[The breeze of air on bare legs is somehow more perturbing than the bandage rounding his head, or the watery cast to the ground. Richie had startled awake, blinking near to blindness in the sudden light, and looked down to find his knobby knees exposed in some kind of sporty toga situation. Two-shouldered, thank god, but also what in god's name?]
The fuck...?
[A thought that dies in time with the drop of his jaw. Richie sits stunned on the ground, gazing out at a whole lotta sky and a lotta bodies with not a-lotta coverage.
Also shit is floating above everyone's heads.
Give him a moment. He's in a rare state of stunned silence. His glasses slip a little down his nose.]
2) No...
[Standing by the touchscreen, frowning. Pulls out his new cell phone.
Baps it to the screen. They are both glass slabs??? Frowns at this puzzle.]
3) This is stupid
Christ on a bike. Not only is it a dry county, but the only amenities around got choked up in sloppy burgers, and there's about thirty-odd guys in short skirts walking over a reflective floor. [He's wiping at his eyes beneath his glasses, dragging out a long sigh.] Never been more thankful to sit at a minus four-oh-three on a vision chart.
And what are we doing with these? [Foot-nudges this EGG. WHAT IS THIS.] What laid this five-pound motherfucker? Because I don't want to be around when it comes back for it, but shit, where would you even go?
There's something to be said about passive resistance. Make that passive-aggressive, should any lords
[Frowns down at this egg. Wipes his forehead and looks back to this kid. Really, the damn thing is the least of all concerns, but it does feel like adding insult to injury.]
[ yves was probably finishing up his meal but upon seeing someone struggle at the kiosk, he's going to just. hop over the counter and ask like he's the booth boy who was supposed to be working here this whole time
there is a little fish bowl nearby with a fat pufferfish staring at richie. brother.
meanwhile yves, cheerful: ]
Good day, monsieur! Looking for a bite to eat? How can I help you?
[Richie looks up and softly double takes at the mask — all things considered, not the strangest shit on the scene — then shakes his head.]
You don't work here, do you? [Why is there a fish? Do they serve pufferfish here? Fuck, he'd take an easy death at this point for a cheap chance to split.] Looking for a drink more like. But judging from the soft haze that serves as a behind-the-counter, they aren't stocking Jim Beam or Crown Royale.
I don't, but there's been a lot of people struggling and over-ordering, so I thought I could help out if anyone needed it. It's really new technology, so it took me a while to learn to!
[ yves said please stop the food waste or else he will have to eat it all off the floor himself ]
But you're looking for liquor? Me too! Maybe we should just make a pact and say if either one of us finds any, we'll just share with each other.
Well I'll be. [There's a mild amusement to all this. It's new, sure, but similar stuff showed up in sci fi flicks all the time. Seems like an inevitable future.] See, I figured these things were built the same, maybe clapping them together would pop open a secret exit. Food's fine too, I guess.
[JUST WATCHING THIS HAPPEN... Honestly he gave up on his phone immediately, so he's curious as to whether or not this is the correct application of it.
When it seems that nothing is happening, he will helpfully pipe up from where he sits with so many drinks.]
I believe you need to touch it with your hand and not that box, dear.
[Looks to this exceptionally beautiful and very young man and almost feels the colour get sucked out of a chunk of his hair. The "dear" claims another. Kinda pushing it, you need to be 12 years ahead of a guy to get rights to sweetheart endearments, not 12 years behind.
But no matter, let's give it a whirl. Raps the screen with one knuckle. Un burger ordered.]
Well. No shit and no shine. I didn't realize heaven was going to be a theme park.
Richie cocks his head a little. Weird way to answer. Like he'd taken his bitching to an airline stewardess, all smiles and corporate consideration.]
Well. Wasn't like I was expecting much in the way of amelioration. More just venting out the gas pipes before they burst. Might be easier with a smoke, but you know.
[Pats the side of his short toga.]
Nowhere to stash 'em. You wouldn't have one, would you?
Christ, how would I know? What's it supposed to do?
[He takes a half-step back, both to see the wee thing better and let her take a gander at the thing.]
I figure it's not a tv, seeing as it's sitting hip-height, but there's no buttons so computer's out. And considering the state of place, people, and most of all dress, I no longer know what to expect.
Take a crack at it, if you want. The floor's all yours.
[ So, with practiced ease, Koharu goes through the menus, decides on her choice, and before you know it she's receiving some typical McD*nald's order. ]
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[The breeze of air on bare legs is somehow more perturbing than the bandage rounding his head, or the watery cast to the ground. Richie had startled awake, blinking near to blindness in the sudden light, and looked down to find his knobby knees exposed in some kind of sporty toga situation. Two-shouldered, thank god, but also what in god's name?]
The fuck...?
[A thought that dies in time with the drop of his jaw. Richie sits stunned on the ground, gazing out at a whole lotta sky and a lotta bodies with not a-lotta coverage.
Also shit is floating above everyone's heads.
Give him a moment. He's in a rare state of stunned silence. His glasses slip a little down his nose.]
2) No...
[Standing by the touchscreen, frowning. Pulls out his new cell phone.
Baps it to the screen. They are both glass slabs??? Frowns at this puzzle.]
3) This is stupid
Christ on a bike. Not only is it a dry county, but the only amenities around got choked up in sloppy burgers, and there's about thirty-odd guys in short skirts walking over a reflective floor. [He's wiping at his eyes beneath his glasses, dragging out a long sigh.] Never been more thankful to sit at a minus four-oh-three on a vision chart.
And what are we doing with these? [Foot-nudges this EGG. WHAT IS THIS.] What laid this five-pound motherfucker? Because I don't want to be around when it comes back for it, but shit, where would you even go?
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[Don't foot nudge your newfound child, Richie]
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[You have been entrapped, and probably not by some bird]
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[Frowns down at this egg. Wipes his forehead and looks back to this kid. Really, the damn thing is the least of all concerns, but it does feel like adding insult to injury.]
Pardon my manners. Name's Rich. You?
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there is a little fish bowl nearby with a fat pufferfish staring at richie. brother.
meanwhile yves, cheerful: ]
Good day, monsieur! Looking for a bite to eat? How can I help you?
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You don't work here, do you? [Why is there a fish? Do they serve pufferfish here? Fuck, he'd take an easy death at this point for a cheap chance to split.] Looking for a drink more like. But judging from the soft haze that serves as a behind-the-counter, they aren't stocking Jim Beam or Crown Royale.
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[ yves said please stop the food waste or else he will have to eat it all off the floor himself ]
But you're looking for liquor? Me too! Maybe we should just make a pact and say if either one of us finds any, we'll just share with each other.
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[Regards this peppy lost child.]
Are you even twenty-one?
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oh fuck me there's captcha I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE A LORE DROP HANGING
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Oh, hello! Do you need help?
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Uh. Sure. Have at her, kiddo. What am I missing here?
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It's a touchscreen, see. [ demonstrates with her fingies, though it's slow going. she adds fries to the order ]
You can use this tablet to order food. Would you like anything?
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Well I'll be. [There's a mild amusement to all this. It's new, sure, but similar stuff showed up in sci fi flicks all the time. Seems like an inevitable future.] See, I figured these things were built the same, maybe clapping them together would pop open a secret exit. Food's fine too, I guess.
What's all good here?
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When it seems that nothing is happening, he will helpfully pipe up from where he sits with so many drinks.]
I believe you need to touch it with your hand and not that box, dear.
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[Looks to this exceptionally beautiful and very young man and almost feels the colour get sucked out of a chunk of his hair. The "dear" claims another. Kinda pushing it, you need to be 12 years ahead of a guy to get rights to sweetheart endearments, not 12 years behind.
But no matter, let's give it a whirl. Raps the screen with one knuckle. Un burger ordered.]
Well. No shit and no shine. I didn't realize heaven was going to be a theme park.
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But he'll watch the singular burger appear and offer a little smile!]
I'm afraid I don't know what a theme park is, but it's rather convenient, isn't it? And it does seem to have quite a large supply.
[For better or for worse...]
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I understand all your concerns, but it looks like we'll have to wait to see situation. Or we could become more disoriented.
Although there's no harm in coming up with our own answers!
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Richie cocks his head a little. Weird way to answer. Like he'd taken his bitching to an airline stewardess, all smiles and corporate consideration.]
Well. Wasn't like I was expecting much in the way of amelioration. More just venting out the gas pipes before they burst. Might be easier with a smoke, but you know.
[Pats the side of his short toga.]
Nowhere to stash 'em. You wouldn't have one, would you?
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Oh, no, sorry to disappoint. The vice I choose is a little drink here and there. But I don't think it hurts to have expectations.
[ it's fine for him to keep venting. ]
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Excuse me, but... Is that broken?
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[He takes a half-step back, both to see the wee thing better and let her take a gander at the thing.]
I figure it's not a tv, seeing as it's sitting hip-height, but there's no buttons so computer's out. And considering the state of place, people, and most of all dress, I no longer know what to expect.
Take a crack at it, if you want. The floor's all yours.
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O... okay. I'll be quick about it.
[ So, with practiced ease, Koharu goes through the menus, decides on her choice, and before you know it she's receiving some typical McD*nald's order. ]
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she just watches this happen because she doesn't know how to use a touchscreen either.]
BRITT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!