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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[soul_sister]

[That. That last bump hurt. BUT SHE IS NOT DEFEATED! A LITTLE HEADACHE WILL NOT STOP HER!! She swerves only slightly to avoid a tall cactus, though a few moments later, a barrel cactus explodes wetly under the passenger side wheel.]

If police barriers and rail road crossings don't hold, I didn't think it had much of a chance.

[senseandcecilbility]

[For the very first time, Kevin is glad that during the apocalypse they will be riding real horses. Or so he hopes. If anyone in heaven gets too creative, he will make sure to smite them personally.]

...Police barriers?

[His head is still on Break's lap. There is no point in looking outside, or so he thinks. He firmly believes that, in this case, too much knowledge will only cause him pain.]

[soul_sister]

There was spirit possessed bear eating people in Times Square... we really didn't have TIME for the checkpoint procedure...

[velveteened]

Is New York one of the states you're banned from?

( JUST OUT OF CURIOSITY )

[soul_sister]

No! That's where the monastery is! [The Church has a really REALLY good hold of the press there.]

[velveteened]

Monastery?

( what is christianity we just don't know )

[soul_sister]

Eh... it's a secluded place where people in the Church live.

[velveteened]

( including or limited to people of her profession? is what he wonders, but doesn't ask in front of everyone )

So in short, more things happen there because it's your home.

[soul_sister]

[She nods.]

It's a really huge city, so a lot of attention seems to be drawn there in general. Though... USUALLY the monastery's really quiet.

[soul_sister]

Wait! How did you find out about the whole state thing?

[velveteened]

Oh, about that. Chrono told me.

[soul_sister]

... that traitor....

[retraced]

[He's kept his mouth shut for the entire duration of this trip, wanting to stay as quiet as possible lest Break and his raging headache end up waging war on him later when he'd recovered, but he can't keep his complaints in after the cactus explodes.]

Drive around it next time! Around it!

[And this is why you never let Gilbert ride shotgun.]

[soul_sister]

IT WAS IN THE WAY! IN THE WAY! [Yelling back probably wasn't the wisest choice, but that was an affront to her ... well pride AND head.]

[retraced]

Then slow down! And isn't that what the - [vaguely gestures at the steering wheel] that thing is for? Moving around things that are in the way?!

[soul_sister]

I want to get this ride over with! The pedal isn't coming up from the floor!

[At that, though, she looks a little sheepish.] Actually, if I had turned at this speed, we would have rolled.

[maddeninghatter]

[ A high, querulous voice from the back: ]

I think that's —

[ Ow. Even his own voice is painful. ]

I think this is far enough!

[soul_sister]

[She takes her foot off the gas and lets the sand do its work on deceleration, before rolling them to a gentle stop.]

Where's the door button...

[velveteened]

Isn't it a handle...?

( not that he was quite paying enough attention to really tell )

[maddeninghatter]

[ With the car stopped, finally, he can start to feel like something resembling a human. Now for terra firma. He feels for the door handle.

Eh? ]

Why is it locked?

[ Some child Break-proof safety feature, perhaps? ]

[soul_sister]

Probably because it was in...

[Eject? Exit? Honestly they look so alike! She pushes ... what is absolutely the wrong button.]

AHH!

[senseandcecilbility]

[Glass is made of sand and minerals, and so right within Kevin's realm. However, the loud voices of Oz and Gilbert tells him this is a terrible moment to show off. Not to mention that his aim is still a little impaired by alcohol.

And yet, one look at Break's face and he can predict that doing nothing might have even worse consequences.]

I could...break a window.[He suggests from Break's lap. And then he feels the urgent need to explain himself further.] We do that all the time where I come from! To old windows, you see. We break them!

[retraced]

[......................Well then.]

You mean. The car would roll over?

[soul_sister]

Yes. It basically pitches to one side, flips in the air and then rolls a couple of times.

It's really amazing and kind of nauseating.

[Considering the lack of seat belts in her era, the comedic shielding is often all she has.]

[retraced]

[THAT SOUNDS REALLY DANGEROUS but he doesn't question it further. Time to get out of the car.

...If she can figure out how to unlock the doors. /squints upthread]