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[encryptedlock]

[The castle has really got to stop with this turning York into a toy business. It's starting to get annoying.]

[Filtered away from anyone who would use this information for harm]

What the hell is everyone talking about? Did something happen? I've been, uh, out of it for a couple weeks. Anyone mind giving me a hand here?


[Carolina]

Hey. Sorry about that. You okay?



((ooc: Since the distress call was over the radio, it didn't get recorded on the journals so what expedition?))

Comments

[i_got_this]

Ugh, really? Someone should start a daycare. [She finishes off her beer as the shots arrive, then pushes one towards York and takes the other for herself.]

Who else is going?

[encryptedlock]

I think kids actually outnumber adults here, so it might be hard to enforce.

[He takes the shot and sighs happily, eyes watering just a little bit. Good stuff.]

The usual suspects - Ino, the Doctor, Percy, probably Allen. From our group, only Carolina so far.

[i_got_this]

[She nods; that's two from her house.]

You're probably the only one willing to travel with her.

[She orders a couple more shots.]

[encryptedlock]

That's--huh. Yeah, maybe. [Depressing is what that is. York gets kind of a frustrated look on his face.]

How far the mighty have fallen.

[i_got_this]

Hey,

[She nudges him forcefully with her arm. She would have smacked him, but he's in armor and she's not keen on breaking bones. She hands him another shot.]

Shut up and drink up. You gotta painful ride coming up so might as well enjoy tonight, yeah?

[She lifts her shotglass in a toast.]

[encryptedlock]

[York snickers and takes a tiny sip of the shot to make sure it's not going to kill him.]

Yes, Mom.

[And downs it. Okay, now he might be starting to feel it a little.]

So? How'd things go with you the last few weeks?

[i_got_this]

They went. [Downing hers, slamming the shotglass upside down on the counter and ordering another round.] Next question; boxers or briefs?

[She was turning this into a game, in part to steer the conversation away from her.]

[encryptedlock]

What? I'm not telling you that!

[But he grins. Maybe--]

But I can tell you I own both a Speedo and a pair of regular swim trunks. Close enough?

[i_got_this]

I remember the speedo. [She tilts the shotglass at him with a glint in her eye. The annoyingly green one, right?]

Now come on, ask me a question.

[encryptedlock]

[York smirks. Yeah, he thought she might.]

Let's see.

[He orders a beer this time so he can drink it a little more slowly.]

Did you get to choose purple and green, or was it chosen for you?

[i_got_this]

[Hard to ignore a color that hideous, especially paired with the nonexistance of coverage for a speedo.]

[She hefts a sigh and throws her shot back, frowning. Leave it to him to ask the awkward shit.] What do you think?

[encryptedlock]

Well, it matches your eyeshadow, so I wasn't sure.

[How is that more awkward than asking about underwear? Only South could say.]

[i_got_this]

[There's just something more invasive to her about bearing her soul than bearing her body.] Yeah well you're wearing -- [She gives a half-wave at his armor,] damn, what is that color?

[Again, deflecting.]

[encryptedlock]

It's goldenrod and steel, of course. Or "tan", if you can't remember goldenrod. Blends in with a lot of environments, actually.

[Yeah, with someone as open as York, he doesn't really see what's awkward about color choice.]

[i_got_this]

Like bars?

[That's because York's armor color probably didn't hinge on having a twin brother as well that people were going to want to match him with.]

So come on, ask me a good question.

[encryptedlock]

Nah.

[No, no it didn't. But even so, why purple and green? This is going to haunt him.]

Uh. Let's see. Dark beer or light beer?

[i_got_this]

Dark, usually. Always in the mood for whatever, though. [Case in point ordering a daft and telling the bartender to 'surprise her'.]

So ... what's your favorite thing about living in a magic castle?

[encryptedlock]

That's easy. Real food every day.

[He's had too many MREs, okay? You can't come from a town with as many restaurants as New York and be satisfied with freeze-dried space crap forever.]

Buffet or gourmet, speaking of food?

[i_got_this]

Buffet, hell yeah! Fuck thoe pea-sized fancy dishes. I'll take a plate-full of sub-par chicken anyday 'cause it gets the job done.

[Bartender brings her back a dark ale and she takes a long drink.] Dogs or cats?

[encryptedlock]

[He snorts a little and drinks some more of his own beer.]

I can't really say I prefer either one - fur gets into my armor. Besides, if I pick the one that some of my friends turn into, it'll offend some of my other friends. I had a parrot for a while, though. That was kind of cool.

[Well, and Delta had been a parrot for a while, before he'd taken care of the Doctor's bird.]

Steak or lobster?

[...Maybe he needs to order some bar snacks.]

[i_got_this]

[Yeah, probably. She's getting a little flushed in the cheeks and leaning in a little closer.]

[She laughs,] Man I can't pick both? Steak, then. Nothing beats a good porterhouse. Rare.

You, same question.

[encryptedlock]

[York's answer is immediate and unthinking.]

New York Strip, medium.

[And then he blinks.]

I think I must be hungry. Nachos or fries, and I mean in an "order right now" kind of way?

[i_got_this]

Ha, of course you'd pick a New York-something.

Oh, uh ... nachos. Nachos sound great. [She leans over too nudge his shoulder with hers, then focuses on her beer.]

[encryptedlock]

It is the best. [He grins and waves a waitress over to order them some nachos.]

Your turn, by the way.

[i_got_this]

Okay, uh ... lemme think ... [She looks up and stares off into space for a moment.] How about ... country or rap?