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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[senseandcecilbility]

[T-ten minutes.

Kevin is resting his head on Break's lap, enduring his punishment with incredible stoicism. Fortunately, his hangover is not as bad as the others', and would have been completely gone had he abandoned his human form.

Unfortunately, he has all last night's incongruous memories to deal with. Even breathing causes a brand new wave of nauseating mortification. Truthfully, he would much rather erase himself from existence, but for the time being, Break's lap will have to suffice.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ You'd think people would wonder about Kevin deciding to park his head in Break's lap. But the thing about wondering is that people tend to do it just up until something becomes obvious. Therefore the people who would wonder about Break and Kevin have stopped wondering by this time, and have moved on to more important matters like why are we in the middle of the desert and oh my head.

And then there are the people who aren't wondering, and wouldn't, even if provided with labeled diagrams and a flip chart.

Thus Break isn't wondering about anybody wondering, and is instead asking himself do angels puke? and realizing he doesn't want to know the answer. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Whether angels do or not puke shall remain a mystery for the time being, and so Break must be truly grateful for small blessings.

It comes to Kevin's notice that Break is paying attention to him, and since he is wallowing in shame, he feels compelled to come up with flimsy excuses.]

...It is darker here.

[He shifts a little to blindly reach for the ice box near the human's foot. It is time to offer Break the "I'm sorry I got drunk, gambled with the mob, and then woke up beside some random blond guy" glass of water. Hydration, he has read in the best Victorian magazines, can work miracles.]

[maddeninghatter]

What are you —

[ Kevin why are you moving?

The car rolls over a particularly vicious bump or perhaps an armadillo. Break has been fairly stoic the whole ride out, but this is reaching even his limit. ]

Urgh.

[ He can't die yet, and more's the pity. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Moaning at the sudden bump (or armadillo), he pats Break’s hand in a vain attempt to distract him from his woes.]

I could try to use the ring, but I fear it is only going to make you feel worse.

[ God knows he is still not sober enough to use his powers in a responsible manner. Besides, he has the feeling that hangovers and stabbings do not quite match.]

Meanwhile…please, try this.

[He turns around the hand he was patting and gently presses a glass of ice cold water to its palm.]

[maddeninghatter]

Er, that's ah... that's quite all right.

[ It's too early for stabbings, honestly. He takes the water gratefully, however, and moves to bring it to his lips.... ]

Ah, thanks.

[ ...and sloshes some of it on Kevin's face as they go over yet another unexpected armadillo (or bump). ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin did not expect to drown this early in the morning. He starts coughing and sneezing on Break’s lap. Apparently, water is still not his element of choice.]

…H-haven't we reached... a safe distance yet?

[He can tell what Break is trying to achieve, but wonders if leaving the road was not a little too extreme.]