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Entry tags:
- coco: héctor rivera,
- marble hornets: tim wright,
- mass effect: legion,
- mushi-shi: ginko,
- original: mira delacroix,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- voltron: takashi shirogane,
- ✖ dangan ronpa: hinata hajime,
- ✖ fragile dreams: crow,
- ✖ nge: kaworu nagisa,
- ✖ original: nari reno,
- ✖ rwby: pyrrha nikos,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lucas miller,
- ✖ undertale: muffet,
- ✖ voltron: lance
in the middle of summer [ OPEN MINGLE ]
Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the last week or so of July
When: Anytime between July 25th and July 31st
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up
[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? GO WILD.]
[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the last week or so of July
When: Anytime between July 25th and July 31st
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up
[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? GO WILD.]
[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]
no subject
You can't manage anything like that now, right? Looking at other planes of...universes, stuff like that?
[He's not optimistic enough to sound hopeful that there might be a way home. Places like these tend to nip that sort of thing in the bud on arrival. But there's no harm in asking, so he asks.]
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[ Lucas opens his mouth, hesitates... and then his face falls, and his shoulders slump in defeat, like a puppet whose strings have been cut. He leans forward, slumping against the bar with his arms folded in front of him, and rests his chin in his arms. ]
... Not unless you happen to have a perfectly circular emerald disc in your pocket. That's what we used for scrying crystals. Different gemstones for different planes of existence, but... yeah. No dice.
no subject
[He doesn't sound very hopeful as he says it; it's not liable to be a workable solution, he's willing to bet, but it's not as if it isn't possible to retrieve objects across space and time. Presumably.]
no subject
[ That gets him to sit up again, or at least prop himself up on his elbows to stare at Tim in disbelief. ]
That's a thing? The bunny takes requests? I mean, I don't know what I could necessarily do with it if I actually got my hands on a disc, but...
[ ... But it would be nice to have a piece of his home that wasn't his labcoat, or a giant rampaging vorelevator. ]
no subject
[He digs his cigarette tin out of his pocket and flicks it open.]
They refill for three months, and then I gotta request more. [His pills are a less conditional offering - only requiring one story to get that consistent outpouring of chemical shielding against the irregular receptors in his brain - but he doesn't go around proclaiming himself to need them.]
no subject
[ He rests his chin in the palm of one hand, eyeing the cigarettes. ]
That's a pretty sweet deal, considering the lack of resources around here. Whatever's trapped us in this dimension doesn't seem to want us to go nuts.
no subject
[Tim doesn't believe anything anyone says, just as a rule, but he's also a self-admitted paranoid, hypocritical jerk. He wouldn't trust anything that comes out of his own mouth either.]
no subject
[ He shrugs. Lucas is much the same, especially when he can't use his lab equipment to get a solid read on any given situation. ]
This whole deal is pretty messed up.
no subject
[Though he'd be hard-pressed to admit that he'd return home, given the chance. He'd rather take his chances out here.]
[But he doesn't say it. Instead, Tim unstoppers a clay jug. A sharp, alcoholic tang rolls out from the lip, fruity and sharp.]
You want some?
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[ Lucas straightens up, suddenly realizing that he's facing one of his greatest challenges yet: not looking like a total dweebus in front of the bartender. ]
Yeah, hit me.
no subject
[He pours him a coconut shell of blackberry liquor and sets it down.]
I have no idea how this tastes, but my understanding is that it's pretty strong.
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He instantly chokes, and spends the next thirty seconds coughing and wheezing. Needless to say, Lucas does not drink very much. ]
S-sorry, I... shit!
no subject
[Utterly monotone. Tim is pretty sure that, upon serving alcohol, they're going to have worse things to contend with on these floors instead of just the occasional backwash.]
You good?
no subject
I'm... I'm good! Just great! Not choking anymore, which is great! God, you weren't kidding, that stuff is strong. Sorry, I don't... drink much.
no subject
[Can't drink is actually the correct word for it, but he doesn't elaborate. Tim merely shrugs.]
We don't have a lot of variation in our alcohol here.
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[ At this point, Lucas has a nagging feeling that he's forgotten to initiate some important part of this conversation. ]
... I'm Lucas, by the way. Thanks for... for the info, I guess, and for just... I dunno, talking? Good talk.
[ Nailed it. ]
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[He's about on par with Jay in terms of awkward babble, which Tim doesn't mind. He's grown used to someone else stammering and filling the silence with skips and silences and pauses and fillers. It's almost...a reminder.]
[In a weird way.]
Anytime.