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reverielogs2018-05-24 09:26 pm
wingstosee) wrote in reverielogs2018-05-24 09:26 pm
Entry tags:
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- angel sanctuary: sakuya kira,
- cinderella: cinderella,
- danganronpa: hajime hinata,
- digimon: erika mishima,
- final fantasy: rhea'li khbala,
- house in fata morgana: giselle,
- metroid: samus aran,
- nier automata: 9s,
- persona: goro akechi,
- persona: ryuji sakamoto,
- power rangers: zack taylor,
- shadowhunters: clary fray,
- steven universe: lapis lazuli,
- the magnus archives: jonathan sims,
- tinker tailor soldier spy: ricki tarr,
- windstorm comics: apollo,
- wktd: neptune,
- wktd: venus
open; THE GRAND PHANTOM HEIST
» WHO? Anyone and everyone!
» WHEN? 5/24, possibly going into the wee hours of the morning.
» WHERE? The bar, Deck 3.
» WHAT? Venus has a convoluted plot to get everyone into a room and drinking.
» WARNINGS? Hopefully, nothing past alcohol consumption and discussions/drinking games!
[ the announced day has come, and the hour draws ever closer. in mere hours, everyone on the station will come to know...
THE WRATH OF THE PHANTOM THIEF.
by which i mean, the station-wide drinking party venus has been wanting to throw since she got here. let's keep things friendly, everyone!
ooc: top-level prompts posted as headings below! feel free to post your own top-levels under the headings! ]
» WHEN? 5/24, possibly going into the wee hours of the morning.
» WHERE? The bar, Deck 3.
» WHAT? Venus has a convoluted plot to get everyone into a room and drinking.
» WARNINGS? Hopefully, nothing past alcohol consumption and discussions/drinking games!
[ the announced day has come, and the hour draws ever closer. in mere hours, everyone on the station will come to know...
by which i mean, the station-wide drinking party venus has been wanting to throw since she got here. let's keep things friendly, everyone!
ooc: top-level prompts posted as headings below! feel free to post your own top-levels under the headings! ]
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It's a lot like being sedated, actually. There was the loopy stage, and now there's the stage between that and wakefulness where she feels light and new and can't remember limits and thinks she's lucid and just wants to haul ass and fight the world. Except, this time, it's not a blink-or-you'll-miss-it thing. It's sticking.
The Other Ryuji is at the bar - the one who's friends with Hinata, and not with Akechi. Erika doesn't approach him. What she does is pass close enough to the bar on her intrepid way from Here to There that there's a jump of discomforted weirdness at not doing anything about him being there, and the thing in her gut that wants to throw the fuck down with fate refuses to let her block and ignore.
She waves at him. A twitchy little hello, and an owl-eyed stare that cares infinitely less about whatever he might say than about soaking up every bit of visual data on him and pressing it to get answers without questions. As you do.]
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Havin' fun?
[Oh, was he not supposed to break the ice on this one?]
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[Well over that burst of panic at being called out for emo. It might as well have not happened! Until tomorrow. But there's no time like the present. Memento mori and live in the now.
She's bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. Just a little. And fidgeting, one step forward, two steps back, trying to sit on the table behind her, missing, sitting on the ground instead, cross-legged. Hup! Okay, satisfactory.]
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He recalls their conversation before, and short of going over there to help her up or check out if she busted a tailbone, he hops down off the bar.]
Comin' in!
[He sits down, too, on the floor, and then remembers he forgot his own drink. Shit. He reaches an arm up towards the countertop to grope around for the cup. Knocks it over. This is going great. Screw it. It's been a rough fucking night and there's a perfect enough bottle right there that looks like it could use some company, despite everything.]
Can you feel your cheeks? [He pokes his own to check. Eh, there's still some registration of touch. Cool.]
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[Which sort of, obliquely, answers the question. And, hopefully, keeps her from having to do the test all obligingly. This is not the day for that! This is the day for blinking scrutinizingly at Ryuji, wondering faintly why he's sitting down here and whether he's about to ask her something else.
Wait what's he doing...oh.]
Are you drunk?
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On the highway to drunk.
[If that didn't make him think of an AC/DC song, he didn't know what did. He goes to raise his hands to jokingly air guitar at Erika, but then he realizes that the reference was probably not understood, and not nearly as cool as he'd want it to be. Which then turns into an awkward as hell play to scratch the back of his head.
Nailed it.
Okay, maybe he was more drunk than he thought he was.]
This is a really weird freakin' feeling.
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"It's not that different from other depressants, which makes it less intimidating than I first thought, and also, incidentally, puts into perspective how it was used as a sedative before modern anaesthetic."
What actually comes out of her mouth:]
They used to do surgeries like this. Big improvement.
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They used to do surgeries while drunk?
[That doesn't sound very safe at all, Erika.]
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[PATIENCE, RYUJI. Jesus.]
Oh! You mean... like. Ah, got it.
[Which makes him wonder how much alcohol it would take to actually make someone not feel anything as they're being sliced into. Probably a lot? He touches his own cheek, feeling the thin line of a healing scar there from when Ren plucked a wire out of it, just a few weeks ago. Some alcohol back then might've helped. When he thinks about that blade and how quickly it opened up his skin, it gives him the jeebies.]
You... you uh. Huh. What was I gonna say? [Something about the wire] Shit. Man, this has the worst affect on short term memory. It's like someone took a fork up my nose and poked all around up in there.
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That's not anything, that's not - what would happen at all, ugh. That's emotions and inhibitions, you'd feel vollal - get angry more, or less, or forget the right way to want things. [Speaking of volatility.] That was a bad - that was a really crappy joke.
[Why did she say that That sounds so much sillier than it did in the split second before she said it.]
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Sorry. [What else do you say to that?]
Head to mouth filter is... uh... that is to say, like. Non existent.
[He feels slightly embarrassed too, and takes a swig from the bottle he brought over. They're like two hedgehogs sitting next to each other like this.]
Mind if subject change our way outta this?
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[butterfly meme: "is this a conversational topic?"]
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[He says that in the most self loathing way possible, but he's still kind of proud of it? That's an awfully dumb aesthetic to have, for the most part. Ryuji sees the counter of the bar and something grabs his attention.]
You like makin' wagers?
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Wagers. Like. What, challenges?
Her expression becomes defiant.]
...I win things.
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I bet you...
[He doesn't even have anything useful to give her if he loses. What the hell are you supposed to even put up as collateral to an exchange like this on the station?]
I bet you I can fold a table napkin into a knot without taking my hands off of it even once.
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nah.]
Then I don't get to do anything. Boring, I want to... [something??] ...I should get to set the challenge.
[The question of what the reward and/or punishment is still stands...]
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Okay, fair. If it's a contest, then both people ought to be able to participate, right? Otherwise you're just betting against me.
[Puts a hand to his chin, wondering about that.]
And I don't competitions.
[Deviant smirks all around.]
Whatcha got.