{Nexus} GLoG LXXIV: Back to the Numerals!

[The Bushranger]

So that's where all the rum's gone...

[Main Cabin]

Quinn nuzzles back, sighing happily in relief.
"Thanks, love," she whispers, taking a deep breath - then eyeing the bottles with professional interest.

[Mindfreak]

[Wedding Site]

"Huh. Weird." Saera says, happily hugging the Plant thing again. Before she deadtimes, because her player needs to sleep.

Simon hugs her back happily, he really loves hugs and since he was cute he could run up to anyone and hug them.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt nods and heads out.
Ugh. Such a stressful day. He thinks he would have preferred one of the people who hated him to show up and attack.

He heads towards his room. Again. Fully intending to use every substance in his possession.

[FireFox]

I don't see what Rein has to be so down about. Toby let him take his psychomorphic god artifact without a fight.

Toby opens one bottle and takes a healthy swig before handing it to Quinn. Quick, get intoxicated. It'll help.

[The Bushranger]

[Main Cabin]

Quinn can't help but giggle as she accepts the bottle.
"That...sounds like a good idea actually. Will you...can you hold me tonight?" she asks softly. Taking a swig!

[FireFox]

Of course, honey. Toby then takes the two bottles and leads Quinn back to their bedroom for some cuddling and drinking. After he judges her to be slightly buzzed but not really drunk, he takes a deep breath. Quinn... I've been thinking...

[The Bushranger]

Quinn, in about the same state the expert on drunkenness has judged her to be in, sits on the edge of the bed, bounces a bit, then looks up at Toby. "What is it, handsome?"

[Reinholdt]

Clearly he's upset that Tobias didn't throw him down and have his way with him.

[Elm Cabin-Reinholdt's Room]
Reinholdt slumps into his bed. And starts drinking gratuitously.

[FireFox]

And be a hypocrite? Not Tobias!

Toby sits on the bed and fidgets... nervously?
Have you ever... thought about... you know... having another kid?

[The Bushranger]

Quinn blushes, ducking her head and smiling softly.
And giving Toby a small nod of confirmation!
"...yeah. I kinda have, I guess," she admits.

Of course, he knows this already. Must be the vodka killing the little grey cells.

[FireFox]

He just wants to make sure she's still interested. After all, Ilpholin may have caused her to consider switching sides or something.

Well...? Do you want to? He reaches out to hold her hand and give it a squeeze.

[The Bushranger]

Naaah. Ilpholin didn't.

"I'd love to." Quinn returns the squeeze tightly, and leans in to try and give Toby a happy, and alcoholic, kiss!

[FireFox]

The Druid kisses her back in relief, pulling her on top of him. I love you, Quinn.

[The Bushranger]

"I love you too, Tobias. With all my heart and all my soul," Quinn promises, hugging him tightly and relaxing, then leaning in for another deep, happy, loving kiss.

[FireFox]

Toby keeps kissing his wife and his hands start to wander. The curtain falls.

[Morty]

[Wedding Site]

Brinika is still hanging around there with all the other kids. The wedding plans are really exciting. She hopes there'll be a lot of music and pretty dresses.

[Main Cabin]

Reelshka puts down another few things on her notes for the fair.

[Elm Cabin]

Sophie is knocking on Reinholdt's door.

[Reinholdt]

[Elm Cabin]

A few discarded vials lie on Reinholdt's desk. He takes another swig of rum before peering into the bottle. Typical. Almost empty. He peers around to see where Ermine was, stealing his rum. But there was no Ermine. Oh right.
Door knockings. Door knockings.
Reinholdt puts the bottle down on the nightstand and stands. Door knockings. Hmm...
He grabs the bottle and stumbles over to the door to open it a crack and peer out.
"Helllllo?"

[Morty]

[Elm Cabin]

Hello, Reinholdt. I'm here to talk about Kirk. I believe you mentioned finding him and talking to him. Sophie hasn't noticed Reinholdt has been drinking yet, but it's just a matter of time; she used to deal with alcoholics on a daily basis.

[Reinholdt]

[Elm Cabin]

"Oh. Yesh. He'ssh not coming Back." Reinholdt says, giving her a blue toothed grin.

[Morty]

[Elm Cabin]

Sophie sighs. That's what I figured... She blinks. Have you been drinking, Reinholdt?

[Reinholdt]

[Elm Cabin]

"Yesh. Don't worrys. Thish place wash practically Builted on tavernsh. Drinking ish a shanity requirements."
Reinholdt takes another swig from his bottle before holding it upside down. Dang. Empty.

"Kirky boy, he likesh the underground mole life too mush. Like shtealing. Shtealing is exilheratingtionthing. Nothing we can do for hims. Shorry Sophie."

[Morty]

[Elm Cabin]

Sophie places her hands on her hips. I may have failed Kirk, but I won't let you drink yourself to death, she says quite adamantly.

[Reinholdt]

[Elm Cabin]

Reinholdt waves his hand dismissively.
"I don't drinks that oftensh. Beshides. I've been deaded. Not all that cracked ups. Oh hey, wanna shee my pixie wingsh?" Reinholdt opens the door to let Sophie all the way in, before going to deposit the bottle on the nightstand by the vials and pull out his amulet of butterfly wings and put it on.

[Morty]

[Elm Cabin]

"Oh, I don't drink that often". Typical, really. Sophie looks at the vials, ignoring the remark about the pixie wings for now. What are those?

[Reinholdt]

[Elm Cabin]

Reinholdt glances at the vials.
"Ummm... vitamen supplementsh. Spechial cat dietary requirementsh. I'm from another dimenshion you know?"
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Reinholdt puts the amulet on, and he has large butterfly wings! He flutters them a few times, knocking the rum bottle over, before turning around to let Sophie get a look at them.
"Whaddya thinks? Neat huh? Keepsh me not pinkish. And don't you dares mention my eyesh."

[Morty]

[Elm Cabin]

Sophie has no idea what he means by "not pink". She wonders if it's just alcohol-induced rambling or something important.
Vitamin supplements, you say. Which vitamins do they provide, specifically?

[Reinholdt]

[Elm Cabin]

"Ish not importants. B and S I thinks." Reinholdt waves his hand dismissively.

And flutters to hover a bit off the ground.

[Morty]

[Elm Cabin]

Sophie tries to pick up one of the vials, preferrably one that's not entirely empty. She'd never have taken Reinholdt for a drug abuser, but now she's unwilling to dismiss any possibility. So she's going to have them examined.
Right. Those wings are very nice, yes. And now, let's talk about your alcohol problem.

[Blue Ghost]

Wedding Site
Blue smiles fondly at Saera playing with the Pokemon. He wishes he could join, but deadtime seems to have taken hold again. He must investigate a way to solve the deadtime problem.

[Reinholdt]

[Elm Cabin]

One's got a little bit of blue liquid, and one has a little bit of clear liquid. She might want to take one of each. Or maybe she doesn't notice. I dunno.

Reinholdt lands and puts away the wings.
"You're rights. We need more rum." He turns to stumble for the door.