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Post by vegeta on May 19, 2011 2:38:04 GMT
B2 vote - Even though it's free food, I don't think I'd be able to eat after a person I've been dating for 4 months dumped me.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 19, 2011 4:17:32 GMT
"Then you should probably go."
"But-"
"Honestly, there's no real reason for you to stay if you're busy", you reason strongly.
"I'm sorry..." He says, rising from his seat.
"I am too...for how I acted."
Giving you one last intimate stare he walks away. I guess we just aren't right for each other..., you think as you watch him depart. An attempt to save yourself from self-pity.
Waiting for the food you consider your time spent with him. Thinking about it, when you met him he said he was working on a new project... This was only serving to make yourself feel worse... Wouldn't he have been busier than usual? Yet he always had time for you, though not the other way around. Letting out a sigh you close your eyes for a short length of time. Wonder what he was working on...
Oh, the food. "Where has the gentleman gone?" The waiter asks, setting down both plates of food along with two cups of water in fine glasses. Fancy restaurant...not too much food really...and no side dishes. But it was the thought that counted the most.
"Something came up", you answer truthfully. "He won't be coming back."
"I see, shall I take back the other dish?"
"No, don't do that!" A familiar voice...Oh god...why...
"Chief!" Deneb takes Joseph's empty seat. "Thank you servant man, you may go."
"Very well sir," the waiter says, walking away gracefully.
His helmet was different...like a dome, the side helmet fitting around his head. It was much sleeker than his usual helmet. No... "Deneb!" You angrily whisper. "What are you doing here?"
"Hahaha", he laughs loudly. "I saw Jos-"
"Shhh"
"I saw Joseph leave", his voice now hushed. "I figured he ditched you."
"No...he's..." You frown sadly
"Hmm?"
"We've..."
"What?"
What a brick head... "We broke up!" You almost shout, still trying to speak lightly.
"Oh..."
"Yeah... Anyway... Your helmet? Is that an impact projector?" A type of energy shielding that only stops high velocity objects, like bullets for example. "Yep, haha. Fancy eh?"
"Pft" You fold your arms, "Yeah...I guess"
"Well, at least I'm here for you chief."
"...", you roll your eyes at him, your pout starting to break into a smirk.
"Hah, see!?" He picks up his spoon and takes a bite of the bisque, the silverware phasing right through the dark energy, like a hologram. "Hmm, not bad. Not as good as my homemade stuff though."
"Really?" He was probably just being arrogant again...though he did always seem to be cooking something when you had to go bust his ass at home.
"Waiter!" He shouts, "Get us a bottle of wine!" You try to cover your face when he suddenly catches the attention of the entire restaurant.
A) Just let it be and have dinner with Deneb B) Get the hell out by yourself C) Drag Deneb out D) Free choice
If B or C
1) Go home 2) Go get dinner somewhere where Deneb's antics won't be as embarassing 3) See what Deneb will do/where he will go
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Post by Mizu on May 19, 2011 4:21:41 GMT
A
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Post by vegeta on May 19, 2011 4:21:51 GMT
A vote - For the hilarity of it all.
Dang you Cactus. You made me feel bad about doing this to Joseph.... (DANG IT!)
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 19, 2011 4:47:28 GMT
Letting your unease settle you decide against common sense to stick around, see how it goes.
Quickly a different waiter, balding and mustached shows up with a bottle and two fine crystals. Setting down the set he remarks, "If you wouldn't mind sir, please quiet down."
"Eh? Oh. Hahahaha" he laughs loudly, directly violating the waiter's request the instant he made the request, "Sure sure, I'll try to keep it down".
"Thank you", the waiter replies, walking away.
"Ah, he didn't bring a-"
"Not necessary!" Taking the bottle, he places his fingers around the neck of the bottle, placing some stress on it.
"What are you doing?" You whisper intensely.
"Just watch!" In a quick motion he seems to snap off the top completely. Expecting it to break you cringe, yet it stays intact when he moves his hands. "Shall I pour you some, Madam", He playfully asks.
"Is that safe?" What about the glass..., you want to say. But Deneb pours the fine red wine one step ahead of you.
"Here", he holds it out for you to reluctantly receive.
"Cheer chief!" He pours himself a glass, too much...how crude. Bringing up his glass he knocks his glass against yours, forcing you to smile once more.
"Cheers" you agree. A difficult day to swallow...seemed to go down pretty easy right now.
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"Deneb, dumbass...I told you, you aren't supposed to drink wine like that."
"S-so-so s-ry Ch-ef, I was got caught up in the moment."
Having to shoulder him out of a high class restaurant. How embarrassing...and the liquor made your cheeks seem even more rosy. "Where's the car you ask?"
Weakly he points to the cruiser across the street, good thing it was an upper class neighborhood...Scavengers would love the high-end parts found in the police cars.
Stumbling over you lay him into the back seat, just a bit woozy. Sprawling in the back didn't seem like a bad idea right now...
A) Sprawl out in the back seat on top of Deneb B) Take the car to your house and bring Deneb in (it drives itself btw) C) Take the car to your house and leave Deneb there D) Free choice
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Post by vegeta on May 19, 2011 5:19:14 GMT
B - put him on the couch.
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Post by overtninja on May 19, 2011 5:46:23 GMT
B
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Post by Mizu on May 19, 2011 13:47:10 GMT
b
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 20, 2011 5:55:54 GMT
Somehow you make it to the driver's seat, must have been your strong will. By touching the holoscreen you once again log into the vehicle's computer systems under your account, with all registered information loading up on memory.
"Take me home..." You mutter. Following your command the car gently takes off, heading to residential districts.
As the car slows to a stop you exit, feeling even worse than before. Opening up the back seat you grab Deneb by the arm and throw it over your shoulder. Taking some tipsy steps you go up the front stairs into the apartment complex, practically dragging your partner.
Buzzing yourself in you head to the lift, taking it to the 22nd floor. After some stumbling with the electronic pass you find yourself throwing Deneb onto your two seat couch without much care. Tiredly shuffling your feet to your room you stumble through the dark, having to feel around with open hands to find, first, your pet critter (resembling a fat cat), Ellie, and then the sheets. "Finally..." You sigh, climbing into bed.
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"Ugh..." Your head felt terrible...what exactl- oh...right. Somewhat of a bittersweet night wasn't it?
"Naaaaa", your little pet purrs, climbing into your arms as you sit up, seeking comfort. With a little more love than you show anyone else, you cuddle with it, hugging the furball to your face.
"Morning Ellie", you wearily greet, setting it down to climb out of bed. Oh...Deneb.
Walking out into the main room you expect to find Deneb snoozing on the couch only to find it empty. "Huh..."
Touching it you find it cold as well. He was wearing a suit yesterday night when you brought him in...so it couldn't have been cold if he were here just a while ago. Odd of him to get up early, more so to actually leave. He always wanted to see where you lived...
"Open", you command the windows, digitally shaded to keep out light. As the light breaks through, and the simulated darkness disappears you cover your eyes in annoyance. The bright light was giving you a headache on top of the one you were already suffering from. "Ugh, shade", you groan; on your word the window slightly darkens to an opaque grey.
Touching your head just a bit you blink rapidly, looking at the nearby Slate (the phone) you left home yesterday and then the clock. Oh no...11AM, late for duty...
A) Call in for work B) Call in sick (for once) and relax at home C) Call in sick (for once) and go track down Deneb D) Call Joseph and try to mend things E) Free choice
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Post by vegeta on May 20, 2011 6:02:48 GMT
A - The Lt. can't be a good officer with a hang over. Surely there MUST be medicine in the future for that. B - What we should do. C - Nah. Deneb can handle himself fine. D - Let's not be clingly. E - I'm open to ideas.
A vote - Get some medicine before you go.
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Post by Mizu on May 20, 2011 19:45:24 GMT
B, we are already late as hell, might as well call in sick instead of having to explain to the boss we are late because we got drunk off our ass.
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Post by overtninja on May 21, 2011 20:33:35 GMT
A. Cactus said he loved me !
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 22, 2011 7:21:34 GMT
Medicine...of course. Well, better call in for work. Knowing Deneb he probably woke up early to escape work again. Rubbing your temples you walk to the windows once more.
"Mirror", and on command the dark window turns into a reflective surface, revealing to you, yourself. The black dress you went to sleep in yesterday was wrinkled and messy, your hair wild and untamed, eyes just a bit tired, a few crevices under them from your rough slumber. Better change...wait...Right, you never picked up your clothes...and the stuff you were wearing yesterday were probably in Deneb's cruiser... Picking up the slate you bring up Deneb on the list, the slate automatically dialing at your impulse.
"Please leave a message, I might get back t-" You hang up upon hearing his voice.
"Ah jeez..." With the slate in hand you exit the apartment, using it to lock the door afterward.
Down to the bottom you walk out into the street to find the police cruiser still parked where it left itself yesterday night. Consider a stroke of good luck? You open it up to find the vest, shorts, and shoes. Looking cautiously, eyes shifting from side to side, you enter the vehicle and command the windows to blacken out so you can change inside.
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Driving to a nearby market you track down the pharmacy, not like you ever needed it before. "Uh, hello." You greet at no one in particular, hoping to gain someone's attention.
A disgruntled looking middle age woman walks up, just a bit plump, her hair fair gold and curled like a mess. "How can I help you", she grumbles roughly.
"Is there anything for headaches?"
"What fer?" Her tone wasn't exactly likable.
"For...hangovers", you mutter dryly.
"Don't have any."
"What?" Your tone sharpening now, "Why not?"
"Some complications with non-enhanced people."
"What the hell?" Non-enhanced? How archaic...The augmentation process started over 80 years ago, starting from the babies and children.
"Yep, hemorrhages and stuff, can't help ya kid"
"There aren't any other -"
"Nooo, now scram."
"Ugh", wanting to make at least one scathing remark you shoot back, "Do I look like a kid? Open your damn eyes you old bat", With that you turn back rubbing your temples once again. Coming here only made the headache worse.
1) Pick up some painkillers from the open stock and hope it works 2) Head home 3) Get a late breakfast 4) Go look for Deneb 5) Free choice
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Post by vegeta on May 22, 2011 19:16:28 GMT
EDIT: 2
Freaking lady. We'll show her.
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EDIT: Honestly, I think it may be a slight abuse of power, but not breaking the law. Police officers should be respected because they help save lives. If they need a product, they should be given it with no questions asked IF IT IS AVAILABLE.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 22, 2011 19:18:32 GMT
Dude...Vegeta, a recall means the manufacturer reclaimed the product from shelves.
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Post by Mizu on May 22, 2011 19:22:43 GMT
5 - Turn toward her. Show her your badge. DEMAND AGGRESSIVELY that it is police business to get that medicine! Freaking lady. We'll show her. I'm almost certain that doing something like that is a major abuse of power and illegal as all hell<_< 2
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Post by overtninja on May 22, 2011 20:51:21 GMT
2
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 23, 2011 5:28:41 GMT
As you leave you quickly eye the non-prescription open stock, stopping to pick up a bottle of aspirin.
"Hmm..." You begin to wonder if it would work...But...the price was...8 dollars? A bit steep, maybe too steep you think, sighing. The headache wasn't too bad, and it would probably subside in a little while. Maybe it would be better to just call in for the day.
Stopping to grab a bottle of soda you check out from your Slate, leaving quickly thereafter.
Getting into the cruiser again you pop the top, an old fashioned bottle made of synthetic glass. Quickly emptying the beverage you finish it with a contented "Aah", pretty good... Quan-T Cola, a classic brand, not much of an appetite filler your stomach complains. Cradling the bottle in your hand you eye it up and down oddly, thinking momentarily about yesterday's incident...
Oh...
Searching your pockets you fish out the beam saber you pulled off the mechanical suit, fiddling with it. It was like a rectangle, nothing too fancy, a trigger and a slit at one end, probably the activating mechanism. Setting it down on the side you start the vehicle, returning home.
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Locking the door behind you, you momentarily pocket the slate and take a seat on your couch, relaxing for just a few moments. Your head was still aching, but your mind was too heavy with yesterday's occurrences too particularly care. "Haa...why...", you mumble, pulling up your legs to hug your knees. Seemed like the aftermath of the hangover was clearing your head in more than one way. "It was...my fault. Well..."
A. Stay home 1. Sulk or rest 2. Have brunch/lunch 3. Watch the news B. Go out 1. Get something to eat 2. Go relax somewhere (suggestions) 3. Go find Deneb CFree choice
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Post by Forte on May 23, 2011 5:31:11 GMT
B3.
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Post by Mizu on May 23, 2011 5:34:41 GMT
A2, a full stomach improves your emotional state, psychologically proven fact.
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Post by vegeta on May 23, 2011 6:10:14 GMT
A2 vote
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 23, 2011 6:35:54 GMT
Ellie, your pet, jumps up onto your head, purring and rubbing itself against your hair, causing a static build up. "Ellie! Hahaha, stop", you delightedly ask, only in jest. Knowing your tone the little animal only flattens itself out atop your head, laying there as you stand up, broken out of your trance.
With Ellie still clinging to your head you make your way over to the small kitchen space. "I know what you want", you say, tapping a self opening cabinet door. Opening itself up the storage space reveals several cans of animal food with easy open tops. Simply peeling it off you discard the top into the waste bin and set it atop the kitchen counter for Ellie. A bit unsanitary but... As the white critter jumps down onto the counter you steal a rub and an itch on its ears and tummy before leaving it to its meal.
"Hmm..."
Maybe a meal would do you well too... What was in stock? Tugging on the fridge door it felt light, opening easily and without problems. There wasn't much inside, chilled bagels, some cream cheese and other toppings. Synthetic meat slices and uncooked synthetic meat and ground synthetic meat and...wait. The ground synthetic meat was past its expiration date... Knowing them to be accurate you grab it out of the fridge, tossing it out first. And the synthetic meat slab...expiring tomorrow...Maybe today you would have time to actually eat it, it was sitting for a week or so. Hmm, not much else besides fruit juices and protein milk, also synthetic. Seemed like a lot of stuff was out of a lab these days...
"Well..." You say to yourself, "Guess this'll do". You pull out the bag of bagels along with a container of assorted seafood topping. At least seafood was always fresh around here...
Popping the precut bagel slices into a quick-toaster, you wait for just a moment before they pop out well toasted, a fine golden brown. Touching them you feel the heat, pulling away momentarily, "Ah!" Grabbing a plate you quickly pull them out onto the plate and grab a knife from the sink. Spreading the seafood topping you take the first bite with a crunch.
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A. Stay home 1. Rest 2. Watch the news B. Go out
1. Go relax somewhere (suggestions) 2. Go find Deneb C. Free choice
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Post by Forte on May 23, 2011 6:37:27 GMT
A1 vote.
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Post by vegeta on May 23, 2011 6:43:17 GMT
A1 vote
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on May 23, 2011 7:27:58 GMT
Finishing your rather light meal you place the dish and knife in the washer rack, closing it up so the automatic clean cycle will engage later. Noting Ellie had also finished her meal you pick up the empty container and toss it away, petting her on the scruff of her neck, "Had a good meal sweetie?" You ask sweetly. Looking at the clock it was already noon, "OH!" You forgot to call in after all this time! Grabbing the slate near the couch it automatically dials for the direct line to the police Chief.
"Hello? Chief?" Oh...Wait... "Uggh...chief, I'm sorry but, I'm a bit...weathered today..."
"Hah, is that so? Not like you to get sick Lieutenant."
"I-I'm really sorry chief", Oh right right, "Ugh, ugh", you really milk it, feeling confused about calling in sick because you got too drunk the night before.
"Wow, sounds bad..." You think you can sense a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Y-yeah, I'm sure it's just a one day bug though chief."
"Yep, I bet. Well, it's fine Lt. you haven't had a day off in...two years! Hahaha. It's really fine, just relax, I think you really need it anyway, after what happened yesterday."
"A-ah, right...thank you chief!", you almost bring yourself to salute, a bit on edge.
"At ease, hahaha", maybe he kn- "Too bad though, getting sick right after your night."
"Oh...well..."
"I hope you had a nice time with Deneb, he's not a bad guy you know." God, he almost sounded like... father...A father. Similar in so many ways...different in just one.
"H-how...I mean, yes I did, thank you for asking chief."
"I heard it didn't go well with Joseph..." His tone changed, suddenly serious, sympathetic.
"...No...It didn't." You reluctantly whisper.
"Yesterday must have been a rough day. If you need more time off, just ask."
"Y-yessir..." Doubtful...you think. It was your duty...
"Anyway, enjoy your day, and if you need to talk, call my personal number, just not after 5 okay? Hahaha"
"Right, thank you Chief..." Your answer came out slowly, hesitantly. "Bye."
"Bye Lieutenant."
Hanging up first, you set down the slate once more. You could probably get your clothes later...Yea, you think, heading to your room, Ellie following at your heels. "Naaa!" She sounds off happily. Climbing into your bed you spread yourself out, snuggling amongst two pillows and the side your bed sits against. Ellie quickly joins in climbing into your arms rather affectionately.
"Hmm", Sleeping off the headache, not a bad idea, you could use more rest anyway. Slipping out of your shorts and socks you toss them to the ground a bit carelessly, pulling the light covers over yourself before falling into a light slumber.
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At first the sound of a light buzz, then another, then light pounding, then vigorous pounding, and then...
"CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEF!" Ugh...why...And more pounding to follow...
Slowly getting up you stir Ellie as well, who purrs at the disturbance. Still a bit drowsy, the wet tongue of your companion wakes you up fully. Climbing out of the bed, you briskly walk over to the door, opening it up with a passion.
"Hey Chi-"
"Deneb, the hell do you want?!?"
He points down. "Nice panties chief, didn't think you were the type for such colorful pan-" You quickly knock him over with a palm to the face...helmet.
Running back to your room you quickly slip on your shorts and socks again, walking back slowly.
"Ow...No need for that chief, seriously y'know?"
Letting out a long sigh, you cross your arms at him, "Why'd you show up now anyway?" Looking at the clock it was 5, prime time...almost.
"Let's go do something Chief, you're home, I'm free, it's evening, the night is young, blah blah blah. So how about it?"
A. Yes 1. Go pick up clothes 2. Go see a movie/get dinner in anyorder (can be a date option) 3. Go out shopping 4. Anything else B. No (stay home) 1. Have dinner with Deneb (can be an intimate option) 2. Have dinner alone 3. Check the news 4. Anything else C. Free choice
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