ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Faw, with that fine display of motor skills, it seems you're the one on track to be the first casualty of tonight,"

I look to Tippy.

"As you can imagine there's nothing to do back on base.

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[Tayasaurus]

"All my stuff is back on base. I'd find something better to do than this naturally."

Tippy stands up suddenly.

"my face really hurts. I'll be right back."

She heads for the nearest restroom.

[comr4de]

Nobody hit F so we're gonna do a new mission

drunken scrabble

[Gojira]

I take my last shot, and start feeling tipsy. By the Ark this stuff is strong.

[Badger]

Walt approaches a nearby base personal after helping fix up some friendly planes.

"Hey you, How far is this base from the front line?"

[Qwepir]

Walt approaches a nearby base personal after helping fix up some friendly planes.

"Hey you, How far is this base from the front line?"

: Far enough you won't get shot in the head going to the corner store, close enough you'll probably fall asleep to the sound of C-RAMs.

[Mr. Hurricane]

I look at the rum bottle. I've finished slightly less the a quarter of it. That warm feeling is already starting to inhabit my gut. I contemplate calling it a night, despite the ridicule I'd get for not drinking to get drunk.

I watch Tippy walk off.


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[Badger]

: Far enough you won't get shot in the head going to the corner store, close enough you'll probably fall asleep to the sound of C-RAMs.

"Thanks; I was just curious - Could you point me to the canteen or mess hall?"

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy stands in one of the bathroom stalls and pulls her helmet off. She rubs the side of her jaw and cringes with pain. She opens that panel on her jaw again and pops out the tube that was containing the oil mixture to lubricate the joint implants. It was empty.

(dammit there is no telling how much longer i'm going to be off base. I should have packed extra.)

tippy pockets the small vial and puts her helmet back on. She steps out from the restrooms and talks to the bartender.

"Excuse me, do you have any canola oil or something similar? vegetable based perhaps? Not to drink, just to lubricate a prosthetic. I've run out of my usual stuff."

[Qwepir]

"Thanks; I was just curious - Could you point me to the canteen or mess hall?"

: Sure thing. Just follow the sign that says "Mess Hall".

He points out the signage.

"Excuse me, do you have any canola oil or something similar? vegetable based perhaps? Not to drink, just to lubricate a prosthetic. I've run out of my usual stuff."

They give you a confused stare before reaching under the bar and bringing up a container of canola oil.

[Mr. Hurricane]

What language does this country speak? I'd imagine it's close to Mercana, so wouldn't Mercanan be at the least a second language?

[Mr. Hurricane]

I notice Tippy getting another bottle of something. Gods her liver must be a tank.

EDIT: I'm a loving handicap and I double posted sorry pls forgive ;-;

[Qwepir]

What language does this country speak? I'd imagine it's close to Mercana, so wouldn't Mercanan be at the least a second language?

They speak Malantan, which is more similar to Huit than Mercanan. Mercanan and Gothic are the most common second languages there.

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy thanks them and refills the vial with some of the oil before rushing back into the restroom. She quickly pops the vial back in and turns a knob to pump it into the mechanical joint.

"Arks exhaust that's so much better..."

Tippy once again exits the restroom quickly and returns to the table with Jackfrost

[Mr. Hurricane]

"What the forget did you already down that bottle?" I ask Tippy.