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]

[ This is a game of maturity that no one is winning, because as she shoves his head back (necks are sensitive things!), he retaliates by



biting her fingers.

His hands are busy continuing to smother her, you see. Problem solving. ]

[soul_sister]

MRRRPHLE!!!!

[She rolls them, now very, very wide awake and HER FINGERS HURT. The pillow goes flying somewhere and the sheets between them are now a ridiculous knot. PULLING ON HIS FACE FOR GREAT JUSTICE.]

[overclocking]

[ He flails as he's upended and rolled, one arm pinned by the tangle of sheets and the other snaking its way around her rude assault on his face in order to yank on her hair.

Hard. ]

Le- [ ow ow ow OW his mouth does not stretch that way ] Le' go!

[soul_sister]

WARG! [Was her extremely coherent comment as she's pulled off by her hair. He is, for a brief, shining moment, free.]

[overclocking]

[ That only makes him more concerned, really. It's not entirely accurate to say that he tucks and rolls, given that she's still looming between him and freedom, and he's irreversibly tangled in the bed sheet.

But he certainly tries. ]

[soul_sister]

[With speed that belays her JUST HAVING WOKEN UP, Rosette grabs the ends of Chrono's hair while he struggles with the CRUEL BLANKET BONDS. And loops it around his neck and PULLS.]

i knew i'd need this icon eventually

[overclocking]

[ Chrono prepares himself for many things when attempting to wake Rosette up, but this level of treachery is staggering. Unprecedented, maybe. Enough so that all he does is flail ineffectually, hoist by his own hair-petard. ]

[soul_sister]

What was that all about!?

[overclocking]

[ He attempts to answer, but all that comes out is a very pitiful choking sound. ]

[soul_sister]

[... Yes she should probably let him breathe. She lets up a few inches of hair.]

[overclocking]

[ He sucks in glorious, life-giving oxygen as she lets up slightly, and it's a few long moment of panting before he responds. He's at least not struggling anymore, lest she decide to tighten the hair-noose again. ]

It's nearly noon.

[soul_sister]

Eh? Really? That's half the day.

[But the bed had been so SO comfortable compared to the cots on the moon, and the shower actually had real temperatures and and and...]

[overclocking]

Exactly. So get off me and get out of bed! You're lucky I even bothered to wake you!

[soul_sister]

Ah! We should see a show!

And get a HUGE dinner!

What do you want to eat? Wait... we'll need money.





... well. We can win that.

[For all of her excitement, she still hasn't moved.]