<> (We need tequila. ;_;) ( I like important ;_; ) (We all like important.) <> <> ( What about Atom? ) (Atom's hanging from the ceiling. New decoration.) (........ South Park. o_o) (Quite.) <> * Vera is playing pool. "Okay, why am I here? <> * Ian is playing pool, too. Why not? He also has a good head start on getting drunk, though he's not there yet. * Katherine is sorta nearby, with a nice big drink. "Christ, I knew there was a reason I usually don't come here on Sundays. Who dances to Jazz?" She takes a drink. "Good to drink to, though." * Vera shoots the 9-ball into a pocket. "I like jazz," She says as she takes one of those chalk cube things on the pool cue. Jazz isn't bad, although, yeah - no dancing. <> * Katherine chuckles, and takes another drink. "Feel free to dance to it, though. It'd be worth watching." * Ian raises an eyebrow. "That's a challenge, isn't it...?" (*eyes the topic* I'm here!) <> I'm tempted, but.... Nah. (Todd: You want in, feel free.) (...ha, seriously?) (It'd certainly distract me from my more or less miserable day.) (Yup. I'll still run you seperately in other sessions, but feel free to get acquainted now. As Anders would say, it's Fate.) * Katherine smirks, and looks at Vera. "Hey, if it gets anyone as good looking as you to dance, I'll make it a challenge." She takes another drink. (Ha.) * Ian has some more of his Tequila Los Angeles Sunrise. (I do work under alias, after all.) * Vera smirks, but doesn't say anything. She hits another ball into the pocket. <> (You must be at Momo's.) * Vera eyes the case. "What's with all the bad art?" * Katherine sighs, and leans back. "Hey, Ian. Ever heard of a martian butterfly?" * Ian thinks for a moment. "Hmm, doesn't ring a bell." Yeah, me neither. Which makes the fact that we saw one out there damn weird. (...?) (Whatwhenwhere?) (Well, YOU didn't see one. We is a very bad word.) I don't remember that. <> ...we wha? * Katherine sips. "Well, not you we. Roch and Deme and I. Well, Deme saw it first, but that don't matter." (Sure it does. It'll get named after her.) * Ian raises an eyebrow. "Interesting..." * Vera takes a sip of her drink. Scotch on the rocks, of course. "So?" * Ouka pushes a pair of dark blue circular sunglasses up into his hair and scans the room for an empty table, holding the book (it's a fairly sizable leather-bound affair) in front of him with both hands. * Katherine is sitting alone, technically, but that ain't empty. "Just curious, you know? Maybe I'll see if anyone's heard of it before on the net." She glances at the book holder. Weird. * Vera shrugs. She pulls out a cigarette and lights up, then takes another shot. <> * Ian nods. (Do I need to describe myself or have you basically got it from logs?) ( Haven't read the logs ) (Did you ever describe yourself? ?_?) (Who reads logs? Desc it out.) So you saw a new kind of bug. * Ouka is fairly short, with pale skin and short auburn hair but slightly Oriental features. He has a very boyfish face, and is wearing a very long buttondown black shirt over jeans. The book, if you look closely, is "The Wind in the Willows". ... Basically. * Ouka also walks past your table looking for somewhere for himself to sit, and smiles pleasantly as he walks by. * Katherine takes a big drink, and mutters, "Christ, why did you have to say bug?" * Ian nods politely to Ouka as he lines up a shot. Well it is. Yeah, but... ah, nevermind. * Vera shrugs, and knocks some ash off her cigarette. "Don't like bugs?" * Ouka chooses a table somewhat proximal to wherever Kat is sitting and lays the book out on the table, flipping open the cover distractedly. * Katherine snickers. "If you mean am I afraid of spiders, it's no. Just... an annoying memory." Oh? Yeah. Like most of 'em. (*dies laughing at /msg*) * Katherine takes another drink. (Argh, now *I* have to read another log. I think Dorian told me something I need to know right now.) * Vera fires another shot. "Care to expand, or would you rather keep it to yourself?" * Katherine doesn't say anything for a bit. * Ian drinks! * Ouka blinks and looks over at the sound of pool being played, then turns a little more and eyes Kat briefly, before turning back to his book. <> <> (Haw.) ( Oriental jazz? ) (Oriental Retro Fusion Acne Eggplant Jazz.) (It's super Retro Fusion. It could be German TechnoJazz.) * Ouka giggles a little to himself, muttering, "Mother would be furious." * Ian drinks! * Katherine taps her clawed finger on the table. "So, Ian. Made a decision about tomorrow? Or aren't you drunk enough yet to say fuck it?" (Tomorrow? ^_^;) (Monday.) (What about Monday? @_@) (The day we were all going to meet and join up.) (Ah right.) (Wherin Mr. Bob displayed unwillingness to do so.) * Vera shrugs and shoots another one. Idly she finishes her cigarette and disposes of it. (>_> Why do I post the damn things if you don't read them?) (It's Calc. If some of us didn't call him James on occasion, he might forget that too.) * Ian hmms. "Well, I'm thinking I have to stick around long enough to find and beat the crap out of whoever leaked the information. I'm not walking into strange buildings with pizza again, though, that's for sure." (*snort*) * Katherine grins a little. "Well, there goes your backup plan for living if your writing ever craps out, eh?" * Ian snickers. * Ouka sits up at that, blinking again, then conspicuously shuts the cover of his book (ah, leather binding weight) and looks over at Ian, smiling innocently. "I'm sorry... might you be Ian Savolino?" Actually, I'd probably go into professional costu - ... * Ian raises an eyebrow. "Er...actually, yes." * Ouka keeps on smiling. "Ah, how interesting." He turns to Kat. "That must make you Kat... short for Katherine, maybe?" * Katherine smirks for a second, but on being IDed, frowns. "Nailed it in one, mister...?" She eyes Ouka, in a very 'size him up' manner. * Vera eyes this guy. She glances quickly from Ian to Kat and back. * Ouka goes from smiling to thoughtfully confused, at Vera. "Process of elimination places you as Vera." He turns back to Kat. "I suppose you can call me Ouka. A pleasure." He bows his head. * Vera stands to her full height. "What's it to ya?" Pleased to meet you, but...how do you know us, may I ask? * Ouka goes back to smiling. "A very arrogant man told me your names." * Katherine bows her head, but doesn't get up. She leans back in her chair, though. ...oh, no... * Ian [drinks.] <> (Probably BLEACH at this point.) (A Tequila Los Angeles Sunrise. It's like a tequila sunrise, only with smog.) (Ice. He's drinking ice. c.c;) That doesn't narrow it down very much. * Ouka goes back to thoughtfully confused. "It really doesn't, does it? His name was Dorian." <> Never heard of him. (Haw haw.) Yeah, me neither. Good to be popular, eh? Huh... * Ouka sighs a moment. "Not really." * Katherine gestures towards Ian with her glass, and takes a drink. And now it's near empty. She looks at it. "Damn." (This is after my last mini, yes? Not before.) (No, it's before.) (OH, good thing you said.) (Yeah, before. Sorry.) (>_<) (No, s'fine.) I'm not with the Concordat, if that's what you mean. (Woot for keeping secrets!) Yet you know about them, and evidently about us. * Ouka nods. "That's true. I do." So prove it. * Ian leans back, and sighs. "Just what we needed, additional layers of complication..." (And yes, Ian *is* quoting obscure fanfic. So there.) (COmplexity. It's complexity.) (Dammit!) (HA.) * Katherine stands, and picks up her glass. "Hey, just makes it intersting, eh? Wouldn't be fun if it didn't give you a headache. And on that note." ( I bet Ian is the anonymous host of Red Improfanfic ) * Ouka blinks for a moment. "Actually, I can't. I suppose you'll just have to trust me." * Katherine wanders towards the bar, to get more alcohol. * Ian decides that's a good idea and goes to get alcohol as well. Hmmmm.... Nah. <> * Ouka sighs. "Well, decide for yourself. That's best. I'm not your enemy, though." * Vera goes back to her game of pool. "Maybe not. I suppose we'll see." * Ouka mms, tracing a finger along the cover of the book. "It seems silly to try and convince you. Any proof would just be seen through the lens of a mind already made up. So, it seems best to simply state the truth and let you see it for yourself." * Katherine once again has a full mug of what she referred to as a Lizard Light, and walks back over, dodging around any people in the way, and plunking down again. "Well, at least you're not shooting at us. Always a good first step in a relationship." * Ian returns with happy alcoholic goodness. "Anyway. I must admit I'm suspicious, but it really doesn't seem to be the Concordat's style to send people after us unless they have pointy things and outgoing attitudes." (Stupid Momo's Place Theme.) * Vera shrugs. "I'm just careful." To be honest, I haven't met any of them. I only have Dorian's word to go on that they're "the enemy". * Ouka looks down, a little irritated. "To be honest, I was hoping to meet one of you before anything really happened. I don't like any of this." * Ian nods, and smiles slightly. "You certainly sound like one of us. I, for one, was about to get out of this, but - well." (You can tell the good guys because they hate it!) (*snerk*) * Katherine smirks. "Yeah, well. Just hope it's over with soon, Ian." She looks at Ouka with the same smirk. "Ya gonna sit there forever?" * Ian nods, and drinks. * Ouka blinks. "Ah? If that's an invitation, allow me to accept." * Ouka stands up and walks over, sitting opposite Kat. * Katherine shrugs. "Sure. Although on jazz night, we could yell out 'Concordat' and nobody'd give a damn." <> (As opposed to a normal night, where nobody could HEAR you if you yelled Concordat.) * Ouka chuckles. "The Oriental set amused me. My mother would have hated it." * Ian grins. "Ah, music." Oh? * Vera shrugs. "Jazz and Blues. It's all about Jazz and Blues." * Ouka gets a sheepish look. "As you can tell, I'm of Asian descent, and from Earth..." He's right there, if you notice; the accent to his Marsal is noticable. "My mother still lives there, and... is a bit of a traditionalist." * Ian nods. "Ah...yes." * Ouka frowns a little. "It suddenly feels like I haven't seen her in a long time. I haven't... it's been almost three years." * Vera shrugs. "Not that long." * Ian nods... * Katherine frowns, rubs one of her temples with the non-claw part of her fingers and decides to take yet another drink. * Ouka mms distractedly. "Maybe not. But... it will be many, many years before I see her again." His brow furrows a bit. "I hope she's alright." * Ian nods sympathetically. "How did you end up her? If you don't mind my asking." (Er, here.) (Well, it involved a cursed chinese spring... oh, wait, typo.) * Ouka eyes Kat out of the corner of his eye, visibly concerned for a moment, but passes it off for the time being. "I'm on a training journey." Ah... * Ouka smiles. "I know it doesn't look it, but I'm a swordsman. If such a thing could be said to exist anymore." * Ian raises an eyebrow. a s-what? * Katherine chuckles faintly. "Swordsman. Guy who swings around swords and cuts people up." Saw a movie about a guy who did that with a chainsaw once. Weird. Swings around swords *with skill,* though. Yeah, well. * Katherine smirks faintly. "He didn't say he was good." She eyes him again. * Ouka ehes embarrasedly. "Well, I don't do much cutting people up. But... I study the art of the sword, as a combat art and a philosophy." Philosophy? * Ian nods. "That is rare, nowadays..." * Ouka nods. "On Earth, a long time ago, martial arts were as much about mental discipline as martial. I study in a school that's existed for... centuries. I feel very lucky." * Vera shrugs. * Ouka smiles sheepishly. "I know it sounds like so much prattling. Sorry." * Katherine mms. "Well, it's a club. Prattle's as good as anything else, eh?" * Ian shrugs. "I don't mind." * Ouka mms faintly. "I admit I don't know much about you, other than what I was told to identify you with... I know you're a cyberware designer, yes?" He directs this last at Kat. "I've never been to this area until recently, yet you somehow look familiar. I wish I could place it." He giggles. "THe ears are really unique." * Katherine blinks, then chuckles faintly. "Yeah, I am, and they try." She grins, showing off the fangs. "It's good to be at least a little unique." She takes a small sip. * Ian drinks! * Ouka mmms a little. "I wonder sometimes, if that's true. But... I suppose that's a personal thing." * Katherine frowns. "Trust me. Unique's a hell of a lot better than a nano-copy." * Ouka brrs a little. "Nanotechnology... somehow, I've never been able to trust it. Maybe it's because I was raised on Earth." * Vera shrugs. "It all adds up to the same thing." I don't really mind it, but...well, I'm not Fitzroy. Fitzroy... the name doesn't sound familiar. Does he work with you? * Katherine snickers. "I doubt Fitz is into nanotech. Now, cyber, maybe." * Ian nods. "He's the geek." (...) (Kat is drunk and has forgotten.) Oh. How odd... Dorian didn't say anything about a 'geek'. Although I have the strangest images come to mind from that word. * Ian laughs. "Not the old meaning, no." * Ouka hmms faintly, then glances at Ian. "Can I ask for a strange favor?" Hmm? You can ask, sure. * Ouka smiles. "Or Kat, or Vera, if you wish." Weren't the geeks the people who bite the heads off of live chickens? Just... try, for a moment, to bring a clear image of him -- Fitzroy, I mean -- to mind. If you don't mind. * Ian nods. "That's what I meant by the old meaning. The slightly newer meaning is people who are extremely single-minded, usually when it comes to technology." Or the others too, if you wish. Uh, I ain't bringing anything to mind unless it's more of this crap. I wonder how much brain I have left. * Katherine takes a sip. * Ian blinks, and tries to bring Roy to mind. "Okay..." * Ouka closes his eyes a moment. (We need some sort of telepathy policy, Mr. GM.) (Uhm.... it happens?) (Awesome! I think.) Uh... He's Roy? (Define what you mean by "policy".) * Ouka opens his eyes again. "Ah, I see... thank you, Mr. Savolino. At least if I meet him, I'll know him." (Well, do I have to do a big convulted /msg with Calc about what I actually SEE, or can I just say "Scanning, please wait..."?) * Ian blinks. "How did...eep. You can do that?" * Katherine suddenly narrows her eyes. Briefly. Then she shrugs and drinks. (Aha. Well, we can take a cue from MC and go with you msg him, but you don't have to stay IC in the msg.) * Ian sighs, and drinks. "I'm not drunk enough yet." * Ouka actually blushes a little. "Yes. I'm sorry, I usually ask permission, but this seemed harmless and extenuating circumstances." * Ian nods. "Not a problem. Just...a little surprised." * Vera lights up a cigarette. "Mmm..." Dorian, the man I met... also a telepath, if you meet him. And he's... a little less moral than I am. * Ian raises an eyebrow. * Ouka frowns a little, more in consternation than being upset. "His... attitude was a little cavalier, especially towards people who aren't 24s." * Ian nods. I'll have to send him a thankyou-bomb. For the record, I think it was a little shameful. A special power doesn't make someone better than anyone else. "Candygram for Mungo!" Damn straight. * Ian is perhaps drunk enough now. * Ian nods. < The truth is, sometimes I wish I wasn't a 24. * Ouka looks especially bitter, saying that. (Two Sunrises and this is something strange. I already had a head start at session start.) Eh, no big deal. Damn near everyone we meet these days is one. <> Well, the numbers are in the 24's favors, you know? (And the GM has pasta. Mmmm. Pasta.) * Ouka looks between Kat and Vera. "I don't suppose you could help me with the others? Leopoldo and Demetria, I think their names were..." He pauses. "I'll understand if you're uncomfortable." (There's Something About Deme) (It's called psychosis.) Mmm... Well, my memory's not that great, and besides, Kat hangs out with Dem more than I do. (I am struggling to avoid having to tell Ian "You're way too drunk to be of use in this now, thank you".) (Hey, go for it! He won't mind.) ( DUDE I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY HEAD! (Mmmm. Brain!Slash.) * Katherine frowns, and says forcefully, "No." She sits there for a sec, and then adds, "I'll describe 'em, and that's it. They both stand out anyway." (*chokes on his rotini*) * Ian laughs. "That they do." * Ouka winces a little. "Er, sorry." (It's so weird. What IS Ian like in his head? Would make for an interesting fic.) (The Yellow Submarine of slash.) (It would. @_@) (Ian is very stable and sensible in the way only truly, truly disturbed people can be.) * Katherine snorts. "Well, now you've got the groundrules." She sips. "Anyway. Leo's a big guy, and he looks like a lizard. With a tail. And Deme is a 13 year old looking girl who put together her clothes from random stuff from a scrapyard." (Like me!) 'Sides, Leo's proabably not coming back anyhow <> (Mine feels like a cobwebby book room filled with mouldy tomes and HUGE SPIDERS!) He might, if he's as pissed off as I am about someone leaking our names to ATC. * Ouka tilts his head. "ATC is involved?" He blinks, then chuckles. "How could they not be? They're involved in everything." Well, only a little. They've been told by a "reliable source" that we're art thieves and are busy cheerfully tearing our ships apart, the morons. Well, of course you're art thieves. You stole the damn thing from the operahouse. And last time I checked, Leo stands the fuck out. * Ouka gives Ian a look that clearly says 'stealing is WRONG!'. "You *stole* something?" (Right out of an after-school special, this boy.) You might have mentioned this before, Ian. * Katherine snorts. "We were all there, Vera." * Ian ughs. "I'm not happy about it either. Right now the idea is that we get all of these things before the Concordat collects all 151 Artifactmon and destroys the universe or whatever it was." * Vera looks at Kat for a sec, then shrugs. "Like I said, bad memory." <> <> Ow. * Ian looks up. "That was odd." * Vera looks up too. "Better tell the owner her place is starting to fall apart." (Hey, I'm drunk. I can make all the Pokemon references I want, in the name of late 20th century culture.) * Katherine grins sorta goofily. "I'll try to remember that." * Ouka eyes Ian like he'd grown a third eye. Then he looks at KAT like she'd done the same. Then he rubs his temples. "I'm... a little overwhelmed." Can't blame you. I don't like the whole thing either, and after we got shot at I decided it was time to leave. That's the point when ATC decided they were mad at us. Yeah, well. You've got a gun, don't you? Shoot back, or something. At a freakin' machine gun turrent? (turret.) * Ouka winces. "I hope things don't become too violent. I don't really have the stomach for it." * Vera lights up another cigarette. "Damn." The Concordat does not LIKE us. ("We really don't like violence...;_;") Damn, damn, damn. * Ouka tilts his head at Vera. "Something wrong?" * Katherine snorts, and mutters, "Well, of course they don't. What, did Anders pick us up because he just didn't have enough people to stroll around and pick things up?" Not much more than usual. Probably. * Ouka blinks a few times. "Ah. Alright." That's what I'm thinkin'. * Ouka traces a finger across the cover of his book again. "Machine gun turrets... art theft. I guess I was right. We really do live in a storybook world." * Ian nods. "My specialty." (Is there a goddamn Orin on that thing, or is it just nicely textured?) (*snerk* He's just doing something with his hands. He actually drew the kanji for 'fire' on it with his finger, if it matters.) (It's hard to doodle in calligraphy.) <> (Waaaai! Koku kobun desu!) * Ouka pauses, then glances around. "I've been told... we'll be working separately for a while, for your safety. If I'm asked after, it's better to say we haven't met." * Ian raises an eyebrow. * Vera shrugs * Ouka smiles, a little wearily; with his kid-like appearance it's a bit strange. "It's best if I don't say too much. But... I attract trouble, sometimes. Violent trouble." * Ian winces. "I'm sorry." * Ouka shakes his head. "Don't be. Everyone has their own albatross." (A knife flies by, Carmen Sandiego style!) Join the club, kid. (Mine just has a well-funded crime syndicate and lots of free time.) * Katherine smirks. "Yeah, I'm with Vera on that one." She thumbs towards Ian and Vera. "Or are turrets not violent enough for ya?" Worst I get is arguments over merchandising. * Vera frowns. "Don't like it when it's not something I can shoot back at. * Ouka winces. "I try to avoid fighting altogether, but when I have to I try to make it be over quickly." I do what I have to. * Ian waves his arms. "We really want to make your novel into a movie!" "Well, thanks!" "Only, the characters will need changing, and we'll need to remove the half of the plot that makes sense. How does 1% of the profits that won't exist sound?" "Go jump in a vacuum." 2d6 * Atom rolls for Chamelaeon (2d6) and gets 6. (Good.) <> * Vera goes back to playing her pool, which she'd nearly forgotten about. 2d6-2 * Atom rolls for Vera (2d6-2) and gets 2. (Spot?) 2d6-2 * Atom rolls for Ouka (2d6-2) and gets 8. (Visual check. <_<) 2d6-4 * Atom rolls for Ian (2d6-4) and gets 3. (...what the hell. Every damn roll I've made in this game has been mind and I've failed all of them.) ( Ian checks for spots ) 2d6 * Atom rolls for Katherine (2d6) and gets 5. (Hooray. c.c;) (I made it.) <> Damn Sleythin. They've been everywhere recently. * Ouka hmmms. "Speaking of Sleythin, I am a bit thirsty. I wonder if..." He giggles a little. "Nah. A place like this wouldn't have that." Hmm? Hey, don't knock Momo. She's got all sorts of stuff. * Vera shrugs. "Soft drink would be fine with me. * Ouka smiles distractedly at Kat, and ahems. "Well, I'm specifically looking for--" which is then followed by a word in Sleythin. ... I'm way to drunk to repeat that. Er, it's a Sleythin drink. The closest analog might be, uh... 'tea'. Almost, but not quite, entirely like tea? * Katherine suddenly looks angry. Again. And rubs her temples. "Tea? Maybe. I've never asked for Sleythin Tea." Tea? That's that flavored water made from leaves, isn't it? The one you drink with a bag in the mug, or something. * Ouka nods. "The Sleythin make something that tastes an awful lot like it. It's actually quite good. They say the Europa Team were fond of it." He smiles distractedly. "Well, the shopkeeper in Sleythin Town who charged me a very large sum for a small amount of it said that. I doubt it's true." (Big poster of Tim on his shop wall. "IT'S SLEYTHINTASTIC.") (*dies laughing*) (YES.) (...) Huh. * Vera shrugs. "Wouldn't know. I got my soda, I got my scotch, and I got my coffee. I'm a-ok." * Ouka hmms distractedly. "I... come to think of it, besides a small saucer of sake once, I don't think I've had alcohol." And you came to a place like this? * Katherine is currently still rubbing her temples, then eyes Ouka in amazement. "... You've got to be kidding me." * Ian raises an eyebrow. "Well, it's good to start slowly. ...this is not necessarily a good place to start slowly." <> * Katherine suddenly gets a smirky grin. "Well, I don't know if she's got Sleythin Tea, but I know she's got Sleythin Alcohol. If ya like one, maybe you'll like the other?" * Ouka ehes sheepishly. "The porter at the hotel said this would be the best place to peoplewatch if I were into something 'esoteric', when I asked." He blinks. "I'm starting to think he misunderstood me." * Ian laughs. ... Uhh... Adult theatres are in a different part of town. (Wow. Vera seems more drunk than me. >.>) * Ouka eyes Vera and goes beet red. "...th-that's not what I meant!" Different word, Vera. * Katherine starts laughing loudly. * Vera blinks a few times, then finishes her cigarette and game all at once. <> * Ouka clears his throat. "Maybe I'd better go have a talk with him. But first..." He glances at Kat. "Can I speak with you a moment? Alone?" * Vera shrugs. "Fine. I finished my game anyhow." She heads downstairs. * Katherine stops laughing. "That's funny. Esoteric..." she trails off. (Well, I was going to walk her off somewhere, but I guess that works.) 2d6+1 * Atom rolls for Vera (2d6+1) and gets 8. * Ian shrugs, and heads downstairs. "See ya shortly." * Ouka looks back and bows his head a little. "My apologies. I look forward to our next meeting." Sure, yeah. Hit the dancefloor, Ian. * Ian punches the air. "Woooo!" He looks in a state to actually do it, too. <> * Ian dances! 2d6 * Atom rolls for Ian (2d6) and gets 9. (Dammit!) (Ian fails his Funk check.) (Miss by how much?_ (Uh, three.) (YEah, he'll hit the dancefloor, face first.) <> * Ian winces and hops over to a wall to lean against. "Dammit!" <> * Vera stops dancing and heads over to Ian. "Jeez, man." Eh, I'll be fine. Just too drunk. You can say that a gain. Although, is there such a thing as too drunk? ... Yes. Oh. <> (Born again. Beatniks.) (Awesome. Sign me up.) (I'm cheering for a Vera-Ian hookup in the background.) ( But everyone knows my heart belongs to Leo ;_; ) (Or, I would, if I were paying attention.) I can still sing, though! Except this isn't karaoke night. (...man, that's just the insane pairing from beyond space and time.) (If I were less open-minded, it'd be sort of squicky.) (Innit great?) ... Yeah. Maybe you should take it easy. Ehh. * Ian finds a table and gets some water to avoid the Hangover of Destruction. (Sad thing is, they sell buzz-b-gone NOW. Today. For real. THe antihangove medicine must be perfected by 2080.) <> (It's probably a pre-bar applique, like, uh... dramamine.) * Vera walks over to the table with Ian. (I heard about that. "Eliminates the toxins that cause hangovers!" Except aren't hangovers like 80% dehydration? c_c;;) * Ian pulls a chair out for Vera and slumps down into the other one. "Well, this has been an interesting week." <> (*snickers* Clears up 99% of all body moisture!) * Vera nods. "It sure has." She heads over to the dispenser and buys one, and puts it down in front of Ian. "Here. You're gonna need this." * Ian smiles. "Thanks. This and the water should help." <> (Haha.) * Ian eyes it carefully. <> Ah, good old ATC. <> * Ian carefully swallows the pill, with the assistance of quite a bit of water. Ah, DJ must have regained consciousness. Pity. <> Yeah. I was just getting into the... whatever it was. * Ian nods. (Lalala, I can spit out technologies like nobody's business, I am the Make Shit Up GM....) * Ian blinks, and straightens up. "Wow, that was fast." (I am envisioning little nanoIans drinking up cellular mugs of beer.) ("We get drunk so you don't have to.") ( Hey! I make things up too ;_; ) (Awesome!) <> (...Macarena.) (SPACE Macarena.) * Ian hums. o/~ Let's do the Time Warp again! o/~ Not my kind of tune. * Ian grins. "Well, music's always experimental. ...some times, more than others." (Ugh. UGH. The ATC Horror Picture Show is in my brain! I'll fucking kill you!) I guess (Wheeeeeeee!) (Bah. Pocky Horror Picture Show) (ARGH! ARGH!) (And now I accept the embrace of sweet, sweet death.) <> (...best bartender ever. She is the Kali of cocktails. The Shiva of shotglasses. The Agni of amaretto.) (I love Momo.) <> * Vera leans back. She sighs. "I don't know what to make of this anymore. (Vera shows her softer side! It's made of velvet!) ( I got a hat! ) * Ian nods. "Given how things are going, I'd...rather not be involved. But it seems to be too late." (Is it a velvet hat?) ( Nope ) I'd probably be involved either way, but this deffinately is taking a turn for the worse. * Ian nods. And it just looks to be getting even more complicated. I don't like the sound of this guy Ouka met. <> If he's real. (*eyes UOSS* Are you telling me Momo is Sailor Chibi Spiral?) (Not quite!) * Ian nods. "Point..." (Pink Sugar brain melting.) * Vera looks at the servbot. "Bring me a Coke (or whatever the future equivalent is)." Strawberry soda, please. <> (ATCoke, New ATCoke, ATCoke II...) (You guys can end when you like. The other two won't be done for a bit, I think. ( This is why I put a drink guide in MC2 ^^ ) (Probably not. It seems to have gone deeper than I expected. @_@ SOrry, Calc/Brett.) (No problem.) ("Kirby wants to sex you up, yes he does." ) (...) ( In your dreams ) (Ew ew EW! Die die DIE!) ( Leo is WAY cuter than you. ) (Maybe my nightmares.) <> (It's Mac Hall's fault! Mostly) Yay! * Ian puts the umbrella in his hair. * Vera eyes Ian. * Ian smiles cheerfully, and sips his soda. "What?" Maybe that hangover medicine isn't very effective. Well, it may just cure the hangover and not the drunkenness. Or I may just be being silly. (ALIEN MIND CONTROL) * Vera nods "Can't tell with you." * Ian grins. ( I think we might be done ) (Yup.) <> (...is that canon?) <> <>