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]

[ His lip curls just slightly, almost imperceptibly. ]

A status symbol?

[ He feels ill just thinking about it, and it probably isn't the alcohol. ]

1/2

[velveteened]

No, no. ( sort of, he supposes, but the phrase evokes images of clothes and finery and the like, property, not — ) It's how the status quo of power is held in the kingdom.

[velveteened]

But isn't it after your bedtime?

( just wondering. )

[overclocking]

[ Expression is cloudy for a moment, trying to pull together a decent meal of understanding from the assortment of breadcrumbs he's been offered, but-

His thoughts derail spectacularly. It's almost audible. ]

Me?

You're the kid here. You go to bed.

[velveteened]

How insulting! I'm considered of age in society.

( HE'S TOTALLY AN ADULT )

[overclocking]

... But you're so short.

1/2

[velveteened]

( SERIOUSLY )

[velveteened]

I'm taller than you, and I'm an adult, so that gives me seniority! You wanted to sleep earlier!

[overclocking]

You're only taller than me sometimes! [ CLEARLY THIS SHOULD MAKE PERFECT SENSE ] And there's no way you have seniority! I'll go to bed whenever I feel like it!

[velveteened]

If you say so.

[overclocking]

I do say so.

What kind of world makes thirteen "of age", anyway?

[velveteened]

— fifteen, and I'm sixteen now!

( SO OUTRAGED )

[overclocking]

Oh.

[ ... That would make Rosette Christopher a legal adult in OzVessaliusLand. ]

That's terrible. It needs to be at least... five years more than that.

[ MAYBE TEN ]

[velveteened]

( he could point out the girls of similar rank he knows who are already married, but instead — )

We can talk about that tomorrow.

( AFTER THEY'VE BOTH SLEPT )

[overclocking]

Fine.

... I still can't get into my room.

[velveteened]

It's fine, you can sleep here tonight.

[overclocking]

[ He glances around the suite for a moment, then down at the absurd chaise lounge he's chosen to occupy. ]

... I guess it's still much nicer than what I normally sleep on.