"We'll meet up for lunch soon."

She walked over and gave you a hug.

"Thanks for the drinks. Happy Pride, princess."

World Breakers HQ
Delightful. Amazing. Good times.

Yeah, if anything comes for him in meatspace, he's absolutely screwed. All his attention is tied up in keeping Kurtz from flatlining, one way or another.

A sound that is part grumble, part grow as he tracks down the source of the power drain. "Rebooting solves so many things, but no turning it off and on again, thanks."

Yes, he's talking out loud. What? Usually no one's there to hear him.

No time for finesse here, as he frantically shifts around signals, aborting the reboot attempt with a user-override, it will stop the shutdown - but it's going to take more time to manually put Kurtz into safe-mode.

User-override, then safe-mode - they need the system to stop trying to repair itself.

Victoria Forsythe -

::Not with this equipment. Med-bay, maybe. Not designed to power cyberware, and we're occupying his ports already.::

Another power source, though... ::I've used a user-override, but it's going to keep trying to reboot if we don't stop it. Maybe if you can rig some kind of temporary battery with a port?:: They're going to need to plug Kurtz in, or, hell, Perry in.

::I'm trying to convince his system to use a safe-mode, but with more power I think I can use that to convince his systems that powerflow is working as expected.::

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

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"I've been known to." she winked, drained the rest of her beer and slid from her bar stool.

"Here O, take my seat. I've actually got a date I need to get to."

She even pulled the chair out for Orlando.

Are you telling me that dancing is not on your agenda lovely?

...a brow arched at you as she does a little shimmie in her chair...

Catching a little bit of your last.

Exactly. How can I live without her muscle? And a grin to the guy currently on bouncer duty, who is trust me perfectly livable with.

it's a big night for the Guards too
sluts are being dragged away to be passed around the Guard's breakroom
or are just raped in their cells

Eases on out for the night

World Breakers HQ
That avatar for that post?

*chef's kiss*

World Breakers HQ
IRIDIA shook her head, her hand quavering in uncertainty.

"I don't know…" Truly, she didn't have an answer. All of this was baffling her and her blink came with a certain labor to it, like she wasn't sure whether she even wanted to shoot or not, even if she had a clear shot.

"I don't know…"

She chuckled as you talked about looking for dancing crazy people and she shook her head.

"As the night gets later I'm sure there will be more of that."

sipping

World Breakers HQ
Through the cascade of data fragments and assorted biomonitor readouts...

His neuron activity was chaotic. While functional enough to keep his Black Box augmentation working, his brain was a dizzying soup of jumbled incoherence. If he somehow magically regained consciousness and lived, Kurtz would be severely cognitively impaired.

The moment of this activity starting is dated to just a few minutes ago. Right when you all walked in.

going to the locker room to put on my bikini

Oh I know. I was just teasing you. You look like you could knock heads.

...she smiles at you and takes another sip of her drink...She settles on a stool and looks around...

I felt like dancing. I was hoping we'd have some people being a bit more wild.

wondering if a nurse is around

World Breakers HQ
Celestine assessed the arrangement of people in the battered throne-room, prioritized them based on their actions and trajectory.

Echo Fenix, closest, destabilized by the blunt reversal of the flamberge.

The state of her wings as an extension of her defenses, damaged but holding, like they weren't held together by normal structures but instead a mathematically complex mesh of field-lines that were twisted together under a power source deep within her — may as well be fucking magic, for all it would seem.

"You act in gestures, like there's nothing left for you but conviction… strip that away and divorce your identity from it — make room for humanity as a whole…"

Your mobility was proving to be a problem, one that was going to force her to give chase, waste precious time in unproductive circles, but you were understandably interested in protecting yourself.

Two steps in pursuit picked up a blur of speed before, well, it became evident that she could also fly.

The Flamberge next came for your hoverboard in an upward swing that required she hold the ricasso of the blade for control so that she didn't chop through it and into you, utilizing the advantage that the previous glancing impact had afforded her.

Joining you in the air, wings open and their backs to the rest of your allies.

"The custody of power is a sacred burden. We wield its glory with sacrosanct burden."

A sudden spin attempted to seize and Propel you, bodily, toward Dylan Cadd and Victoria Forsythe.

"It is entrusted to us — we do not own it!"

Regardless of what occurred, she then wielde the Flamberge horizontally by its flat face rather than lethal edge as she sought to bluntly Plow into the group with it.

Her scarred brow lifted at the suggestion she abandoned O.

"I'm sure he'll manage. Besides I wasn't his muscle. I was just another bar back."

Nodding at your offer to come out in front of the bar

"Yes, yes come party"

ahh yes the election year she had forgotten about that