week zero killed our disco lights.

[toesies]

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[toesies]

[Uh.

They can realize the door has locked on them in a minute, but for now? Sheila is staring at the lights as they flicker and eventually settle into blue.]

... Well, that can't be good.

[callmemeg]

[ looks at the lights. looks at her hand tattoo. wrinkles her nose. ]

Are you telling me I match the decor? Ugh. Tacky.

[toesies]

[She looks at Meg's tattoo and wrinkles her nose, too.]

Ooh... And I'm wearing complimentary colors, so that's not great, either. Wanna scoot?

[callmemeg]

Well, it's one way to get me to indulge.

[ she! hates this! ]

If this is what we're going to be dealing with all night, I'm going to need a glass of wine. Maybe three, so I can really drown my sorrows.

[ is she being sarcastic




tbd ]

[toesies]

[She gestures at the bar, which is also bathed in creepy blue lights.]

I don't think anyone would stop you. In fact, they might just join you.

[callmemeg]

And where do you fall on that scale?

[ she asks, but does not wait for an answer. off to the bar! ]

[toesies]

Guess.

[She says this, but she is also shimmying over to the bar.]

[callmemeg]

Mm, I knew I liked you for a reason.

[ meg has just decided this now, as she goes behind the bar to fish out a couple of glasses. ]

So! What's your poison, then?

[toesies]

Aw, thanks. I like you, too.

[The drinks on display get a cursory glance before she settles for:]

I wouldn't say no to tequila.

[callmemeg]

[ i'm gonna say meg knows what tequila is now and save us both the trouble. she'll just go ahead and pour them both a shot and slide one over to sheila. the wine can come later. ]

Bottom's up.

[sistocracy]

[Lenore wanders over with a glass of wine in hand.]

Did someone break something again?

[toesies]

Probably? I swear it wasn't me.

[sistocracy]

I’m sure neither of us could have done it. The culprit surely would have been... well, wherever the lighting systems here are controlled. [a shrug.]

Most likely with bottled condiments in hand, if the previous days’ events are any indication.

[toesies]

[She snorts because, yeah. The condiment crimes...]

I know I haven't seen any breakers on this floor. And the buttons in the command bridge don't work, sooooo... Maybe something went wrong wherever the "avatars" hang out?

[sistocracy]

Oh, maybe!

Well, I’m sure it doesn’t matter too much. We still have the bar, and all.

[does anything else matter?? probably no]

[toesies]

Right. I'm sure someone will come looking for us! Sooner or later.

[sistocracy]

Does that make us damsels in distress? I do hope someone handsome comes along.

[toesies]

Oh? Do you have your eye on a special someone...?

[sistocracy]

Oh, I don't know about that... There are a few men I'd say are rather good-looking. Perhaps some of the women, too.

I'm quite fond of my roommate, though. Steven.

[niceguyferatu]

I doubt it. This hasn't happened the last times people have broken things, after all, has it?

[sistocracy]

Maybe they broke the lights!

[niceguyferatu]

Broke them in such a way that they're still fully functional, but only showing one color?

[sistocracy]

[she takes a long sip of wine.]

[very long.]

Well, maybe? Is that not possible?

[niceguyferatu]

Hmm. Maybe. But that would involve breaking into the wiring or the programming behind the lights, rather than simply smashing the lights out. It requires a little more finesse, you see.

[sistocracy]

So it is possible!

[that's all she's taking from this and it satisfies her. :)]

[niceguyferatu]

Well--in the most technical sense, yes, but it really isn't likely.

[sistocracy]

I suppose there's no way to truly know the cause from where we are now.

[and it's probably not a big deal, anyway! so...]

Glass of wine? [She gestures at the bar with her glass. Apparently she just opened a bottle of red wine before this started.]