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)

Comments

[retraced]

[Assuming the worst sounds like the best course of action, even if it means ignoring logic in order to do so. But hm, Oz, where would Oz be if given the chance to run free into the depths of Las Vegas...]

Let's see...

[He lets his eyes sweep back over the floor.]

Oz is a person who doesn't really understand the value of money...and he has no problem tricking people when it comes to proving a point. If someone [ie - Rosette] convinced him to try gambling, he'd probably do it.

[And then his expression drops into despair.]

Ah, but it's been so long since I've been able to make him proper sweets, he might be out searching for something to eat instead. If that's the case, then it's my fault that he's lost...

[overclocking]

It is not your fault!

[ Says it adamantly- for both of them. The Blame Game is far too easy to play. (They can play it later, once everyone is accounted for.) ]

—Wait. That first thing you said. [ "doesn't really understand the value of money" ] I knew it. That explains so much...

[retraced]

[While he's sure it's still his fault, he's a little confused about Chrono's sudden revelation.]

Hm? It explains what...?

[overclocking]

Everything.

[ Which, as far as explanations go, explains nothing. ]

Are your buttons made of gold, too?

[retraced]

My - huh?

[It's like they've restarted into the middle of some bizarre conversation that Gilbert hadn't been following at all to begin with.]

I don't follow...