accidental video:

[charring]

[Fuck sand. Fuck the sun. Fuck the heat. Fuck the biting cold that came at night. Fuck eating Charlie-fried critters that people can’t identify. Fuck Eames. Fuck Eames smelly armpits. Fuck being tied to robots by Eames. Fuck Eames and his knowledge of knots. And fuck Eames’ snoring.
This was a combination of thoughts had by Ariadne and Charlie and both girls had decided, sometime around 7 PM, that they needed to get out of their respective residences and into a bar somewhere. As per their usual ‘oh-god-that-curse-was-shit’ routine.
They had a specific bar in mind. One with a Karaoke night and their favorite singer whose name they didn’t actually know. They dubbed him Karaoke Adam ages ago, the name stuck and Charlie and Ariadne were his biggest fans.
Considering they hadn’t seen him since before the desert bullshit, they were concerned and felt it necessary to make sure Adam survived.
The video feed kicks on at about midnight, unbeknownst to the two now-inebriated girls, and overheard is Charlie whispering loudly--]

--pretty sure those aren’t the lyrics.
[There’s no visual on the girls yet. Just a row of drinks in various colors and in varying degrees of consumed. And the girls are sorting them by color. In the background, someone singing ‘Hey, Jude.’ Horribly.
Ariadne speaks.]
I’m telling you, Charlie. That’s puce. I’m an architect. I know these things.

Okay, okay.
[The puce drink gets picked up, it’s gone for a moment and then it’s set back down. Half gone. And now Charlie speaks.]
Oh. Shit. I messed it up. We…we need another puce one. And an orange. [A pause.] That’s the weirdest shade of orange I’ve ever seen. You should…you should make it your life goal to get another puce. And an orange one that’s actually orange otherwise this rainbow is just going to look all wrong.

This is a good goal. I’ll go do that. [Ariadne stands, the video shuffling and it’s now pointed at both girls who look about how they did during that one curse on the 3rd. Hey, when that’s all you have left in clothes and you haven’t been shopping yet, it’s okay to wear corset tops and matching pants and heels again. And okay to do your hair. Because they need this. Charlie spots something on the stage and flails, grabbing at Ariadne’s arm excitedly and missing a few times.]
Sit. Sit, Ariadne! Sit!

What? I thought I had to get---
[Charlie points at the stage, still grinning, and Ariadne looks. Both girls faces light up and they say simultaneously;] It’s Adam!

[And both girls rest their elbows on the table, their chin in their hands and sit with the biggest smiles on their faces, eyes only just a bit unfocused as someone sings on stage.]

[ooc: so...both girls are hammered as hell. and will threadjack the hell out of each other. fair warning. and feel free to threadjack them in return! charlie is red. aria is orange.]

Comments

[saidrepent]

Looks like you've both recovered.

[boutant]

[ Oh hi Raymond. Have some waving. ]

If not, we'll be recovered after tonight.

[saidrepent]

After your hangover, you mean.

[charring]

Attempting to. This is the best way. [Speaking so carefully because slurred speech is awful.]

[saidrepent]

Well, it's certainly not the worst way.

action;

[boutant]

[ Karaoke Adam deserves respect -- other than his made-up name, since neither of the young ladies know what it actually is -- and so Ariadne's mostly quiet while he sings. Once he's offstage and they've cheered, however, it's back to chatting with Charlie, puce drink forgotten. ]

He's still got it.

action:

[charring]

He will always have it. [Charlie stood up to applaud Adam. Because that's what people should do. Applaud Adam.] I'm so happy he's here.

[boutant]

Me too. I'm happy we're here. [ No more sand, no more glass, just people singing badly and alcohol. ]

[wouldnotkindly]

Uh. [Jack...really isn't sure what to make of all this.] You're wearing that outfit again?

[charring]

Everything else turned to sand. Or at least...[There's a bright blue drink with a cherry and pineapple in Charlie's hand and she's taking a drink of it.] In my case it did. I dunno about Aria.

[wouldnotkindly]

Oh. [He honestly wasn't expecting an answer from her.] That sounds...pretty bad.

[boutant]

I left the fishnets behind, but I like the dress. [ Jack, you walk around in a dorky sweater, you can't even talk. ]

[socoolbrewster]

[Ed is just smiiiiiiiiirking like a smirking thing. Why are drunk people always so amusing?]

Doing your best girls gone wild impression?

[Ed. What. No. WHY DO YOU SPEAK THESE THINGS.]

[charring]

No. Hardly. That requires flashing my boobs and I just got them comfortable in the corset.


[FUCKING CHRIST CHARLIE SHUT THE HELL UP OH MY GOD]

[boutant]

[ There is a finger waggle in the camera. Considering her current lack of coordination, it looks more like she's trying to write something in cursive in the air. ]

Do people even watch that anymore? I thought everyone got their porn online now.

[punchedhitler]

...oh.

[boutant]

Oh? Oh what?

[ Enlighten her, Steve. ]

[charring]

Hi, Steve. That wasn't an unhappy 'oh', was it?

wow fuck you guys!!!

[signatures]

I'm not even sure what to say about this. There are just so many things.

LOVE YOU

[boutant]

Go away, you're interrupting.

Aria was the one mad at Eames. Charlie gives no fucks.

[charring]

Did you hear that horrifying rendition of Billie Jean?

action;

[minigolfandsushi]

[There comes a point where the need for booze outweighs the need to hide from vampires, which is why Peter is out in a bar tonight, getting completely hammered.

He catches sight of the fire girl and makes his way over.]

WELL IF IT ISN'T THE GIRL ON FIRE!

[boutant]

[ Squint. ]

... Those aren't the lyrics.

Re: action;

[charring]

[She's organizing Jello Shots, Peter. They're rainbow colored. Some are layered. This completely fucks things up.] That's red and blue and green and I don't know where it goes.

[At the voice, she looks up and grins and waves.] Hi! Hello! Sit down and help us figure this out. We're making a rainbow but the drinks keep vanishing.

[Because you two drink them all. Charlie. Are you even paying attention anymore?]

action;

[anunluckypenny]

[What's Penny even doing at a bar? Partying! Well. Drinking. A shirley temple. It's kind of like partying.

Upon hearing something about a girl on fire, Penny does what any sensible person would do: look for a girl on fire. All she sees is that guy who was getting incredibly drunk in the desert.

Hopefully he doesn't see her.]