video; @unchained

[hedonistic]

[There video opens to a beautiful scene of a sunset at the Fishing District, sky painted in magnificent pinks and oranges that reflect against the pristine ice. A few moments later, a young man's voice accompanies it, tinged with the telltale slurring of someone who's rather drunk.]

Hey, question.

[A pause hangs in the air for a minute, almost long enough that one might wonder if he's gotten distracted or forgotten.]

Did you like your life, before the Storm? [. . .] If the Natha gave you a chance to go back, would any of you stay here?

[Kagari doesn't miss Japan. He doesn't feel homesick. He misses his friends, sure, but he's had more in the past nine months than he did in the twenty-one years before it. But he's starting to feel like the only one.]

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[thefatherssins]

[Masaoka watches the video. Sighs. And puts on some more cold weather gear.

It takes a little while, wandering around the Fishing District.] Kagari-kun?

action \o/

[hedonistic]

[It does occur to Kagari that Masaoka's probably seen the result of this little bender over the network, but if there's one thing Enforcers are good at, it's avoiding their problems, so. He just raises his bottle in a sort of drunken greeting. You saw nothing, old man. Nothing's wrong and everything is fine.]

Yoooo pops. Didja know there are actual liquor stores around here? Blast from the past, huh.

[thefatherssins]

[Masaoka isn't going to get into problems right away. That's probably asking for things to blow up. And honestly, a drink first wouldn't hurt. He sits down next to Kagari.]

You didn't settle for the cheap stuff, did you?

[hedonistic]

Ehhhh...I just picked up the first bottle that looked cool.

[He doesn't know how to tell alcohol of various quality apart ??? u used to be the one who scored booze for him back in Japan.]

You got recs for next time, I'll take 'em.

[In the meantime, he'll offer the bottle....about two inches to the left of Masaoka's face, because he's seriously plastered.]

[thefatherssins]

[Well, that sounds like a Kagari approach.

Masaoka leans his head to the side, grabbing the bottle neatly. He doesn't actually grimace as he takes a swig, but this is clearly a case of design being substituted for quality. Not that beggars can be choosers.]

I'll have to see what they have.

[hedonistic]

Nadril's filled with Refugees like us, maybe you'll find something you recognize. I'll show you tomorrow.

[you know, after he's done having what's going to be a hell of a hangover.]

Hey pops, back in the day, did they always sell to just anyone who showed up with money?

[It seems so strange from the point of view of 2112, that there could've ever been such a time.]

[thefatherssins]

Well, you had to be legal age.

[Theoretically. Teenagers were always good at finding ways around that.]