It’s not the fault of good old whiskey

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Who: Everyone on Moira!
When: Through the whole month of August
Where: Mero Deck #25
What: the new speakeasy: Niels Bahr is finally ready and taking some customers
Warnings: General drunk shenanigans? Some underage kid drinking? Will update if necessary

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Comments

[redrust]

Never saw much of a point.

[Vengarl, on the other hand, is much more sober than he'd like to be.]

Wisdom was... not my forte.

[skelepun]

Kinda ironic, dontcha think? [Sans asks, perhaps a little too eager to make this particular observation.] Seeing that you're all brains.

[redrust]

Yes, well. At the time, I was far more brawn than brain.

[He would clarify that he used to have a body, but, well... This fellow is a skeleton. Surely he if anyone, would understand what it's like to have been human once?]

[skelepun]

[Surely Vengarl, if anyone, would be dead wrong on this point. But seeing as they are both people that humans might assume were dead at one point... well, there's a camaraderie there that goes both ways.]

Oh yeah? So this is a more recent development?

[He gestures to Vengarl's... all of him.]

[redrust]

Recent is... not the right word.

[Vengarl's got no idea how long it's been since this happened, but he's been sitting in the forest, watching saplings grow into trees. He's pretty sure it's been a long-ass time.]

It was a long time ago, but I did have a body, once.

[skelepun]

Hey, good for you. [And he means it.] Ever thought about getting it back? Or going for prosthetics or something?

[redrust]

Thought about it, yes. But in the end, even if such a thing were possible, I wouldn't want to do it.

[Which might not be the response most people expect, but he's... weirdly okay being like this.]

Perhaps a replacement, if I really must stay in this place, but if I'm ever to return home, then... I think I would be better off without it.

[skelepun]

Hey, man. Way to be good with yourself.

[He does cock his head to the side, though. Thinking.]

Gotta be hard to get around, though.

[redrust]

The key is to be content in one place. Back home, I sat in one spot for what must have been years. Decades, perhaps.

[A long-ass time, either way.]

The way I figure it, if someone wishes for me to be someplace, they can come and get me themselves.

[He's only here because Ava invited him, honestly. And even then, he suspects it was out of pity.]

[skelepun]

Very zen. I like it.

[He means that genuinely. It wasn't too far off from his own particular sentiment.]

But y'know, there are ways to get around that don't involve walking.

[redrust]

Oh, I've noticed. There are these black, flat disks that roam around. If you sit on one, it will carry you places.

[Roombas. He's talking about the roombas that roam the halls of the Moira.]

They go very slow, and I've yet to see anyone else small enough to sit on one, but they are an... interesting part of this ship.

[skelepun]

[Sans chuckles, mostly into his drink.]

Those little vacuums? [Not what he meant, but a far funnier version and thus a much better one.] Well, you're not short on ingenuity, pal, I'll give you that.

[redrust]

Is that what they're called? I've no idea how they work, but I cannot doubt the help they've given me.

[Even if they do tend to do a sweep of the whole room before carrying him somewhere else. Looking for more passengers, he can only assume.]

By the way, friend. I don't believe I got your name?

[skelepun]

Sans. [He bursts, hand jutting out in Vengarl's direction. You would think he might reconsider that, but he just continues to hold his hand out expectantly.] The skeleton.

Yours?

[redrust]

[He just looks down at the extended hand and stares at it for a few seconds. And then he looks back up, to meet Sans' eyes with his own.]

Vengarl of Forossa.

[skelepun]

[He keeps the hand out. The longer it stays there, the funnier it is to him.]

Can I call you Ven for short?

[redrust]

[S Q U I N T.

He can't tell if this guy is just being silly or making fun of him. Decades without social contact have made him kind of hazy on this fact. ]

...I prefer Vengarl, actually.