the_last_resort | Midnight masquerade Open to All.

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Midnight masquerade Open to All.

Who: EVERYONE
When: After Midnight
Where: The Rising Sun
Format: Paragraph, action, etc.
What: A special party held at the rising sun. Dorian has told no one what he's celebrating but all drinks are free as long as you come after midnight with the password. and wearing a mask "Layla" is the password
Warnings: EVERYTHING GOES GUYS! PUT WARNINGS IN YOUR SUBJECT LINES IF YOU GET TOO CRAZY!

[ooc; Everyone can tag into the premade threads or make your own thread at the bottom! This is a party post thread, so thread jacking is cool unless otherwise stated. The only room locked in the club is Dorian's office. And if someone pops that lock they will find a half full goblet of blood on his desk, otherwise it is clean.

He has taken care of rides to wherever drunk people need to go too. And lastly; yes there are condoms in the rooms upstairs, if that is something you want. The Password will have be spoken on with an ad about the party a few days beforehand, it does not matter but the password is Layla. Pretty much tag around and have fun guys~! ]

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[He spreads his hands again.]

Not like this.

[Yep, he's a regular historian.

With a shrug and a pointed eye-flick:] We had bigger hats. [A nod over towards a speaker.] Music doesn't come from holes in the wall. You want to get somewhere, you either gonna walk, or you use a horse. [He falls quiet for a moment. Pretty much everything feels different, so it's a little hard to wax lyrical without his mood dropping like a bag of rocks.] But we still had whiskey, so... [He snorts softly, and raises his glass.] Salud.

Yeah, we still have whiskey back home, too.

[Boone isn't all that surprised to find that the alcohol pretty much stays the same, no matter what year it is. He's glad for that.]

Never saw a moving car before I came here. We had to walk, too. Only cars I ever saw were the ones still stuck on the roads, but those haven't moved for about 200 years. They had wheels, too.

[He finishes said whiskey and sets the glass back down. A small frown has taken root.]

Wait, so... [Up goes the forefinger.] I mean, we have trains, too. Railroads, steam... [Squint squint squint.] What do you mean they don't move?

[Boone takes a drink from his glass and shrugs lightly.]

Couple hundred years ago the Great War happened. Every country with access to nuclear weapons threw all they had at each other. Dunno exactly what the world was like before the war, but I know two hundred years later we're still paying for it. Only cars on the roads now are still there from when the bombs fell. People who were driving home and didn't know what was gonna happen.

[Tuco's eyes narrow even further, and for a moment, all he does is stare back. Then, very slowly:]

So... the new clear weapons... clear the new technology?

[Boone stares at Tuco for a full five seconds before understanding where he's getting stuck. Then he just shakes his head.]

No, nuclear weapons are... goddammit, don't make me try to explain how those work. Just imagine a really big bomb. You've got bombs back where you're from, right? Things that explode? Well, imagine one of those can wipe out an entire city. Now imagine a whole bunch of them exploding all over the world. For two hours.

[Tuco nods along as Boone continues, but that confused, semi-skeptical look on his face never really fades.]

Who the hell would want to blow up the cities?

[His head shifts slowly, chin tucking towards his chest, forefinger making a comeback.]

You're joking.

I dunno. Whoever launched the missiles.

[Boone frowns and picks his glass up again. He could see as Tuco was nodding that he didn't really believe him. It doesn't really matter to him, though.]

You don't have to believe me. Not really my idea of a joke, though.

[Tuco hums noncommittally.]

I was a soldier before I came here. [He glances away for a moment to catch the bartender's eye, signalling for another top up with a gesture that starts at the necklace and ends at his glass.] A fat pink man starts a war with another pig because he wants what he has, comprendes? You blow everything up...?

[He snorts derisively. He could go off on a tangent and mention Langstone bridge, but in his not-so-humble opinion, that's a story worth saving.]

Enough years pass, maybe people start to go backward.

Yeah. Not so sure there was anything left to take in the end, though. Know countries were arguing over fossil fuels and stuff before the war. It was getting harder to find things like oil. Don't know much else about it. Sure as hell don't know what happened right before the bombs fell.

[He'll probably never know, either. He's fine with that. He doesn't see any point in getting caught up in what happened all those years ago. What matters more is surviving in the new world left behind.]

[Aaand that's clear as indication as any that it's about time to drop the subject—which is a good thing, too, given that Tuco's still not exactly following.]

It sounds like Hell.

[He punctuates with a sharp sniff.]

You been here some time, huh?

[Boone is happy enough to move off the subject. He nods as he signals for another drink.]

Few months now. When I first got here, creepers hadn't been discovered yet. We didn't have any problems with props, either. Still not a bad place to be, though. Fence keeps the creepers out, and patrol keeps the spiders out.

[Another snort. He's beginning to slur a little.]

You put it like that, it sounds like we in some old cuento de fantasmas. [He gives a "spooky" finger wiggle just in case that didn't translate too well.] Lemme guess: next, you gonna tell me there's a crying woman by the river.

Uh. No.

[He's not sure what a cuento de fantasmas is, but the gesture does sort of help him figure it out.]

Haven't you been by the fence yet?

[He pauses, waiting for his glass to be refilled before replying. It gives him time to summon up a confident little smirk.]

Sure. Outside of it, too. [Jerking his thumb back towards his chest:] A few days from now, you gonna be talking to a guide.

[He takes a sip of his drink, before adding, solemnly:] Maybe then we go find La Llorona.

Huh. So I guess you'll be out past the fence a lot more, then.

[Boone wishes his own job gave him more opportunities to head out there. The village is nice enough, but... he's been curious about the deserts for a while now. And he'd like to see other places, too.]

Dunno if anyone's already told you, but creepers will run away from cats. Dogs don't like them either, they get restless when they know one's around. If you're gonna be out past the fence a lot, it could be useful to have one with you. Better than not knowing until you hear one hissing behind you, anyway.

[At which point it's generally too late.]

[He'd heard similar, sure, but the look on his face implies the idea wasn't welcome then, either.]

I don't like cats. [Then, as a bitter afterthought:] I don't like dogs, either.

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[Boone frowns at that.]

Your call. Think I'd rather deal with something I don't like than get blown up, myself.

[He probably doesn't need to tell Tuco to be extra careful if he's heading out there alone.]

[He shakes his head.]

I get a cat, I gotta look after a cat. [His nose wrinkles.] Besides, I seen what they trying to pass as animals here.

Sure the cats can't be any stranger to you than they were to me.

[Sure, they've got four eyes, and that's pretty weird. Boone had never seen a cat before he came here, though. He's gotten used to them now since he has one of his own, but sometimes he still watches it and thinks about how weird it looks and sounds.]

You been to the desert yet?

Yeah! [He nods, suddenly looking (and sounding) considerably more enthusiastic.] Yeah, yeah, we, uh... When you first lined up for the job, you gotta learn it all, you know? You supposed to be an expert. I got a little while to go, but... [A small, surprisingly genuine smile pops up.] It's like home, you know? Out there, you can forget about this bullshit; it's just you and miles and miles of beautiful sun-baked sand.

[...Well, you and a whole host of things you really shouldn't turn your back on, but that's beside the point.]

What about you?

[Boone likes Tuco's enthusiasm. He even smiles too, just a little.]

Not yet, but I wanna. I miss home, too. Village is okay, but it's not as warm.

[Having to look out for creepers and spiders won't be all that different for Boone. He's used to a desert full of things that want to kill you.]

[He tilts his head, apparently surprised for some reason.]

You live around the desert?

Yeah. Came here from the Mojave.

[Boone isn't sure why it would be surprising. A lot of people live in the desert.]

[He's not going to say it, but in Tuco's humble opinion, Boone doesn't appear nearly as grizzled enough.]

Mojave, huh? [He squints for a moment.] I don't know if I ever, uh... [Held people up around there? He waves the thought off.] A lot of floods in the Mojave. I remember hearing about the Agua Mansa. [And with that thought, he quickly crosses himself.] A lot of Indian attacks, too, right?

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