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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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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?

I guess not! I don't see anyone in here dancing. [She raises an eyebrow at him, watching him bounce around. She's drinking to get mellower, and he's getting more keyed up. How funny...

She really shouldn't suggest that he try and get the party started, should she?]

Kiddo, you look set to tear open your own skin.

Ha, yeah... I can't help it.

[he only drums up half of the bashful look he'd put on before. too tipsy for much of a pretense.]

I've been sitting still for too long. [his head lolls forward dramatically with the word, weight held up on shoulders and braced elbows.]

You're gonna puke if you hop around too much after this.

[Ha, it's cute. Watching those pretenses slip. He's just a snippet of a little flittering bird anyway.]

I'll be fine.

[whatever his definition of that word is.]

And hey... what about you? I had no idea you drank like this.

Ahhh! I do it every now and again. It's a good relaxer. [She shrugs.]

I suppose, especially here, I'm not on the job all the time. So I'll manage myself, don't worry.

Are you getting bored of this bar?

[his ears literally perk up.]

Why? Do you have an idea of somewhere else we can go?

Not fun places... I think they're all mostly the same.

[Aw, that ear perking is precious.]

I was gonna walk you home.

Home?

[he almost looks confused for a second there. until... right. the ships.]

It's still early, though.

[which is also only a guess. it feels early. everything is bright here, all the time.]

I don't think so. And you're hitting the bottle pretty hard.

[She takes the opportunity to reach over and snatch up their awful champagne concoction, and pours herself a share.]

We both are...

Do you want to go home?

I wanna finish this bottle first and then see.

Deal!

[give him some more of that.]

I really want to dance. Do you like dancing?

Not much, haha! I do it when I have to. [She's quite sure they have DIFFERENT ideas of dancing... but bloop there it is.]

What kind do you mean?

Like when you go drinking and dancing. Like at clubs and stuff.

[yeah, slightly different.]

I don't think we have those. Usually if I'm called to dance... it's, ah, for a formal party of some kind.

Oh, yeah that's lame.

You've never been dancing for real? Where everyone's like--

[and of course this is where he straightens up to give a little caricature mime of dancing, arms in the air like he just don't care.]

And the music's like vwoom vwoom vwoom, and everybody's wasted and having fun?

-- Is that real dancing? [But she says it playfully, and her eyes gleam in amusement. She's chuckling.]

I'm not sure that exists at home. I've never heard of music like that either. [And people only wave their arms in that manner if they're in front of a firing squad.]

Yeah, it's real dancing! It's great.

[he continues to bop in his seat a little, hamming it up, pretending for all the world that there's music playing.]

It's great for expending energy and forgetting stuff for a while. I bet you'd love it.

[He's keeping her laughing, so he can feel good about himself. Small laughs but real, as she props her chin on her hand and watches him get groovy. At least he has some joy in his life.]

Things like that sure have their place. I can tell you love it.

[he does feel good about himself. he can be the clown as much as he can be anything else. he does take a break though to drink some more, though.]

I do. Sitting still is hard to do at night, you know?

[sure a lot of that is because of a certain drug habit, but what are you gonna do.]

You need to run around during the day more, then. I never have trouble sleeping...

[Not entirely true, but he doesn't need to know - and wouldn't begin to grasp - the grim situation everyone's in at home. And besides, she usually is so exhausted she just falls into bed like that.

She drinks too.]

That's hard, though.

[he wavers a little, drooping, but it's mostly a drunken display of melodrama.]

I'm getting better, buuuuut... I'm still not used to being up during the day, like, at all.