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[cons]

[ when Wichita's video cuts on, it's clearly recording from somewhere on the bar, what with the wall of bottles behind her and the lights and the music going on in the background. her mask is off ( but nearby ), because she can't wear her fox face while also wearing her bartending sombrero because of the ears and- well, you understand. but she's got both hands on the bar, not because she needs to hold herself up, but because she wants to be leaning like this. damnit. ]

I'm bored, and this bar is pathetically empty, so here's what we're gonna do.

We're all gonna stop going out into the doomy unknown, and stop getting our asses kicked, and stop worrying about the next big Stupid Thing to ruin our lives- [ lol spoiler: her mask is already ruining her life, what with her paranoia skyrocketing and the recent seeing zombies thing. hence the whole practically living at the bar development. ] - and you're all going to come here, come hang out, have a few drinks, and freaking relax for a while. Alright? That's the plan. That's our next thing.

And it starts right now.

Get your asses down here and order a drink. Dance a little. Meet somebody new, make some stupid decisions that result in good times instead of space horror blahblah. Maybe have some fun, for once. Just an idea!

Unless you're like, under sixteen. Then your order is automatically a space Cola. Which tastes nothing like Coke or Pepsi. Sorry.


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[showbizpanache]

Hi!

[He slips into a seat next to John, straight-backed with his legs crossed as per usual, hands folded in his lap.]

How are you? Besides-- Programming tricks, that's what you said, right?

[theyalldieforme]

Yeah, I'm trying to figure something out. I'll manage.

[He pushes a drink Kurt's way]

I've been trying to have that take up all my time. Less time to think.

[showbizpanache]

Think about what? Besides, you know, everything. Creepy masks, werewolves... On second though forget I asked.

[He laughs a little at himself and accepts the drink, holding it with the tips of his fingers.]

What exactly are you working on?

[theyalldieforme]

I try not to think about werewolves.

[He just shrugs, but there's a smile there, and he settles back into what he's actually been doing]

Cameron worries? So I thought I'd try and program a locating beacon on our communicators. So she can find me if she gets nervous or something.

[showbizpanache]

You could really do something like that?

[theyalldieforme]

I've done stuff like that to my mom's cell phone back home, but that was easier, those networks are kind of easy to hack.

[But he's still working on it]

[showbizpanache]

Something like that could be really useful for everyone here. I really hope you can figure it out-- And I must say I'm very impressed.

[theyalldieforme]

[He perks up a little. People almost never say that.]

Yeah?

[showbizpanache]

Of course. I mean, I could never do something like that. I could barely figure out my laptop.

[theyalldieforme]

[Now he really is smiling, slightly.]

Computers are easy for me.

[showbizpanache]

It's your talent, then. And a very useful one, might I add. I mean, I'm talented, sure, but no one cares about vocal range or fashion expertise in a place like this. [He's smiling, clearly teasing himself.] You can actually really help people.

I admire that.

[theyalldieforme]

[He looks over, a little dubious for a second]

I don't know. Music helps people around here. I got you to wake up with it.

[showbizpanache]

[He looks down at his drink, blushing.]

Oh, yes. There was that.

[theyalldieforme]

Sorry. It was pretty bad.

[showbizpanache]

[He's still blushing, but he laughs a little.]

Only a little off-key. But I can teach you. In exchange for all the self-defense lessons maybe?

[theyalldieforme]

[He laughs, a genuine laugh, even though it doesn't last long]

Sure, you can teach me. Can't say I'll be that great a student.

[showbizpanache]

I'm sure you'll do just fine. You're multi-talented, after all.

[theyalldieforme]

I failed arts and crafts in the second grade.

[showbizpanache]

[SNORT.] You're kidding! I didn't know you could fail anything in second grade.

[theyalldieforme]

I made my foster mom a turkey out of macaroni that was an abomination to the art world.

[According to his teacher, anyway.]

[showbizpanache]

That sounds so cute, though.

[theyalldieforme]

[He laughs, just a touch]

Maybe.

[showbizpanache]

[A fond smile.]

Well, not everyone can be an artistic genius like me. It's all right. [He's clearly teasing.]

I still find you very impressive.