say it does — and so when oz walks towards their rooms with rosette, it's feeling fairly satisfied. he's stretching his arms out on a yawn, though truthfully he doesn't feel tired at all, perhaps simply too excited from all the lights and sounds.

it's a different sort of sound that makes him slow to a stop, arms still half-raised, right in front of the door chrysos foolishly left ajar. it's hard to say if it's more alarming that the voices are familiar or what they're saying — or what they're doing, as the fuss becomes visible after only a moment of looking — but

no, the whole thing is alarming.

(oz will mull to himself later that these two are not the ones he'd pegged as disorderly drunks, but one never does know about people.)

he looks through the doorway, then looks at rosette, and )

2/3

[velveteened]

[velveteened]

( MOVES TO PULL HER RIGHT ALONG )

[soul_sister]

[There's a moment when Rosette was going to call out to her friends, squinting blearily at the forms in the room almost at the same time Oz does.]

[soul_sister]

[W..... what are they... what is Chrysos... and ... that...

THAT IS NOT RIGHT! THAT'S NOT RIGHT AT ALL... SHE HAS TO...]

[soul_sister]

[Which is why, as Rosette is pulled away from the scene by Oz, a very drunken public service announcement happens.]

CHRYS THAT IS NOT A GIRL!

[senseandcecilbility]

[He is.most definitively.not a girl.

When he cried for help, he was not expecting any of those two pure creatures to come to his rescue. Well, this requires drastic measures. Blushing beyond the telling of it, he grabs Chrys by the collar and shouts at the door.]

Sister! Oz! Leave! This gentleman is dangerous!

[The violent gentleman might steal their virtue too! And then how is Kevin going to explain that to Mister Gilbert and the demon? He would be doomed. Doomed!]

1/3

[devotedtothecore]

2/3

[devotedtothecore]

3/3

[devotedtothecore]

[ ---snaps out of his petrified state and STRETCHES A DESPERATE HAND OUT at the door, attempting to forestall them ]

No wait it's not what it looks li--!!!

[ HRK. Goes the collar, yanked round his neck.

FWOMP. Goes the engineer, landing on top of Kevin. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

...

...

...

[Kevin is not quite sure about how virtues are lost, so there is no wonder he is currently assuming his is gone.]

[velveteened]

( WELL SO MUCH FOR GETTING HIMSELF AND ROSETTE TO SAFETY BEFORE THEY COULD BE NOTICED.

it's also really, really hard not to laugh. he pushes the doorway more open, though doesn't quite yet step inside. )

Then what is going on?

( he knows, he thinks, but it'll be fun to watch them explain )

[soul_sister]

... Should we be throwing things? This seems really straightforward.

[Maybe Oz hasn't had the talk yet...]

1/2

[devotedtothecore]

[ Maybe, he thinks to himself, sprawled face-first in feathery softness and on bony butler limbs, maybe he shouldn't even bother. It's a lost cause now, anyway, isn't it. He should just....


.... ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ No.

No, he cannot let it end here.

It cannot end like this.

With the shounen spirit of a thousand teenage protagonists across a thousand universes he shoves himself upright and takes advantage of Kevin's stupor to prise his hands from his collar. And points. Accusingly. Vigorously. At Kevin's idiot face. ]

This man. Excessiveably drunk. At tables. Was like t'be shot. Dragged 'im up here. That'sall.

[ Yes. Excellent. An eloquent, concise explanation. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

I am not drunk, sir. Excessively or otherwise. [Kevin replies, taking offense and trying to move that vigorous finger off his cheek (moving the heavy man off his formerly virtuous self seems to be a lost cause).

He does, indeed, sound incredibly drunk.]

[He hiccups, wondering if he should make a point about "at tables" and "like t'be shot", but he is suddenly distracted by the colorful gambling chips and the vague sensation that he is being watched by children. Who were those again?]

[velveteened]

( it is a sad day when oz is the most sensible person in any given room, no matter how much sobriety plays into it. )

You sound tired, Chrysos! It's been a loooong day after all, hasn't it? ( he's going to regret saying this, possibly, but — ) We can help Kevin, so why don't you go to bed?

[soul_sister]

[In the mean time, Rosette has kind of a quandary... if it's true... she really doesn't WANT Kevin shot. But... but... this isn't how this goes. Will Chrysos ever learn to respect Kevin's virtue?]

[devotedtothecore]

[ He is perfectly sensible, excuse him, Oz Vessalius's inner narration.

...it is true, though. The long day bit.

The pointiness on Kevin's cheek (and the weight on the rest of him) blissfully alleviates as Chrysos slides his feet onto the floor proper and stands, getting himself nice and upright. In reasonable time. (Admittedly, it takes a few seconds to get the swaying under control.)

There. Good.

The thought of leaving them to take over, though... ] Y'll be alright?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Happy about his returned capacity to breathe, Kevin mumbles a warning about what will happen if Chrys dares touch Rosette and Oz's virtue.

After that, he starts gathering pillows around himself again,looking like very drunk giant sloth.]

[velveteened]

( it's touching that kevin at least can be relied upon to defend the children's virtue or something. )

Totally fine!

( oz finally moves into the room, for the specific purpose of getting behind chrysos and pushing him right out. GENTLY, he doesn't mean to topple anyone over, but insistent. )

There's nothing to worry about at all.

[soul_sister]

[In the mean time, far more steady than the other two drunks, Rosette wanders into the room to peer over the bedside to check on Kevin.]

You're safe! The pervert is gone!

You really need to learn how to punch really hard, Kevin.

1/3 spamming till the world goes boom

[devotedtothecore]

[ Gentle pushing is more than enough, given that he shuffles along towards the door anyway on his own volition, and if they're staying here they should probably have the card, that's right, where was it, somewhere in jacket and did she just say something about a perbert?

..."pervert."

Ah. Pervert. ]