re_alignment | audio; 4/6 late night / early morning ish

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brave police: j-decker | kagerou

audio; 4/6 late night / early morning ish

[It's probably around midnight or so when the post pops up. Or close enough to it that the effects of the red energon have finally worn off. He can touch things now. He's no longer a ghost.]

[And... still considerably unsettled and upset by recent events. Enough to make the following statement:]

I ... I want to learn how to be drunk.

[Because that seems like a great idea. It always worked for his role models around here, after all.]

Someone. Show me how. I'll be grateful.

[And that's all he says. He'll be at the bar, an unhappy pile of metal and wings. Waiting.]

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Good. That's better than. Not okay.

[His head sort of snaps back. His one optic goes wide, as that realization has never really occurred to him.]

Wha... but.

They're alien to us. They're aliens. And we're aliens. So what's... not alien?

Yeah it is. Could be worse, could be better. Can't complain too much.

[Yeah. YEAH. it's this amazing riddle that clearly needs to be solved by drinking more. So Gunmax is gonna do that.]

Well no see, this is their planet. They're alien to us, but they're not aliens here, so technically I have no idea what I'm saying anymore and I'm completely confused.

Hey, does your AI feel numb? Because I think. I think. Something's numb.

Good. Because you should. Have good things.

[He had a point there, but it's kind of thrown out the window.]

But... it's alien for us. Doesn't that make us aliens too? Are we all... alien?

[He frowns.]

It feels... tingly. Kind of tired...

You know what, so should you. You're more entitled to good things than I am.

[POINT? hahaha what point]

Y'know, I kinda like the idea of everyone being aliens. That way we're all different, but we're not all... different. Or. Something.

Yeah, yeah. Like that. Maybe I should stop drinkin' this stuff.

[So what does Gunmax do? he stares at the cube in his hand aaand then finishes it off.]

No... I'm not. I'm just. Screwing up. Everywhere.

[Story of his life bro.]

... Or something. Because aliens are something. That's good. That's a good point. Good job.

[He watches him, and, like he's used to doing, finishes off another cube, too.]

Noooo, no. Shush your. Mouth. You're a good guy, y'know? People mess up, big whoop. I mess up. Everyone does.

Did I make a point? I can't even remember where I parked my bike right now.

I... you... you really think so? You do? You think that?

[He sort of flops across the table, reaching out to Gunmax.]

Thank you. For that. Thank you.

You parked it outside maybe.

[You know what man, Gunmax'll let you be all clingy. AIN'T EVEN AWKWARD THIS TIME. Because so much drunk.]

Hey, hey, you don't gotta thank me. Just keep it in mind! And if you want a little more reassurance, just tell yourself "at least I'm not as ugly as Power Joe" whenever you're feelin' down. Trust me, it helps.

And yeah, I figured outside. But outside is huge.

[This being drunk thing is pretty cool, it lets him cling.]

But I don't think he's ugly. He has... head wings. They twitch. It's not so bad.

Can't you... call it?

[it's only because gunmax is 100% drunk as fuck too ok]

What purpose do those things ever serve, though? They're dumb!

[OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT Gunmax looks enlightened]

OH, YEAH! I mean, not in here, but yeah! That's a thing! Crisis averted.