Mexico shenanigans group log [OPEN]

[inchesofevil]

WHO: The Mexico evacuees!
WHERE: Mexico City (or also anywhere en route between the porter cities and there)
WHEN: Feb 15 onwards, through the duration of the coup
WHAT: Do you want Mexico shenanigans? Here is your catch-all/mingle post for Mexico shenanigans, please enjoy. (See the OOC mod post for details.)
WARNINGS: Please put warnings in your subjectlines if necessary!

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[wishedforbread]

[Arrival]

Mikazuki wasn't so oblivious as to think of this as a vacation. Frankly the whole situation was bizarre. First he had been somehow teleported to some weird alternate version of America, now he was being smuggled away from Russian occupation forces into Mexico.

BUT he was also an optimist at heart, and it was hard for him to keep a bad mood for long. The plane landed and everyone disembarked into the comparatively warm Mexican night. Mikazuki stretched after being cramped in a plane for so long, then stared out at the sprawling city around them. This was just the start of another adventure!

"I know I shouldn't be happy right now, but traveling to new places man, it's always kind of fun right?"

[Out and about]

Okay yes they were supposed to be keeping a low profile, but Mikazuki figured that tourists have got to be a common sight in a major city like this, and there was no way he was going to spend all his time in Mexico hiding in a hotel watching TV. So he did the whole tourist thing. He wandered markets, he bought a cheap souvenir or too, he took pictures of things that looked intersting...you know. Muu the crow, being of the more low key type, generally flew overhead and kept watch from nearby rooftops or telephone wires. She also seemed to be spending time with other crows and ravens in the area. Who knows what she was up to.

If he saw anyone he recognized from the plane ride over (or even from a network post) he waved to them immediately, beaming.

[Roomies, I'm sorry.]

At 2am, Mina and Duncan were woken up by the sound of the door slamming open and someone staggering into the apartment, drunkenly humming to himself. It was, of course, Mikazuki, and he looked more than a little bit the worse for wear. Aside from clearly being blasted to hell on cheap tequila, he also had a black eye, bruised knuckles, a swollen lip, and various scrapes and bruises all over. He still seemed in high spirits, despite it all, as he slumped down in a chair at the kitchen table.

"Haaaaa what a fun town!"

Roomies!

[electromedic]

Well. Suffice to say that Mina wasn't exactly sleeping. Instead of taking up one of the few beds in the apartment, she instead opted to set herself up next to a couch, taking advantage of the quite night hours to recharge.

The effect is, she looks dead, slumped next to the wall in a really, really uncomfortable position.

When Mikazuki slams into the room, though, she sits up with a jolt, her eyes literally lighting up as she comes out of sleep mode. Her reaction is delayed by a few seconds as everything boots, but she immediately jumps up and unplugs herself, rushing over to her temporary roommate. "Mikazuki! What happened, did you get in a fight? You look terrible!"

Mewtwo | OTA

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

A. Arrival

[Abandoning the United States? Maybe. He felt no alliance to it. In his eyes they were as dishonest and manipulative.

But another reason...a reason he wouldn't share with anyone else...he was deeply afraid of what would happen if he got caught. Those seminars...they sounded too similar to the laboratories he was born in. He didn't want to go through that, not again.

Maybe it was a tad cowardly to do flee to Mexico. But he if he was to rescue his friends, he needed a better plan. Without anyone trying to use him. For now, he would camp out in Mexico. The pokemon touched down from his long flight, disguised in his human form. No way he wanted the risk of any Russian or US forces immediately spotting him, right?]

B.Time to Bring it Around Town

[Mexico City Mewtwo found different from the State's cities. For one the feeling and climate was greatly warmer than that of DeChima. Another, the birds he observed so far didn't match the ones found normally in the parts of North America he had become acquainted with.

He knew venturing too far would draw attention to himself, so he managed to keep to the city and follow less populated areas. He wanted to ask someone about places to visit but two obstacles: one he couldn't use his telepathy here without causing a stir, two not a soul seemed to understand his sing language. Looks like books lied again.

Getting familiar with this city would be more an obstacle than he realized.]

B

[inchesofevil]

[Duncan does not know ASL, but he catches sight of one of Mewtwo's failed attempts to use it and recognizes it for what it is: someone having trouble communicating in an unfamiliar place.

Considering how completely fucking useless he's been feeling the past month or so, it shouldn't be any surprise that he jumps at the opportunity to actually be of help to someone. Assuming the guy is deaf, Duncan comes up beside Mewtwo and gets his attention with a polite tap against his arm. He holds up his phone, a sleek futuristic number with a slide-out dvorak keyboard, nothing like the phones one finds for sale in this world; the text in the open memo app reads:

Sign language is different between countries.
I speak Spanish, need some help?

He's wearing long sleeves despite the warm weather, but they're pushed up to his elbows at the moment and his ImPort tattoo is clearly visible, reading "AWOL". He was so focused on taking the opportunity to help that he didn't think to cover it back up first.

And also, well, he hopes English is their language in common here. If not, his phone can translate, but that wouldn't be nearly as convenient.]

Hermann and Newt | late 17th-20th OTA

[mathemagier]

1. General- Around Town.

[They come in early on the 17th, and well ahead of any other arrivals that day- the perks of teleportation. They'd skipped the border guards out of necessity more than simple inconvenience, but that's fine. They've booked a hotel room and once Hermann's slept off the exhaustion of porting them both, they're both ready to explore.

If he ignores the lingering guilt of skipping town during another crisis, it feels a bit like their Hong Kong vacation. Except they plan on returning in the middle of this one. It eases that conscience some.

The first thing he notices is that Mexico City is positively massive. If they hadn't found out where the other imPorts were located, Hermann suspects they may never have seen them. Causing a noticeable stir in the middle of such a densely populated capital seems rather unlikely, even for them.

The two locate bars, coffee shops, and eateries in the locale, and Hermann wishes they had Joaquin or Manolo to assist them in both sight-seeing and communication. But it's not a vacation and Hermann carries around his laptop during the day and seems permanently attached to his phone much like the young generation of 2016 back home. News, any news at all, tracking developments over the border, and furiously working at his laptop whenever they stop to grab a coffee or something to eat.

The slim modeled machine and the brand new Starkphones are out of place in any native residential area, but only other imPorts are likely to recognize them as such. To the rest of the locals they're simply branded hippies, and that's far more amusing than it has any right to be. Their conversations are a mix of English and German as privacy mandates, further adding to their oddity, but imPort translators keep up with ease]

The last day of the Seminar is the 20th. We could return that evening and be well rested for the following day so long as there aren't any extensions..


2. Wildcard!
[Any other prompts or ideas? Go for it!]

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[superposition]

[What's that? Trying to have a peaceful conversation? That won't do at all.

Qubit finds the two of them without having to look, because that's a thing his tech can do. Thus, a portal appears a couple meters away from their table, and there he is.]

Hermann, Newt. [There's slightly more emphasis on Hermann's name, though.] I need to ask you a favor.

[protects_the_small]

[The Flight In]
[Every day of this week had at least two moments of ‘well that is the STRANGEST thing I’ve ever seen/done/heard in my life’. But somehow each moment kept being topped by the moment after it in her blurry rush out America into Mexico. Not that she had ties to either country, but sticking around to listen to an invading force that was telling her it was for her own good seemed like an even worse idea.
At least the Scanrans had been honest about their motivations.
But first she had to get into a car (and she made a note to tell Rincewind it was probably just as bad as he was thinking) and then something called an ‘airplane’.
It wasn’t until she had been sat down and strapped in that she thought to turn to her seat mate with a frown:]
“How is this different from a car?”


[Making My Way Downtown]
[De Chima was hot and swampy, this is just HOT. Kel walks through the streets, trying to ration the water bottle she had been given, and getting a feel for the neighborhoods around the apartments. If she sees anyone she recognizes, she might nod a greeting, but in this crowd what are the chances of that?]

The flight in

[mammal_robot]

[Congratulations, here's another thing to add to the list of strangest things you've ever done. Your seat mate is made of metal and weighs a quarter ton. He barely looks up from flipping through Sky Mall when he answers.]

It's bigger. And it flies.

Walking fast faces pass

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Mewtwo may not be recognizeable to Kel because one, his interactions were mostly text-based and two, he's around in his human disguise for once. But he recognizes her. The strange human with the disconnect from technology.

He casually walks by, edging through the crowd as he waves to her. See look, this is him waving. With both hands actually.]

Saya Wallace | OTA

[instars]

apartments;

[If she had thought about it, and realized that they were going to make her room with some unknown human, she might not have come along. She might have stayed in Heropa - it's not like she's really afraid of Soviets, is it?

But she wanted to not have to deal with them, so when the opportunity to leave came, well.

She went.

She's found her bed and set her bag down, and takes a careful walk around the apartment. It's not terrible, really.

When the other person comes in, she has a glass of water in hand.]

I already claimed space.

[That isn't to say that she's not willing to share. But well.

No.

She's really not.]

El Zocalo;

[The center of Mexico City is a square, and that's where Saya goes. The altitude and the cold is doing a number on her system, and she's standing perfectly still - almost eerily still, like a statue, trying to keep her lungs from acting up. How do the Mexican spiders do this? Do they simply not go to their strange and unusual capitol?

She thinks if she passes out she's going to garner attention, but this is a giant open square, there's nowhere to sit.

She sees someone familiar.]

Hold still.

[And her hand is on their shoulder.]

[quaerit]

What?

[ Gansey both looks and sounds alarmed, assuming at once that there's something wrong. The truth is, he's been looking over his shoulder ever since he left Antarctica, and he can't really make himself stop thinking about it now.

When he turns, though, it's not a Russian operative he sees. It's Saya, looking about as uncomfortable as he's ever seen her, and he realizes that she's not holding him because there's trouble.

It's because she's in trouble. Instinctively, he moves to support her, reaching to put his arm around her. ]

Saya, are you all right? What's happened?

Perry the Platypus | OTA | After the 17th

[doesntdomuch]

1. Arrival
While Perry attended some of the seminars, after his meltdown (and some coaxing from Mewtwo) Perry knew that he couldn't just tough this out and he needed to be mentally at his best.

However when he was told about going to Mexico City it took a lot of brain power for him to actually accept it, and he felt weirdly ansty the entire trip to Mexico. Although he hated to admit it, the brainwashing had some negative effects on Perry even if it manifested as a "I hate this America/this world" state rather than an "I love the USSR" state yet and perhaps it's for the best that he left when he did. The only real comfort he felt right now was that he was leaving the US for a little while

When he arrives Perry takes a deep breath of air. Being away from everything that's going on felt oddly... freeing. Even with the lingering feeling that he should go back, he finally felt a tiny bit of happiness that he hasn't felt for a few days.

Although after the freeing feeling subsides he finds himself a little lost, completely unsure what he should do now or if he's supposed to meet up with anyone.

2. Apartment
Perry spent most of his time indoors while stationed here. He hated being cooped up in there, but leaving meant he had to transform into his human body in order to not be detected and like heck would he willingly put himself in that body now.

So he spent most of his time wrapped up in a blanket (he honestly didn't mind too much that it was hot. The blanket was pretty comforting on its own anyway) and staring at his laptop, mostly looking up news articles about the coup going on back in America.

Yeah he's not super good at this brain recovery thing.

Apartment

[protects_the_small]

[Kel had spent most of the day wandering the city, the apartment was simply too small and odd. But the feeling of cooler air inside was a welcome relief. She did not expect someone else in the unoccupied room, though more Imports had been arriving day by day. To her surprise she recognized this one.]

Perry?

[She approached him softly, keeping her hands lowered and her stance unaggressive.]

I didn't know you were coming here?

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[thelimitdoesnotexist]

He wasn't waiting for Perry, he barely expected Perry to show up...but he was there when the platypus arrived.

There was something like his family back home he saw in the platypus. A fellow animal, a tough combatant as well. Almost an equal.

And when Perry touched down, the pokemon steps forward, his face more somber than stern. To see someone go through something like he went through..it was more than he could take.

< You're here... > Arceus, he's relieved you're alive.

H8RS GONNA H8

[fuckai]

[You know, when Church caught wind that the mass exodus to Mexico was happening, he expected something like, you know, Cabo. Or Tijuana. Something with more tourist trap bars, spring breakers, and beaches.

Not an actually functioning land locked city.

Which is why, approximately not even an hour after landing and being shown to their new home away from home away from home, Church has somehow managed to assemble a shit ton of beer, vodka, tequila, and other alcoholic doodads, and has sat his ass down in a patio chair at the side of the nearest goddamn pool.

So, for literally the entirety of the coup, Church can be found poolside, lounging in quintessential swim gear, sipping something with a little umbrella, and just generally not giving a single fuck.

Just don't be surprised when he tries to haggle $10 a beer out of you.]

[airshow]

[ So that makes at least two disappointed refugees. Didn't they all deserve some fun in the sun? Laughing it up on a beach and trying to ignore the plight of all the other poor suckers who didn't have the good sense to hightail it outta there? Really, that would only be appropriate. But a pool will have to do in a pinch.

Also, being at least mildly inebriated will definitely help, as with so many situations in life. With a nice buzz in mind, Tricks, clad in his very tackiest striped shorts and arm floaties, heads over to the guy with the drinks. ]

Aloha! Are you the — what's the word? El bartender?

[ Obviously not. God, what an asshole. ]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo is deciding to treat this as a vacation, even if it's happening the worst of circumstances.

So here she is in a black one-piece swimsuit, surveying the alcohol with a keen eye.]

How much did all this cost you?

Deprogramming

[mammal_robot]

After some talking with the Mexican officials, Robo has done a bit of remodeling to one of the empty apartments. The doors and windows have all been firmly sealed shut, and has been stripped of anything that could be used as an improvised weapon. Other than that, the room within is still comfortable and welcoming.

If they managed to smuggle anyone out of the occupation zones who might have fallen for Russian brainwashing techniques, Robo and any other escapees working with him are ready to keep them contained until they can be deprogrammed.

Qubit | Day 2

[superposition]

[Day 2 - Afternoon]

[Upon figuring out LACKEY somehow couldn't reach him from Mexico (despite that it could reach him in Seattle), Qubit quickly decided to base himself there. The apartment block set aside for imPort refugees was actually quite nice, and it was already safer than anywhere in the US.

His goals are twofold: get as many noncombatants here as he can, and keep his technology out of enemy hands. His teleportals are, after all, far superior to anything Russia managed to come up with. Most of what he has on that is in either his head or his lab at Starrware, and he's already got an system in place there - even if it wasn't heavily encrypted, it's programmed to wipe itself in response to tampering attempts. But theeen there's the trio of evil AIs he keeps in his closet (don't ask why). One possibly evil AI on the Soviet side is bad enough, they certainly don't need them getting their hands on three more that are definitely evil.

Obviously, the best way to transport sensitive technology is in a cardboard box, helpfully labeled "FRAGILE DO NOT OPEN". Feel free to catch him portaling in with said box. He has to readjust it before taking it inside; it's a bit heavy...]


[Day 2 - Evening] (cw: vomiting)

[Unbeknownst to Qubit, LACKEY didn't simply give up on messing with him; instead it shut off his nanites, and he's feeling the effects more and more as the day wears on. When he finally gets around to having dinner, five minutes later he's locked in the lobby restroom unable to keep it down. With the accompanying sound effects. SO YEAH, um... hope nobody needs in here for a while.

As bad as it is, though, he thinks it's just an ill-timed stomach flu. I mean, it's not like he's been out eating street food or anything.]


[Day 2 - Late night - closed to Newt & Hermann]

[... But evening turns into night, and the symptoms keep getting worse. He's dizzy and sweating, he can barely keep down water, and it seems like every time he moves it triggers a new bout of retching. He's exhausted, but lying down is out of the question, and whenever he starts to doze off, his body violently jolts him back awake.

Frankly, it's infuriating.

About the only thing he does have the energy to do is argue with idiots on the internet, but he's barely gotten started when Newt calls him on it. And from there he quickly realizes he doesn't even have the energy to refuse help. Besides which... something's seriously wrong with him, his body is doing its damnedest to turn itself inside out. He needs the help, as much as he hates to admit it.

So, as soon as he can stand again, he 'ports over to Newt's location. Out of pride he tries to act natural, but... let's be real, he looks like shit. You know it's bad when his hair is drooping. And he sounds it, too - his voice has all day been losing its usual crispness and vigor, and instead he just sounds tired, hoarse, and miserable.]

Well, I'm here. Are you happy now?

[Day 2 - Late night - closed to the science threesome]

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Qubit looks worse than he imagined for the usually rather ...together genius; he's pretty sure he's never seen the man look this disheveled, not even during that first Swear-In. Newt throws one of Qubit's arms over his shoulder to steady him on his feet because he doesn't trust that gravity won't do its thing. It likes to screw with people, you know. Unfortunately, that puts him awfully close to the man's face and he cringes. ]

Wow, dude, no offense, but don't breathe on me. And yeah, very happy.

[Newt doesn't look great, but he's improved since yesterday. Both he and Hermann are still waking up at all hours from the occasional nerve twitches and, he's fairly certain they're nearly shocks for Hermann, but they've slept some, they're safe. Hermann's safe.

So he manages to put an obnoxious sing-song into his voice.] Hermy! We have a visitor!

OTA

[quaerit]

A. Daytime

[ They should be safe in Mexico.

It's something that Gansey keeps repeating to himself, over and over again. They'll be safe there, they're welcome, the Russians can't touch them.

The longer he tells himself this, though, the less he can believe it. Aloud, he's been telling everyone that he's not affected by the kidnapping, that it doesn't matter to him. Internally, he's reminding himself that he's been through worse than that and come out the other side, and he has no actual right to be upset by this now.

But the truth is, he can't make himself stop thinking about it. He can't stop looking over his shoulder for Soviet soldiers. He can't help worrying that Mexico wasn't far enough to go, that the Russian Porter will just pull them back again. After all it had pulled them halfway around the world before. He doesn't want to go back to that box. He can't go back. But so many of his friends have been left behind, and he's worried about them, too. About Billy, about Kitty. About all of them. This is a war he wants no part of, but even taking the option to leave hasn't made him feel safe. How can he explain that to anyone?

For the most part, he spends the days trying to avoid this. He keeps the low profile that the Mexicans want. He watches the Network. He stars venturing further and further out of the city, seeking natural places and pretending to be a tourist. He keeps up with other imports when he can, and always, always, he keeps his face calm and smiling. He's not going to be traumatized. He's better than that. He has to be better than that.

So he'll be found with a map in hand and a ready smile, his real feelings evident only in the furtive way he watches strangers. ]

I thought I'd take a trip towards the country, and see what the landscape has to offer. What do you say to a short trip? Might as well keep busy now that we're here.

B. Nighttime

[ The nights are another story. Gansey has always suffered from insomnia. These days, his sleeping pattern is scattered, at best, but since reaching Mexico, he's found a decent way to self-medicate. He comes home with a bottle of tequila and a bag filled with salt, lemons and limes. The aparment block that the imports have been put into isn't the most luxurious of settings, so he camps out in the small garden area behind the building. He's armed with shot glasses, and he's slicing citrus fruits into wedges. ]

Call this a sampling of local culture. I talked the vendor into a full bottle. I'll warn you now, it tastes ghastly.

Are you game?

b!

[brushoff]

[ Proper sleeping schedule? What proper sleeping schedule. Dorian's sleeping schedule is seven shades of fucked due to dating a vampire and working at a burlesque, but occasionally needing to be the person who does things like go to the bank or be up for when the plumber gets in. So he too is up and awake, checking emails (boring) and briefly clicking over to national news (even more boring) on his phone.

Gansey, arriving with alcohol, is now equivalent to 'god among men' in Dorian's eyes because he has booze and he's offering Dorian some booze. He's up and waiting in the garden area for Toby but...well, Toby wouldn't mind if Dorian had a shot or two before they went off to enjoy Mexican nightlife. ]

I never say no to things like this, [ Dorian remarked with a griiiiin as he walks over to Gansey. The tequila's ghastly? All the better, he's probably tasted worst. Besides, it's shots, shots aren't supposed to taste absolutely wonderful, they're for getting you fucked up. ] Mind if I look at the bottle?

[airshow]

( arrival )

[ He's trying to think of this as a vacation, even though: A) technically it's a refugee situation, yeah, and B) last time he was on his way to sunny Mexico he got shot in the head and C) this is probably the most cowardly possible option, but when has that ever stopped him before, and also, refer back to B, an experience he'd rather not repeat. So James falls back on the tried and true strategy of denial, choosing to ignore the entire situation as much as possible and play the role of the low-profile tourist.

And also whine about the fact that they're not in the swanky resort town he'd imagined. ]

But I wanted to go to the beach...


( later/wildcard )

[ But really, he's not stupid. He hangs around their provided lodgings just long and frequently enough to make it look, to an outside observer, like he's staying there with the others, socializing and drinking and generally being a technicolor nuisance. He actually books a hotel room under a fake name about a mile away, just in case. You never know, after all.

Regardless, no matter who you are or what you're up to, he's likely finding a way to get up in your business. Especially if you have food and/or booze he can try and talk you out of. Don't mind the badly dressed blond worming his way into your personal space. ]

Are we having fun yet?

[itistolaugh]

[ Harley only got back from the liquor store five minutes ago. The man is like a bloodhound. ]

Not yet, but it just might be at the bottom of one of these bottles! I'm going to drink in the tub until I can't tell it's not a Jacuzzi.

Around | OTA

[knifecollecting]

[This is just a vacation to one of her favorite foreign countries, which... Mexico is only one of two she's been to outside of the United States, but whatever. That doesn't count.

As it is, she wants to eat something and as good as the street food smells, she knows better.]

Hey, have you seen a steakhouse around here?

this late, feel free to ignore if you want

[tuxedo_magician]

[Kaito turns from where he had been finishing up distracting himself by putting on a small magic show for a few of the locals. He shakes his head in a negative.]

Not that I recall, no. I'm sure there has to be something around here though.

[He gives a shrug of a shoulder.]

I could help, if you want.

[inchesofevil]

[A. Airport]

[I am sorry to anyone who gets stuck next to Duncan at any leg of the journey from Heropa to Mexico City because he is incapable of sitting still when he's anxious, and there's nothing like an enemy occupation and looming war to make a dude anxious.

At least he's mostly quiet, though. The only incident of any real note occurs going through security at the airport just across the border, when the agent pulls him aside to point out (in Spanish) that there's a sword in his bag. "Es un problema?" he asks, looking nervous, but not the 'caught doing something wrong' kind of nervous--the 'fuck please don't make my day worse' kind. If you happen to be listening with the mental communicator's auto-translate function active, you'll hear it as "That a problem?" with the twangiest Texas drawl you've ever heard, which is a stark contrast to the neutral American accent on Duncan's English.

After a brief discussion Duncan is forced to check his bag before finally being allowed through security, making him one of the last of the refugees to arrive at the terminal. Which brings us back to the first paragraph, and to how I am sorry if you are the one he winds up sitting next to, because his leg will not stop fucking bouncing. Even when he slaps a hand down on his knee and braces his whole upper body weight against it to force himself to stop, it just moves to the other leg. At that point he bursts out of his seat to start pacing, because god fuckin damn there is so much nervous energy pent up in his body that he feels like a fucking wind-up toy, like he's going to snap and break if he can't let that energy out somehow.

If he's this bad in the airport, the tight restrictions of the actual plane ride is going to make it intolerable.]


[B. Drinking Contest]

[Mikazuki is on his way to becoming Duncan's new best friend. He has discovered the most genius solution to Duncan's drinking problem--or non-problem as the case may be. See, his healing factor means he metabolizes alcohol about twenty times faster than normal people, which makes it extremely difficult to drink enough fast enough to get himself well and truly drunk, and even harder to stay there for any meaningful length of time. His attempts usually wind up expensive failures, or very expensive mild successes at best.

But Mikazuki heard Duncan's problem and proposed a plan so amazingly simple and brilliant that Duncan was stunned he'd never thought of it before.

Rigged drinking contests.

Halfway through their first week in the country, it becomes a common sight to find the two of them hanging out in the corner of some dive bar in the evenings, Mikazuki calling out challenges and taking bets while Duncan proceeds to drink all comers under the table. Not only does he finally manage to maintain a pleasant buzz for a satisfying length of time, he also gets to make a profit doing it!

The thing is--and this is how they keep getting suckers roped into this--Duncan is a weed who does not look the least bit like someone who can down six shots and be perfectly fine. And normally, that would be true. But with his healing factor's base speed, plus the ability to covertly accelerate it manually if necessary, means he is basically cheating like the wind.

So there's this skinny nerd whose friend is claiming he can beat anyone in a drinking contest and their table is already littered with empty tequila bottles, so the natural assumption--especially once one hears Duncan speak, with the lazy enunciation and slow Texas drawl that comes out when he drinks--is that he's already three sheets to the wind and victory is assured.

And they are wrong. Every time.

Of course anybody who saw Duncan's first post to the network knows they're running a fucking scam, so uh. Let's hope nobody calls him out on it around the wrong sore loser, eh?]


[C. Choose your own adventure]

[Wildcard! Duncan can be found in and around the apartments, with a few forays out into the city to experience the local culture. He is also fluent in Spanish and makes himself available as a translator for anyone who needs assistance navigating the city.]

B

[wishedforbread]

"Almost feels like cheating, doesn't it?"

Though when he actually thought about it, he had to admit "Actually I guess it kind of is cheating, but I mean you can't help it if you can't get drunk, right?"

Mikazuki WAS three sheets to the wind at this point, as he lacked anything resembling a healing factor, but he was the kind of person who honestly wasn't that different drunk from how he was sober. Impulsive, free, and easy. "You think someone's going to try and beat us up at some point?" He asked with a nerve wracking lack of concern.

Overhead, Muu kept watch from her perch on a telephone wire. Or possibly she was just ignoring them. It was hard to tell with her.