≈ Seventeen [audio/english+japanese open commentlog]

[kazeyotsutaete]

[Someone is down in Sergei's tonight (today?), the little girl robot having slipped behind the bar and started digging through the various alcohols the ship has provided

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[chopshopgoddess]

Wine, maybe? My mom loved red wine.

[kazeyotsutaete]

Wine? [There's the sound of bottles clinking as Roll goes a hunting.]

That's really fancy, Miss Mikaela.

[chopshopgoddess]

Sure! Like, if you're having a house party or something you bring a bottle of wine.

It is?

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[kazeyotsutaete]

Oh, this isn't for something like that though.

[more clinking of bottles.] Yeah? Isn't wine expensive?

haaa i should tag this [Nothing here]

[standardpackage]

[Roll getting alcohol? Interesting.

Jinx never thought that Roll would ever cave and get a drink. Though she did say gift... Roll, save yourself the heartbreak and don't even try. Mr.Stubborn-Pants isn't going to forgive you that easily.

Even if it's alcohol.

Delicious sweet alcohol.]

Silly kuki [commentlog]

[kazeyotsutaete]

[Oh Jinx, that line of thought is silly. Roll can't get drunk.

And it's delicious japanese whiskey, that she is carrying all the way from Sergei's to your room.

Oh and she's kicking Jinx's door, lightly, as a way of knocking since her hand is full of said alcohol.]

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[standardpackage]

[Jinx is sitting at his desk attempting to construct something--anything-- that will explode with the power of yellow eco.

Damn ship doesn't have any.

He's finally to the important part, one of the steps that demands the most concentration: configuring the sensitivity and stabilization. Of course, Jinx is going to be in his own little world when Roll suddenly kicks his door.

He jumps, falling off that slippery chair.]

What?

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[kazeyotsutaete]

[Roll would totally apologize if she had knew she was interrupting something important, unfortunately she does not know that.]

Um... Delivery!

[That came out horribly awkward sounding.]