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[mindgooshed]

Scorpio;
➣ You will be eaten by coyotes.
➣ Face facts, you are a hilarious drunk.
➣ Tell that person you love them. You know who we're talking about. Wait! No, not him! Stop you fool!
➣ While you were away from home, a stranger showered in your bathroom.

ACTION; FRIDAY

[ yeah so after kicking some spider ass (and saving his partner from certain, unsavory death), barnaby's back out for the day, not wasting any time, and heading off toward the battle dome. it's a decent walk from community housing 1, but hey, he could use a nice relaxing walk after all that. uh. spider action..

too bad he never makes it to the dome. because yeah, those woods all around it? who know they were full of coyotes. ravenous, bloodthirsty, maneating coyotes. and here's barnaby without his powers, because he just wasted them rescuing his partner. so by the time he stumbles out of the woods and onto the path again .. he's kind of in bad shape. you know, bleeding, torn, bruised, bitten, his left arm hanging limp and useless.

today is kind of a bad day. ]

FRIDAY NIGHT/SATURDAY/SUNDAY

[ maybe it was the spiders. maybe the coyotes. who knows. but barnaby is compelled to drink. and drink. and drink.

so you can find him at any number of bars, complete with bandages and sling, getting drunk and laughing and smiling and generally being goofy and stumbling and being not at all himself. that little voice in the back of his head is pleading with him to stop this madness but it's somehow completely dwarfed by the irresistible urge to just keep drinking. his poor liver.

anyway by sunday night he's. really pretty awful. someone please force him to go home. ]


[ ooc; lmao SO YEAH feel free to stumble upon him any time. after being eaten by wild coyotes, sometime in a bar, or on the street between bars, or wherever. or if you, you know, want to be the stranger in his shower GO FOR IT this is all cool.

also he'll be completely unavailable from sunday night until like .. wednesday. recovering. so unless you beat his door down he'll be pretty much out of commission lmao. ]

Comments

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ well, drunk or not, he's still a rational guy! okay he's just gonna tuck those rapped bottles under his arm and slide out of his barstool

and promptly fall onto the floor oops. ]

[i_am_not_cute]

[Pao-lin manages to step up in time to prevent him from completely wiping out, but he's nearly an entire foot taller than her, so it's not like she can princess carry the guy. She carefully helps him to his feet before crouching to pick up the wine bottles he dropped when he fell, which miraculously are both unbroken. She eyes the label on one of them. Why do grownups drink this stuff?]

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ kids just don't understand.

anyway, normally barnaby would probably flush bright red and apologize profusely and generally be intensely embarrassed but for some reason none of these things are happening, and he's actually laughing about it wow. ]

Oh .. th-thank you .. [ heeheehee. ]

[i_am_not_cute]

It's no problem. [So weird seeing the former King of Heroes like this.] I'll hold onto this for now, to make it easier on you. Where do you live?

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ hey it's not like he's turning into an alcoholic or anything okay. once this weekend passes he probably isn't going to drink for like. months. ugh.

anyway OKAY he is standing like a normal person now. and walking. well, kind of stumbling, but not falling. and once they're outside and the chilly air blasts his face, he feels more alert. ]

.. Ahh, um, community housing one.

[i_am_not_cute]

[Easy enough -- even in the dark, Pao-lin can spot the outlines of CH1 right across the river.]

All right, then.

[She matches his pace, with one arm cradling the bottle of wine and the other arm holding...well, nothing, but she's keeping a good eye on Barnaby in case he ends up falling again.]

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ no it's totally cool he won't fall again now that he's on his feet. he'll just .. stumble. and shuffle. god, his poor dignity.

but hey they're on the way at least, right. ]

Kids .. kids shoulded'nt be in bars, you know.

[i_am_not_cute]

It's okay -- there isn't an age limit here in Luceti. I just go there for the milkshakes.

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

No age restriction? .. Really?

[i_am_not_cute]

[She nods, though Barnaby might not be able to see it in the dark of night. And, erm, being drunk.]

One of the bartenders told me it was hard to put an age limit on drinks since everyone here is from different worlds. So it's easier to just let everyone come in.

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ normally he'd have a lot to say about just how ridiculous that is, but he's not really coherent enough to form a truly workable argument. so instead, he just says: ]

Well that's .. dumb.

[ hic. ]

[i_am_not_cute]

Hmm...now that I think about it...there aren't a lot of real "rules" in Luceti. No laws you can break, technically, not like back in Sternbild where you can get arrested for something. So I guess it makes sense that there wouldn't be any real rules for a bar here. [It was really rather surprising, now that she's thinking about it, that there doesn't seem to be any sort of police force or set of laws in Luceti, but everyone got on more or less fine. It isn't mindless chaos in the village outside of experiment times.]

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ .. man he is judging this place so hard. barnaby likes rules. ]

It's a wonder everyone isn't dead.

[i_am_not_cute]

[She shrugs.]

I guess it's just easier to "live and let live", right?

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

Easier doesn't mean right.

Regardless, it doesn't really matter. It is what it is.

[i_am_not_cute]

Yeah...

[hay 'sup CH1, you are looking so fine in the darkness tonight. Or something.]

Do you want help getting inside, too? [If he lives on the top floor like she does, those stairs might wipe him out...]

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ NO HE HAS DESTROYED ENOUGH OF HIS DIGNITY BEFORE YOUR EYES FOR ONE NIGHT and he's only on the third floor anyways. barnaby straightens, and smooths a hand through his hair. ]

I'll be fine, thank you.

[ he'll have those bottles back, though. ]

[i_am_not_cute]

[HERE HAVE YOUR SMELLY BOTTLES, BOOZE-A-BY.]

All right, then -- I'll see you later. 'Bye!

[And she turns to head back to her own place.]

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ HEY MAN THEY SMELL FINE.

oh, uh, wait .. barnaby turns. ]

Goodnight. [ pause. ] And thank you.



[ AND THEN HE'S WALKING AWAY so cool. ]