For all that's true, for all you do

[shuttermouse]

[ A note goes up on the fridge shortly after Chie signs the chicken petition on Monday: ]



[ Come 6 pm, she has prepared some coffee and tea so people can have something to drink while watching the shenanigans that will happen, as well as hot sauce as penalty for refusing a dare. So come here and have fun, y'all. ]

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[ninehundredlives]

[Taking her own shot, she looks speculatively at the glass.]

It's been a long time since I really drank. But no, not at all.

[forcegalactic]

[He makes a gruff noise.]

Thought so. What kinda joke is it to put somethin' that ain't alcohol in a bottle like this?! [It would be fitting to throw the whole thing away, but there's no other booze in the building. No chance they're taking shots of juice; what are they, eleven?]

Back luck keeps on followin' me. [He sighs and fills it up again.] But once we get started, we can't stop, even if this ain't a proper drinkin' game, right?

[ninehundredlives]

It's something to do.

[Susan looks a little amused. Bad luck - that's an understatement.] I'd rather not get caught up in that game instead.

[forcegalactic]

[He turns to watch Bakugou walk up to Jean for his dare

The Barkeep stifles a laugh.] That didn't take too long. Look how hard it's for him, you'd think he's be feelin' the genuine thing!

[He raises his glass. Clink?]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan smiles. That IS pretty funny.]

Honestly, he's looking right at his eyes.

[Clink!]

[forcegalactic]

Looks like it was easy for him to compare it to an ocean. [This game is already getting fun.] They wouldn't make a bad couple iffen it was the real thing.

[Hm....his shipping goggles have been put on...but they're teenagers, and he's used to watching over dates with adults, so his usual tactics won't work.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Shrug.]

I hardly know Jean. Or Bakugou, really.

[forcegalactic]

Jean's smart. He's been thinkin' of stockin' up on food earlier today, and Bakugou's angry all the time. Opposites attract, sometimes.

[Oh, look. Dio refuses to take off his shirt. He's too much fun to mock.]

[ninehundredlives]

So he'll take off his shirt during a murder trial, but not here?

[It just doesn't seem to make sense]

[forcegalactic]

Must be the adrenaline talkin'. Get worked up enough, your inhibitions are down, and you stop thinkin' about the consequences, only what you want. But Dio's an odd one. Too serious for his own good, acts like he don't need help when he does. Must be a lawyer thing.

Now that Giovanni feller, he took off his shirt like nothin' too, but he's easily excitable from the conversations I had with him. He thinks this is all fun.

[ninehundredlives]

He's said the same thing to me, too. The greater the risk, the greater the reward...

[It sounds ominous now, really.]

He also said he was just trying to find good in a bad situation.

[forcegalactic]

Who, Giovanni? Bein' trapped in a murder experiment ain't the time to go lookin' for fun, but sayin' so makes me a bit of a hypocrite, don't it? [He fills the glass again. There has to be some kind of psychological phenomena caused by drinking from a shot glass because he swears he feels a little lightheaded.]

Wish I could go around that worry-free.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm sure he's not really that lighthearted.

[That's odd. Susan may slow down a bit - it's not alcoholic, but what IS in it? She'd say something, but she's not sure if she's just imagining it...]

Not anymore, at least.

[forcegalactic]

I dunno, first thing he does when we meet, he starts yellin' about how amazin' it is that I'm from Mars.

[It must be post-execution relief and the sudden shift to laughing at a group of teenagers and grown men making fools of themselves.]

Nice to see them gettin' over it so fast. Better than stressin' out forever. [He only takes half a shot this time.]

[ninehundredlives]

They didn't know him well.

[Susan glances at Logan, but only for a moment. She sees Mordecai changing up the dosage there.]

Does this drink seem odd to you?

[forcegalactic]

Probably that's why I didn't feel that bad after everythin'. I didn't even talk to the ghoul.

[He tips the mouth of the bottle, but stops.]

You're feelin' somethin' funny in your hands, too? [The bottle shakes at this awkward angle, and it goes back on the table.] I don't taste anythin' in it, but...

[Dangit.]

Quick, head upstairs, we might be poisoned!

[ninehundredlives]

Quiet!

[Susan reaches out to take the bottle, examining the contents once more.]

Why would he bother poisoning us? You got this from the machine, right?

[forcegalactic]

[Her tone is authoritative enough to get him to freeze to the spot, but it doesn't make him less worried.]

Yeah, I did. The foodstuff ain't poisoned, but I'm not sure about this. And there's actual poison in there, remember?

[If he dies because of your stalling, he will not forgive you.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Siiiiiiiiiiiigh. This doesn't feel much like dying to her, but alright. Not everyone's as cavalier about that as she.]

Alright, come on. Don't panic everyone else - they may as well enjoy their party while they've got it.

[And she stands and slips quietly out of the room, still holding the bottle. No sense leaving it behind for someone else to maybe drink.]

[forcegalactic]

[No one else has had access to the bottle, and best to save themselves first. With a nod, Mordecai follows her out of the room, but not before walking into the doorjamb.

He hisses to himself, and fortunately, the rest of the room is distracted at the moment. He jogs out, looking at the ground.]

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan lifts an eyebrow.]

Are you alright?

[forcegalactic]

[He's holding a hand to his forehead. After a moment of deliberation, he uncovers it and looks at his hand. No blood.]

Yeah. [It goes back on.] Don't worry about that, l-let's keep moving.

[ninehundredlives]

...right.

[She's a little fuzzy herself, but she's quite determined to stay steady. TO THE INFIRMARY!]

So what exactly are you feeling?

[forcegalactic]

Dizzy, I think...I'm not talkin' right? Susan, do I sound drunk, because I know how I act when I'm drunk, but I can't be too sure at the moment.

[Now he doesn't regret drinking himself silly at Cactoid Jim's Christmas party.]

Can you tell the difference between drunk and poison? Not alcohol poisonin' that I would have expected.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm not that experienced in poisons. But you seem drunk, and I feel a bit tipsy. It could just be some kind of...tasteless alcohol?