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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[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!]

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[devotedtothecore]

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[devotedtothecore]

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[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...]

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[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. ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ --pervert? ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ the card drops to the floor as he WHIRLS AROUND

or attempts to, anyway, it's more a sort of stumble-spin-stumble but the important thing here is yelling indignantly: ]

---NOT A PERVERT!

[senseandcecilbility]

[There is nothing cuter than an angel napping in his nest of pillows. Through all the chaos, Kevin is curled up in the middle of the bed, breathing rhythmically and mumbling "young master" in his sleep. No thoughts about Chrys' perversion enter his pure dreams.]

[velveteened]

( thanks a lot, rosette. )

We know, we know!

( HE'LL PUSH CHRYS BY THE FRONT IF HE HAS TO )

[soul_sister]

[In the mean time, Rosette honestly has no idea what she's supposed to be looking for and a couple glasses of wine really hasn't done much for that decision making process.

But clothes seem to be on, and she's pretty sure that's an important part. GOOD ENOUGH. She pats the angel's head. There there, we were in time!!]

Don't encourage him Oz! [Rosette stomps her foot, firmly.]

[devotedtothecore]

[ BUT OZ THERE IS A GRAVE ERROR THAT NEEDS TO BE RECTIFIED. HERE.

Which is to say that he is still gesticulating as he is coerced to drunk-moonwalking out the door ]

Not a pervert, don'tyou compare me t'those people, swear by light I'll--!!

[senseandcecilbility]

P-pervert. [Kevin repeats in his sleep, moving closer to Rosette since she is patting his head.]