50th Hangover - Not Superman [Event!]

[heartstar_blues]

A) [Action | 950 Beulah Street]

[He's piling burnable things in the living room. Breaking apart furniture, the TV, you name it.

He's also stock piling his alcohol.]

Yeah, this'll last us.

[No, it won't. It's also likely to lead to disaster.

Housemate might want to help him or find a safer place to wait this out.]

B) [Action | A Snowbank in

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B

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Badou is doing what might be scavenging. What's that? Something's fallin-OH SHIT IT'S A DUDE. He sort of watches as he spirals into a snow bank practically next to him.]

Holy shit.

[Welp. Time to go check this shit out.]

Hello? Y'dead? [Okay not the best thing to ask a possibly unconscious man. Sort of moves over to roll The Captain over and out of the snow bank.]

B

[heartstar_blues]

[There's a groan... and then a fart.

Dead things didn't typically do that.]

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Badou makes a face at the universal sound of flatulence. It isn't the act that bothers him. It's what comes after. And like clock work...Oh christ that stench is nasty. What the hell did The Captain eat before crashing? The whole fucking bean farm? He just tries not to breath too much. It's really a futile attempt. ]

Oi. Wake up, dude. [Braving the stentch, he hazards an attempt to lightly pat the the captain on the face to wake him up.]

[heartstar_blues]

[Luckily, The Captain isn't in any condition to wake up flailing or violently.

He mutters something that sounds like ☠☠☠☠ before opening his eyes.]

What... what the ☠☠☠☠?

Why am I on the ground?

[answerer_sword]

[Bazett stares at the man chugging heavily from a whiskey bottle. She recognizes him as the man who had tried to help her with a doorbell.]

...What are you doing?

[heartstar_blues]

Trying... to keep... warm.

[Shivering like a fiend and drawing his icy trench coat tighter around himself.]

[answerer_sword]

Oh. Are you sure that this is the correct way to do it? Wearing more coats would seem easier and less likely to cause side effects.

[Against her better judgement, she pulls off her outermost coat and throws it at the man's face.]

[heartstar_blues]

[Barely catches it, his hand isn't working too well at the moment.

Luckily, it mostly is caught on his head.

He frowns and lobs it back.]

I'm not going t-t-to let a kid freeze to d-d-death over my ass.

I just need to get home, all snow covered houses look the same and I can't read signs.

[Gritting his teeth to not chatter them while talking.]

C

[brainneedsbeer]

[Aaron just to happens to run into the Captain on the streets of Mayfield.

Funny how that works.]

Is that alcohol...?

[Because he wants some if it is, predictably enough.]

C

[heartstar_blues]

Yeah, here.

It'll keep you warm. I bet you're not used to the cold are ya?

[The Best idea. Taking advice from The Captain.]

C

[brainneedsbeer]

Not at all. Robots do not feel cold, but I always knew that alcohol was special, at least.

[heartstar_blues]

Yeah, it's pretty amazing ☠☠☠☠.

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

Goodness! You appear to be imbibing the antifreeze of anatomy!

[Yup, it's another person on Cap'n's walk of shame. Only this guy is standing with his fists on his hips, peeking halfway out of a snowbank.]

[Also, he's grinning. And he's crosseyed.]

C

[heartstar_blues]

I don't know what the ☠☠☠☠ you just said....

But aren't your ☠☠☠☠ freezing off by now?

C

[monk_of_keyfu]

I assure you, my good man, my chestnuts are roasting on an open fire!

[... but he's standing in a waist-high snowbank. Maybe it's freezer burn.]

Re: C

[heartstar_blues]

[He shakes his head.]

Need any help?

C

[a_gentle_boy]

[It is quite cold.

Despite this, Lucas seems to not be too terribly affected by the temperature. Whether this is because of his PSI or because he has thick skin in general, he's calmly going down the street on his table looking out for people who might need help.

He squints a little as he peers down the street.]

...Mr. Captain?

C

[heartstar_blues]

[Waves a numb hand at Lucas as he forces himself to trudge through the snow.]

H-hey kid...

[His other hand pulls out his flask again, drinking for warmth.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[On Dasher on Dancer on Prancer on Vixen the table gallops forward quickly before Lucas jumps off.]

What're you doing outside like this? You look like you're half-frozen...!

[heartstar_blues]

[Yeah, probably more than half even.

Shivering like a fiend.]

Flight gave out, I'm kinda stuck w-walking.