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[criminaljustice]

Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 1, night onward to Day 2, morning

[it's getting late, first day's been exciting, hasn't it!

there's still dinner to get, a vid room open for use, or an empty city to explore at night but maybe you're probably just wanting to head back to your dorms and get ready for the first night at your new home. you could even be getting up say hello to the brand new day! up to you. go wild.]

Comments

Dining Hall

[criminaljustice]

[this kid, at least, is sitting a table with a bottle of alcohol and weird food from his lunchbox that he's managing to choke down as he reads through info on his phone.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[she is just walking by, but she pauses when she catches sight of the bottle and raises her eyebrows]

[criminaljustice]

[only looks up when he feels eyes on him.

and then he looks to the bottle.

and then to her.]

... to be fair, I lost a bet.

[rollplayinghouse]

Gambling and alcohol, hm? Sounds like you're already getting into some dubious activities.

[criminaljustice]

The alcohol's not for me. It was just the easiest thing to get to trade 100 points. And it was more a competitive thing than a gambling thing.

[rollplayinghouse]

I was joking. Though if you start people using alcohol as an underground currency, it may not be a joke.

[criminaljustice]

For the record, I'd take coffee over alcohol any day.

[rollplayinghouse]

I'll keep that in mind.

[criminaljustice]

At least coffee might make this taste a little better...

[poking at his food.]

[skulleffer]

[was aimlessly strolling around, hands shoved in his pockets, but when he catches sight of some dumb kid like him with a bottle of that --]

No effin' way, dude -- is that booze?

[criminaljustice]

[excuse, he's not some dumb kid.

... he's a dumb kid who lost a bet.

anyway, he looks up from his phone before looking to the booze and then back to the new guy.]

Yeah?

[skulleffer]

Geez. You're so coolheaded about it. Can't that kinda thing get you in trouble?

[criminaljustice]

... why would they let me buy it with my points if it was a problem?

[skulleffer]

No way, man. You've already got a fake ID?

[criminaljustice]

We need an ID?

[skulleffer]

I mean -- uh. Probably? No offense, dude, but you don't look like you're twenty.

[criminaljustice]

Maybe outside of this place, but in here they didn't ask for anything but points.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is that for him? Taking the bottle of alcohol ANYWAY and inspecting the bottle even if it's not for him. What did you buy, Subordinate?]

My my. Look at Mr. Over-Achiever here.

[criminaljustice]

[IT'S CHEAP WINE OR SOMETHING BECAUSE IT'S ONLY 100 POINTS AND WHATNOT]

I'm just making good on my end of the bet.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tch. Next time bring him something nice!]

As we both knew you would.

[Going to see if there is anything he can use to open this thing. Did all the utensils get used to make those silly pan towers?]

[criminaljustice]

[why would he do that?

and there's probably something somewhere... probably.]

It'd be annoying to have you holding it over my head, so it's just easier to get it over with.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well maybe good thing this alcohol is cheap because Intensity found something he can pry it open with that's not a wine opener. Comes back with that and a cup and invites himself to sit across from Boss]

You sound so displeased.

[criminaljustice]

I thought I sounded pretty neutral about it.

[... not even gonna share, huh.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oh course, he's going to share. Pours a glass -- this one is for you.

Aaaand slides it over to Boss]

[criminaljustice]

[... wat.

ok, officially confused and just kind of squints at Intensity like the most suspicious feline.]