Cúrre (
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thisavrou_log2016-06-01 12:20 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- agents of shield: daisy johnson,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- dragon age: dorian pavus,
- frozen: elsa,
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mass effect: commander shepard,
- mass effect: nihlus kryik,
- mcu: james buchanan barnes,
- mcu: natasha romanoff,
- mcu: tony stark,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- metal gear: liquid snake,
- metal gear: solid snake,
- mushishi: ginko,
- original character: adrien arbuckal,
- persona 4: yu narukami,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: rey,
- the walking dead: carl grimes (crau),
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- uncharted: chloe frazer,
- uncharted: elena fisher,
- uncharted: nathan drake,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: charles xavier,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( june intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: June 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Collectives ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the vacation spot of the Collective.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!
When: June 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Collectives ASH3 - BF3 - CLF5
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the vacation spot of the Collective.
Warnings: None for now. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us."
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what a good looking bartender
She's already stolen clothing. Really nice clothing. So for a moment, she blends in, just a little, as if she hadn't just shown up 12 hours ago.
And that makes for a very good thing, doesn't it? Q-11 is tucked close to her ankles, almost wrapping protectively around her. He keeps watch of the world, while she focuses on the trails, zooming between the bar and the seats. A moment there, a moment gone, replaced by a silver-haired man.]
I'm not drunk enough to be imagining you, am I?
[Isha knows she's not. She's clear of mind, and she's been nursing this drink for a little while. Whoever or whatever he is, she has to know if he's a solid figure, and not some leftover of some neural pathway bullshit she couldn't even begin to understand. Technology is her forte, not medicine.
Oddly, though, her sunglasses are on. Indoors? At night? They could think whatever; she had the advantage of night vision.]
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[ And he has a second drink for her, even though she's been nursing that one. It's a guess, but Pietro pretends he's good at guessing. After all, he's pretending he's a good bartender--so why not? He's never even done any of this before. Hell, in America, he wouldn't even be legal to drink yet. ]
But if you are drunk, I don't think you're as drunk as some of the people who have been here for far longer than you, hnn? [ He glances over her arm, looking for a MID--he's fairly certain someone with a robotic dog would be from the ship, but he's not absolutely certain. ]
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No, I suppose not. But you'd never know, now would you?
[Part of her really doesn't want to drink it. What if it's drugged, or worse? Yet there's the inherent challenge here, the one that says it would take more than two drinks to make her fall to her knees. She's been doing this too long. He doesn't exactly seem harmless, but would he even be the sort to attempt anything of that nature?
In the end, her unrelenting nature wins.
So she knocks back half of the drink smoothly, staring him down. When she's done with that, she narrows her eyes behind her sunglasses, bringing up her metallic left hand.]
Looking for something?
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Would it work on someone like them? Someone with high metabolism? He thinks about it for a moment, and by the time he's done the girl before him is downing his drink. He lifts his brows. ]
Yes. To see if I made it correctly.
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[Now she cocks her head curiously, pushing back her sunglasses onto the top of her head. She pointedly tries to ignore the ebb of the pain shooting through her shoulder, yet it fails: there's a light spasm, one that she now tries to play off as if she's casually rolling her shoulders back.]
Didn't you try it yourself?
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Why would I do that? It's for you.
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[She's not keen on getting smashed either, but having a drink makes it easier to pretend, to observe and to blend in. So far, she's only seen the usual fare.
Outside of this one, of course.]
But enough about me. I'm more interested in you. Seeing as that we've both come to the conclusion that I'm not drunk enough, I'm forced to accept otherwise.
[She's not specifying which otherwise, because she's truly hoping of the otherwise options are among hallucination or dreams...]
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