memezilla | Jail Cell Mee

Yeah, that'd do it.

[He's already been shoveling food into his mouth. Big guy, big appetite.]

Bit more surprisin' when yer folks thought magic was a bunch'a baloney.

Even when they don't, ye never know which've the legends is real. Never did see any proof of 'em 'til I was grown.

[She waves her hands to some of the artefacts and spell components around the room. There's some eyeballs in a jar that look way too big to be from any 'normal' creature.] My parents used to say that there's truth to every legend.

Startin' ta think they got the right idea.

Considerin' we've seen stuff from all over the place.

Jes' be glad we were in and outta Ireland. Don' wanna find out what's true and what ain't about faeries.

[She laughs,] I don't know, but their wings are really potent.

Ain't pixies I'm worried about.

Well, good thing we's gonna be stayin' right here in America from now on, right?

Too bad San Francisco's turnin' into such a magnet for supervillains.

I'm pretty sure a lot of them were here already. [She's getting herself some more booze. Whiskey, apparently.]

Wouldn't be surprised. Figure there's gotta be a reason they set up Section 13 here, even though they didn't know where the Dark Hand was based.

Guess there's just somethin' about us that makes magic folk take notice.

Yanno, Shendu was Valmont's fault, but the rest didn't start until after you decided to nab that cursed emerald...

It's about as likely to be the curse of the emerald as it is the sounds of my parents fucking that brought shit here.

And I've told ye a thousand times, Ratso. That curse went back to Chan when he agreed to take the emerald back. It ain't got a thing t'do with us runnin' into every boogeyman in town.

[Booze, he needs more of that booze. The bottle is already about half gone now...]

Uhh, Finn...maybe you oughta slow down on that...

At this point he's going to be useless in a fight. We might as well celebrate our jail break and go lizard hunting tomorrow.

Yer own fault I needed the booze.

Ain't like he's likely ta go nowheres, anyhow.

Yeah, it's not like a dragon kid can just go rent an apartment or nothin'.

[She's throwing back her whiskey,] Then let's get wasted.

In that case, gimme some'a that! I ain't stickin' ta the sissy stuff if we ain't doin' no fightin'.

I'm gonna have such a mess to deal wit' tomorrow...

[She passes it,] Maybe I should break out the Deadman's Surprise.

Sounds interestin'.

[He takes a swig of the whisky, not even flinching as it goes down. For someone barely old enough to legally drink, he seems plenty used to the hard stuff. Then again, he's not the sort to care much about legality in the first place.]

[She cackles,] Finish eating, you're going to need it.

That there sounds like a challenge.

[Not that he isn't eating. Apparently his appetite came back.]

Sounds like somethin' that's gonna put you on yer ass!

Sounds like a real headache for me.

[Ratso, you don't know the half of it.

At least she isn't having them smoke arcane essence... this time.

She's going to finish up her food and clear her plates.] Help clean up or you're cut off from my supply.

[She figures that will get them moving... if she even needed to do that.]

Got it, got it.

[He gets up from his empty plate, takes another swig of whisky, and then starts piling up his dishes.]

Jes' a second...

[Wobble wobble. Okay, he's...up? He hasn't fallen back into his chair yet, anyway. Why is balance so hard when he's drunk?]

[Eh, he's trying. Close enough.

She's helping clean up too, since this is her place. Once it's done she goes to the fridge and pulls out the bottle with the mushroom eating skull, takes out her wand, and says an incantation before tapping the bottle.] Necrius Invive

You're going to want to hold onto your tits, fellas.

[She's lining up shot glasses and filling them up like a pro bartender.]

[Yeah, he doesn't make it two steps before he has to put a hand on his chair for balance. At least he piles his silverware on the plate to be easier to clean up? And when the drinks go out, he holds his up with a grin.]

T'freedom.

Don't fergit revenge.

[He pounds a fist into his palm before picking his shot up and downing it.]

[...]

Pass.

To ass-kicking!

[She's not kidding when she told them to hold on. It's got the potency of everclear, the effect of a mild psychedelic (causing more colour-warping and spatial confusion than prancing unicorn kinds of hallucinations), and it shakes the soul loose just enough to be getting two perspectives at once. But like normal alcohol it takes a little while to take effect. In that time, she's pouring seconds.

And then helping them to the couches.

Where she's going to be flirting with Chow.]

[Once it hits, there's something Chow notices even through the thick haze of alcohol. Having your soul disconnected from your body is a sensation that's kind of hard to forget.]

Hey, there some kinda astral projection shit mixed in widdis?

[Finn definitely needs help to the couch...where he promptly flops.]

Huh, issat what that feelin' is? Never used that one...

What didn't you get about necromancer? Chill, you're not going to lose it. [And she's tossing back another.]

Ain't worried, jus' surprised. Only done astral projectin' once.

[And it's certainly not stopping him from taking another shot. He doesn't particularly have bad associations with that sensation, unless you count forgetting for a moment that he was intangible.]

Feels kinda weird...

[He's mumbling at this point. Someone may have already had too much alcohol to be adding something this strong on top of it.]

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