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Atticus Quinn
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Location: Auditorium
Interactions: Seier (@Mars Walker) Kent (@Sanctus Albert (@SoulwroughtOfTerra), White (@Dao Ma)
Mentions: Mara (@rissa)
Interactions: Seier (@Mars Walker) Kent (@Sanctus Albert (@SoulwroughtOfTerra), White (@Dao Ma)
Mentions: Mara (@rissa)
Atticus looked at White as she approached, asking if he partied too hard. He scoffed, waving such an accusation away as he nodded his head towards the table where Seier and Mara still sat.
"Nah, ah mean yah should see her, she's a mess. Nah I ain't partied too much, more like," He paused, turning to yell at Seier, "She tossed me through a fuckin' shaky portal! Ya Scottish shlub!" He then lowered his voice once again to speak properly to White.
"And that there portal thing is prolly why," He sniffed the back of his hand, coughing and gagging lightly, "I smell like some fuckin moldy ass cumin."
Before he could confirm that he very much so wanted to get out of the place and take at least ten showers to get the multicolored goop off of him, he caught movement coming towards him. In the first few seconds he assumed it was another worried patron, and was about to wave him off, but he soon realized the look in his eyes. It was not friendly. Adrenaline started to pump, and temporarily give him a slightly more sober feel again. As the hand went for his throat, he heaved his weight against Kent to get out of the way, less than gently smacking the hand away from him, before tipping back to his original stance, much like a Bobo doll.
"Ay ay ay, what in the fuck you think you doin there chief? You gotta lot a shit wichoo ya think you can just go round doin that kinna shit." Despite the adrenaline, he was once again starting to revert into completely feeling the effects of the alcohol. Still being mostly supported by his newfound homeboy, he turned to look at Kent, gesturing at Albert.
"Look at him Kent my bo', he really thinks who he is." He paused for a moment, a concentrated frown appearing on his face, feeling his guts rumble something fierce. The motion sickness from the portal was getting to him. He looked back to Albert, pointing a finger at him.
"Now if ya don' wanno puke on ya shoes, maybe ya go see where ya gotta go, ya Coney Island whitefish lookin fuck. Mkay? Mkay." He looked back to White, giving her an affirmative nod.
"I would love nuttin more than to get outta here, cuz I don' even wanna know what that portal did tah me, but ah feel like absolute shit and I need at leas'... Eight showers."
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Matsui Yuka
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Location: Auditorium -> Her Lab
Interactions: Gabe (@Dao Ma), Nike (@The Red Sage), Yun (@ShiroKiyoshi)
Mentions: White (@Dao Ma)
Interactions: Gabe (@Dao Ma), Nike (@The Red Sage), Yun (@ShiroKiyoshi)
Mentions: White (@Dao Ma)
"That's a frog."
Just as Yun hopped off and held her hand out to Yuka, asking if she could stand, she heard the shouts of Gabe from nearby. He finally ran over to her, and with him and Yun, she stood, grabbing the woman's hand.
"Yeah yeah, Gabe I'm fine, okay?" She said, straightening her skirt. "Thanks Yun." She added, taking her hand from her. As he mentioned that they should wrap it up, she nodded.
"Nike, I agree, you've had your fun, time to go." She called over to the woman, before turning her attention to her android. She wasn't sure if she could hear Yuka from where she sat, but she'd try her hardest to get her to follow orders. She cupped her hands around her mouth to get more volume.
"Tomomi! Come here!" She yelled across the room. For a moment, she thought it might not work, but the android came to life, moving robotically towards Yuka, stopping in front of her. A small flutter of excitement coursed though her, knowing her receptors worked even in a loud room and far away.
"We're going back to the lab. I need to get out of these shoes. Gabe, come by tonight, we had plans and I want to get it over with." She looked over to Nike again, shaking her head slightly at the ridiculousness of the situation unfolding around them. "And if you don't see me there, you know where my room is at this point, right?" She looked sadly at all the free food she would be passing up, but she wanted to get out of the drama.
"Okay, Tomomi, follow me." She ordered her robot. "Thank you again Yun, you should help White I think. I'll be fine." She started off, giving a small smile and wave to Gabe as she left. She felt like she might have a mild concussion, and she did feel slightly dazed, but nothing she couldn't deal with. If it got worse she'd go see someone, but until then she just wouldn't sleep. Like usual.
Back at her lab, she sat down too hard in her office chair, nearly rolling across the room with how hard she sat down. She kicked off her heels, tossing them into the nearest corner. She looked over to a nearby cabinet and drawer where she kept some spare clothes, and scooted over in her chair.
"Tomomi, take off current clothing and return to your normal outfit." She ordered while she dug through the drawer, finding a pastel turquoise sports bra and some black sweat pants. She stood, taking off her dress, and slipping on the much more comfortable outfit. Tomomi managed to undress, which was a feat in and of itself and Yuka was just happy she didn't ruin the dress, and return to her normal outfit which was much more sterile looking, but Yuka made sure it was still fashionable.
"Tomomi, connect to charging stand and sleep." She told her, rummaging through another drawer for a small flashlight. She took a compact mirror, shining the light in her eyes. Her pupils constricted normally, so she wasn't worried about having a concussion. If she got worse, she'd go see White or something. Until then, she was ready to sit her ass back down and continue working on that little project she was told to do by the powers that be. That tracker wasn't going to build itself.