exsiliumlogs | 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)

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( it's been a nicely productive day, if by 'productive' one means 'full of learning how to gamble and scamming people and also watching jousting — which he'll say it does — and so when oz walks towards their rooms with rosette, it's feeling fairly satisfied. he's stretching his arms out on a yawn, though truthfully he doesn't feel tired at all, perhaps simply too excited from all the lights and sounds.

it's a different sort of sound that makes him slow to a stop, arms still half-raised, right in front of the door chrysos foolishly left ajar. it's hard to say if it's more alarming that the voices are familiar or what they're saying — or what they're doing, as the fuss becomes visible after only a moment of looking — but

no, the whole thing is alarming.

(oz will mull to himself later that these two are not the ones he'd pegged as disorderly drunks, but one never does know about people.)

he looks through the doorway, then looks at rosette, and )

It seemed like a good idea at the time...

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