[Log]

[goldtiger]

Who: Everyone ever!
What: It's drinking time at the locale tavern! Lets make the bar tender love the new arrivals!
When: Evening time.
Other information: One rule to this, everyone must get completely smashed one way or another! Dohko went and just grabbed as many people possible to join in a drinking binge and even if your poor character is there to have one or two drinks. Run away before they get roped into drinking games.

Comments

ota but gooooood luck

[biotictouch]

[ Someone's nursing a small glass of whiskey off in the corner, looking as though she may be sulking a bit at all the sudden company. She still looks like shit, thanks to her lovely allergy, but she is making the best of it.

Moira decides to move further into the corner of the tavern, away from the commotion, where she can look on hawkishly and stay away from all the riff raff. She's too old for this nonsense already. ]

[angelology]

You know, I would think you'd be treating this like a world-changing discovery. The final proof of alternate dimensions, and how our access to them can change and diversify the world. There's plenty of technology to borrow from our new neighbors.

[ Mercy sits and crosses her legs. ]

Are your allergies really that bad?

[biotictouch]

Oh it is. And it is fascinating, don't get me wrong.

[ She sips again, curtly. And without so much as casting a glance towards Angie. Moira's still not all that enthused, she thought she'd be alone at the very least. She scoffs at the notion of 'borrowed technology'. How ironic. ]

You've navigated the world theater before, Angie. [ There's a new one. ] Don't be daft. No one would believe us.

And yes. They are.

[ Thanks for asking. >:( ]

[angelology]

Even for you, I refuse to believe a Talon operative is merely evil for the sake of being evil. Couldn't this benefit the world? If there's anything here like a cure that I could bring home, I'd load an entire bus with it.

Wouldn't you do the same with just the right piece of technology?

[ She pulls out the antihistamines and hands them to her. Hippocratic oath. ]

[biotictouch]

[ Moira scoffs again, barely short of a snort of laughter. ]

Oh Angie. I did.

[ If a tone could be laced with Bitrex, this would be it. ]

You don't honestly think I do what I do just for fun, do you?

[ Her...genetic editing programs offered a cure to so many diseases and ailments written into people's DNA, but hey, it was unethical. What a gas, huh? Moira finishes her drink, and taps the counter for another. ]

[angelology]

You have so many gifts, it is a pity to see you lend them to those who would have the world in war.

[ Mercy orders another drink... at least the bartender is going home rich tonight. ]

I mean that as your colleague, not your enemy. I respected you.

[biotictouch]

[ Moira’s quiet for a moment, before sipping again at her whiskey. ]

You find someone who pays better, finances my work, and believes in the betterment of mankind, and I’ll leave. Until then, I don’t want your pity. Or your respect, for that matter, if any of it truly mattered, I’d still be in good graces with Overwatch now wouldn’t I?

[ There’s a big case of the bitters there and its not in her drink. ]

[onethousandflowers]

Hey.

[He's not actually drunk, given he's been eating slowly. But he's not sober, either. He looks a little older than most of the crowd here, too.]

This seat taken? This whole place is full of the young, proud, and stupid, and I need a breather.

[biotictouch]

[ Okay, you've curried an arched brow, and a small smirk. Only momentarily though, she goes back to sipping her drink with the least bit of concern for where he sits. ]

Not at all.

Though you'll find I'm quiet company.

[onethousandflowers]

That's the best news I've had all night.

[He settles across from her.]

So... you look a little... Allergies?

[biotictouch]

Oh good.

[ Ever the gentleman, she thinks to herself. Her eyes narrow slightly. Thanks dude. ]

Unfortunately.

[onethousandflowers]

Sorry. I can relate. I'm a little bit allergic to my own heart.

[He WAS working on cloning one back home...]

Transplant. If immunosuppressants would help you, I'd gladly share.

[biotictouch]

[ Let Moira blink slowly. Oh, she thinks she's found a project. ]

How....unfortunate.

[ She's been given a small gift. Or a small taunt, thanks to her leaving her lab, her equipment, everything behind. ]

They won't, I can't take them. Thank you, though.

[ GO BACK TO YOUR HEART TRANSPLANT. ]

May I ask what warranted such a procedure?

[onethousandflowers]

My last heart was punched out of my chest by a portal-using bastard when I was 16.

[He says it matter-of-factly, then sips at the glass of water he brought with him.]

[biotictouch]

[ EXCUSE HER AS SHE NEARLY CHOKES ON HER WHISKEY. Using her napkin to get that shit under control, she takes a quick moment. ]

I'm sorry, punched? And the rest of your chest cavity was simply un-obliterated?

[ This. This could be a winner right here. ]

[onethousandflowers]

Not as such, there was a nasty hole. He put a portal inside of me and pushed my heart out by punching through it, you see. Not my fondest memory.

[biotictouch]

[ Just this expression for a solid second, before she finishes her drink. ]

Forgive me if I find it hard to believe you're alive, much less the portal opening inside of you.

[ She's not calling you a liar, just that she's having a rough time right now. ]

My apologies for your predicament.

[ She's really just sorry she asked, because now she's having a hard time knowing what to think at this point. ]

...had I any equipment, I'd offer my services.

[onethousandflowers]

I suspect my world's rules of possibility are different from yours. My allies were able to provide artificial tissue to hold me together until I could get a transplant.

[And now he's stuck here with it. Laws of nature are weird. It's probably not a good idea to fly in front of her... Especially given his tipsiness.]

I'm Byakuran, by the way. Byakuran Gesso.

[biotictouch]

I suspect they are as well. Chances of survival in my time would be astronomical, even with mine and my ex-colleagues abilities.

[ Honey flying would be the tamest shit she'd seen this evening alone. ]

Moira.

A pleasure, despite my obvious lack of silence like I'd promised.

Should I ever come across a halfway decent arrangement of tools, I'll let you know. Transplant rejection is nothing more than...mild inconvenience if I have anything to say about it.

[ By totally questionable means, sure!! But definitely in her realm of possibility. ]

[onethousandflowers]

Yeah... Let's just say I made it through on willpower alone. [Other people's willpower. Maybe he'll explain that system someday.]

You being able to help is well worth the break in the silence; that's good to know. The suppressants only go so far.

[biotictouch]

Obviously.

[ She nods, tapping down for another drink. ]

Were you looking for the entire heart to be replaced, or simple relief from symptoms?

[onethousandflowers]

Whichever one will get me off these pills for good. I'm sick, no pun intended, of having a compromised immune system.

[He's been through hell with that.]

And if you can kick-start melanin production at the same time, that'd be great,

[biotictouch]

That might take me some...time. [ And maybe...some haggling with Angela. Eeeeeughhhh not what she wants to do, but if it meant having a pet project, then so be it. ]

Replacing genetic flaws is what I'm most known for back home.

[ Conveniently leave out that it was unethical how she came about the results. ]

Mmm. Albinism I may have less luck in remedying. Regardless, I'll need...quite a few things before I can fathom helping you. Luckily, that doesn't stop me from preparing in the meantime.

[onethousandflowers]

If you need help, I'm technically a medical physicist.

[Among a lot of other things, but he's not going to go into that right now. And now he can apparently add farmer to his list... He takes a deep sip of his drink.]

[biotictouch]

Technically?

[ She wants to ask him why didn't you lead with that, but won't. Her grip on her glass though, visibly tightens. Wonderful. Slipping anything under the syringe would be all the more difficult now, not to mention another set of prying eyes when it came to her ethics.

Well, it was fun to fantasize about at least. She'd still help him, but enjoy it? Far far less. ]

Only in procuring equipment.