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exsiliumlogs2013-11-20 05:47 pm
maddeninghatter) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-20 05:47 pm
Entry tags:
- alice (pandora hearts),
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- chrono (chrono crusade),
- chrysos kineas (original),
- elliot nightray (pandora hearts),
- gilbert nightray (pandora hearts),
- kevin cecil (makai ouji),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- rosette christopher (chrono crusade),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts)
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)
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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Stuck like this, Break knows that it's only a matter of seconds before the guards start firing up into the vent. But all he can think of right now, this close, is how Kevin feels, how he smells......
Right, he smells like a fruity distillery. Good god Kevin, how much did you drink? ]
Ugh, this is what we get for drunk flying.
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It was not my intention to damage this nice establishment, but someone in my position should prioritize human life…mhmmm, your life, I think. Wouldn’t you agree?
[That, incidentally, is all warning Break gets before Kevin wraps them inside a crystal cocoon and explodes the ventilation system with a divine blast of scorching light.]
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Break is, to put it mildly, startled at the explosion. His body twitches as he grabs involuntarily for Kevin. In all the commotion, however, the first thing at hand is Kevin's angelic posterior. ]
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[It is a fact that nobody has grabbed Kevin's angelic posterior before. He lets out a surprised gasp that may or may not be carnal in nature.
It is hard to tell though, since he is now taking advantage of the commotion to gently pry Break from the ventilation system and attempt a more conventional escape through the front door.]
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He is going to say something about drunk smiting, but thinks better of it, at least until they've been swept along some way away from the casino. ]
Aha, Mister Cecil. If you don't mind my asking, how much have you had to drink?
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Only a few. [he replies merrily, and - to illustrates his point - drops dozens of little paper umbrellas on Break’s hand.
Naturally, this is no place to bother Break with paper umbrellas. That is why most of them are still safely inside his pocket. ]
Oh! It seems Sister Rosette found herself one of those ghostly horse carriages. I wonder if she won it at the roulette?
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Ah.
[ Probably the less said about his experience with Rosette at the wheel, the better. He turns the paper umbrellas over between his fingers; it takes a moment before he realizes what they are. Oh, Kevin. ]
Goodness, Mister Cecil, look at the time. I think it's high time everybody went to bed, don't you agree?
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[Kevin happily steps closer and leads the blind man out of this mess.
He is drunk, he has gambled for hours, and Mister Break is by his side. Life is good. ]
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With Kevin at his side, what an odd thing to be thinking. But here he is, holding onto Kevin's arm as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He feels a sensation of warmth wash over him — but this time, it has nothing to do with Kevin's divine aura.
And so he follows along, until they're at their casino-hotel (at which Break has been actually careful about not causing mayhem). They'll go in, and go to bed, and — ]
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Er, Mister Cecil, will you be all right going up on your own? I — I just thought of something.
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[He was about to say that yes, of course he would be all right. And then proceed to get lost in the huge hotel for hours until he found another card game with equally affable playmates.
However, Break has made him intrigued.]
Yes?
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[ He hesitates, conscious of the fact that this needs more explanation. ]
I want to go out to the desert again tomorrow morning. With Oz, this time. And you. And Gilbert. Alice, too, I think. What we accomplished today was only... only part of the reason I wanted to come here.
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...Are we going to assassinate rocks again?
[He squeezes Break's hand, very happy for his sake. Surely, assassinating rocks with friends is the perfect way to spend the day after a night of drinking and gambling.]
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[ Determining what the United Earth's experiments did to Oz's world destroying power, and what effect invoking it might have upon his body. ]
Your, ah. Your services might be required.
[ For Oz; perhaps Break too, if Gilbert is unable to seal Oz's power again on his own. ]
I'll explain tomorrow, cos I very much doubt you'll remember too much of this evening, haha!
[ Kevin is holding his hand, and just for this moment he focuses on that and also the memory of angel feathers brushing against his cheek. ]
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In this case, I have an idea. When young master was a small child, he would ask me to sleep with him whenever he felt troubled. He was always much happier in the morning.
[He gives Break's shoulders an encouraging squeeze.]
We could check on Oz together and then go to bed.
[It is true, he will not remember much.]
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...also w o w propositioning him, you are one drunk angel. ]
You're a bit the worse, or perhaps the better, haha, for alcohol, so —
[ He gently disengages himself from Kevin's fond embrace. ]
So I think I'd better say good night here. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
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You are a foolish young man, but you will learn.
[He nods wisely, and then gives Break's cheek a chaste kiss.]
See you tomorrow, then.
[Now excuse him while he is going to find another card game and get manhandled by Chrys]
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As Break melts away, back into the bright lights of the Vegas Strip, he wonders if leaving the bag of poker chips with Kevin would prove to be too much temptation to him, to go back and gamble.
Surely not, after all that. Kevin couldn't be quite that reckless, right.
Right? ]
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Kevin waves cheerfully at Break and takes the closest elevator. Surely it is going to be a short and responsible trip back to his room.]
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He bends down and bumps his forehead against Kevin's. Lady Shelly's "special magic" might work for hangovers, and you're gonna have a doozy, Kevin. ]
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Kevin stirs and blinks drowsily.]
Ah...You are back.
[He was about to tell Break how a strange man tried to deflower his pure body, and how Rosette and Oz bravely rescued him. But...He frowns a little at this point....he cannot remember much about what happened in the first place. Did he go back to gamble again?]
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[ Kevin still smells like a distillery; his breath is probably flammable. He probably won't remember any of this evening. Break hesitates for a moment, considering that he could take this opportunity to press his lips against Kevin's and steal a kiss.... ]
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Yes, I'm going to bed. Pleasant dreams.
[ He vanishes again, softly as if he'd been a dream all along. ]