[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

[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. ]