♤ Net Work - [Video]

[deal_me_in]

Hey my dudes!

[Here's everyone's favorite Exo- okay, so for most here he's likely the only Exo anyone's ever met- strolling about within one of the many abandoned structures of the city. This one's got some strange gears and machinery of some sort along the back. There are a few cracks in the walls that have given way completely, offering a glimpse of the rest of the city beyond. He must be somewhere fairly high up, given the view.]

So. Important questions. ...well all right, maybe not important but anyway-

One, do we have like...a bar or a tavern, or whatever people like to call 'em nowadays- a pub? We back to that? Yeah- local hangout- we got one of those? Now I realize we don't seem to be a whole lotta people here, but having a watering hole to just enjoy a drink and sit or something in between our trying to solve world problems doesn't sound like a bad thing to have.

Two...

[He's wandered over to some makeshift shelving unit where he's got a few bottles of whatever drinks had been served at that last Agrii-sponsored party. It seemed a shame to let them go to waste, after all! He picks one of the bottles up, watching the red liquid as he turns it from side to side.]

Drinks. Obviously they're available. In connection to question one, a bar's gotta have drinks. So did the Agrii just make these pop out of nowhere or is there a better way to go about making this stuff?

Comments

[deal_me_in]

Honestly, I'd be concerned if you weren't at least a little terrified.

[beholding_archivist]

Very reassuring. I will refrain from any too imploring questions, however.

[deal_me_in]

Thoughtful of you! Those are probably things best discussed over drinks anyway.

[beholding_archivist]

Well, I... Guess I wouldn't mind?

Once we manage to make something les dreadful than the drinks they offered at the party.

[ He has more favorable memories of being intoxicated on other substances. ]

[deal_me_in]

Now we're talking. If we manage to brew something suitable I'll name it after you.

[beholding_archivist]

...the last time someone thought that was a good idea I got into quite a bit of trouble with most of my professors.

[ He may not seem like it these days, but growing up Jon wasn't the most easy person to be around. ]

[deal_me_in]

You, a troublemaker? Never. Now that sounds like a story I wouldn't mind hearing.

[beholding_archivist]

A lot of it came down to boredom, really. As a kid I would wander off and the police had to deliver me back to my grandmother. School added classmates to that boredom and later, university, access to a lot of things usually kept out of children's reach.

[ There's a verbal shrug here. ]

My grades were good and no one ever got seriously hurt. I guess I was more frustrating to deal with than destructive, so they couldn't kick me out?

[deal_me_in]

Heh heh, a lot of things can be attributed to boredom. Ooh, I never would've taken you as that kinda kid. You're a regular little rebel!

[beholding_archivist]

Just... Very easily bored. I don't envy my grandmother for having to raise me. She did what she could. But as you can probably imagine she wasn't the sort of person to consider a computer or video games a valid distraction - Nor an easily affordable one. So there you go.

[deal_me_in]

Understandable! I'd probably be all over the place. Scratch that, no 'probably' about it.

So where's the naming something after you bit come into all that?

[beholding_archivist]

University. Having grown up reading away a lot of my time after my grandmother got tired of me causing trouble, there just... Classes bored me. Studying felt like a waste of time and as any other student I had little money on my hand. So I had time, was bored, had hardly any money... But I had far too much theoretical knowledge about making alcohol and access to a school lab.

The stuff was terrible, but very potent and as a student that serves you just right. My idiot of a roommate had the brilliant idea to try and sell it at the university. That's when the trouble started.

[deal_me_in]

[Cayde laughs.]

You know that makes me feel so confident about you're offering me some distilling notes now.

[beholding_archivist]

It's been a decade, Cayde. Please don't think I haven't learned from those days.

[deal_me_in]

I'm just funnin' with you. Really Jon, you gotta loosen up. What'd I tell you about those gray hairs?

[beholding_archivist]

...now you're starting to sound like Tony.

[deal_me_in]

Ouch! Please don't insult me.

[beholding_archivist]

I'm sure you will survive.

[deal_me_in]

I've survived a lot of things, but that's almost a mortal blow.

[beholding_archivist]

Well, I'm sorry. Do I need to reboot you after all?

[deal_me_in]

I'll reboot you. Now who's sounding like Tony?

[beholding_archivist]

I suppose that makes us even?

[deal_me_in]

I guess. But at what cost?

[beholding_archivist]

Better not think about it before we managed to make that alcohol.

[deal_me_in]

....good point.