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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[overclocking]

[ Turns on his heel to stomp back towards the bar

collides directly with a casino employee

topples like a newborn kitten who hasn't quite gotten the hang of walking yet. ]

1/2

[velveteened]

( youtried.jpg )

[velveteened]

Sorry —

( to the employee, please don't look too hard at them, and he leans over to scoop up our newborn kitten tinydemon )

[overclocking]

[ MUTTERING UNDER HIS BREATH but attempting to... help... with the standing and the moving it's not working very well. ]

[velveteened]

( /PULLS ON )

[overclocking]

[ He hisses something vaguely like I can walk just fine before planting a hand on Oz's chest, attempting to shove him off. HE'LL SHOW YOU.

... By stumbling when he attempts to overcompensate.

The problem being that, much like the foolish kitten mentioned earlier, he doesn't think to retract his fingers when this happens. ]

[velveteened]

( and not for the first time with the two of them, there's a riiiiiiiiip!

OZ FORGOT HIS OWN 10 METER RADIUS RULE AND NOW HE SUFFERS THE CONSEQUENCES

which include a ruined shirt he wasn't especially attached to, but — it was a shirt and it was his!!! and which also includes a very very newly visible GREAT BLACK MARK OVER HIS HEART

but hopefully chrono doesn't notice that )

[overclocking]

[ Ah.

He glances down at the ripped fabric (and gold buttons jfc Oz) in his hand, then back up at Oz, blinking a few times.

And. Squints at the incuse for a few seconds to long. ]

Oh... [ almost absently ] That's where your clock is.

1/2

[velveteened]

( well.

at least he's quite sure now that chrono's drunk, or he'd never be this calm about it. )

[velveteened]

( so he's just going to push chrono in front of him, thank you very much, steer him by the shoulders from behind PERHAPS TOWARDS THE DOOR )

[overclocking]

Isn't it a little extreme getting it tattooed on your—

[ Whup, being shoved effectively cuts off that thought. He's easy enough to push, now that he's staring at the fabric in his hand with morbid fascination. ]

These are gold. How many gold buttons do you have? Do you know what we could buy with this? Oz. I could replace my drink.

... These are gold.

[velveteened]

( SHOVESHOVESHOVE )

Are they? I hadn't noticed.

( WILL THEY GET OUT THE DOOR WITHOUT INCIDENT?? )

[overclocking]

[ If we don't count two more faceplanting near-misses, yes. Kinda.

He also pockets his gold prize, because manners don't matter anymore when you're smashed. ]

[velveteened]

( FINALLY THEY MAKE IT OUTSIDE where it's astoundingly hot even in the evening, and oz gives up on propelling once they've hit a bit of sidewalk a little away from that casino, where it's — not quiet, but at least where there isn't anyone else. )

[overclocking]

[ Chrono lags behind some when he isn't being propelled, not entirely steady, but he manages admirably regardless. ]

I-

Did I drink too much? Everything is... [ SPINNING ] Move-y. But I've had more than that before? Why...

[velveteened]

( oz is not self-conscious, and if his newly-freed hands are busy with the TATTERED REMAINS of his shirt, it's only because of chill. or decency. or maybe both!!!!! )

Maybe you should sit down.

( he feels sort of worn-out himself

is this how it feels to be chrono or gil all the time

it's horrible )

[overclocking]

[ YEAH OZ SEE. Think about this next time.

Even while very inebriated, Chrono reasons that plopping down in the middle of the sidewalk will get them trampled, so he hangs left and plops down at the mouth of a nearby alleyway instead. ]

I thought we were going to the hotel... [ He says AS HE SITS ]

[velveteened]

( he trails after chrono, just as pleased to minimize the possibility of someone else commenting on his "ink" FLATTERING AS COMPLIMENTS ARE see he totally is hardcore to pass off having a tattoo

anyway.

oz moves into the alleyway as well but remains standing, leaning against the wall. )

Soon, soon! How are you feeling?

[overclocking]

Everything's fuzzy.

[ Tilts his head to look up at Oz properly, and the motion makes the world swim. ]

... Come down here.

[velveteened]

( BUT WILL HE END UP GOING BACK TO THE HOTEL SHIRTLESS IF HE DOES, HE WONDERS.

oz does after only a brief hesitation crouch down though, sitting near but not too near chrono. )

You definitely had too much to drink.

[overclocking]

I'm fine... [ Firmly, which clearly brooks no argument whatsoever. ]

[ Once Oz is more-or-less level with him, he squints through the gloom at what he can see of the incuse—not that it's necessary. He remembers what he saw. ]

[velveteened]

( oz is still fussing at what remains of the front of his shirt, pulling it as close to closed as he can. there's a lot he can and will play off, from silly to morbid, but this is one of the harder things. )

You should sleep as soon as we get back.

[overclocking]

[ Not even a drunk person would take that bait, Oz Vessalius ]

It's halfway full.

[velveteened]

You're drunk.

( while we're stating the obvious here and all. )

[overclocking]

Don't get smart with me! This is- this is a serious conversation happening.

[ It takes a moment of fishing, but he manages to procure the gold button and throw it at Oz's head. His aim is bizarrely good all things considered. Must be the power of his spite. ]

You never actually told me what happens once it's full.