04. Video; Now Presenting...

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[The video opens with Silco standing in front of an new establishment in the entertainment district. There is the sound of renovations coming from within, a pile of old debris and broken items off the side that will be repurposed. Still, the sign is lit up announcing the place.

Silco gestured with a hand at the new establishment, the corner of his mouth twitching in what might be his version of a smile.]

This is The Last Drop, a bar from my home in The Lanes. I have been blessed to have it brought here for all of you to enjoy with me. A little taste of my home called Zaun, and it is as rough as it is eclectic.

[He turned to look at the place as the sounds of hammering and saws continued inside. He didn't even seem annoyed at all.]

Apologies on the noise, but it's not in the state I previously left it due to a ruffian having a fight inside before it arrived here. It's unfortunate, but not unexpected given where it came from. Some people can't handle their liquor and emotions at the same time.

Anyway, The Last Drop will be open to serve the community of Aldrip in one week's time. I invite all of you to attend the grand opening. It will be quite the party.

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private.

[grappler]

[there's some groaning as she wishes she could toss the device on the ground. but it's not like that would actually do anything than possibly bust it... and there'd be no point in that, either.

but as usual, the more mad she gets, the more she wants to just punch something.]

It's not his home. It's our home. He took it because it was Vander's, so he could spit and piss all over it if he wanted to. That's the only fucking reason.

private.

[opheliac]

[ she says nothing for a moment or two, but she tries not to let the dead silence takeover for too long. because she knows vi is on her way over to the last drop, despite that, jinx secretly knows silco won't be there for her big sister to sucker punch him for the second time. ]

... Then what if I own it? The one thing you both agree on is that The Last Drop is my home. So. If I take full control of the bar, neither of you would be at each other's throats on who owns what. I'll call the shots, and you two alternate with working with me to keep it running. What about that?

[grappler]

[there's a long silence, as Vi stops her stomping to look for the Last Drop. Jinx... having it...]

I'd be okay if you had it. [it was her home, after all.] But having Silco around working for you will just be as bad as him running it for himself.

[she probably won't work there with that guy around, anyway.]

[opheliac]

[ she sighs in frustration over her sister's answer. so neither her or silco want to move a single inch about the place even if she owns it. jinx already shouted-text at her father, and is on her way to pack her things to temporarily move out. but that doesn't mean vi is out of the fire of her baby sister's irritation of the whole thing. ]

Fine! — Y'know, I give up with the both of you. Go ahead and argue over the damn place until you're blue in the face. Decorate the walls with your blood and his, for all I care. I'm waaaaaay too bored over this, and I got better things to do with my time than playing Miss Nicey-Pants.

Don't come crying to me when the two of you come back from the dead, and want me to coddle you.

[grappler]

You'll le--

[okay. no. she probably shouldn't even joke about the blood all over the place bit. Jinx is already close to being pushed over the edge LMFAO.

she doesn't know what to do.]

You don't see how wrong this is? It belongs to you and me. He stole it and turned it into...

[she waves her hand around.]

What he always turns shit into.

cw: rebekka being a dumbass and this is a result of her getting lack of sleep

[opheliac]

Nnnnoooo ♪. — When you take a shit, it stinks. And The Last Drop was far from smelling like a dump.

[ a brief silence as she thinks what she said over. ]

If you ignore the drunk sweaty armpit hair of drunkards, anyway. It wasn't really all that bad...!

[grappler]

[.......... there's a long silence.]

Drunkards and people on Shimmer.

[:| she had been in there once or twice, okay]

He really wants to make Aldrip like the Lanes, doesn't he?

[opheliac]

Hey, I'm on Shimmer. Not everyone whose on the stuff goes cuckoo.

[ ... actually, she does believe she is a tiny bit insane, but not to the extreme levels. ]

How is he gonna do that exactly, Sister? The "upgrade" made Aldrip the way it is now, not him.

[grappler]

[........ she opens her mouth, closes it.]

Yeah, well. You're the exception to the rule.

Because he keeps buying shit. Taking over businesses. Don't act like I don't notice it.

[opheliac]

And what would you rather have, hm? The stores go out of business, and we hunt food the old fashion way?

— I've got guns, so killin' a pig or a raptor, and cooking them is kiddie play. But lemme tell ya, unless you were born and raised in Zaun, a lot of our Chosen "buddies" won't last a week without starving themselves.

[grappler]

The locals were doing just fine for a while there.

[she has a point, though.]

Some of them adapted when there was a food problem last year. Most of them are gone by now, though. Don't know about these guys we have now.

cw: joking about eating people :|

[opheliac]

And that's because the locals aren't real. They're just cryptic codes made by the whoevers in this data glitchy world we call, "home". You can stab them and throw them in the ocean, and it won't matter. They're programmed to survive whatever the creators want them to do. — That's why I mess with them!!

[ is that a good thing or a bad thing? in one way, it means she's not terrorizing the chosen, but... she is still being a menace. ]

Exactly! Sooooooooooo??? Having someone who knows how to run stuff is a good thing. ... Or do you want to get eaten by a person? I may be crazy, but I draw the line on cannibalism.

[grappler]

[... there was so much in this response that it takes Vi a moment to process.

and also a moment to drag her hand down her face.]

I don't think we're going to get that far. Ever.

[she huffs.]

Jerry would probably come after our asses for it.

[opheliac]

[ if vi is dragging her hand down her face now, she will do it again as her little sister replies with a dramatic loud whisper: ]

Never say neeeeeeeevveeerrrrr ♪....!

[ she giggles merrily on the other line, and decides to take the conversation with a hint of my seriousness. ]

Jerry's a big pushover, anyway. He acts all big and bad 'cause he's made of steel. But you know what beats steel? Acid and water. We just need to get him wet!

[grappler]

[she shakes her head. well, at least it wasn't such a bad conversation after all. they were able to turn it... somewhere.]

You sure about that? How do you know people haven't already tried that?

[well.]

Not that that would stop either one of us.

[opheliac]

Becaaause, dear sister, not everyone is smart like me! I'm a genius, remember? You do all the punch, punch, and I do all the pew, pew, kabloomie, clink, clank!

[ a beat. ]

— Hey, remember when we were fighting the Firelights side by side a loooooong time ago? Now that I'm thinking about it, we make a pretty good team, dontcha think?

[grappler]

Right...

[yeah. there's a memory of that... mostly of how terrified she'd been, seeing Jinx in a different light.

but she ignores all that. that'd just ruin the moment.]

Yeah, we kind of were. But I always knew we would be.

[opheliac]

Next time this town gets attacked by those squiddies, they won't know what hit them with the two of us, ha ha!!

[ she then remembers something: ]

— I got second place at your punching machine back home. But I bet now, I can totally beat your score.

[grappler]

Yeah? And what makes you say that?

[that's impressive, though. that she got so close to it.]

[opheliac]

Uh, because I'm better than you now? When was the last time you've punched a blockhead?

[grappler]

A couple days ago. I'm not about to let myself get rusty.

[opheliac]

Hey, that's not fair! You can punch people and get away with it. But whenever I mess with the nobodies, I get dragged in by the stuffies. — UUUGHHHH, the Council so have it out for me...!

[grappler]

Yeah, well. You do a whole bunch of other shit, too. Like steal... blow things up...

[she might be counting on her fingers now]

Whatever else you run around here doing, you get the picture.

its been awhile since i came up a dumbass wtf tag for you. so here you go. 8)

[opheliac]

And ladies and gentlemen, we call thoooooose..... hobbies. Just because Chomper number fifty-three likes to watch paint dry because it reminds him of the good old days when he ate paint and oil crayons with his sweetheart during a gala, doesn't mean I find it entertaining.

[ before vi could even compute that, she continues on: ]

My fingers need to be busy.