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[drinkscola]

Who: maruko "marco" reiji (drinkscola) and you!!!
When: 08.02
Where: various places
What: marco being uncool... also guns, soda, and a football
Rating/Warning: mild language, but otherwise nothing for now!


a.

[ welcome to the gun show

or a gun range, more specifically. here's a guy dressed in a pinstripe suit (actually a school uniform, thank you), lifting a sig sauer p226 towards a target. he's done his homework such that his stance and grip are correct, but... experience tends to trump textbook knowledge. he sweats, manages to keep his hand from trembling, and squeezes the trigger.

BANG.

and holy shit, even with protective earmuffs, that's loud as fuck and the resulting kick is even more startling. while the bullet's hit its mark, marco doesn't quite notice as he yelps and drops the weapon; it clatters to the floor wherein it sets off again.

BANG.

whoops. at least that one hit the wall and not a person. he's immediately looking around to make sure no one heard that, much less witnessed it. ]

b: shopping district.

[ well that had been rough and embarrassing— time for some caffeinated, sugary calories. after fishing out his wallet, selecting coca-cola and swiping his card, a single cola tumbles out.


except, after that's been retrieved, the sodas don't stop coming. they continue to cascade out of the machine one-by-one, rolling on the surrounding pavement in a variety of directions. ]

What the hell, I'd say—!!

[ the vending machine continues until it's empty of every can. ]

c: shopping district, part 2.

[ during his hour of waiting for a maintenance bot to show (it won't), marco's taken to building an elaborate pyramid structure. he kind of half-expects something to come along and obliterate it, so he won't be too surprised when that happens. it's been a painful waste of time.

he fixes another can to its side. ]

Geez, what is up with CERES lately...

[ he gets being forced to live in a dystopia, okay, but an inefficient one sucks. ]

d: entertainment/pleasure district.

[ as someone who usually practices alone, even back home, it might be useful to scope out talent. temporarily useful, as marco knows none of this should actually stick. once he's spied someone that looks physically capable of regularly withstanding tackles and somewhat unoccupied (by which he means, unoccupied hands), he's raising his football. ]

Here. Catch, I'd say.

[ whether you like it or not, it's beamed toward your torso. hey, be grateful or something that at least he didn't beam it at your head!! ]

e: boutique; closed to kashuu.

[ okay, in-between being broke (a relative adjective) and newcomers and gross cybuddies and avoiding the hell out of everyone due to those memory shenanigans, marco's finally traversed somewhere beautifully expensive with intent. upon entering, impressed already, he'll approach someone that looks to work there. ]

Hey, I'm Marco. [ potentially useless information, okay. moving on: ] And I'm looking for someone named Kashuu Kiyomitsu...

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b

[masakados]

[All he wanted was to go to the grocery store... He didn't expect this obstacle in his path.]

Drinking all of these is going to be rough.

[Naoki's just going to pick his way care...fully... through the sea of soda cans in Marco's direction. He's doing his best to avoid stepping on one because he doesn't want to be coated in pop today, no sir.]

[drinkscola]

[ NAOKI... a cool, strong guy looking onto this mess that he's made; marco could die. he tries to curtail his anxiety somewhat (trying not to look so hurried in picking them up by allowing his steps to slow, forcing a smile) with mixed results. ]

[ he tries a friendly wave. ends up dropping a cola, only to catch it before spatters onto the ground again. ]

You could help, I'd say. [ he could. does he want to? he suspects not. ] I'm not a fan of diet sodas, you see. [ of which there are plenty of! ]

[masakados]

[Cool strong guy, Marco... one day you'll be disillusioned. One day. Naoki side-steps another rolling can that could've ended disastrously and smiles back toward him.]

Does that mean I'm gonna have to drink half of these?

[That said, he's... immediately crouching, starting to gather up cans, stacking them as safely as he can manage in the crook of one arm.]

[drinkscola]

[ wha that's nice of him... marco's smile becomes more sincere and appreciative. he sets down his load of cans on a nearby bench, ensuring that they're not too keen on rolling away again. ]

Well... Vending machines are usually 15-25% diet. So... roughly a fourth.

[ he looks back to his companion, eyebrows raising. ]

I believe you can do it, though. ... Probably. [ strong guys are strong drinkers ]

[masakados]

I'm afraid of what might happen to me if I drank that much.

[Naoki shakes his head in disbelief.] Think if I just, I dunno, stack them over here CERES will take 'em?

[Next to the vending machine, abouts. He's kind of doing it anyway, since he's running out of arm room.]