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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[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.