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)

Comments

[velveteened]

( oh yes, the upbeat electronic music is very sinister.

he stares intently through the glass to pick out a plushie with his eyes, and then with an air of intense concentration starts to manipulate the claw with a joystick... )

[retraced]

[Maybe not sinister, but still strange!

Oz don't you know that these machines are a scam....?!]

[velveteened]

( maneuvering the claw towards one of the plushies.... )

[retraced]

[HE'S ROOTING FOR YOUR SUCCESS YOUNG MASTER..........]

[velveteened]

( THE CLAW DESCENDS.... )

[retraced]

[There's no good scan of this to make an icon with, just imagine that I used this face here perfect tag.]

1/

[velveteened]

( AND THE CLAW ASCENDS WITH SOMETHING TRAPPED IN ITS SPINDLY GRASP )

[velveteened]

( STARTS TO MOVE TOWARDS THE RELEASE CHUTE THING )

[velveteened]

( THE TOY WOBBLES PERILOUSLY )

[velveteened]

( AND )

[velveteened]

( falls right out of the claw because the claw isn't strong enough to carry it ffs )

[velveteened]

( AND AS IT LANDS KNOCKS SOMETHING ELSE INTO THE CHUTE )

[velveteened]

( and the flashing lights and tinny music come to an end, with the toy waiting expectantly to be picked up.

so oz does just that. )

8/8

[velveteened]

( and brings it over to gil triumphantly A WIN'S A WIN!!! )

Look what I won!

( it's fucking kawaii. )

1/2

[retraced]

[He smiles like a proud papa, finally letting his shoulders slump after the stress of watching that whole thing go down. Yes it was stressful, everything is stressful.]

Good job, Oz. It's -

2/2

[retraced]

-- wait, what is it supposed to be...?

[velveteened]

Honestly, I'm not sure either.

[retraced]

It has a face...

[velveteened]

It looks kind of like a cat's.

( and for once in his life that honestly slipped out without any thought of gil's phobia, whoops. )

[retraced]

[OZ WHY. And suddenly it's all he can see. A tiny...bean-cat.

He chokes and freezes up.]

[velveteened]

With the mouth, don't you think...?

( he doesn't turn around just yet, still puzzling aloud. )

[retraced]

[There's nothing but a strained, stuttered little throaty noise that doesn't ever become a full word.]

[velveteened]

Gil?

( he looks towards his exceptionally useless servant, and — oh. oh right. )

Or maybe it's more like something else.

[retraced]

[Too late. Now it's all he can see.

He drops his face into one hand and trembles in his seat.]

S-something else - like what--?!

[velveteened]

( LONG



















PAUSE )

A rabbit?