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[OPEN] it’s brash, just don’t go
WHO: Tezcatlipoca and YOU!!
WHAT: A night out at the city's worst bar—This is a mingle for everyone to join in on!
WHERE: 12 Steps Down
WHEN: Roughly a week after returning to the base
WARNINGS: Drinking, potentially heavy drinking, drinking-related rowdiness... etc
Tucked into an alley of Tokyo is an unassuming, almost nondescript door, if not for the bright, neon sign above it. It’s more than twelve steps, but head down a narrow staircase and you’ll find a small, dimly lit bar. The décor is eclectic to the point that it feels like a hodge-podge of the failed bars that came before it that they didn’t bother to redecorate, the bathroom stalls have shower curtains instead of doors, and the drinks are some of the cheapest you’ll find in town. And for most, that’s the charm.
( slightly more information here )
After a particularly difficult and unusual kaiju battle, Tezcatlipoca has taken it upon himself to offer a chance for rest. The problem is, it’s his idea of it for this group, which means he thinks his fellow Outsiders need a chance to let loose. So, after talking to the owner of the bar he’s worked at since he arrived, he’s arranged for a night all for themselves. Outsiders only, and the bar is open.
A message is sent out on the network to that effect and includes the address, but this is also an opportunity to make new friends, since it is not a big bar. There’s scarcely a corner for even the wallflowers to fade into the background, so, hey. Might as well hang out at a high-top with your fellow Outsiders and commiserate on the events. Or maybe just take a night to truly not think about it at all.
Throughout the night, you might find some extra activities, in case they’re needed. With every drink you try, you’ll get handed a raffle ticket for crapple—that is, a “crap raffle”. Try your luck and see what you could win! Are you interested in battleshots? Grab a partner (or get forced into it by Tezcatlipoca), and try and sink their battleship. Or, later in the night if you’re especially brave, Tezcatlipoca will shoo everyone out of a corner to set up karaoke. The lyrics show up on your implant, so it’s extra convenient!
Relax if you want. Get rowdy if you want. What happens here stays here, at least in Tezcatlipoca’s opinion.
© tessisamess
WHAT: A night out at the city's worst bar—This is a mingle for everyone to join in on!
WHERE: 12 Steps Down
WHEN: Roughly a week after returning to the base
WARNINGS: Drinking, potentially heavy drinking, drinking-related rowdiness... etc
12 STEPS DOWN
" Nobody really makes a clear-minded decision to visit 12 Steps Down. Instead, the place is a siren that calls to people after three to seven drinks, promising delight and delivering destruction. After a certain point in the night, if you are within a mile’s radius of the bar, you are in the danger zone. "
Tucked into an alley of Tokyo is an unassuming, almost nondescript door, if not for the bright, neon sign above it. It’s more than twelve steps, but head down a narrow staircase and you’ll find a small, dimly lit bar. The décor is eclectic to the point that it feels like a hodge-podge of the failed bars that came before it that they didn’t bother to redecorate, the bathroom stalls have shower curtains instead of doors, and the drinks are some of the cheapest you’ll find in town. And for most, that’s the charm.
REST (?) & RELAXATION (???)
After a particularly difficult and unusual kaiju battle, Tezcatlipoca has taken it upon himself to offer a chance for rest. The problem is, it’s his idea of it for this group, which means he thinks his fellow Outsiders need a chance to let loose. So, after talking to the owner of the bar he’s worked at since he arrived, he’s arranged for a night all for themselves. Outsiders only, and the bar is open.
A message is sent out on the network to that effect and includes the address, but this is also an opportunity to make new friends, since it is not a big bar. There’s scarcely a corner for even the wallflowers to fade into the background, so, hey. Might as well hang out at a high-top with your fellow Outsiders and commiserate on the events. Or maybe just take a night to truly not think about it at all.
Throughout the night, you might find some extra activities, in case they’re needed. With every drink you try, you’ll get handed a raffle ticket for crapple—that is, a “crap raffle”. Try your luck and see what you could win! Are you interested in battleshots? Grab a partner (or get forced into it by Tezcatlipoca), and try and sink their battleship. Or, later in the night if you’re especially brave, Tezcatlipoca will shoo everyone out of a corner to set up karaoke. The lyrics show up on your implant, so it’s extra convenient!
Relax if you want. Get rowdy if you want. What happens here stays here, at least in Tezcatlipoca’s opinion.
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it… it’s… look, some things take practice. ]
Yes. Whatever you think is delicious.
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( A momentary burst of brightness, Vash's sad mouth twisting into a sweeter smile. His gaze sweeps, once, over his fellow Outsider and then he gives himself a little shake, rolling off his malaise. ) Delicious, huh?
( The bartender gets asked for two singapore slings and when Vash leans closer on his stool he offers up a secretive little comment. )
It tastes like jellybeans.
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I like jellybeans.
[ so he takes the drink and sniffs it, and inspects it, turning it this way and that before he glances back to Vash, his weird companion in Experiences. ]
Do you want to do a toast? I have read it is a celebratory thing people do.
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( It's cute that Choso's read about it. Vash's brow twists in thought, considering. )
Do you want to toast to anything specific? People usually say like, luck, or fortune, or love? Once I went to a bar and the guys there were toasting to their friend's lack of fingers, which felt a little wild. He got them blown off.
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Fortune sounds like a good topic, but since many Outsiders are missing bits and pieces, that latter toast also seems appropriate. [ is it??????? ]
Why not toast to the various one-armed people on base? The disarmed, if you will.
GONNA PRETEND I KNOW IF CHOSO IS STILL ARMLESS OR NOT
He snorts out a terrible little laugh at that, guilty with it. The empty sleeve where his blue-green metal appendage usually sits twitches, gaze sliding to the other man's own. Funny, Choso is funny. )
Okay, to the disarmed. May we all get re-armed swiftly again.
( He leans forward, knocking their glasses together. )
1/2
May the new be sturdier than the last.
[ that damnable little smile of Choso’s, wider and warmer than before before it vanishes behind the glass rim. glug. ]
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It is jellybeans.
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( In a half whisper, like they're sharing secrets now. )
The first time I had one I drank like six, almost didn't make it back to base. But they taste so good so I really can't help myself.
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he takes a smaller, more moderate sip. he can at least Try to be smart. ]
If you want to drink a bunch more tonight, I’ll do my best to help you back to base this time.
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The last month or so has a specific kind of heavy weight and Vash would love to just let it all go. But he wasn't the only one who was hurting. )
We'll keep an eye on each other, how about that? Also last time it was fine, I just got into a fight with a bunch of traffic cones.
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[ which is to say, he can easily imagine this leggy stick bug of a man in a wide variety of absurd situations, none of which were conducive to continued longevity. ]
It is an accord, then. I will walk you back at the end of the night.
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( Chasing his straw for a moment just so he can have more delicious cocktail. )
Twice if you count the time some guy threw me into it, but that one was stationary.
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[ it feels like he must scramble to update his mental dossier, but with stick drawings.
for strength, he takes another sweet jellybean gulp. ]
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( Which means he has to give Choso his most winning smile. )
It had mostly already stopped when it hit me.
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How are you still alive…?
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( A shrug. )
I'm just bouncy. You know. Like a rubber ball.
( Do you wanna see his tit cage? )
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another sip!!! ]
Flesh doesn’t bounce.
[ a pause for thought. ]
… Like that.
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It's nice, it feels good, after everything. He's not laughing at Choso, with him though. )
Yeah, no. You're right. But I really was fine. Been through worse. I promise not to go near the train tracks tonight, is that better?
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I will take your word, but if I find you were hit by another train, I will have to…
[ hmm… ]
Think up a good punishment, or recompense, once you’re out of hospital.
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Mm, recompense is a good word. I'll owe you something. Is it all calamities, or just trains? I've been making wood carvings, if you tell me your favourite animal I can make you one. Not for the recompense. Just because.
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I like cats the most. Wood-related calamities are also a no, so use care when carving.
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Huh, I guess I'll have to wait until my arm is fixed. I don't have the fingers to hold the knife. ( No, he'll let down his new buddy. ) Once I do you're first on the list. And I'll be real careful, I promise.
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[ he raises his little glass, half-gone already. ]
It just means I can hunt you down later.
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( He's got some good friends, but there's always room for more. )