[ 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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[ 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. ]