[ -- Or, that can happen. Also where in the room is this, like behind the bar or just kind of out in the open in front? Either way, Rodya sees... well I genuinely tried to think if there was any other alternative I could use, but I think this is the only option, so.
[ I dug myself a hole so here is the song for it. Sinclair looks at Rodya, but it doesn't seem like he sees her and she can get a sense that she might not be seeing things right. Both of them, in fact. At times, Sinclair seems clear, then other times he seems like a haze.
Luke is... going through it. It's time for the murder maracas. As Sinclair shakes them, the bar reverbs. It starts shaking alongside the power of rhythm.
For some reason, as this happens, there are still? More drinks? Coming out? Holo-bartender can't even be seen well, but the drinks Aren't Stopping. ]
[ Genuine question why did you allow this to happen. ]
Uhm...
[ She looks down at her glass and debates whether she should pack this away. yeah maybe. She'll put it on top of the jukebox and then clap for Jefe Sinclair because that's her son and he needs encouragement in his life, illusion or not. ]
You're doing good, Sinclair!
[ STOP FUCKING MAKING DRINKS WHO IS GOING TO DRINK ALL OF THESE ]
I guess they can have another round of talking, but the maracas shake faster... And the bar is rumbling into what could be considered a baby earthquake. The drinks are still coming out! And they're rattling off the counter, cascading down onto the bar floor with a shatter. Coasters, napkins, whatever that is decor start toppling over dangerously. If you guys want to get bonked by something random, you can.
As the lights go dimmer, they see LED outlines of ducks, also with maracas, and they're shaking theirs in chorus to el jefe. ]
I GUESS LUKE WILL JUST DIVE OVER TO THE BAR TO CATCH SOME OF THESE GLASSES BEFORE THEY HIT THE GROUND I rolled a 14 so he can be partly successful but also maybe get sliced a little by a falling shattered bottle]
They never said anything about turbulence in space--!
[ Rodya fists the jukebox and it does stop Mariachi Jefe Sinclair. They can watch him dissipate like smoke, then each duck explodes into fireworks one by one with a quack. There's just random electroswing music getting mixed up and then what sounds like Funk Evanescence before it swaps back to the original song of Caravan Palace.
LUKE DIVES FOR THE GLASSES. DO NOT KNOW WHY, but he may get a little cut! He may get a little wet from alcohol! It is a sweet smell. Tasty.
The earthquake ends, wooooo, and the lights return to normal to show that despite what seemed like an earthquake really happening not that many things are out of place. Maybe one or two things toppled over... The real sign here is that for some reason the bar countertop is swamped with sweet martinis. There is still more being made. Oh, no. ]
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[ All this noise. What in the hell just happened? She'll come over when the Sinclair apparition disappears, kicking away some shards of glass right between them before kneeling down. ]
Are you okay? You still have your medkit, right? Hey, we've had enough martinis.
[WELL WHAT ELSE IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT MARIACHI DUCKS AND THIS GIANT MESS ON THE FLOOR... if they'd been in direct danger he would have tried to protect her which is very funny considering she's taller than him, but here we are. Tragically he's both dexterous and not stupid enough to just jump headlong into a pile of glass, so he's still on his feet, now holding a bunch of glasses.]
I'm fine. Are you? [Except even when he straightens up, he can't put down any of the glasses he saved because the countertop?? Is full of glasses still???? IS THIS A METAPHOR FOR ALCOHOLISM.]
[ For a 14, Luke does save most of the glasses. This man is a hero??? At Rodya's demand, the martinis stop. Instead, it will be tall glasses of champagne. Somehow, it's fitting onto the counter.
do either of you have an alcoholism problem? across the many glasses of martinis, sweet cocktails, and now champagne glasses, they will notice a neatly shaped square without any cups... There is a portable data log, readable.
Anything else they'd like to do in Titan's Call? A faint quack is heard, or maybe that's just their minds imagining it. ]
[ I'm guessing picking "that" up is the data log. That is yours now? Or you guys can read it and leave it there. I don't know what you guys do with your lives. Oooh............ Last call. They serve one last champagne glass and the flurry of drinks end.
There is just A Lot of drinks on the countertop now. ]
[We do have a notes app!! She can keep the hard copy as long as he can put these in his notes, although they can think about that later.]
What the hell was all of that... [RODYA BE MORE? CONCERNED? ABOUT THE MARIACHI DUCKS??? But I will free us so he just rubs a hand over his face.] Yeah, let's do that. I'll help you take these out there, but first I'll send them a message... we can't leave it like this.
[ To answer Lowe's earlier question about Sinclair. He was out in the front, in the open...? Area of the bar? Not behind the counter. He needed a wide space to shake the ship with his festive beats, nervously but powerfully.
I will note here that Luke contacts the senior crew about malfunctions in the bar!! They will look into it immediately (oocly tomorrow morning for the pst).
As they leave, they'll see the gate into the concourse is lightly dented. To clarify, this was there at the beginning when they entered, also there when the concourse first opened this past Saturday so they recognize it. I just forgot. ]
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H-hello. [ He is shaking like a chihuahua while holding his maracas. ] I've been told that this is... Where I'll stir with entertainment.
[ Shake shake. Are we approving? ]
girl help this is chaos
Hey, turn it back on! It was pretty good!
[ -- Or, that can happen. Also where in the room is this, like behind the bar or just kind of out in the open in front? Either way, Rodya sees... well I genuinely tried to think if there was any other alternative I could use, but I think this is the only option, so.
We got ID Sinclair. ]
...Sinclair?
[ WHAT IS HER SON DOING HERE? ]
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Luke is... going through it. It's time for the murder maracas. As Sinclair shakes them, the bar reverbs. It starts shaking alongside the power of rhythm.
For some reason, as this happens, there are still? More drinks? Coming out? Holo-bartender can't even be seen well, but the drinks Aren't Stopping. ]
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Uhm...
[ She looks down at her glass and debates whether she should pack this away. yeah maybe. She'll put it on top of the jukebox and then clap for Jefe Sinclair because that's her son and he needs encouragement in his life, illusion or not. ]
You're doing good, Sinclair!
[ STOP FUCKING MAKING DRINKS WHO IS GOING TO DRINK ALL OF THESE ]
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LOOKS AT THE BAR, WHICH IS REVERBING AND AUTO-MAKING DRINKS SOMEHOW
AND LOOKS AT SINCLAIR, WHO IS A MIRAGE???
AND LEANS IN TO WHISPER TO RODYA]
Does it always do this at this time?!
[SHE JUST SEEMS LIKE SHE WOULD KNOW BETTER THAN HIM]
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I guess they can have another round of talking, but the maracas shake faster... And the bar is rumbling into what could be considered a baby earthquake. The drinks are still coming out! And they're rattling off the counter, cascading down onto the bar floor with a shatter. Coasters, napkins, whatever that is decor start toppling over dangerously. If you guys want to get bonked by something random, you can.
As the lights go dimmer, they see LED outlines of ducks, also with maracas, and they're shaking theirs in chorus to el jefe. ]
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[ Crash goes a couple of drinks. ]
I said, that's enough Resonance!
[ ENOUGH
SHE HITS THE JUKEBAR BUTTONS WITH HER FIST TO INTERRUP THEIR COCO METALLICA ]
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I GUESS LUKE WILL JUST DIVE OVER TO THE BAR TO CATCH SOME OF THESE GLASSES BEFORE THEY HIT THE GROUND I rolled a 14 so he can be partly successful but also maybe get sliced a little by a falling shattered bottle]
They never said anything about turbulence in space--!
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LUKE DIVES FOR THE GLASSES. DO NOT KNOW WHY, but he may get a little cut! He may get a little wet from alcohol! It is a sweet smell. Tasty.
The earthquake ends, wooooo, and the lights return to normal to show that despite what seemed like an earthquake really happening not that many things are out of place. Maybe one or two things toppled over... The real sign here is that for some reason the bar countertop is swamped with sweet martinis. There is still more being made. Oh, no. ]
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[ All this noise. What in the hell just happened? She'll come over when the Sinclair apparition disappears, kicking away some shards of glass right between them before kneeling down. ]
Are you okay? You still have your medkit, right? Hey, we've had enough martinis.
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I'm fine. Are you? [Except even when he straightens up, he can't put down any of the glasses he saved because the countertop?? Is full of glasses still???? IS THIS A METAPHOR FOR ALCOHOLISM.]
What the hell is going on?
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do either of you have an alcoholism problem? across the many glasses of martinis, sweet cocktails, and now champagne glasses, they will notice a neatly shaped square without any cups... There is a portable data log, readable.
Anything else they'd like to do in Titan's Call? A faint quack is heard, or maybe that's just their minds imagining it. ]
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She gives the outline of not-Gojou an unamused look. The bruh energy.
...Though in looking at the glasses judgmentally, she will pick that up, yeah, holding it at a level that Luke can also peer at. ]
Uh, Lukey. I think we're gonna have to tell the senior crew that the bar is totally screwed up and they gotta fix it ASAP.
After we put a bandaid on your cut.
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Luke will definitely take a look at this with her, though. He doesn't even ?! over the nickname because of EVERYTHING THAT JUST HAPPENED. God.]
It's okay, I can take care of it. This, though... [THE BAR. WHY!!! HE NEVER EVEN GOT TO SEE NOJOU THIS JUST ALL LOOKS LIKE MAGIC TO HIM.
...Experiments:]
Hey, last call!
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There is just A Lot of drinks on the countertop now. ]
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. . .
I like drinking, but I can't drink that much. I guess we can put them out in the mess hall?
Uhh, I'm gonna shoot a message to the crew now unless you want to.
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What the hell was all of that... [RODYA BE MORE? CONCERNED? ABOUT THE MARIACHI DUCKS??? But I will free us so he just rubs a hand over his face.] Yeah, let's do that. I'll help you take these out there, but first I'll send them a message... we can't leave it like this.
[Also, again: MARIACHI DUCKS]
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I will note here that Luke contacts the senior crew about malfunctions in the bar!! They will look into it immediately (oocly tomorrow morning for the pst).
As they leave, they'll see the gate into the concourse is lightly dented. To clarify, this was there at the beginning when they entered, also there when the concourse first opened this past Saturday so they recognize it. I just forgot. ]