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

[velveteened]

Oh, that's good!

( cheeky, him? )

[anklets]

You're still in trouble, you realise.

[velveteened]

( his attention is already caught by something else, and now he waves her over to a pretty printed shawl. )

Look at this!

[anklets]

[Hang on just one second, bucko!]

O-Oz!

[velveteened]

( NOPE. he holds it up for her to get a good look! )

[anklets]

[A selfish stab: oh no, it's cute. She reaches with delicate hands to relieve him of it, though even she isn't sure if it's to put it back or hold onto with quiet desire.]

[velveteened]

( no need to choose, lenalee; he's already leaning over the counter where a shopkeep is, animatedly pointing to that and then some of the money he's won, handing some of it over. )

1/3

[anklets]

[And she, a solitary figure standing amidst the vibrant racks, and looking positively vibrant, herself, for how deeply she flushes, frozen in place with this scarf in her hands.]

[anklets]

[anklets]

[F

lurries into motion!]

No, no, it's fine-!

[velveteened]

( TOO LATE HE'S ALREADY PAID and neither he nor shopkeep are interested in seeing the money returned. oz pockets the money with a decidedly self-satisfied air as he turns back to her. )

I had to! It was definitely made for you.

1/2

[anklets]

["It's beautiful."]

[anklets]

[In reality:] That's sweet.

[velveteened]

Not at all!

( she doesn't like the sort of thing, so he doesn't say "because now i can see you wear it." )

[anklets]

[There is a flurry of emotion in her stomach, some of it a happy buzz but most of it an odd, vaguely unwelcome squirming. She is not at all in the swing of having things bought for her, and it shows for a moment in how aimlessly she stands there, still in the middle of this shop, still holding this scarf, still pink and touched.]

Save the rest for what's honestly needed, though.