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]

[She blinks heavily a few times.] You're always running off on your own. All of you.

[debtor]

[Calming down, now.

He heads back towards where she is.]

A bit like herding cats, huh...?

I won't run off on you tomorrow. We can try to wrangle the others in.

[anklets]

[Eyes drift up as he approaches, and though it is slightly muddled by Las Vegas heat and drink, she affixes him with a look so intent that it's clear what she says next came straight from brain to mouth, utterly sans filter:] I'm glad you're here, Allen.

[debtor]

[He stops at the foot of her bed, and for a brief moment he appears almost taken aback, before he settles back into a smile.

Oh no she's

cute

but also drunk.]

Likewise.

You should get some rest, Lenalee.

[anklets]

[ doggedly: ] I mean it, Allen.

[debtor]

['Here' as in Las Vegas, right-] Well- I couldn't pass up a mission like this, could I?

[anklets]

[You have much to learn, young grasshopper.]

That isn't what I meant.

1/2

[debtor]

Oh.

[Ah.

After a pause,]

No - I'm glad you're here as well, I also meant it. I know it's not... our world, I know you must miss it and everybody there terribly.

[debtor]

But if we have to be here, I'm glad we're here together.

[anklets]

[He pulls a vague smile out of her with his sincerity.]

To bed with you.

[debtor]

I think that's my line. [ pats the footboard, before heading to the door. ] Sleep well, Lenalee.

[anklets]

You, too. [ a slight slur, there, but! ] And if you see Break, tell him he's in trouble.

NOT HERE

[maddeninghatter]

[ He was helping. He's a helper. ]