epidemiology | turn off the lights, we gonna lose our minds tonight!

[ She, admittedly, doesn't head straight for Kylo when she finally makes it back to the cave from the storm. She's gotta make her rounds first, you know. Specifically, she's got to make her rounds and distribute incredibly potent Nalawi alcohol as she goes, like some sort of booze fairy.

By the time she makes it to him she's definitely sampled the goods a little, and her mood is loud, cheerful, and a little sloppy. It's fine! It's totally fine. It's a good night for it.

She makes a beeline for him as soon as she spots Kylo, with her squidge in tow as always, and she waves a canteen in greeting to be accompanied by a wide, bright smile. ]

You ordered a deer beer?

[ Genji gets his visit after Kylo. That means she's well and truly into enjoying her tipsiness by the time she finally, with the help of the network tracker map thing, tracks him down. She's pretty proud of that. Vito trails after her with great determination, by now soundly used to being ignored. She glances from glowing jewelry-generated map to person, exclaiming with an excited point: ]

You! It's gotta be you, no other little dots... [ She squints, realizing who she's pointing to, and comes to a stop with a little sway. ] Jeez, I figured the username was like... a nickname, not a description.

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[Even through her drunken haze, it will likely be apparent very quickly that Kylo Ren is not himself today.

He is completely windswept, evidently having gone out after everyone had hidden in the cave. Nameless appears to be nowhere, whether that's because its sleeping in a corner or because Ren has lost it could be anyone's guess. There's a strong smell of ozone, as if he had just gotten done messing about with his lightsaber.

But most importantly, his stone-faced expression looks vaguely unsettled, his skin a touch too pale and limbs too stiff. Its a poor attempt at masking some sort of unspoken fear, and his eyes flick toward Ramir. It takes him a moment to process what she says.]

--yes.

[He's never longed for a drink so strongly in his life. Whatever funk he had been in a moment ago switches to something that might almost be considered desperate as he holds his hand out.]

Give it here.

[ She's not really an expert in Kylo Ren, but now that she's up close, the guy isn't looking great. She's pretty sure he wasn't this... off, last time she saw him.

But she said she had alcohol for him, and she does. She holds the canteen out. It's about a fifth of the strongest alcohol she's ever run into, and the rest is the juice of fruits she's tasted and found to be pretty tasty. She's been giving out cupfulls, but if ever there was a man that warrants the whole canteen, it's this guy. ]

Yeah, here. Order up. [ And she casts a glance around, automatically seeking squidge number two. When it doesn't immediately present itself, she aims a curious look over at him. ] Where'd Little Gloomy go?

[ She can't remember right now what she'd told him to call it, that'll have to do. ]

These devices continue to amaze in what they can do.

[ He cannot help but laugh a little at the comment of "no other little dots." Yumi shyly looks around his leg before waddling forward to give greetings to the other squidge. ] Disappointed? Or could it be that you're already feeling a little nervous? [ A way to make light of his physical appearance. He's learned, at least, how to joke about it and takes the opportunity when he can. ]

... though, I'm a little worried that I may have the advantage. Should you be moving like that?

[ She's straight back to a smile again at that, and plants both hands on her hips. ]

This is what I should always be moving like. [ She breaks her pose to shrug off her knapsack, and tosses a curious glance at him. ] Should I be offering you deerbeer? Would it, like, fuck up your system?

[ She may or may not be envisioning pouring alcohol into a toaster. ]

[The canteen is taken without preamble and is immediately knocked back. While Ren briefly chokes on the burn, his helmet rocks from behind him, and little Nameless nervously pokes its head out, looking from Ramir to its caretaker before attempting to disappear silently once more.

Ren himself doesn't answer directly. He'd been lucky to receive it back at all, after leaving it behind to disappear into the storm alone. Were it not for Rey's sentimentality, it likely would have died trying to follow.

But he hadn't been thinking about that, and he doesn't want to think about it now. He clears his throat, immediately feeling a buzz in between his eyes.]

Where did you obtain this?

[ Oh, there he is. Looking almost as shitty as Big Gloomy. Ramir eyes the squidge for a second or two, feeling possibly more concerned for a squidge than she has at any point so far on Zeta-12... not that that's really saying much. ]

Oska kitchen. I mean, originally Nalawi, but the kitchen does up a great imitation. The juice is from a week back or so. [ And wow, he can really down his alcohol. She's a little impressed. ] It's great, right?

[ Also: what the fuck is going on here, but that one can wait. ]

As you say. [ There is a lightness to how he says it with a slight laugh. ] I can drink and eat but it is not a function required to run anything. I've not tried drinking alcohol and a little worried that it may ... fry my systems.

[ Yes, do think of it as pouring vodka on a toaster. The toaster did nothing to deserve that! ]

Oh, shit, yeah. No deerbeer for the cyborg, got it.

[ She drops the knapsack instead and lifts her wrist, specifically the studded bracelet on it. A quick tap at it brings up the glowing interface that the magitek powering it provides, and she digs through what passes as a home screen for a few seconds. ]

Alright, it's... somewhere in here... the little dancing guy. You've never looked through this stuff before? We've got some good shit.

Thank you.

[ There is a good amount of humor in the words. No offense taken, and besides it's quite nice that some stranger feels comfortable enough with him to want to literally share a beer with him. Isn't that some colloquialism somewhere? He straightens to show that he's going to be serious now to look over what she's showing him. ]

I'm afraid not. That is my own error. I thought only of the network, to care for my squidge, and to worry about my master as soon as he appeared. [ And meditate every time he argued with his brother. ] There are times that I ... suffer some tunnel-vision.

It's okay, that's what people like me are around for. [ She pauses in her search to flash a slightly wavering smile at him. ] We can help people like you remember to be fun sometimes. Oh, hey, here!

[ She taps at the icon she's just found, and immediately a bright, colorful, potentially Japanese app springs up in hologram form around them. Ramir looks delighted, and promptly tosses the bracelet down onto the ground. ]

Alright, c'mere! Pick a song.

I am forever in your debt, Ramir. [ Perhaps that is too much to say, but he is grateful all the same. It has been a long time since he has had fun in this sort of way. So, a little indulgence wouldn't hurt, right? ]

Pick a song... hm? I don't think I recognize too many of these songs. [ He looks over to try to figure out which one to choose. Oh, well, let's see -- how about something that sounds like it could be a pop song? Don't hate him. He grew up in an arcade and happens to like this stuff a lot. ]

[ He's in luck, pop music is probably this app's whole specialty. So, basically, Ramir has heard a lot of pop music; she's resigned to her fate. ]

We're dragged here from all sorts of places in time and space, pretty sure you're not gonna recognize much.

[ She shrugs off her ALASTAIR jacket, getting ready with a couple (pretty unnecessary) swings of her arms, then pauses with a sudden though. ]

Wait, hang on — [ She ducks back to the dropped bag, pulling out a canteen with a bright smile. ]

One more shot. For luck!

Too true. But at least it's a beat that one can enjoy?

[ It's nice to enjoy something like this, again. He doesn't quite remember getting into dance-offs but he does remember dancing in clubs. Genji immediately laughs -- and shakes his head to indicate he's not laughing at Ramir. ]

Should it be two more shots for added skill, then? [ A little more light ribbing as he hops from side to side. Unnecessary but it's to get more into the groove, as it were. ]

[ so, there's drink.

as a good (kind of???) Asgardian, Loki can never be one to turn down a drink. when Ramir says she's hopping over with a few bottles for a little R&R, he doesn't argue. this certainly isn't his type of mission, and he's already finding that he's getting fairly attached to his (and Ahad's) squidge.

for a good measure, he dumps the pair (Bacon & Eggs, respectively) on Ahad and heads down one of the tunnels of the cave enterance to wait for her. there are a few lights here and there, and a few feet from the mouth he can see the sands whirling in front of him.

there's a low whistle. ]

As if the weather on this planet could be more capricious than my father's taste in bedmates.

Yeah, maybe I'll spring for that after I've won a couple times.

[ If this guy has any idea what he's doing, Ramir doubts she'll be winning. She's fine with that. She downs her promised shot and tosses the bag back away again, off the impromptu dance floor. ]

Aannnddd — go!

[ Hopefully he was ready, because it's just a wave of her hand toward the bracelet and they're off, with glowing arrows springing up on the floor and in the air around them to indicate where to go. And, as predicted, Ramir's coordination is a little off. She's still fine with it, judging by the way she cracks up at herself. ]

[ Ramir lands in an explosion. Well, sort of. She comes down hard, landing on her feet with a little skidding action, which kicks up a pretty impressive cloud of grass and dirt, which in turn gets instantly blown away. She looks superficially a little worse for wear, dirtied and sporting rips and tears in her clothing. She herself is totally intact though, and grinning hugely.

It falters only a little at his greeting. ]

Wow, thanks, there's a mental image I needed. [ She ducks into the cave proper and out of the wind, and runs her hands through her hair a few times. It's not going to do much good without an actual comb, seeing as she's just been in a literal tornado. She still tries. ] Alright, so what'd I miss?

[ As soon as the arrows show up and he feels this is even more familiar even if the song is not.

His eyes widen beneath the visor as he actually recognizes what this is. Like those rhythm games back home. No way. Genji misses a few just from trying to comprehend in another dimension, on some far off planet, and he shit-talked so much about a Dance-Dance game. Somehow, he thought the game would be much more ... difficult or advanced. Holograms, yes, but still.

One does need to almost take a knee about it but he soon starts and is not all that terrible at it. And he cannot help but laugh every so often as they play together. ]

Its serviceable.

[Because Kylo Ren can't just give praise out like a normal human being. He doesn't try for another drink just yet -- the burn still stings in his throat, and the buzz has quickly morphed into a minor throb. He blinks it back a few times and doesn't answer her right away.

Maybe drinking nearly an entire canteen so fast was not the wisest thing in the world to do. His next words come half muffled, as leather gloves have moved up to pinch his forehead.]

I do not miss that planet. I will not miss this one either.

Yeah, same.

[ Okay, not quite true, Nalawi was nice at first. Before it all went to shit. He doesn't really seem to be in the mood for a debate, though. She sidles in a little closer, eying the canteen like she might go for it. ]

I'm gonna be totally honest with you, I'm a little worried you might give yourself alcohol poisoning and die if you have more. You know that shit's real strong, right?

[ The song doesn't last long, they never do. At the end of it Ramir is laughing, leaned over with her hands on her knees and wiping a tear. It's not even that funny, she knows it's not — but it's still fucking hilarious. ]

Oh my god. I did so good. [ She didn't do good. She passed, but barely. ] I'm a fucking genius at drunk dancing.

[ the look suits her. the look on his face says he's not at all surprised to see someone boss there way through a tornado and then waltz in like they're stalking up the red carpet.

when she approaches, he stands aside, waving an arm as if he were welcoming her to his new abode. ]

I live to serve. [ absolutely not sorry at all. ] Miss? Well, there's certainly a lot of sand. It seems everywhere nowadays. Tell me, you've got to have that in places that would be best left to the imagination.

Yes.

[Its a dim reply, given from the comfort of his hand. For a moment, it seems like he might offer more of a reply before he reluctantly and blindly offers her the canteen back.]

It will--hic--not kill me.

[ She snatches up the canteen as soon as it's offered, immediately tucking it back into her bag. Then she sets a hand at his shoulder, aiming with a gentle (by her standards) push to get him seated on one of the rocks along the wall. She'll claim a seat next to his. ]

Yeah, alright, if you say so. [ And she literally can't not ask anymore, it's driving her crazy: ] What the hell have you been up to, anyway?

turn off the lights, we gonna lose our minds tonight!

for kylo ren

for genji

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the info for this thing is under upgrades here btw: http://futurologists.dreamwidth.org/12926.html

OH THANKS!

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