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themnemosyne2025-03-03 09:59 pm
plantussy) wrote in themnemosyne2025-03-03 09:59 pm
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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 doesn't avoid the splash. ]
Fuck, fuck, hold on!
[ He takes a quick scurry-step back away from the growing puddle, then drops to his knees so Saverem can get set down on the floor. Keep puking off to the side, please, and everybody pray that the smell doesn't flip Wolfwood's stomach too. ]
That shit is foul. ...No, keep going, it's poison. Get it all out.
[ Saverem's brother killed their mom? Is that true? Nobody knows better than Wolfwood the kinds of awful things family can do to one another, but...
Fuck it, he'll worry about it later. ]
C'mon, sunshine, you've got it. One more.
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S'rry...
[ He seems to have emptied the last of his stomach's content, a few dry-heaves and uncomfortable sounds the last sounds out of him before he's drunkenly passing out.
Don't worry, he's breathing. ]
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He'll carry Saverem's unconscious idiot ass the rest of the way to Medical, and then he's Baizhu's responsibility. Wolfwood's going to go take two showers, and they can pointedly not talk about this later.
...He might, though, make a stop (after his two showers) to talk with Rin about who has access to personnel files. ]
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