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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[anklets]

[She casts it a doleful look, as though this second glass were an utter impingement. The reluctant inertia she had earlier succumbed to has drawn back some, leaving her irritated by all but the tiny child doing his best to mother her.

She'd never really had the chance to experience it, before.]

They'd better hurry up...

[overclocking]

I'm sure they're fine.

[ His eyes drift from his impromptu charge to the sliver of Vegas skyline visible through the gap in the drapes. It's true that he's worried, but for all of his fretting, he believes his own words. He certainly wouldn't be sitting here, otherwise. ]

They'll just owe an apology or two for making us stay up late worrying.

[anklets]

[Lenalee continues to stare down the water. Very soon, it shall become the one path left open to her; she hopes to hurry it along.]

Mm. They'll feel it in the morning.

[overclocking]

[ Airily, ] And then we can ask them to recount all the fun they've had.

[ Chrono leaves her to her staring match as he crosses the room and claims a perch a respectable distance away, on one of the antique upholstered chairs. Cross-legged, chin in palm, and his eyes flicker between the window and the door as often as they do his rumpled companion. He can only hope Lenalee will shoo him away when he's overstayed his welcome.

He just doesn't do so well with quiet, empty rooms, of late. ]

Or find out how much trouble they're in, depending.

[ Because Rosette Christopher can't bluff her way out of a poker game. He knows this. ]

[anklets]

They shan't know trouble until they bring it home with them.

[Then she'll show them trouble. Honestly! They're on a mission, not... not holidays! She longs for another chocolate, and reaches for the water instead.]

D-D'you have a place to stay the night?

[overclocking]

Rosette and I have a room. [ He points to one of the far walls, perhaps meaning to indicate 'somewhere vaguely down the hall' ] A few doors down.

[ He might have left it there any other day (or perhaps taken that as his cue to retreat), for fear of giving too much away. But he can only assume that the very inebriated won't go looking for shadows in people's smalltalk expressions. ]

I thought I'd stay until they get back, but I can leave, if you'd rather rest.

[anklets]

Huh?

[Ah, right, right... shakes her head some, licks a droplet of water from her mouth, and sets the glass back down. Precariously.]

No, I just... wondered.