I make good life choices [Open]

[memory_unlocked]

Who: Epsilon memory_unlocked and you
Where: The bar
When: July 3rd.
Rating: Going with R for language
Summary: Obviously the first thing you do when you get a human body? Is go drink yourself into unconsciousness, yep.
The Story:

So waking up in a new room was weird, definitely, but after all the time spent as a mobile AI, the weirdest part for him is how big he actually feels.

Also pain, that's not exactly fun either but he's experienced that before, even experienced a body in the memory unit.

Kind of, but this one feels different somehow. Maybe knowing this one is actually real and not some construct that can't actually die. Epsilon also kind of neglected to tell anyone he was doing this so that's a conversation he's not looking forward to having.

So avoiding Carolina for a while?

Definitely a thing.

Which is all well and good except his first stop is the bar, because like hell he's going to pass up the chance to drink.

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[beforeblue]

He tries not to go to the bar too often. Kind of suspicious, right? And Cami works there and he doesn't want to give her more reasons to grill him. For all they'd talked, he's still not keen on the idea of admitting how badly he's been doing, and Carolina being here is one more thing to set him on edge.

The bar is just busy enough to feel like he's around people, and also like none of them will care what he does. Assuming anyone here cares about that sort of thing. Most people probably have good reason to drink here.

He heads up to the bar and leans against it. There's no-one behind it right now, so he leans over and snatches a glass, then glances at the guy next to him. "It's self-service if no-one's here."

[memory_unlocked]

Of course he recognizes Wash and Carolina is going to kill him for... Wait..

That's weird. Why was Carolina so insistent on keeping them apart?

And then Wash is leaning against the bar and speaking to him. Not like he can really do anything else now.

"Yeah. Good to know." Church slides off the stool to get himself a glass and then stared at the bottles for a moment before picking one at random. How bad could it be?

[beforeblue]

That voice. He goes still for a moment, trying to place it. He feels like he should know it. But he can't remember it. Maybe it's just similar to something he's heard before. He's met a lot of people, and more since being here.

"Not like anyone has a real job here." No money. People just liked to fill their time. He watches as the guy picks up a bottle of something violently blue. Wash grabs a bottle of vodka and pours himself a glass.

[memory_unlocked]

"I noticed, yeah." He eyed the bottle before pouring some of the contents into the glass and taking a cautious drink. And then making a face before he forced the rest of it down.

"What the hell is that shit?"

[beforeblue]

That expression makes Wash snort with laughter. "Hell if I know," he says, and downs a shot of his vodka and manages it without sputtering or looking like he's gonna throw up. "That's what you get for choosing something weird coloured."

[memory_unlocked]

Shut up, Wash, seriously. Epsilon snags the bottle of vodka and pours some of it in his glass because if Wash is drinking it, it's gotta taste okay. And it's definitely better than whatever the fuck he'd just tried.

"..Ugh, okay, maybe I should let someone else pick for me in the future, at least until I figure out what's good."

[beforeblue]

Wash would protest, but after the blue stuff, he's kind of curious to see the reaction that neat vodka gets from the guy. "Not a big drinker, huh?"

[memory_unlocked]

"Technically it's my first time." Which Wash would know, but the asshole doesn't remember him, not yet.

"So we'll see." The vodka has him coughing once but it's still better than whatever that blue shit was.

[beforeblue]

"Seriously?" That's surprising. He thought everyone had got drunk once by the age this guy looks. Or maybe that's just because he's used to being around marines.

He can't help but laugh when the vodka makes him cough. "Yeah, it does that. Takes a while to get used to. Maybe you should try Tequila shots though, for a truly memorable first hangover."

[tremoring]

Daisy comes into the bar for a simple beer today. Nothing fancy. So, when she sits down with her bottle, she happens to look over at the person sitting next to her, her attention no longer on her communication device in her hands. "what is it you're drinking?" She might as well make some small talk to start with.

[memory_unlocked]

Vodka wasn't too bad, so he'd stuck with that. Epsilon gestured to the bottle in front of him and then rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Vodka. Seems safe enough compared to the shit I tried earlier."

[tremoring]

"Hell of a definition of safe." Mostly joking, said with a small laugh. "What was the other shit? Do I even want to know?" She's made some -- so many -- Bad Alcohol Choices in her life, so she's not judging.

[memory_unlocked]

"I don't know, it was in a bright blue bottle though." And okay maybe safe wasn't the right word.

"Recognizable and doesn't taste like dead ass might be a better description than safe, actually."

[tremoring]

"I mean, those are also good qualifiers. Not tasting like dead ass is a nice start." She gets up and gets behind the bar, rummaging around for some things. "What kinds of stuff do you like?" She's gonna see if she can make something that tastes not like dead ass.

[memory_unlocked]

"Would you believe I don't actually know?" After a moment, glancing across the bar at her.

"All my memories of that sort of thing, aren't really mine."

[tremoring]

"I've heard this place likes taking our memories sometimes. Or you mean like, something else?" She pulls out the stuff for a white Russian, since there's already a vodka theme going on anyway and makes one.

"These are pretty good." She slides the glass over to him.

[memory_unlocked]

"Something else." After a moment.

"I was a computer program until this morning, actually."

[ghflskhu_ph]

An incorporeal entity indulging in a drink one of the few moments he has a physical form for? OH, can Bill RELATE. The communicator on Epsilon's person hisses with garbled static before a bizarrely pitched frequency pipes up with approval.

"NOW HERE'S A GUY WHO'S GOT HIS PRIORITIES STRAIGHT!"

Maybe he'll watch the guy pour one, if only to remember how sweet the time punch tasted right before he woke up in Wonderland.

OOC: Bill here is Omniscient, please don't hesitate to let me know if you have preferences!

[memory_unlocked]

No, the sudden activity from his device doesn't have him jumping. "What the fuck..."

And then he gets a look at the screen (assuming Bill's visible) "Who the fuck are you?"

[ghflskhu_ph]

Bill wasn't at first, but he is now! Enjoy that nice jumpscare, big fella! The triangle 'pops' swiftly onto the screen, bowtie, cane and all.

"ANOTHER SORRY SAP fallen FLAT ON THE CHECKERBOARD FIELDS- well! As much as AN INCORPOREAL entity CAN, anyway-- not like YOU, eh? Someone hit the JACKPOT with GRAVITY, over here!"

In that no longer being an AI means you are actually affected by it now~ Bill peers- yes, actually peers, as though he can see more of Epsilon's surroundings beyond the confines of the devices tiny camera, back toward the direction of the bar.

"But don't MIND ME, I'm just a FELLOW ENTHUSIAST of LIQUOR THAT EXIST in THE UNREACHABLE PHYSICAL REALM."

[memory_unlocked]

Forget who the fuck he is, what the fuck is he looking at? "...The hell kind of thing are you?" Because AI and aliens are totally normal but this?

"...This is some kind of joke, right?"

[ghflskhu_ph]

"The only JOKE around here is SOCIETY thinking it has any GRASP of FREE WILL!"

The demon blinks 'politely' at so clearly being oggled at as the strangest sight out of existence; but then, Bill took pride in being an abnormal creature to every aspect of every dimension.

"Figured as a former part of ALPHA you would know your BASIC GEOMETRY-- but OKAY lemme SPELL IT OUT FOR YA! Starts with a 'T'..."

[memory_unlocked]

"I know you're a fucking triangle, dumba--" Then what Bill had said registered and his eyes narrowed.

"...How the fuck do you know about Alpha?"

[ghflskhu_ph]

"Oh, I know LOTS OF THINGS."

And just to prove it, Bill's eye fizzles over into a projector, flashing images at a million miles per second; some of which Epsilon would know very well- and a few he may not. I mean, hey, Who says a person's 'life' has to flash before them in a coherent order?!

"For instance!--Your REAL name isn't Epsilon! You spend the MAJORITY of your EXISTENCE as an AI! Your entire BASIS of BEING is BASED on some DEPUTY DIRECTOR-- But the MAIN thing I am REALLY AWARE OF--"

Go ahead, lean in close to bask in the suspense--

"--Is that you're STILL standing around instead of going in that bar, here."

[memory_unlocked]

"And? Everyone who matters knows who I am and what I was." Flatly eyeing the screen for a moment before he shakes his head.

"Master of the obvious, aren't you?"