Hello, anyone here?

"Why would I talk to pictures on the wall?"

Shrugs.

R

restraint

Nightlife
Fleeced?! Heavens no. He spent extra for the Air-conditioned room. And the Dragon Roll. And The kneeling mats. And spent the 45 eddies for the "Water(better)". This was elegant cuisine.

Mike watched in amazement, like when the gorilla you're studying finally correctly makes the ASL-gesture for 'Banana' correctly, as you problem-solve your way into getting the Musubi into your mouth.

"Right?! Imagine what the simpletons who can't afford their own dining room are eating? I bet it's just sawdust and... And... And, uh, cheaper rice...."

He nods...

"Like, Fleck wouldn't even know what to do with chopsticks, he'd be all 'Where do I put my hands?'

The idiot."

He takes a sip of his water(better), and he shakes his head at your question.

"Nah, Panda's box is when you open it and everything's black and white so it's hard to tell what's going on inside it."

Question, does Soma inhalation affect your cognitive function?

"And I mean, Yeah... I mean No... I don't trust anyone, that's why that ring is staying right where it is until we find someone trustworthy. I know you won't let anyone else's grabby hands get near it. Right? Right, MILLIE?"

His eyes half-gainer off your cleavage and up to your own vibrant eyes... Nodding as if he was cajoling an answer out of you.

"We find a trustworthy pirate, who can read a map, and we give him a finders fee to help us track whatever that map goes to."

There comes a gentle knock at the sliding door to their feasting room, and Mike calls out.

"Oh shit, that's probably our Moshi! Come in!"

"Help me, Obi-Juan Kenobi! You're my only hope!"

Giggles.

laugh

startled

Out

simplicity has started a new game with the following players:
simplicity

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 2 0 7 7 1 3 2 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i m p l i c i t y " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i m p l i c i t y " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 2 0 7 7 1 3 2 7 }

simplicity has started a new game with the following players:
simplicity

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 2 0 7 7 1 1 7 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i m p l i c i t y " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i m p l i c i t y " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 2 0 7 7 1 1 7 7 }

simplicity has started a new game with the following players:
simplicity

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 2 0 7 7 1 0 3 8 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i m p l i c i t y " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i m p l i c i t y " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 2 0 7 7 1 0 3 8 }

Nightlife
"Okay, but it's not pink. I mean it's kinda rosy I guess, if you squint…"

MILLIE backed off of her plate to allow your unbelieveable, downright mystical feat of culinary acrobatics to slap onto her plate atop a burst of rendered fat and faux-shoyu.

She… clapped like an imbecile and then started to negotiate the lift of a spam musubi… and then struggled, and then adamantly refused help, and then ended up stooping forward so her face was nearly level with the plate, and then used her chopsticks to lever up the parcel a few millimeters to her lips, to then convey the rest of the way in for a bite.

Salt, salt, and more salt, with some vaguely sushi-seasoned-rice in the background. There was something to chew on that was vaguely protein-like? But clearly, this was Cuisine. They weren't getting absolutely fleeced, no!

"OooOoOOoooogh~… magaaaawuugh'd."

Millie delicately used the heel of her hand to corral what grains of rice unstuck from the brick and lingered on her lower lip.

"I bet that's real, erm…" she struggled to identify what she took a bite of. "…that. Like the poor people, they can only get the pretend stuff."

Her eyes meandered to you, then bounced via your gesture back at herself, then bounced off of them (as you do) back to you. "Wait I thought we were At Panda's Box? Is that not the name of the restaurant? Aaaaaand I'd love to decipher the map, but who do we know that we can trust?"

Nightlife
You should have seen Mike in his first Etiquette class he took at Kang Tao(Formal Etiquette 101). Required. He was even more embarrassing than you were with chopsticks. His leap in ability was something to behold in his Second Etiquette Class(Formal Etiquette 101. He failed the first time around). There he could use the chopsticks with the dexterity of an expert who had literally fives of years under his belt, like he was right now.

He looks at the swirled disk with ruffled edges and it's pink color...

"I don't really like fish."

He tries it, though, and focuses on the soy sauce flavoring, letting the almost mash-consistency of the pollack slide down his throat with a heavy dab of horseradish painted green and the salty kelp wrap.

"Mmmm... Here, you gotta try this."

He'd ordered 3 plates of it, and the processed and carved Spam was tossed via the incredible dexterity from his two chopsticks to land with a wet slap onto your plate.

"It's the best."

He nods, eyes drifting to your tucked napkin and the chain that was weighted between the reasons that neckline was egregious. I mean, not for Southie, but definitely for Mid-town.

Which is why they weren't in Mid-town. This was high-dining. He points to your cleavage with his chopsticks.

"We gotta find someone to decipher that map."

He nods, like he just came up with a very smart idea.

"And you know that's not much of an argument. You... uh, You don't wanna open that panda's box if you can help it."

out

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Vittoria

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 2 0 7 6 9 3 3 2 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " v i t t o r i a " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " v i t t o r i a " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 2 0 7 6 9 3 3 2 }

V

Nightlife
MILLIE knew less-than-zero about Japanese food, which meant she was absolutely the sort to be Utterly impressed at literally everything available here.

Of course that included the absolutely authentic soundtrack.

There was this slightly-rubbery beige square thing, which was compressed and processed pollack.

There was also this thing that was like a log of crab, like it was stringy and it was red on one side, white on the other. Also processed pollack.

And then some white spheres (pollack), hollow tubes with grill marks (pollack), and pink pillow-shaped things (also pollack).

"Babe you gotta try this one!" Millie managed to maneuver to your plate (with both hands on her chopsticks, somehow) this other thing that was on her noodles, like a disk with ruffled edges, white and pink in a swirl. Pollack.

It all tasted vaguely of the same savory protein but she could swear all the different colors and shapes amounted to excited new flavors.

"It's pink."

She was half-wearing the napkin provided, tucked egregiously into the sweetheart neckline of her too-low syn-leather top — not that it was all that untoward, here, in Southie.
It proved necessary, by its various dots of moisture, to catch the drips and fumbles of her adventures with the chopsticks.

"I don't know how to feel, like should I be relieved that the bartender didn't die, or should I be mad that the gun I bought was dogshit?"

Sleep well!

Have a good night!