MASS INTERACTION LOG - 2

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: More event stuff
When: All day (and after)
Where: All around town
Summary: The Malnosso are testing their experiments still. Maybe they should just reuse the same test subjects in new ways? Well, who's it going to hurt? No one that matters.
Rating: Varies by thread
Shenanigans abound! Read the mod post for more info. This is an optional mass interaction post for people who don't want to make a post for their characters.

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[all7seas]

To Nature, and to the SEA! The sea what gives us freedom and comfort and all good things. [Jack is curious about how much this sage can actually stomach before going belly-up under the bar.]

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[Not much more, actually. Saleh drinks his bottle empty, and then gets up and starts stumbling towards the counter. He then falls against the counter, slowly slipping down to the floor.]

[all7seas]

Oh. That's how much. Oi! Saleh? Can you hear me, mate?

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[You'll have to give him a little while longer. He's still out cold on the floor.]

[all7seas]

[So Jack staggers over to the unconscious man and pulls him up.]

Oi----Saleh----you can't sleep there, mate. They frown upon it in this fine upscale establishment.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[He opens his eyes and lifts his head, but is still swaying.]

Jack...

[all7seas]

......Sage?

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

...I think I...I've had too much...

[all7seas]

Whereas I, on the other hand, know you've had too much. [But Jack pats the inebriated sage on the back and turns with him toward the door.] You'd best sleep it off. And water. Water helps.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[The sage drags his feet as he begins to move towards the door, wondering if he could even make it that far.]

[all7seas]

[Well, Jack has certainly carried others home from this bar. The last one was probably Vash, but who was keeping track?]

God's Wounds, you're in a sad shape, sage. The rum, it doesn't love you.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

Aye...but it was so...so good...

[They make it outside, and Saleh looks around wearily. It feels like it's going to be a long walk to his place...]

[all7seas]

It is. Rum's good. Erm...which way? [Jack stands swaying, holding Saleh up, and looking balefully at the snow.]

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[Raises his hand, pointing in a vague direction on the left.]

That way...

[all7seas]

[So the pirate drunkenly and obligingly half-carries the sage in the direction indicated.] Ever notice it's always colder the more drunk you get?

...

Actually, you probably haven't.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[He definitely hasn't, considering this is the first (and hopefully last) time he's gotten drunk. He couldn't feel anything right now, except for the heaviness in his stomach, and the painful pounding in his head.]

[all7seas]

Or sometimes it's drunker the more cold you get. [Jack frees up his flask at this observation and pauses to take a sip.] That's what Gibbs would say, anyway.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[Saleh is nearly hanging from Jack's shoulder now.]

I don't...I don't know...

[all7seas]

Gibbs: usually right about things like that. [Jack moves off again, dragging Saleh along with him.] Except when he's wrong about them.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

Mhm...

[A soft moan as they moved along. Whether it's a noise to acknowledge Jack's words, or a groan of discomfort, it's hard to tell.]

[all7seas]

Occasionally Gibbs reaches that mysterious middle ground where he's neither right nor wrong, and that gives us all pause. [Sparrow pluckily soldiers on, in spite of the apparent discomfort in his companion.]

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

[Looking up, Saleh could barely make out the destination, C5. Thankfully there were no mountains to climb.]

There...

[all7seas]

Right. You'd do well to build up your drinking stamina next time, Saleh lad. [Trudging with him toward that building now.] It's a lot more fun that way.

[mountain-sage.livejournal.com]

I see...

[It would be better if he didn't have to suffer like this afterwards.]

[As they enter the building, Saleh points weakly to his room.]

Five...

[all7seas]

Five, right. [There's a moment of struggle where Jack is trying to balance Saleh in an upright position and get the door opened for him.] I recall it from the night of the---[Spoons]----thing.