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♤ Network || Log - Raise a Glass

WHO: Cayde-6 and erryone
WHERE: The Deep End (Orange-13 on map)
WHAT: Cayde doesn't like dwelling on negative things so HEY Bar Grand Opening ~~come drink away your sorrows and stress and enjoy company in general~~
WHEN: 'bout a couple of days after the storm's passed, time flexible thereafter
WARNINGS: N/A will change as necessary
NOTES: Use whatever format you want

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[The image starts out crooked but the Exo's actively adjusting it before he steps back and gives someone a thumb's up off-screen.]

All right, so good news? Nothing sprung a leak despite prior circumstances, surrounding area's a little damp though, but all in all? Everything's pretty much how I left it. Even got some supposed cyanana booze that's been uh...going through this still since before we left for space. -okay I'm not exactly sure how that might taste? So in the meantime, I've got a backup plan.

[He seems to remember something then, coming up close to the communicator.]

But Cayde, you say, what's all this about anyway? Excellent question! I was so excited I forgot to say. Ahem. So, some of you- a good number, actually, might be aware that I have been in the process of putting together a bar-slash-common gathering area type of hangout...thing. It's pretty much been done, just not stocked- but now that we're finally back from...all that and then some, I've got a selection of fine drinks for your...uh... drinking pleasure. Also some non-alcoholic stuff for the non-drinkers and the under-aged. Oh, and there's tea and coffee too.

[Fishing around in his pocket, he holds up a map he's drawn up, the location circled.]

We're right down here, southeast sector, past the lake- I'm working on getting some kind of a landmark but this place is fresh out of neon signs. Anyway! I'll be around. Come as you please, even if I'm not- don't trip up the stairs, help yourself and uh, don't mind if the fish stare at you.

Making the network announcement had helped to fully kick his mood back into a semblance of normal. Truth be told, he just wanted to gather up people together, real people, and settle in with an ambiance of more pleasant times and warmer company.

The backdrop of the water-filled courtyard that made up the center of the nest of buildings had been something Cayde had at the time thought whimsical. During the daylight hours the light that filtered through the large window was a wavering green-blue, offset by the small sconces along the wall and a few individual lanterns at tables and flanking the bar area adjacent to the makeshift aquarium.

Cayde had set up the various bottles of drinks he'd acquired from their planetary pit-stop and scavenged from the cafe on a somewhat crooked shelf behind the bar itself. He'd been trying to go for rustic like those Old West saloons but in the middle gave up and just let things shape itself as he found them. The glassware is just as mismatched as the furniture, but everything's clean and ready to be made use of. If there's anything he really wishes he had, it would be an old-fashioned phonograph player or some kind of music source just to drive off the quiet that filled the space when no people did.

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By then Cayde's taken to playing another hand against his Ghost. Both glance over towards the door when Lauri-Ell steps through, staring as neither had expected the Universal Weapon to look like...a giant hammer. Cayde had been picturing something more cannon-ny that blasted lasers as broad as he was tall.

He's still staring when the Accuser comes back to the counter and sets it to the side. "Huh? O-oh, right." He grabs the pot and refills the mug she'd handed him earlier, washed out and everything. "Here you are."

And then he's back to staring at the hammer. Sundance is hardly surprised when he finally speaks up again.

"...can I hold it?"

Can he hold it...? Lauri-Ell considers the weapon for a long time then lifts it to lay across the counter. Her hand stays upon it the whole time.

"It would be unwise for you to touch it without me touching it as well. You are not coded to the weapon."

Only the Emperor himself and his authorized authorities could carry one without it shocking them.

He almost bounces in place, probably having fully expected to be turned down. People tend to be strange about weapons and something like a Universal Weapon seemed like it would be almost sacred. That Lauri-Ell says something about being coded kind of confirms it, but Cayde doesn't seem the least bit worried as he rubs his hand together with glee.

"Coded, huh? What happens if you're not?" he asks, not that it keeps him from immediately grasping the handle. Hammers? Definitely not his choice of weapon, but there's some fine workmanship here.

Well, he'd appreciate the fact that this weapon was capable of concussive energy blasts, generating force fields, and the energy chains to bind the judged. And those were just the start of the abilities.

"You are a robot, or near one. It is likely that the shock it delivers if handled by those I do not give it to hold or use might well short out your systems."

"Oh! Uh. Yeah. That...that sounds painful. -but then I used to have a gun that threw out arc energy all over the place the more you fired it so it's not like I'm not used to getting shocked by a weapon."

Cayde could get behind energy blasts, oh yes. He tries hefting the hammer to get a feel for weight. The thing looks like solid metal, and with the guns on Lauri-Ell he figures she just makes it look easy wielding the thing as she had when she came in.

Heavy. There is no better way to describe the weapon than heavy. But not entirely because of the density of the metal, even if it was most of it. There was just... something about lifting it.

For Lauri-Ell it was more than just weight. It was duty. one that had followed her even here.

"Please have care. I do not know how to offer repairs to you."

"True, that would get awkward, and Stark would jump at the chance to try figuring out how to patch me together again," Cayde muses even as he tries to figure out a better position to try lifting the thing because boy is it weighty. "But, if anything happens, Sundance's got me covered."

The Ghost nods dutifully, a steady sureness in contrast to her Guardian's reckless eagerness.

"Urf, yep. Definitely a Titan's weapon," Cayde mutters as he manages to lift it a few inches. "Sure you're not just holding it down on me?" he jokes, hoping that much transmits with the brief grin he flashes at Lauri-Ell.

She worries what will happen if she stops touching the thing. Worries greatly. But at his joke she finally, hesitantly, pulls back her hand. No spark, but only because she was allowing his touch.

And he might be surprised to find it was a touch heavier now. Not enough to knock him too much off balance, but enough to be noticed.

That certainly backfires on him. The hammerhead lists towards the counter, Cayde quickly attempting to make up for the sudden shift, so tensed as he'd been in expecting a jolt once he saw Lauri-Ell remove her hand. "Okay, so that's weird."

He'd give it an experimental swing, but he's pretty sure he'd just end up toppling over if he tried. With only a little bit of reluctance, he relinquishes the weapon, setting it down on the counter again as gently as he can, mostly because he doesn't want to scratch the countertop. The hammer can probably handle it.

"Soooo. Universal Weapon."

Weird? Lauri-Ell tilts her head and moves to take the weapon up, moving it so she can put it at her side, head of it on the floor.

"Indeed. It is a very useful tool, as well as the symbol of my office."

At least his curiosity has been sated. Cayde rests his hands on the bar again, studying the weapon from where he is. He chuckles. "Oh, I'll bet. Heh, symbol of office. I get it! Like...judges using gavels. Heheheh...." He thinks someone's got a sense of humor. Twisted, but he kind of appreciates it.

"Yes, like gavels. Except they are applied to the person who commits the crime is the crime is grievous enough.

Cayde laughs at that. "Okay, so I wasn't wrong in the comparison. That is...both disturbing and fitting. Not saying I don't disapprove. The 'verse is full of plenty of people in need of some application of heavy-duty gavels."

Yes, it is. However she couldn't help but wish that this wasn't what she had to deal with.

There was something to be said about the idea that someone who didn't like violence being the start of the new Accusers.

"I do not think it will be needed here."

"Eh, you never know. There might be some pretty criminal bugs out there still."

The Exo's a bit annoyed that oversized bugs have been the extent of actual threats he could do anything about with a gun or a knife around here. Even their supposed rescue mission had largely resolved without him having to fire a shot, amazingly enough.

Criminal bugs? She will punish them. Cayde, she doesn't understand jokes like those!

"I do not like the idea of large bugs. Bugs should be the right size to help flowers."

"Agreed!! Big bugs? They're just...Blech." Cayde shudders in emphasis. "I'm pretty sure I got most of 'em when they came out of their hole, but I guess you never know. And who knows what all's out in the woods."

"I do not fear that I shall be stopped by them," Lauri-Ell smiles.

But she definitely intends to explore.

Cayde chuckles. "There are bigger things than bugs out there. Other things too. I probably don't need to tell you to be careful- there's a whole lot of stuff we don't know about this place."

"Bigger than bugs? Are they smaller than trees?"

She has torn trees apart with her bare hands.

"Care will be taken."

"Oh no, much bigger. At least the thing I came across was. I didn't even know it was there at first- thought I was standing up on some rocky outcropping- nope! Turned out to be someone's head!" The Exo laughs.

At least the thing hadn't been fast. Maybe a little annoyed that it had been disturbed, but it hadn't seemed too intent on chasing Cayde down.

Someone's head? Intriguing. She will have to be attentive. And definitely bring the hammer.

"I will be safe. The Weapon will serve. How can I pay you for the drink?"

The Exo nods, not really expecting anything less. "Oh, I'm sure it will." He waves a hand then. "Don't worry about it. But if you find anything interesting, I'm always in the market for weapons, shiny things, or a good story."

"I do not tend to seek weapons. I fear that I will find them."

But stories? SHe supposes she can do her best there.

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