[ ichiban's broken ass body made of glass bones and paper skin somehow makes it to the bar today. thanks to the week's effect, he's got two long whiskers sprouting out of the sides of his face as well as some red in his hair like hot cheeto dust frosted tips. a glass of whiskey slides down the bar counter as he plops into a chair, which he raises to lucien tiredly. ]
Yo. You come here to pregame for tomorrow's shitshow, too?
[ so lucien looks like complete and total shit. just complete dogshit. exhausted, eyes swollen and face rough, and expression plastered into a glower. that's probably fine. ]
I don't know. I don't think I want to drink. I just didn't know where else to be.
[ despite saying he doesn't want to drink, he is going around the bar to get a bottle of something. there are robot servers but he doesn't like or trust them. ]
Rougher? No. That has come and gone. [ last week. ] But still, it feels as if it is attempting to draw blood from a stone. I have no more left to give.
[ cheers from their respective sides of the counter! ]
...I conked out pretty early before the forced knockout last night. Were Adrastea and Metis able to find anything out about the nanites while they were hangin' out with us?
w2, friday
Yo. You come here to pregame for tomorrow's shitshow, too?
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I don't know. I don't think I want to drink. I just didn't know where else to be.
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[ lowers his drink. ]
It's been gettin' rougher. Almost starting to feel like cabin fever at this point.
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Rougher? No. That has come and gone. [ last week. ] But still, it feels as if it is attempting to draw blood from a stone. I have no more left to give.
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[ for the record, he's not joking or being sarcastic. he's legitimately asking. ]
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Fucks or otherwise.
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[ cheers from their respective sides of the counter! ]
...I conked out pretty early before the forced knockout last night. Were Adrastea and Metis able to find anything out about the nanites while they were hangin' out with us?