[OPEN ] ► Central Commons - Bar | Just Chilling

[hartless_cowboy]

WHO| Lindsey and OPEN
WHAT| Lindsey spends some time people watching and drinking
WHEN| Three days post Arena 4
WHERE| Central Commons in the Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| None for now

Three days now and Lindsey was still sore over losing the silly competition. True that he hadn't paid it much mind when he was first told about it, also true that he never thought that he was going to make it so far to the end, but to lose it after being made to kill his own brother and be one of the last few remaining seemed a poor way to end it.

With a gin and tonic in hand, Lindsey paid the serving avox no mind as he watched people come and go from the open cocktail bar. Maybe tomorrow he'll venture out into the city.

Comments

What are Don's rules about fourthwalling?

[hartless_cowboy]

Since the other continued being mislead, Lindsey didn't feel the need to enlighten him. For as long as the pretense could stay, he didn't mind carrying it on.

Thankfully, Lindsey with his ex-lawyer vocabulary had some idea what that might mean.

"Ha. It was radiation, thought so. And it all has something to do with," he gestured vaguely at Don, "you looking like a human sized mutated turtle?"

Well, he's confused by it. Dean's already fourth-walled him once and he was all buuuuuh?

[polyturtle]

"Yeah, basically." Don's hand clenched slightly around the cup handle. "Also had to do with...you know. What happened back there."

I'll keep it vague then.

[hartless_cowboy]

"A bit of radiation turned you into the mutant ninja turtle, more made you turn into people eating monster. Gotcha." Lindsey sipped at his drink. He planned to nurse this glass for a while.

"Good news, our next arena won't likely be as strong with radiation anymore..." His smile waned a bit. "Or it could be again. It's really hard to say. When the whole world's post nuclear apocalypse, there's no telling where radiation would crop up."

Ok!

[polyturtle]

"Its a little more complicated that that, actually." Don sighed. "Normally I would have died of radiation sickness as well. But, well, some other stuff came up at home before I got here."

At this, Don also took a sip. It wasn't too bad, but it lacked...something. It lacked whatever Master Splinter did to his tea.

"I hope its not like that next time." Frown. "And...at least in the previous Arena, there were Geiger counters that could be fixed up. Next time might not have those kinds of hints to help out."

[hartless_cowboy]

"No, but I wouldn't put it past the other arenas to have similar problems. I really wouldn't know." Lindsey was grinning despite the turtle's frown. "That was my first arena."

He reached out to pat Don on his muscular arm. "Hey, on the good side, you're now rich and famous. It probably means nothing in terms of being useful for anything, but you won't have to be further indebted to this place like the rest of us. And, even better, no one stays permanently dead. So don't beat yourself up for it, big guy."