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[ttlynotawizard]

Still have a little bit of cleanup to do, so I'll be spending most of the day at the bar. I'm sure some of you need a drink after all that. Some of you deserve one.

Someone I've been meaning to talk to...

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dammit why do i not have a "drinking" icon?

[electroniccrane]

Which bar?

[electroniccrane]

Well enough. He's my second for field operations. We've been partners for quite some time.

[Her internal sensors are asking her if she really intended to ingest that much alcohol so quickly. She dismisses the warnings and her metabolic processes shrug and get to work.]

"Needed him" how?

[ttlynotawizard]

[Ok, so they worked together. Good. He could trust her, just as he trusted Batou.]

We worked together to contain Erol. He helped plan and kept him captive for a while. He disappeared not long after Erol got out and...well...group hasn't been the same without him, really. We're kind of pathetic now. He'd hate what we've become. I hate what we've become.

[electroniccrane]

[It clicks into place. That's what Erol had been on about the other night.]

Erol is psychotic. Given how the ship is run, the only solution is to keep killing him until the system fails.

[She delivers that assessment with no more emotion than anything else she's said tonight.]

Who's "we?"

[ttlynotawizard]

[He nods in agreement.]

Batou and I came to that solution as well. The others...a woman named Capris and another from Erol's homeworld, Jak...Capris warmed up to the idea, but Jak is opposed to it. Jak's...

[Remy sighs and runs his hand through his hair once more]

Jak's a good guy. Too good. He has a long history with Erol and knows more about him and his workings than anyone, but...he's too good for this.

[electroniccrane]

How "good" is it to let others suffer because you don't want to dirty your hands?

[The ethanol is hitting the organic portions of her brain now, and the comfortable certainty that comes with being drunk is starting to nip at her consciousness. She throttles back her metabolism to stay buzzed rather than become rapidly plastered.]

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy shrugs]

Some people operate on the idea that if you kill a killer, that makes you just as bad as they are. But, I've definitely found that sometimes you have to kill people. If that makes me not "good" then I'm fine with it.

[electroniccrane]

Yes, some people serve society better by being removed from it.

We generally try to treat what's wrong with them--but sometimes it all ends with a bullet.

[ttlynotawizard]

Exactly my point, and I assume a bullet is a weapon. It's the only way to deal with someone like Erol. The only good to be done is to eliminate them.

[He motions to her glass]

You feeling it too much or would you like another?

[electroniccrane]

[...He doesn't know what bullets are. What kind of horrible, deprived world are you from, Whitecastle?]

Bullets are the projectiles fired from guns, the lack of which I assume you've heard other passengers complaining about.

Where I'm from, we could treat Erol's problems with drugs and cyberbrain augmentation, and make him a functioning member of society again.

[She looks at the glass and shrugs.]

It doesn't matter. I'm metering the dose of alcohol that makes it to my brain so I don't go from pleasantly drunk to falling over.

[ttlynotawizard]

Oh ok. Bullet is to gun like arrow is to bow. Got it.

[He knew what a gun was from the comic books he read. They were so useless against many of the heroes. And now he knew what those things were that fired from them.

He tilts his head as she continues to use words not in his vocabulary.]

Wish things were so simple here. Shame they aren't.

[He gives a little laugh as she describes her treatment of the alcohol]

Such is a fine line between pleasantly drunk and falling over. Wish I had the control over it that you apprently do.

[electroniccrane]

"Simple" isn't how I'd describe home. Problems tend to expand to fit the space available. ...For example, right now I'm fighting the slightly drunken urge to up my metabolism and get drunker. Which is not a problem I assume anyone else but Batou has on this ship.

[She chuckles.]

From the way you're reacting to me, I assume your home is very different from mine?

[ttlynotawizard]

Well nothing is ever truly simple it it?

[He chuckles in a similar fashion as his hand brushes through his hair again]

Yeah, pretty easy to tell, isn't it? Low-tech is how it's been described to me as.

[electroniccrane]

"What's a bullet?" did give me pause. Guns have been the primary weapon of warfare for almost 600 years where I'm from. What sort of technology do you have?

[She pushes the shotglass away.]

How about something I can sip and appreciate?

[ttlynotawizard]

[He laughs as he pulls the shotglass away from her and begins work on a Long Island iced tea. If what she said about her tolerance was true, it should be fine]

600 years? Wow. Weapons technology...I've heard a lot about crossbows, you know?

Anything else is well...really embarrassing to talk about. This is the first ship I've seen made of metal. And I don't think the refrigerators here operate on magic.

[electroniccrane]

Magic? We don't have that in my world.

[She watches him filling the glass, amused by just how much alcohol is going in. Bartenders who'd never served cyborgs before always did something like that.]