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Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]

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Oh, yeah there used to be tons of stuff. Other cities and everything.

[he tips his head back to drain the last drops of his current drink, and then stays sagged back in his seat for a minute, like he's exhausted. the alcohol is just filling up his limbs with warm water and they feel heavy right now.]

...And I guess the wilderness got it all. And there was some wars and stuff. It was a long time ago.

How sad... how sad.

[It is sad. She stares into her own glass. At least there's a bit left in their bottle; she tops off her booze. Nel will have to take care of himself if he wants more, though.]

And you've never even seen the wall...

[with glazed eyes, he watches her mood begin to sink. and after a delayed bit of time, he pulls himself forward to lean on the table again.]

It's not sad. It's fine, really.

And what would I want to see the wall for?

[She glances up.]

You aren't curious about what's outside?

[Of course he isn't, of course. She can guess.]

[of course not. of course.]

Why would I? It's all trees and monsters.

Ah, that's a shame.

[She smiles and picks up her glass, takes the last gulp of it. A shame, but not a surprise. Then she tips her glass towards the bottle.]

Pour yourself the rest of that and drink up, little guy.

[he goes right for it, as soon as he's given permission. and her explicit instruction is the only thing keeping him from just drinking the last of it right from the bottle.

and with this one empty, his attention is immediately out and swimming through the sad excuse for a crowd.]

Maybe I have money left on my card. You think we could get more?

It's worth a shot. Why don't we see, eh?

[the sleepy weight is gone in an instant. he bounces away from it, leaving it behind in the seat as he pops up onto his feet.]

Do you want the same thing, or should we try something else?

...Man, I wish there was music, like, anywhere here.

Something new! [Music, shmusic. They don't use no goshdarn music when getting drunk at home. She starts to hoist herself up.]

You need me along?

It's okay!

[he's not going to bother her with that. and he's more than ready to bound off on looseboned legs.

which means he's just as likely to zoom right to the bar and back in no time at all, as he is to be never seen again.]

[SHE HAS THAT FEELING. So she ambles after him, doing her best to keep him in sight. Hearty little guy.]

[he wasn't kidding about elves having heartier systems than humans. it's most certainly the reason that he's in as good a shape as he is.

and once he's at the bar, the deliberation between him and the bartender over what to get and trying to figure out what he can afford and how to get this whole errand accomplished would be enough to distract anybody. it's probably a good thing she follows.]

[She follows him to the bar and parks herself there, leaning against the counter and observing Nel and all their surroundings with calm drunkness. She's feeling pretty good right now, really. Got to get this baby lamb home safe after their partying down.

This is a pretty shitty excuse for a party but eh. Ah well.

She's only gonna step in if Nel needs help. And one more bottle, then she's cutting the lil guy off - especially if she's supposed to pay for this one too.]

[he finally manages a transaction... though, maybe it would have been better if she'd stepped in, because the bottle he comes away with is filled with liquid of an unsavory yellow color.

and luckily she's right there, so his attention only wanders for a few seconds before he finds her. he holds up his trophy for her to see.]

--Tada!

[Ohhh boy. Well, it'll be an adventure.]

Good work! All right, let's sit, kid. [Tromping back to their booth. It's yet unclaimed. Theirs. It's theirs.]

[no one wants to sit by them anyway. they have their booth, as well as the few around them.]

This has bubbles in it, so I thought it'd be good... [as he struggles with opening the thing.]

Do you know exactly what it is?

[But she's game for a new experience. She'll be the man here and take the bottle from him to pop it open.]

[he'd paused in his struggles to look at the label when she'd asked, but he's not really reading it. more of staring at it without any work actually going on in his brain. so she's not interrupting anything when she takes it away from him.]

I don't know. Alcohol with bubbles in it.

[as if that really contributes any new information at all. once opens, it smells like unidentifiable citrus. candy and chemicals.]

Mmm...

[This is gonna be wild. She sniffs the... fumes... riding from the bottle's mouth, shrugs internally, and tops them box off.]

Well, we'll find out! Direct experimentation is the best way to learn!

Bubbles carry it right to your brain.

[just in case she wasn't aware of this important bit of trivia, and he's only moderately careful when he takes his first experimental sip. and the results make his eyes squint. it looks like it hurts him a little. but he smiles after.]

...It's pretty good!

[it's not, actually.]

[She laughs.]

Kiddo, you looked like those bubbles speared your brain.

[And then she tosses back a swallow. And gags a bit in the middle of it. Oh, wow, that's terrible.

But they bought it and now they have to drink it.]

It's not that bad...

[but he's laughing too much for that to be true, and watching her face makes it worse.

his shoulders keep shaking as he fights giggles through another gulp of the stuff. if she doesn't want to stomach much of it, he'll take on that burden himself.]

[She puts down her glass and watches him, grinning a little. Now he's acting like a kid. He's probably older than some of her soldiers... there's a chilling thought.

Well, at least the little guy has some joys in his life. He can drink down that bottle by himself for a while. She'll let him get well and truly shitfaced.]

[he wasn't kidding about his metabolism--it's an effort to get the little guy totally wasted. he drinks like someone three times his size without flinching, and he is sprinting hard for that goal.

staying still in his seat is a problem now. he's far too kinetic. maybe too far from another body. he wriggles, sits on his legs to prop himself up higher, leaning forward on the table.]

I can't believe there's no music here. Again. What is with these places, anyway?

...Doesn't anybody dance out here?