I Believe in Salt on the Rims of the Glasses.
Who: Gideon and his League: Matthew, Todd, and Lucas
When: Tonight!
Where: Some unspecified but undeniably swanky hotel bar.
Summary: Gideon invited all the member of his league to stay in one building. The building just so happens to have a bountifully-stocked bar. Gideon sucks at curbing himself-- it is time to unwind in the most shenanigan-filled way imaginable.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Language, alcohol abuse, the works.
Gideon had never really been particularly fond of any of the F3 trips. Of course it was always nice to get the illusion of being out of the Facility, but the only other one he'd ever visited was some bizarre psychic summer camp. And he wasn't really a great outdoorsman when it came right down to it. So being whisked away to a big city? Was a pleasant surprise--one he could definitely get behind.
Especially considering they pretty much got free reign over the place. Sure, they were a few whackjobs and criminals apparently running through the streets just like them, but Gideon hadn't come into contact with any of them. More than that, he seriously doubted there was a single one of them that could pose much of a threat to him even if they did decide they suddenly had beef. He had nothing to worry about.
And that was a really nice feeling--especially in light of the events of the past, and all the stress he'd been through at the Facility.
It was this particularly good mood that lead him down to the bar of the hotel he had picked out for them. Setting out drinks and calling the League down. The week would be over soon, and who knew what kind of twisted shit would start up tomorrow? He didn't want to think about it--and there was no better way to eliminate coherent thought than get staggeringly drunk.
Drinking alone kind of sucked, though. So he flipped open his faciliberry and sent a message to the people it concerned. If he knew the League as well as he thought he did, there was no way they would turn down this invite.
((OOC: Okay guys, go nuts. Start your own threads, tag each other, whatever you wanna do. Gideon will of course be dropping into whatever threads show up.))
When: Tonight!
Where: Some unspecified but undeniably swanky hotel bar.
Summary: Gideon invited all the member of his league to stay in one building. The building just so happens to have a bountifully-stocked bar. Gideon sucks at curbing himself-- it is time to unwind in the most shenanigan-filled way imaginable.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Language, alcohol abuse, the works.
Gideon had never really been particularly fond of any of the F3 trips. Of course it was always nice to get the illusion of being out of the Facility, but the only other one he'd ever visited was some bizarre psychic summer camp. And he wasn't really a great outdoorsman when it came right down to it. So being whisked away to a big city? Was a pleasant surprise--one he could definitely get behind.
Especially considering they pretty much got free reign over the place. Sure, they were a few whackjobs and criminals apparently running through the streets just like them, but Gideon hadn't come into contact with any of them. More than that, he seriously doubted there was a single one of them that could pose much of a threat to him even if they did decide they suddenly had beef. He had nothing to worry about.
And that was a really nice feeling--especially in light of the events of the past, and all the stress he'd been through at the Facility.
It was this particularly good mood that lead him down to the bar of the hotel he had picked out for them. Setting out drinks and calling the League down. The week would be over soon, and who knew what kind of twisted shit would start up tomorrow? He didn't want to think about it--and there was no better way to eliminate coherent thought than get staggeringly drunk.
Drinking alone kind of sucked, though. So he flipped open his faciliberry and sent a message to the people it concerned. If he knew the League as well as he thought he did, there was no way they would turn down this invite.
((OOC: Okay guys, go nuts. Start your own threads, tag each other, whatever you wanna do. Gideon will of course be dropping into whatever threads show up.))