TNDG Day 8 (too many logs this day)

[keybroad]

[So Lotus finds Dee at the bar. Under her arm she is holding a few bepegged lite brite boards and a bottle of what she optimistically assumes is vodka. It's transparent, she found it behind the bar, and it's labeled in the Cyrillic alphabet.

Lotus extends her free hand to the other woman.]

Hello, Miss Dee. I'm Lotus. May I borrow you for a moment, please? [She's playing up the Japanese accent on her English more than usual, though not enough to be difficult to understand.]

Comments

[keybroad]

So... I find Charlie and make him vote for someone who won't cause drama. And I also find Ene and make her vote for you. And for now, you vote for me.

Is that okay?

[laterboners]

You got it, sister.

[keybroad]

[An immense sigh of relief. Her shoulders relax as she leans down to rummage through the bar.]

What should I bring him. Whiskey? Does he like whiskey?

[laterboners]

Yeah, but if you really want it to have an effect you should probably spike it with some drain-o. That guy has a stomach that would confuse a hazmat team.

[keybroad]

Uh...

[Stares.]

This makes Mac's blood spitting routine sound way less insane.

[laterboners]

Oh, yeah, that's just Mac. He's an idiot.

[keybroad]

[Nodding.]

It takes all sorts... well, I'll be back, then.

[LATER. She comes back looking totally exhausted, not standing up straight, hauling lite brite boards inaccurately, leaking a trail of pegs.]

Oh my god... after all that... Ene was already voting for Ronove so I'll just vote for you. Is that okay?

[laterboners]

[sort of scoffs]

See? That's what you get for trying to be nice. A lot of work for nothing. But yeah, why not. I still need a vote.

[keybroad]

[In this moment, in this one word, Lotus feels connected to Dee on a deep existential level.]

Work.

[She takes out two lite brite boards. One says "DEE" in pink pegs, the other says "LTS" in teal pegs. Both have a blank black half.]

Then we'll set these up too. Everyone knows and there will be no confusion.

[laterboners]

Sweet. You're pretty good at this. Are you playing to win, or just trying not to die?

[keybroad]

Uhhh... hahaha...

[She looks around for some kind of glass.]

To be honest, probably neither of those things is gonna happen.