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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[anklets]

[Inescapably, woefully, only a tiny bit drunk. Honestly! Maybe. Not so drunk that she cannot push herself upright in record time to protest Allen's candy theft, for certain.


But drunk enough that she merely.

Sits and

watches

as the chocolates vanish utterly.]

There!

[debtor]

[HE'S HAVING CONNIPTIONS OVER HERE.]

How- [ WHO? WHAT? THERE??? ]

What the hell was that!

[anklets]

[This is an absolute affront. Lenalee's expression steadily becomes cloudier-]

Check under the bed!

[-as she prostrates herself over the lip of the mattress with her elbows braced on the floor and nightshirt riding alarmingly, because Lenalee has learned where all the monsters hide, and even though she feels uncomfortably stifled and a little dizzy, she will find him, with an upside-down... hawkish... dedication.]

[debtor]

S-stop! [ red-cheeked, he's waving his hands all about, suitably ALARMED by her nightshirt and what it's perilously close to uncovering.

Though he's more alarmed that there's apparently somebody creeping under the bed, good god.] I'll look, you - should stay under the covers, I think!

[He's crouching down... to peek... under the bedframe.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ While Lenalee and Allen are busy peering under the bed, a voice from on top of it drawls: ]

What are you two doing down there?

[ Break is sprawled out across the bed, casually eating Lenalee's bon-bons. ]

Haha! Or perhaps I shouldn't ask.

[anklets]

[By Allen's urging, she's struggling to keep the sheet tucked about her even half off the mattress (mostly off the mattress) as she is-- to the tolling of a third voice, Lenalee startles and goes completely... off the mattress..., and onto Allen's kneeling form.

It is not her finest moment.]

Break!

[debtor]

[TOPPLED ONTO WITH A SHRIEK, nearly knocking his head into the metal bar as he's flattened by a falling drunk Lenalee and a tangle of sheets - yelling out right at the same moment,]

B-BREAK!



[DON'T MOVE, ALLEN WALKER...]

[maddeninghatter]

Oh dear, I seem to have caught you two in the middle of something.

[ Surely modern medicine has come a long way, making these things obsolete; perhaps they're only provided in the hotel rooms by way of enhancing the retro charm. However this is a technology that's been in use since the seventeenth century, so perhaps it's not too surprising to see it in the twenty-seventh.

Even Break had been able to recognize them fairly easily (after an initial period of confusion when he thought they were balloons).

In any case, he ferrets in the top drawer of the bedside table, sweeps up a handful of multicolored square packets with a ring shape inside and tosses them on top of Allen and Lenalee. ]

Well, well. What can I say? Be careful~!

[ And poof that's it, he's gone.

And so are all the candies. ]

1/2

[anklets]

[Poke! An elbow into Allen's spine.

Poke! A knee to his shin.

She is all leg at the best of times, and seems to be made of nothing but when tipsy, apologetically she gathers herself with- not a terrible amount of grace, and accidentally pulls on his hair once or twice on her way to the hardwood.]

Sorry, sorry...

[anklets]

[ attention lingering on the little foil packets littering she, Allen, and the floor, she takes a deep breath and turns overbright eyes to the now vacant bed-- ]

You owe me a box of chocolates, Break!





[ yeah.]

1/idk...

[debtor]

[He wants to yell at Break again, but at the moment, he's too busy dealing with. Lenalee's limbs. Ow.

He suffers through it like a champ.]

It's all right...

[debtor]

[Once he's free, he starts to lift himself up, and it's only then that he takes note of whatever it was Break threw onto them. He picks one packet up, squinting at it, turning it over...]

What...

[debtor]

[What.]

[debtor]

[WAIT-]

[debtor]

['middle of'

'be careful'

NO!!!!?!]

ok i think i'm done...

[debtor]

[-AND MAKES A NOISE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN A GAG AND A SCREAM, DROPPING IT LIKE IT'S I don't know, how about let's not talk about what it is.

JUMPING TO HIS FEET.]

BREAK!

[GET BACK HERE SO HE CAN STRANGLE YOU.]

gorgeous

[anklets]

A-Allen?

[ what the hell, man! ]

[debtor]

[AAH]

—Nothing!

[Internal screaming as he just. kicks the rubbers under the bed.


No wait he can't leave them there—

Fuck his life. Reluctantly crouching down again. And attempting to head off any questions before she can even ask by hopefully distracting her maybe,]

We'll definitely get you more chocolates later, don't worry.

[Non-alcoholic chocolates.]

[anklets]

[Unfortunately for Allen, he's already been granted several favours today (the majority of them being buffet-related), meaning Lenalee is leaning around his figure in order to peer down.

It isn't subtle.]

Are those...?

[debtor]

[INTERNAL SHRIEKING

AND SHOVING CONDOMS IN HIS POCKET???]

What! [ voice cracking, falsetto ] L-lenalee, you should lie back down!

[GO TO BED LENALEE, YOU'RE DRUNK.]

[anklets]

[Contraceptives.


Those are contraceptives.

WITH EARS TURNING A DELIGHTFUL CRIMSON:] Throw those away!

[anklets]

[A



pause, then, for good measure:] Throw them away right now!

1/3

[soul_sister]

[It's right about then, without such customs as knocking, someone pushes open the door.]

Lenalee, did I drop my key... in...

[soul_sister]

... here...?

[soul_sister]

[While Rosette hadn't seen the condoms, or very frankly, would even know what they were if she had. Between the SCANDALOUS position, how furiously blushing both of them were, and Allen's hands in his pockets......]

SORRY! I'LL JUST!! SORRY!