Vash 🌿 The Stampede (
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Potatoes?
CHARACTERS: Vash & You
TIME: Today
LOCATION: Mess Hall
WARNINGS: Alcohol and being blackout drunk
[ There's a bit of a mess in the cafeteria, and the mess is named Vash Saverem. Slumped over the table like an oversized toddler, the engineer is clutching a pail like it's the most important item in the world.
Whatever is in it smells awful. Like straight up death and dumb ideas. Trying to grow potatoes from synthesized ones was one horrible mistake, and trying to ferment them into alcohol an even worse one. How he's even managed to drink himself stupid on it without throwing it up from the taste alone is impressive.
He just - he needed to get that image out of his brain by any means possible. His twin, filling the sky with blades, slicing through stone like it was butter. His laughter. So yeah, he might have been binge-drinking from a pail of cloudy death vodka.
...the only redeeming quality in this pathetic display is the P-HYMN-1.A on the table next to him, showing acceptable levels of methanol. He'll live, but he'll be wishing he didn't when the terrible moonshine has run its course. ]
TIME: Today
LOCATION: Mess Hall
WARNINGS: Alcohol and being blackout drunk
[ There's a bit of a mess in the cafeteria, and the mess is named Vash Saverem. Slumped over the table like an oversized toddler, the engineer is clutching a pail like it's the most important item in the world.
Whatever is in it smells awful. Like straight up death and dumb ideas. Trying to grow potatoes from synthesized ones was one horrible mistake, and trying to ferment them into alcohol an even worse one. How he's even managed to drink himself stupid on it without throwing it up from the taste alone is impressive.
He just - he needed to get that image out of his brain by any means possible. His twin, filling the sky with blades, slicing through stone like it was butter. His laughter. So yeah, he might have been binge-drinking from a pail of cloudy death vodka.
...the only redeeming quality in this pathetic display is the P-HYMN-1.A on the table next to him, showing acceptable levels of methanol. He'll live, but he'll be wishing he didn't when the terrible moonshine has run its course. ]
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[ He can barely move, so said 'vomiting profusely' has to happen on the cafeteria floor. Sorry, little cleaning bots.
Vash is already regretting this. ]
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Hilbert takes a few steps away from Vash but makes ABSOLUTELY NO ATTEMPT to help him or clean up his barf.
Suffer, buddy. This is your own fault. ]
What were you trying to forget anyway?
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...they're gonna need a cleanup themselves after this. ]
I have... I have a brother. I saw him...h'killed a whole town. A million blades. Swoosh.
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This is one of those retrieved memories, yes? One of those memories that we are unsure if they are real or not.
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[ It should have been like a fever dream, seeing the sky fill with blades - but a part of him was so terrified because it felt so real ]
I don't want to remember it.
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You will remember it. What you want does not matter. Question now is, what will you do next?
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[ Vash drunkenly half-mumbles with a tired sigh. He just has to live with the images, knowing that in whatever strange place these memories comes from, his brother is still so lost. ]
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[ Is it blunt? Yes. Is it cold? Yes. Is it true? Also yes. ]
What you can do is pull yourself together. You cannot change memory, you cannot change what may or may not happen. Only move forward.
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...and with it, whatever the hell is going on with these memories and changes. ]
I know. I... I know.
[ He's so tired. Those floaty blobs really showed him how messed up he really is when the pain and anxiety went away, and now this. ]
...any chance you can leave this off any logs? [ It takes him some time to get his words together, but he's at least making sentences? ] I don't want my parents to read how bad things got if they somehow get my records one day.
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If this happens again, will have to make note. But one instance of unreliability and poor decisions does not need to be noted.
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Thanks doc. Love you.
[ He's so lucky he won't remember most of this. ]
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You are very drunk. Sober up soon.
[ And he's just gonna turn to leave. Otherwise, Vash might start doing things like giving him compliments? Ew? ]
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...you'll probably have an engineer begging for some pain pills and hydration tomorrow. ]