Pregame Day 1

Date: 2018-07-18
Pose Count: 20
Mamoru Chiba 2018-07-18 02:34:57 92684
It's morning-ish. Mamoru is asleep on the couch and there is half a bottle of sake on the table next to the remote control and the PS4 controller and the game's victory screen is looping. His arm is over his face. He's in his pajamas. Odds are good he woke up at 4 AM and decided that it was 5 PM somewhere.

The rice cooker is singing a merry song and is full of cooked rice because the timer is amazing.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-07-18 02:39:25 92685
Kazuo emerges from the hallway and regards Mamoru. Given Kazuo's habit of oh-god-o'clock runs, this is probably not the first time he has come into the room and regarded Mamoru; the previous time just involved a lot more need of the shower Kazuo's since taken, and also probably the presence of a wildly flashing Pokemon Go Plus. The quiet sigh, however, is almost certainly absolutely identical.
Nephrite 2018-07-18 02:50:09 92686
It's approaching a normal hour for Neil to come searching for coffee. Sure enough, a bedraggled brunette zombie comes wandering out of his end of his end of the apartment and shuffles toward the kitchen without even a passing glance at either inhabitant of the living room and starts digging through the cupboard for coffee beans.

Eventually, he notices the rice cooker.

"Yo, your rice is ready! You want me to turn it off, or--" he wanders out of the kitchen, and finally takes in the scene. "Oh."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-07-18 02:54:44 92687
Only half a bottle and he's passed out! Or asleep. Maybe he just wanted to sleep and couldn't. But no magical healing and no giant bottle of water means there's going to be a hangover. Unless he opens with hair of the dog. Either way, Mamoru shifts onto his side at the siiiiigh and the loudtalk and the oh, and curls up some, and rearranges his arm onto his face again.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-07-18 02:58:22 92688
Is Mamoru going to wake? Mamoru is not going to wake. Kazuo exhales again, then says, "I'll take care of it," and risks an attempt to pass the bedraggled brunette zombie and enter the kitchen himself. This may not have been the best of plans. "Did you find coffee?"
Nephrite 2018-07-18 03:06:27 92689
Neil's voice manages to drop to a mutter, and he leans against the doorway to let Kazuo pass. He actually /can/ be quiet, especially when the person he is speaking to is not on the other side of the room. "I found coffee beans. I can make it on my end of the apartment so we don't wake Sleeping Beauty. Rough night?" He pauses to consider that the apartment seemed quiet when he came down from the roof late last night. "Or uh, morning?"
Kazuo Takeba 2018-07-18 03:14:39 92690
"Don't know the details. He was asleep when I got home." Kazuo takes a moment to check the rice cooker, and tweak the warming temperature down a notch. Since Mercury made him a Real Boy (TM) again, he can't access most of his power out of uniform, but he can steal just barely enough to be useful to Makoto in the kitchen. "That he's still out cold now suggests quite a bit about how much sleep he got earlier, though." That Kazuo let him be asleep in a room with two unlocked doors to the outside suggests quite a bit else, granted.
Nephrite 2018-07-18 03:27:36 92691
Nephrite rubs at his eyes with both hands, willing his abilities of deductive reasoning to catch up with his physical form. He turns the movement into pushing his mane of dark hair back and making a futile attempt at smoothing it down. Isn't he supposed to be the hot drunken mess around here?

"Okay, so I guess cheering him up over the whole not-Earth situation isn't working anymore. Unless -- is there something else? Did I miss out on something? Or -- hmm. I guess... is it the date?" He looks to Kazuo. Kazuo probably already knows, while Neil flounders aimlessly around the point.
Kazuo Takeba 2018-07-18 03:29:45 92692
They're all hot messes. It's just the individual flavors.

"It might be the Device that's been picking at him day in and day out since Mercury lent it to him," Kazuo says. "Or, yes, the date. He was a little off last year in the runup to August. And the year before."
Mamoru Chiba 2018-07-18 03:37:32 92693
"And," mumbles the voice of the entirely-too-good hearing still-somewhat-drunk Mamoru from the couch, "every damn year. Some people hate christmas. I hate my birthday. 'Snothing personal. Eisenhower is in the nightstand 'cause fuck that guy. And I want my powers back. And I couldn't sleep. And I felt like it. It's not gonna be a habit. Everyone's allowed some seriously unhealthy behavior now and again. Join me. Put booze in your coffee. And mine. Please."
Nephrite 2018-07-18 03:47:50 92694
Nephrite is just about to respond to Kazuo when Mamoru chimes in. He glances from the pile of sad on the couch to Kazuo. "Coffee with booze, coming right up." He moves to finish what he started with the coffee beans, shouting conversationally over his shoulder. "But it's going to be whisky. Day-drinking with sake, really? We can do better than that."
Kazuo Takeba 2018-07-18 03:50:39 92695
Somehow, Kazuo manages to vacate the kitchen for Nephrite's convenience while still having one hand over his face.

He takes the hand down in order to navigate the living room, though, given the likelihood of inconvenient cords. Kazuo settles into a lean against the back of the couch, reaching down to rest a hand on Mamoru's shoulder. "Eisenhower," is all he says.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-07-18 03:52:33 92696
Mamoru's arm drops and he squints up blearily at Kunzite, blue eyes red-rimmed and face full of self-aware amused fail. "Spargeltarzanritter," he explains, then calls to Nephrite, "nobody puts sake in coffee. I was doing shots with myself. I have begun the pregaming."
Nephrite 2018-07-18 03:57:14 92697
"Next time invite me so I can do shots with you." Coffee is brewing. Mugs are laid out. Whisky is procured. And a frying pan is produced. There are exactly three things that Neil can reliably cook on his own, and one of those things happens to be eggs. "August is two weeks away. I admire your enthusiasm. How about we make use of that rice so we're not pre-gaming on an empty stomach?"
Kazuo Takeba 2018-07-18 04:00:57 92698
Kunzite nods gravely downward at Mamoru's polysyllabic explanation, then lifts his hand again and re-circles the couch. In order to mute the television.

"That sounds like a good idea," he says toward the kitchen. "Clearly I'll have to credit it to Makoto." Because jokes about Neil having been replaced during the night are not viable till a certain semi-duplicate gets dealt with. Kazuo adds having to miss the opportunity to his list of grudges against her.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-07-18 04:15:22 92699
"The rice?" Mamoru mumbles confusedly, schlepping himself more or less upright, then running his hand through his hair and making it stick upright, then wincing and holding his head. "I made the rice. And then I did shots with myself and played against online randos. I think I play better when drinking." And drinking is better than crying or smashing things when it's four in the morning and you're feeling sorry for yourself and contemptuous of the self-pity at the same time. "I'm glad you guys are here. With me. I'm sorry."
Nephrite 2018-07-18 04:20:46 92700
"I do get good ideas sometimes. Also, this may come as a shock, but I have been known to drink once or twice in my life." Neil emerges from the kitchen and sets two things down next to Mamoru. One is a bowl of rice with a fried egg on top (no, he doesn't know how to make fluffy omurice, so this will have to do, and anyway grease always tastes better with booze). The other is a glass of water, just in case Mamoru changes his mind about mitigating the hangover.

He sweeps up the sake bottle as he sets them down. "Dude, no apologies. You think I've got anything better to do with my morning than share some spiked coffee with my best bro?"
Kazuo Takeba 2018-07-18 04:26:06 92701
"Possibly three times." Kazuo considers the pair of them before working his way around Neil and the couch both, then departing for the hallway. Briefly. Very briefly. To return with painkillers, which are offered to Mamoru, possibly in the interest of keeping him glad that the pair of them are there with him.
Mamoru Chiba 2018-07-18 04:30:20 92702
Hair of the dog, greasebreakfast, water, and painkillers. He might not hate life even more in a couple hours, yay! Mamoru gratefully takes all these things and curls up in the corner of the couch, chugging the water and then carefully balancing the bowl on his knee and holding the coffee in one hand and his hashi in his other, so he can eat, drink, and be teetering between misery and merriment.

"Thanks," he says between bites, and is sheepish anyway, but only a little, and is mostly quiet and eating. And he keeps getting this look on his face until he's had more of the Irish coffee, this look like 'no my mind is cycling back into depressing things, fuuuu--'.
Nephrite 2018-07-18 04:44:24 92703
"That third time was a doozy. Let's do that again." Coffee is, of course, distributed to Kazuo as well, but whisky content in his is optional. Whether he plans to be the sober babysitter or to join them in alcoholic solidarity, Neil is actually unsure of which way he is leaning. He finally takes a seat and takes a long sip of his own mug. "Well, there are worse ways to deal with everything sucking. Do we need more booze? We probably need more booze, if we're going to make it to August. I guess it's time to tap into my stash."