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Who: Zelos Wilder (

glorifiedtrash) & various persons + OPEN!
When: IC 2/09-2/10 (semi-backdated)
Where: Around the city
What: Complete and utter trainwreck. Aka Zelos drinks a lot and Zelos harasses people. Starters for specific characters located in the comments, but otherwise open.
Rating/Warning: Intoxication, suicidal thoughts, jerks being jerks, crass flirting, will add more if anything else comes up

The Bar | 2/09 all day and 2/10 evening | Drinking isn't a solution but it's a hell of a distraction
[When you're sad, when you're lonely, when you just want everything and everyone to stop existing like a light going out in a windowless room-- what do you do? Hit up every bar you can find that'll let in a scruffy, bandaged guy as long as he has some cash to his name and party like you've never known an ounce of hardship in your life of course. Zelos wouldn't say his methods are problem solving, but they're a form of coping and that's as good as he can do. So to that end he's laughing with anyone willing to share a joke or a story or whatever random thought addles their drunken mind. Gambling, drinking games and parlor tricks are doubly on the table; anything to maintain the center of attention. Whatever it takes Zelos will do anything to not be alone with his thoughts right now.]

A | Can I buy you a drink?
[You were probably just minding your own business when an arm slips around your shoulders from nowhere. Turn to find the source and you'll be face-to-face with a redhead who's clearly never heard the words "personal space" before. He's also shoving a large glass of...something...in your face. It smells like alcohol, but is it supposed to be smoking like that? Warning: alien alcohol may not be meant for consumption by all species.]

Here, here! You look down! Let me get you drunk!

[The subtle approach this is not.]

B | For ladies and guys who look like ladies | Prince Charming has arrived
[You were just minding your own business when you find an hand chivalrously clasping yours:]

Yo. Did I die? Because I think I just found Heaven. Hi ❤️.

C | Time for some heroics! Anyone? No one?
[You were ALSO minding your own business ~~do you notice a trend here~~ when a drunk redhead suddenly flies into you. He doesn't seem too keen to get up, but the trio of rough customers storming over after him might make you a little more keen for him to vacate your personal space.]

Ugh... You seem like a trustworthy person. Tag team...?

[So saying Zelos tags your hand. Looks like you might be in this fight whether you want to be or not.]

The Streets | 2/10 Day | Rank F in social relations
[The streets of Cerealia are confusing and unfamiliar. Or maybe that's just the hangover. If everyone could talk in whispers that would definitely be a kindness. Of course when people find their shoulder randomly being tapped by a disheveled, bandaged down-on-his-luck pretty boy they probably aren't feeling in the most gracious of moods.]

Hey. Why are you here?

[The most poignant of questions brought to you by Zelos Wilder.]

Wildcard
Zelos will be around 2/09 and 2/10 making a general nuisance of himself. Sleeping in the streets, randomly dragging people off to explain future tech to him (his world is pretty medieval) or puking his guts out in a gutter/trashcan/random person's handbag are all great ways to find Zelos! If you have something else you want to do you can PM me to plot or just go for it and post it below (short of maiming/killing/sexual situations I am pretty open to whatever).

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[After drinking all...yesterday and well into this morning...Zelos is most definitely hungry. Rather than use his money to buy good or go to his job and steal some poor SOBs lunch from the break room though he selects a person from the crowd at random. That guy will do. He looks like the sort to succumb easily to peer pressure...

His mind made up Zelos starts tailing his unfortunate victim: one Adolf Reinhardt. At first he's subtle about it, making it a kind of game. Seeing how close he can follow without being obvious, blending into the crowds and pretending to do his own thing, That quickly becomes boring though so he just blatantly falls into step next to Adolf without a word.

Acquired: one (1) animal. Please remember to housetrain.]

[ Adolf is of the impression that he's gotten good at being unassuming in public: collar up, hands in pockets, straight-backed out of habit and out of a semblance of normalcy. He's grown out of the more awkward years where he'd look down at the ground and vigorously avoid any eye contact, but he's not exactly the most approachable person in the world, either— which is why he's surprised to find that he has one redheaded guest trailing next to him on his way to work, keeping pace without saying anything.

Incidentally, this guest also smells like he's just taken a bath in 10 bottles of whiskey.

Ah.

He walks a few more paces, makes sure that yes, he really is being followed, before he steps to the side of the walkway to take a pitstop. ]

...Whoever you're looking for, it probably isn't me.

[ Yeah, hello to you too, Mr. Reinhardt. ]

[Zelos pulls off to the side with Adolf curiously, but doesn't leave at the remark. Instead he tilts his head thoughtfully regarding the man.]

Are you so sure? Maybe you're exactly who I'm looking for.

[HOW MYSTERIOUS--]

[--And then his stomach growls.]

...

[Still making noises hold on.]

...

[Okay, IT'S QUIET NOW. Just excuse him as he covers his mouth and looks away to the side.]

Shit I just lost all my cool points...

[ ZELOS... a metaphorical gold star would be descending from the heavens to pin him with the biggest 'U Tried' badge right now, if that were a thing.

But, well. At least his motives are more obvious?! Clear enough for Adolf to put down some of his guard. His shoulders loosen just a bit. ]

Well.

At least you made yourself clear.

[ This is a compliment. Possibly. 'I appreciate your stomach being transparent as hell'. ]

...If you're hungry, there are places around here to eat.

[This isn't the first bar Zelos has hit this evening. It's definitely not going to be the last. But perhaps it'll be one of the more interesting? Hard to say. He's usually a pretty calculating guy, but even he can't predict the outcomes going on here anymore.

Walking up to the bar of Thistle Do Nicely where Kanda is, assumably, tending Zelos slaps his hand down. You know, to be friendly. And cause he's an attention whore please notice him new temporary bff.]

Yo! You look like an uncool guy. So. I need your help. You wouldn't turn down a face this pretty, right?

[RIGHT???]

[ he can't exactly not notice, but kanda's attention isn't exactly nice. he glares at the new customer, grip tightening ominously on the glass he's holding. ]

What.

[ it's gritted out in not even question form. customer service is a concept lost on him. ]

[Zelos is really good with his mouth. Specifically talking. There's a game going on at a casino and somehow he's connived his way into it. And while he does have the cash (every cent to his name at the moment, how reckless) he never was big on money. Probably a trait of being born rich and never wanting for anything. Materialistically at least. Time to make this game a little more interesting.

To that end Zelos flicks a chip at Zack's face to catch the man's attention. This is a very professional game.]

Psst!

[Super professional.]

Wanna make a side bet? You seem like a cool guy~. I'm a real fan.

[Please don't scream "stranger danger".]

[To be fair, Zack needed the intervention of a chip flying at his face to break his concentration on a game he's very clearly losing. It's not for lack of trying, but every "clever" play he makes seems to be about three steps behind the rest of the table.

He's good at taking shots and hitting things. Calling shots is something else entirely, and it's not a talent he's seemed to have mastered yet.

The distraction has him jumping suddenly, his bright blue eyes moving upward finally from the table, and every bit of confusion he feels right now is laid bare in them.]

A side bet?

[No, Zack, walk away. That would be what logic told him if he weren't suddenly intrigued by the prospect of maybe getting an upper hand in the situation (if only just a small one, in the larger scheme of things).]

You going to tell me what it is before I shake on it?

[Wandering the streets in a wrinkled outfit and bandages, it's prety obvious Zelos Doesn't Fit In. Quite strange considering he's used to being the height of fashion. He can't seem to get a pulse on the trends here at all though (that might be the hangover). So when he sees a nice young woman handing out advice to passers by he doesn't think so much as act (that's definitely the hangover).

Striding over he moves to take Akane's hand and spin her into his arms if she doesn't stop him. A well placed elbow or punch is always a good success in reminding Zelos where ro find his manners. DISCLAIMER: Zelos may in fact have no actual manners.]

Hi Gorgeous ❤️. Have some time to spare?

[This is not the slickest way to ask for a fashion consultation......]

[ she's taken by surprise, so there's no way for her to stop him! but once she realises what's happening, she quickly puts a hand on zelos' chest and politely pushes him. not away, just a little shove so he can back out on his own. ]

If you're trying to pick me up, I'm sorry, but you're not my type, [ akane says with a frown.

well, what else was she supposed to think? ]

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2/10 | Adolf

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1/2

2/2

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2/09 | Kanda

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2/09 | Zack

Sorry this took so long!

2/10 | Akane

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