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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?))

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[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?

[encryptedlock]

[York looks mildly horrified. at the choice.]

What, no rock and roll? Come on, that's like asking if I'd rather eat slugs or snails.

Dragons or unicorns?

[i_got_this]

Hey, no fair; you didn't answer my question! Rap or country?

And fuck yeah dragons, unicorns can suck it.

[encryptedlock]

[York groans dramatically and rolls his eyes.]

Fine. Rap, I guess. But I assure you that neither of them is allowed on my iPod. [He doesn't want Gary to get any ideas, after all.

Fortunately, the nachos seem to be on their way. Om nom nom.]

[i_got_this]

[South laughs at him, and digs into the nachos before replying.]

So, who're these people you're all rushing off to save?

[encryptedlock]

[He shrugs, munching on some nachos.]

Beats me. Bunch of First Gens, sounds like. I didn't hear the actual broadcast.

[i_got_this]

What them? Aren't they they bad guys?

[encryptedlock]

[He snorts.] Some of them are assholes, but believe me, the bug aliens who massacre people are the bad guys in this scenario.

[i_got_this]

You think helping them is going to make them any happier with us?

[encryptedlock]

A lot more so than doing nothing would. I mean, maybe. It's worth a shot.

Also, if they wipe out a town less than sixty miles from the border, they could very well come here next, and they're freaky enough without technology or powers.

[i_got_this]

Yeah okay, point. Just hope they don't blow your heads up once the bugs are gone. [She props her arm on the bar and sets her head on her hand and looks at him, a little glassy-eyed with drink.]

[encryptedlock]

You know, I kind of hope that all the time.

[He grins over to see her like that. Honey, how many shots did you do before he got here?]

[i_got_this]

[Not exactly a good move there, York, she's misinterpreting that grin and edging a little closer.]

Carolina's such a twat.

[And then she tips up and forward, in her mind moving in for a passionate kiss. In reality it's more a stumble and a fishface.]

[encryptedlock]

[York blinks at her apparent nonsequitor and is thus completely unprepared when she leans forward and--she gets a lucky bit in before he pulls back and sputters.]

South!

[i_got_this]

[She frowns at him, annoyed. That was totally hot and romantic!]

Oh come on, I bet she's not even putting out!

[Also it's either lean against York or fall out of her chair so it's less clinging for emotional support and more clinging to stay upright.]

[encryptedlock]

[Oh man, she's really drunk, isn't she? York somewhat gently supports her but tries to find her eyes so she knows he's talking directly to her.]

South. That's not what this is about. Now I like you, I really do, but as a friend. All right?

[i_got_this]

[Yeah all those shots sort of hit her at once.]

Yeah-I know, but sometimes friends do stuff too. 'Specially when there aren't any not-friends to do stuff with.

[encryptedlock]

I know. But you're going to have to find a different friend to do it with. Okay?

[He tries to break it to her as gently as possible, but--it's just not going to happen. Poor South.]

[i_got_this]

[She scowls and turns her attention back to leaning on the bar.]

Geez, excuse me for wanting to diversify.

[encryptedlock]

[He gives her a bit of a hug-squeeze before he lets her shift her weight back to the bar.]

It's not that I'm not flattered, you know. I'm just not in a good place for it.

[i_got_this]

That's what whiskey is for. [She clumsily nudges an empty shot glass at him.]

[encryptedlock]

[He sighs. Sure, that might work for a single night, but he'd have to live with the consequences.]

It's not about sex, South. If that's all I wanted, I would have moved on from her a long time ago.