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wakingthedead2014-07-25 06:13 pm
mordechai) wrote in wakingthedead2014-07-25 06:13 pm
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Waking the Dead 2.0 || September 23-26, 2063 || MISSION: OMS004
WHO: Alistair and Kaz
WHAT: OMS004, "Seeking the Chosen"
WHERE: All over South America
WHEN: September 23-26, 2063
SAFE FOR WORK? Yep
OTHER NOTES: Not yet!
[After spending an entire day alternating between long, winding and oftentimes crappy South American roads with its blinding heat and irritating humidity and hoards of People, nothing quite beats the relief that comes with the first good sip one has of perfectly chilled, decent booze.
Alistair lets out a sigh that he hadn't known he was holding in and leans back in his chair. He and Kaz are seated at a table in their first stopover for the next three days: outside of the one halfway decent karaoke bar in a humble little barrio somewhere in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, South America. They've been all over the place, and the only good thing about that is that they managed to cover a lot of ground. But that's it.
The waiter's still hovering close by, eyeing him nervously. He asks, in mumbled Spanish, if the señor hunter's young companion would like anything. Alistair tells him to wait in quiet Spanish of his own, and looks at Kaz.]
Want anything to drink? My treat.
[Might as well take care of the boy. It's not like he hasn't been doing that for a while now.Besides, Hikaru will kill him if he doesn't.]
WHAT: OMS004, "Seeking the Chosen"
WHERE: All over South America
WHEN: September 23-26, 2063
SAFE FOR WORK? Yep
OTHER NOTES: Not yet!
[After spending an entire day alternating between long, winding and oftentimes crappy South American roads with its blinding heat and irritating humidity and hoards of People, nothing quite beats the relief that comes with the first good sip one has of perfectly chilled, decent booze.
Alistair lets out a sigh that he hadn't known he was holding in and leans back in his chair. He and Kaz are seated at a table in their first stopover for the next three days: outside of the one halfway decent karaoke bar in a humble little barrio somewhere in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, South America. They've been all over the place, and the only good thing about that is that they managed to cover a lot of ground. But that's it.
The waiter's still hovering close by, eyeing him nervously. He asks, in mumbled Spanish, if the señor hunter's young companion would like anything. Alistair tells him to wait in quiet Spanish of his own, and looks at Kaz.]
Want anything to drink? My treat.
[Might as well take care of the boy. It's not like he hasn't been doing that for a while now.