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Booze, Smoke and Games! [Open]

Things had settled down, people were slowly getting out of medbay and stuff seemed to be getting back to the status quo. So what would the ship's chillaxed rebel be doing? Best thing he can do! Drink, smoke and play games over at Hunter's Pad. The fouorth floor being his own suite kind of helped if he needed to crash after playing too hard... if that ever happened.

For now, he'd focus on drinking while playing a rail shooter, while smoking and listening to hardcore trance. Alice was propped up on the game's dashboard and Miguel was at the bar. Even Lil had been brought along but it looked as if she was 'drawing'? On a nearby table.

[[ooc: Feel free to interact with the dolls as well, they'll totally respond!]]

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"Wellll.... You could say that..." He shrugs and looks over to Alice, a tight lipped smirk on his face before sighing. "We didn't really have a choice in the matter..."

Alice shifts a bit in her spot, her voice a bit lower than before. "Sevee..."

He waves a hand dismissively and leans back on the game booth, looking up in thought. "See, the problem with the Dominion, and almost all Terran governments is that if you're in the military, chances are you didn't volunteer per say... Specially not us black ops."

He paused for a moment, taking another cigarette and lighting it up before continuing. "Got taken from our homes as kids, put in re-socialization and given this nifty chip that pretty much governs what you can and can't do. Any step out of bounds from Dominion jurisdiction and ya get zapped and thrown back into the zombie vat."

"Not that that really matters none does it? I guess if we really wanted ta be free, woulda been easy'nuff to jus' turn the gun around an' pull the trigger..." He frowned but shook his head, taking a long drag of his cig and turning back to Punchy, shades back up his nose. "But I don' need ta be boring ya with such crap yeah? Unless you're all interested an' whatnot."

"No, I mean, it's cool and all..." He fiddles with Puppet's habit a bit nervously. He feels bad for having come across as self-righteous, now that he knows. He'll never know what it's like to have your whole childhood stolen like that. To be so totally under someone else's thumb. "That must've been pretty brutal."

He smiled, "Hey don't sweat it bro, I had these misfits with me. They kept me human." Which meant a lot for him, considering he was so close so many times to losing his sanity.

Alice and Lil both wave, nodding their heads once.

"Yeah, still, though." He stretches his back, looking for a change in subject. He feels insensitive - worse, he feels inadequate. "You comin' to the rap battle?"

"'Course I am bud, wouldn't miss it! Should be interestin' ta see 'em peeps get wasted. But I think I'll be more amused by the ones that don't know what it is and might still participate." Change of subject was a-okay with him. Sometimes speaking of the past lowered his defenses greatly and it didn't fare well later on.

"I'm just hoping there's some opponents can step with me. But I don't know, maybe some peeps can get into something they never knew about. Seems no one on here but you's familiar with any of the good stuff." He shrugs. "If I gotta hear one more person asking me to define 'shawty', I'ma pop someone"

Splicer chuckled, then laughed shaking his head. "I hear ya, hey, maybe you're right and you'll encourage and show other people something new and chill ta do and enjoy. I'm hopin' you get some too yanno, cause I know I ain't one ta do much rappin'... I'll take ya on any day at tha turn-table tho."

He grinned wide and gave him a thumbs up.

"You're a beast at the table, dawg. I'll take you in my corner anyday," he says, holding a hand up to high-five. "People just seem so...I dunno, man. They act like I'm an idiot, like back in middle school. Like oh, ain't nothing I like that could possibly be ballin'."

"Really? That's kinda dumb, but I guess people jus' don't understand unique things. Most o' tha crew seems like, I dunno man, too uptight. But for all it's worth buddy? I don't think yer dumb, I think you're one of the few cool dudes on the ship."

"Seriously uptight. They need to call a plumber to work on them sticks lodged up there." He shakes his head, but grins. "Thanks, homie. You ain't half-bad yourself."

Splicer laughed and nodded, crossing his arms and relaxing, "No kiddin' man. Specially the higher ups, I mean I know it's sorta protocol to be serious business and all, but not all the time, your face is gonna stay stuck in that expression where ya look like ya got shit under yer nose."

He raised a brow and smiled, "Eh, I'll take half bad for now."

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