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bakerstreet2012-02-25 11:40 pm
funvee) wrote in bakerstreet2012-02-25 11:40 pm
Blame it on the Goose Got you feeling loose... Blame it on the alcohol
The bar's a comfortable place, where everyone knows you just have to walk up, give the bartender a smile, and order up a drink. Everyone goes to a bar sometime, whether to pick up a companion for the night, to pick up a friend, or pick up a drink. You never know the story behind the guy sitting next to you, or the bartender. But that's what bars are for, aren't they? To learn about the guy on the stool next to you, drinking his gin and tonic.
So what do you do in a Walk Into A Bar meme?
1. Comment here with your character and their canon in the subject line.
2. Hit RNG for a number between 1-15.
3. Tag someone else using that number as your character's reason for coming to the bar.
4. Profit!
So, what's your poison?
1. Sex on the Beach - You're here at the bar for one reason and one reason only, to find some company for the night. It might help, to buy them a drink first. But then they might throw that back in your face...
2. Tonic and Gin - Life's been one disaster after another lately, and the only thing that makes it easier is the sweet numbing taste of alcohol...
3. Midori Sour - Your friends dragged you out here and they've suddenly abandoned you for some rock star in the VIP lounge. Are you bitter? Maybe. Or maybe you'll just use the opportunity to flirt with the cute bartender...
4. Shirley Temple - You got a call five minutes ago asking you to come to the bar to pick up your too-intoxicated friend/brother/sister. But now that you're here, they don't seem to be anywhere to be found...
5. Poolside Pleasure - There's nothing like being on vacation in a tropical paradise, is there? And what better way to soak in that tropical vibe than to swim up to the Tiki Bar for a relaxing fruity drink with a paper umbrella?
6. Moonshine - Maybe you're underaged. Or maybe the bar isn't exactly what you'd call legal. Whatever the reason, you're not supposed to be here, but you are, and while you're here, might as well get something to wet your whistle, right? Just be careful not to get caught...
7. Hair of the Dog - Last night was... do you even remember last night? Probably not, given the wicked hangover pounding in your head right now. Well, nothing cure a hangover like having a drink in the morning to take the edge off, right?
8. Champagne - Something great has happened! Did you get a promotion? Kill your nemesis? Whatever it is, you feel great and it's time everyone celebrated with you. A round of champagne on the house!
9. Shaken, not Stirred - To everyone else, this is a regular bar, but not to you. You know you're here to meet a clandestine contact, an enemy informer or a secret spy. Better play it cool and keep your eyes open...
10. Sunken Pirate Ship - You've been out on the high seas for months, and finally made it into port with your pockets full of gold. What're you going to do first? Drink that gold away or buy some company for the evening? You can do both at the bar...
11. Punch in the Rain - You're the bouncer of this bar and you think the guy sitting next to you has probably had too much to drink. Maybe it's time to cut them off. Hopefully they'll go easy, huh?
12. Bartender - Everyone who walks through the door has a story to tell, and you're the guy they love to tell those stories to. Are you the type to listen, or the type to slip a little something extra into their drink in hopes that they shut up about their sob story?
13. Absinthe - Whatever it is you just drank didn't seem to agree with you. And at the corner of your eye you keep seeing this bright green faerie... Is everything happening around you reality, or have you slipped into some kind of hallucination?
14. 357 Magnum - Did you just insult my mother? Whether or not they did, you sure think so, and you know what's the best way to settle things in a bar? With a bar brawl, of course!
15. Happy Hour - Anything goes! Got another scenario you want to play out, this is the place for it!
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Once again, Rose gets off the stool and moves to support her mother/daughter. She moves the other patrons out of the way, but not bothering to mutter an apology. ]
Here.
Let me help.
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whyre u teling me this
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I am not entirely sure, although I have been thinking about how to answer that question in particular for some time.
Perhaps it is because you need to know.
Maybe because you would come to find out some other way.
Maybe I'm doing it to just alleviate my own selfish regret for being the daughter I was and the mother I apparently had been.
Regardless.
[ Pause. Definitely not choking up or anything. This is totally not harder or more exhausting than facing Bec Noir or doing a suicidal bomb run, except it totally is. ]
You deserve to know and allowing someone else to tell you would simply be denying my responsibility.
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Trying to think of the best thing to say that's not gonna make this girl any more upset, something that is easy to explain and maybe an equal trade of knowledge. Something to show she appreciates Rose being honest with her.
Getting the impression, for all her fancy seeing, this daughter/mother is still pretty in the dark about the specifics of the alpha world. ]
we were gonna play to bring u back to life
me and strider were at least
just leik as an fyi
in case u were feelin guilty or soemthing
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A much better goal than us.
We had played the game simply because it was there.
[ The Beta kids played out of boredom and curiosity, while the Alpha kids played with the intention of reviving their shitty parents. ]
It is a bit ironic. You play the game in an attempt to revive me, while my attempt to play the game killed you.
Some omnipotent powers-that-be somewhere are laughing their omniscient asses off.
[ Yeah, we all know now for sure who wins the rewards for both Best Mom and Best Daughter go to. ]
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Bracing herself against Rose's shoulder as they reach the door out of the bar. Hopefully saying this like it's not worth half the stress and emphasis Rose is putting on it. ]
not gonna lie
the prospect of geting rad as hell powers on top of it was prety good
but i geuss i kinda thought it was just a batterwitch trap
whiiich judging from me as your mom dyin impleis
guess it kinda was too
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I have to admit that the thought of you evolving or becoming consciously able to control your Void aspect is more than a bit disconcerting.
As it is, I am only able to see you in the literal sense, whereas my mind is telling me you are not there.
So, basically, you would have been even more impossible for me to track down at a bar.
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its cute u wanted to dirnk with me so bad
u hopped thru time and space to do it
if id ahev known id have gone to a cooler gar
*bar
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Someone has to play the straightman to your wacky antics, Mom.
Even if the deadpan expression requires actual effort on her part, as she needs to consciously keep the edges of her lips down. ]
Yes. My need to flaunt in public my complete and utter inability to stomach alcohol of any kind was an urge overwhelming.
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Tosses her weight against the door to stumble out into the night air- hiccups and laughs as her steps stagger near the curb. Grinning, regains her balance to toss herself bodily against Rose, looping her arms around the other girl's neck. ]
ive got leik
sooooo many more questiosm
rosie
was i a good mom
strider thikns wed be bad paresnt so i gotta ask
for SCEINCE
[ Smiling and turning Rose with her like they're doing a little dance outside the bar, like this isn't weighing heavy on her heart- the reversing of their situations form dimension to dimension. Roxy wonders if she might have been just as absent of a mother in that timeline as Rose was in her own. ]
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She fails totally and for a lack of trying. It took her mother's death for her to learn what it was she wanted and she is not about to push that away now that she is receiving it. ]
You took a picture I drew of and a poem I wrote in dedication to our pet cat Jaspers, had the paper framed with metal, and then permanently welded to the fridge.
[ Your own daughter-mom is just as attention starved, even if sober, Roxy. She may have a strict sense of personal space (though not as much as a certain supposed Cool Kid), but she has softened as of late and...well, Roxy may just get a FREE PASS in these matters. ]
You showered me with utterly ridiculous gifts and praised my most mundane of achievements as though they were worth of the Nobel Prize.
This was all simultaneous with your giving me ludicrously high goals without thinking for a moment that I may not accomplish them.
You were nigh omnipresent.
It was all embarrassing and irritating.
In other words, yes.
Yes, you were more than a good mom.
[ At this point, she is outright encouraging Roxy's touchy-feely dancy behavior as she wraps her arms around her mom-daughter's waist, likely the closest thing to a hug she has ever returned to someone. ]
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my mom wasdeinfitnely the msartest lady in the world
she knew lots about the viody bullshit too which has made my tryign to track her kinda imspossible
but ppl knew how fantastic she was from fuckgin book ONE
theyrre my favorites books too rosey
and i was sooooo jealosus of you
in a good way tho!!
[ Petting the other girl's hair, mentally acknowledging this isn't quite as flattering as Rose's description of her own mother. But it's difficult to describe Rose Lalonde as anything more than the larger than life figure she appeared to be due to Roxy's limited interactions with her. While older Mom Lalonde might have seemed omnipresent, an older Rose proved to be nigh untraceable. ]
an then u died liek a barkbeast and tehy replaced u with a batterbitch spy
[ Oh, for fuck's sake. How is that helpful knowledge? Roxy you're a mess, as her player I apologize for her. ]
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She herself restrains her physical affection to the light arms-around-the-waist hug. ]
Oh.
There is another fact concerning your alter-ego that you may find worthwhile to know.
While I may not have had a father beyond an unwitting donator of ectobiological material, you were not doomed to being alone.
Which I am grateful for. If it were possible, I would thank him.
At the end, you did find someone.
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hwo could i be alone
i had u didnt i
tahts enough
more that enough
[Brief pause in the petting and nuzzling to pull back and observe her daughter critically, the full weight of this revelation hitting her. Not to belittle what she said before, but let's remember we are still dealing with a teenage girl here. Having a cute kid is the best end game, but not dying alone and eaten by cats is definitely a close second! ]
but serisouly was it strdier??
*strider
omg
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But after Seer-ing the Alpha session a bit, having a few hunches, and talking to the other Alpha kids anonymously under the guise of some weird Super God of Light From Space or Something, she expects her next revelation to beat out any cuddle-cooing.
...Although she does have to get one more depressing fact out of the way. ]
I.
I was not with you when you died and that fault lies with me.
I may have been able to prevent your death entirely, though all logic says otherwise.
Nevertheless, I should have been there to try.
[ She keeps going to cut off any possible responses to that from Roxy; Rose knows that if she had been with Mom at the time, all that would have changed is that they would have died at the same time rather than apart--which would still have been better, but she knows Mom had been happy at the end.
And if Rose had died before her mother, it would have made Mom's death all the worse. ]
No; while Dirk strider is my ectobiological father, it was not he who was with you at the end.
I am not entirely sure if the two of you were even acquainted in that universe, but that is irrelevant.
The man whose heart you stole at the end of your story was the father of my friend, John Egbert.
In this universe, that man is the father of Jane Crocker.
oops thought i replied!! my bad
blinks. Roxy is perfectly still, face completely blank, before this sinks in. Suddenly, she GRABS Rose's hands to start shrieking and jumping up and down because MISTER CROCKER! JANEYS DAD! THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN DIRK!! All previous upset over dead mothers seems to fade away, for the time being, at this news.
Whooping and laughing at the idea that somewhere, someday, a version of herself finally gets with her buddy's mega hot dad.. well, there's just no other way to put it. ]
YESSSSSSSSS
I GET TO TOALTY PAIL WITH JANEYS DAD
I KNEWWWWWWWWWE IT! i knwe i t
[ Okay, actually starting to get a little dizzy from all the spinning and jumping. Actually not looking so great, maybe a little green? Oh Rose. You shouldn't have let her have those two glasses of scotch. Pitable look before staggering aside to sit at the curb, not gonna throw up. Do not throw up. This is meeting your ecto-mom/daughter and hearing about your totally rad (albeit inevitably doomed) future. Not evena little dry heaving. ]
S)(AM--E ON YOU
She had anticipated the mental and emotional reaction quite well--in that she knew Roxy would flip shits over the relationship with Mister Egbert/Crocker, even if in an alternate dimension. What she did not take into her planning is the gastrointestinal reaction to the other reaction.
If only her powers came in the lifey-thingy style she may be able to help her drunken ecto-mom/daughter. Sadly, that is not the case.
She follows and sits next to Roxy on the curb. Hopefully no one mistakes her for a street cone. ]
I am far from familiar with the exact specifics of what activities went on between the two and I would like to keep it that way.
But, yes, I can, at the very least, confidently assure that the two of you were 'totes an item', as you may say.
[ Any 'pailing' activities between her mom and anyone else are firmly prevented from entering Rose's mind. After all, this is meeting your ecto-mom/daughter. No throwing up.
She places a hand on Roxy's back, hoping to either keep the girl from vomiting or, if she were to vomit, to be in a position to offer some sort of help immediately. ]
wwhy do you evven thread wwith me i dont evven knoww
u seem to know a lot
with ur omnipotentnty orangey powers
[ Leans over and taps Rose right on the little button nose. The same name nose on both their faces- Roxy's posed in enough mirrors to know that nose anywhere. Nausea subsiding, however temporarily, watching her daughter through the haze of inebriation and information overload. ]
so leik
is it my fault u died?
[ It's unclear whether she means Rose's dimension or her own, and its debatable whether or that matters to her. ]
Because I Cannot Resist Foxy Roxy
If we assume time to be linear--and it is not, as a certain Strider inclined towards time would point out in some incomprehensibly ironic manner--then my powers would not be capable of seeing the events that lead up to and cause my death.
My powers are inclined towards foreseeing the result of all possible actions that will lead to victory.
I am akin to a GPS for finding the most efficient path to victory.
And even if I were able to see into the past to determine the series of events leading to my death, it could very well be that my death was necessary for the future victory, whatever that may be.
But it is all essentially moot, as I do not need any sort of powers of divination to know you are not at fault.
[ She continues to idly rub Roxy's back as she explains her own death(s) in a analytical manner, as though she were describing something as mundane. ]
This goes for both worlds.
This incarnation of me did, in fact, die. Twice, technically, but I am very much not dead now.
Anyway.
My first death was at the blade of the immortal dog demon that killed you.
As I saw you die, I became possessed with rage and flew head-first into a futile suicide mission; whether it was simply out of the need for vengeance and to tear his body itself apart in the most brutal fashion possible for taking away my mother or nothing more than a foolish wish to embrace death due to being unable to accept all that I had failed to give you, I am not sure.
Perhaps a little of both.
Regardless, it was an unnecessary and futile suicide mission that I alone made myself partake in.
Unlike my second death, which was a necessary but successful suicide mission.
:33 < you are such a purrfect roleplay mate
She bursts into hysterical tears, face buried in her hands.
That drunk.
Hey, it's better than throwing up! Probably. ]
I AM PREEEEEEEETTY GR8!!!!!!!!
Of course, you are not my mother.
Neither am I yours.
The Rose Lalonde of this world and the Roxy Lalonde of mine lived different lives with different experiences than those of the two sitting here.
However, the fact the words 'mother' and 'daughter' do not accurately describe our relationship is totally and completely irrelevant, as there does exist a word to describe what we are.
We are family.
I am here; you are here. You are no longer alone.
[ Despite speaking clearly and eloquently, there are tears running down her cheeks as well. ]
whiich ii2 why ii 2eriiou2ly adore you
And now here it is and she can't stop crying! Ugh, and no doubt her face gets all pink and blotchy when she cries. Roxy Lalonde; ugly crier, at your service.
With that in mind, lifts her head to tell Rose to look away- and spots the other girl's tears. ]
why are YOU cryign??
tHeSe ThReAdS aRe MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLeS
Why am I crying...
That would be because both versions of myself have failed both versions of you in both universes.
In my universe, I dared believe your love and affection to be anything but genuine and took for granted that you were mortal, even if incredibly capable, independent, and strong.
In this universe, though I may not know exactly what I had done, I obviously failed you if you came to believe for a moment that you were at fault for my death or felt nothing but neglect from me. If you felt inadequacy and loneliness, then I failed.
I suppose I made essentially the same mistake in each universe, if both relationships are simplified as much as possible.
I believed you to not need me, to not want me.
To have failed you twice--making the same mistake, twice--and still be given the opportunity to be with you is why I cry. I have made mistakes that cannot be forgiven and have been given a gift I do not deserve.
I believe both to be reasons to cry.
Y3S THR34DS W1TH YOU H4V3 B33N D3L1C1OUS
[ Only means this in the best way! Sniffles, scrubbing off half her eyemakeup when she tries to wipe her eyes before casting a pitiable look back at her mother-daughter. Reached over to smooth out Rose's hair, to wipe away the tears trailing down her cheeks. ]
dumbo
ur here now
i dont care what u think u did or didnt do or whatevre
youre HERE
[ Expression shifts when the idea dawns on her that this might be more than the tearful reunion of her and her mother for the rest of eternity. ]
ur staying right
D--> Even if they have been 100d and...sweaty?
[ She takes the sleeve of her Seer's robe to wipe Roxy's messier face. ]
And if responsibilities come up that demand my attention elsewhere for however long, you are welcome to join me.
Although I do worry.
Will the world be capable of handling the combined powers of two Lalondes?
okay we are runniing out of troll2 at thii2 poiint