[milliways_bar; oom] 1776, Scene Two.
[ooc: Or, sort of scene two. It's obviously been modified. ;D]
After leaving Milliways with a bit of a stumble in his step, John Adams went home and got what he considered to be some desperately needed rest. He woke early the next morning with his brain thumping firmly against his skull, a rather unfortunate reminder of the night before.
He had to go find Franklin.
... did it have to be so bright out?
"Mr. Franklin was last seen sitting for his portrait, Mr. Adams."
John sighs and rolls his eyes, stomping with each step until he finally finds that damned renaissance man.
"Franklin," John says, "We need to talk."
"Not now, John. Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Franklin," John says, voice hushed. "Now."
"Oh, alright." With a wave of his hand, Ben dismisses the artist. "Come back in an hour, will you? Now, John, what's so important?"
As John opens his mouth, Ben cuts him off: "If this has anything to do with Congress --"
"No, no, Franklin, it's nothing to do with Congress. Here." After some fishing around in his coat pocket, John yanked out a little pack of matches with the name "Milliways" printed across it and handed it over.
Ben examines it closely, brows raising. "That's some fine printing work. Congratulations, John, now you can light a fire!"
With an annoyed huff, John snatches back the matches. "I was there last night. At Milliways."
"Never heard of it before."
"I know. It's some weird bar or something, and God, Franklin, you should have seen it! I was going into the State House, but when I opened the door... there was a flying rabbit and a Greek princess and this soldier from the future and I had breakfast with an Englishman --"
"John," Ben says, looking John over from the tops of his glasses. "Just how drunk were you last night?"
"I got drunk with the soldier," he says, feebly. "He said we were at war again."
The longer Ben stares skeptically at him, the more John wants to go bury himself alive. "You're right, nevermind."
"I think we're going to have to keep you away from the alcohol, John, mmm?"
"Damnit, Franklin, what are we going to do?"
"About what?"
"About Congress," John says, throwing his arms in the air. "We need to push for this resolution! Why won't they pass it?!"
"John," Ben says, examining the sky, "I think you're forgetting that no colony has ever tried to break away from its parent country before. This is new, uncharted territory! And besides," he adds, nonchalantly and with a smirk, "you're the most obnoxious and disliked man in Congress."
The twinkle in his eye is a telltale sign that he has An Idea!
"Alright, out with it, Franklin."
"Let someone else in Congress propose."
The idea, to John, is very offensive. It's his idea, damnit! "Never."
With a sigh, Franklin bends down to examine some flowers.
-- which, to John, is another telltale sign that he's hiding something.
"Why," John asks cautiously, "who'd you have in mind?"
"I don't know. I really haven't given it much thought."
As if on cue, the spazziest man in all of Congress enters.*
And enters again.*
... and that's that.
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After leaving Milliways with a bit of a stumble in his step, John Adams went home and got what he considered to be some desperately needed rest. He woke early the next morning with his brain thumping firmly against his skull, a rather unfortunate reminder of the night before.
He had to go find Franklin.
... did it have to be so bright out?
"Mr. Franklin was last seen sitting for his portrait, Mr. Adams."
John sighs and rolls his eyes, stomping with each step until he finally finds that damned renaissance man.
"Franklin," John says, "We need to talk."
"Not now, John. Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Franklin," John says, voice hushed. "Now."
"Oh, alright." With a wave of his hand, Ben dismisses the artist. "Come back in an hour, will you? Now, John, what's so important?"
As John opens his mouth, Ben cuts him off: "If this has anything to do with Congress --"
"No, no, Franklin, it's nothing to do with Congress. Here." After some fishing around in his coat pocket, John yanked out a little pack of matches with the name "Milliways" printed across it and handed it over.
Ben examines it closely, brows raising. "That's some fine printing work. Congratulations, John, now you can light a fire!"
With an annoyed huff, John snatches back the matches. "I was there last night. At Milliways."
"Never heard of it before."
"I know. It's some weird bar or something, and God, Franklin, you should have seen it! I was going into the State House, but when I opened the door... there was a flying rabbit and a Greek princess and this soldier from the future and I had breakfast with an Englishman --"
"John," Ben says, looking John over from the tops of his glasses. "Just how drunk were you last night?"
"I got drunk with the soldier," he says, feebly. "He said we were at war again."
The longer Ben stares skeptically at him, the more John wants to go bury himself alive. "You're right, nevermind."
"I think we're going to have to keep you away from the alcohol, John, mmm?"
"Damnit, Franklin, what are we going to do?"
"About what?"
"About Congress," John says, throwing his arms in the air. "We need to push for this resolution! Why won't they pass it?!"
"John," Ben says, examining the sky, "I think you're forgetting that no colony has ever tried to break away from its parent country before. This is new, uncharted territory! And besides," he adds, nonchalantly and with a smirk, "you're the most obnoxious and disliked man in Congress."
The twinkle in his eye is a telltale sign that he has An Idea!
"Alright, out with it, Franklin."
"Let someone else in Congress propose."
The idea, to John, is very offensive. It's his idea, damnit! "Never."
With a sigh, Franklin bends down to examine some flowers.
-- which, to John, is another telltale sign that he's hiding something.
"Why," John asks cautiously, "who'd you have in mind?"
"I don't know. I really haven't given it much thought."
As if on cue, the spazziest man in all of Congress enters.*
And enters again.*
... and that's that.
[* WATCH THE VIDEOS! :D]