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

[devotedtothecore]

[ What.

What. ]

Yes.

What of it?

[anklets]

They aren't the sort of people to stay where you place them, you realise.

[devotedtothecore]

[ Ah. Well.

Staying on one's feet is a rather exhausting proposition, it occurs to him, and so perhaps sliding gently down to a sitting position on the carpet would be more stable a situation. ]

One's not conscious 'nough to be going anywhere.

[ He's not still aggravated about it. Absolutely not. ]

[anklets]

[Watches him sink, deciding she quite dislikes this drunken business and how it infects from person to person better than any cold. She desires very much to just... sleep, even as her better instincts ply her to- pry.]

How did he come to be so?

[devotedtothecore]

[ There is a pause, a yellow tuft of hair swaying to one side as the head it belongs to tilts, deep in calculation. ]

Forty-two umbrellas.

[ Or was it fifty? Certainly it had been more than three dozen. But then again, it had been difficult to make an accurate count in such short time, certainly. ]

1/something

[anklets]

[Please hold.]

[anklets]

[anklets]

[ ... ]

[anklets]

[anklets]

[Oh. Oh.]

[anklets]

[Ohhhhhhhh.]

[anklets]

[Not for the first time, Lenalee Lee wonders what else the future has the potential to inflict upon her comrades.]

d....one...

[anklets]

Oh.

ur beautiful

[devotedtothecore]

Yes.


[ He needs coffee. This is a coffee-sipping moment. Where is a coffee when you need one. ]

ty ty

[anklets]

And... you?

Re: ty ty

[devotedtothecore]

I?


[ Please hold, processing the question. ]



I did not do umbrellas.

[anklets]

[She squints. Actually a tad difficult to focus right now.]

What did you do?

[devotedtothecore]

[ That head appears to be sinking lower and lower. Perhaps in hard contemplation. ]

...Scotch 'n Bourbon, they called it.

[ Or hard liquor. ]

[anklets]

[Scotch she thinks she recognizes. Bourbon she certainly recognises. What commences is one highly commiserating look, as though she deeply regrets this entire outing.

(Spoilers, she does.)]

Not forty two of them, I hope.

[devotedtothecore]

[ A snort, and a shuffling against the luxuriant carpeting, as he moves to better lean back against the wall.

Ahh, he'll regret this in the morning. (They all will.) ]

Seems like'd be a considerably fatal 'mount, that.

[anklets]

That's why I said.

[devotedtothecore]

...


[ Speaking of which. ...there was something about that, wasn't here....? ]

Hey.

[anklets]

[Hhhhhhhuff. Her head's gone back down onto the mound of blankets.]

What?...

[devotedtothecore]

[ ...this wouldn't be a bad place to fall asleep. Just. At a reasonable distance from the other present occupant. Lest further misunderstandings occur.

Hrm.

Ah. Yes. That's right. That's what it was. ]

Never thanked you yet. For back then.