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Characters: Many
What: Hotel Antics
Where: Fountain of Youth Hot Springs , hotel lobby and then some
When: today
Rating: Varies. PG-13 on average

[[ OOC notice. This post will act as a hub for hotel antics outside the bath areas. Each room (or place should you go exploring with your buddies) will be it's own thread IN THIS POST. Those of you STARTING threads make sure you fill the subject line appropriately (like "so & so's room " or "the grand buffet") for easy indexing. If comment threads get squished too far into the right after a while, feel free to start a new part 2 thread.

TEGAKI THREADS ARE ALSO ALLOWED. Anyone who begins a Tegaki log, post a link to that tegaki thread in a new thread WITHIN THIS POST as you would a new LJ room log.

Lastly, there's internet access so you can post personal thoughts and things in your regular journals but you don't need to link them here.

That is all!

I'm going to start the lobby thread in the comments]]

Oh, and

Mucho thankos to

sora_dake_ka for composing this map!

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Surge chuckled at Goose's random statement. Clearly SOMEONE had started drinking before all the others. "My hair? Nah, it's naturally this way. Something 'bout forks and electric sockets when I was younger, I think... but it's been like this for as long as I can remember."

With a grin, he added, "Yours not natural or something? I guess it'd be pretty long..." Surge took a swig of his beer.

"Oh right! Name's Surge, nice to meet ya," the lieutenant offered his hand for a shake.

"'Lectric sockets? Do I needa' ask what went on there or what?!" He shrieked, going into a near giggle fit at his remark about his hair. "Heh, naaaah, I needa' gel it and spray it and use sticky shit in it to make it like.. skyscraper hair~" With that, his bout of laughing merely increased just a bit, leaning his head against the counter of the stand in a state of uncontrollable mirth.

"Yeeeeeah, Soor-edge... nice to see ya'~ Call me Lime--... Goose! Goose, Goose, that! I hate LIMEY!" He hiccuped, taking Surge's hand in his, yet not shaking it due to not really thinking that coherently right now.

"I wouldn't want to even imagine how much gel that must take," Surge snickered. "I'm glad my hair's fairly short, I don't really have to do anything with it. But, you know, gotta have it short when enlisted in the army and all that."

Surge would have said something about the name mess-up, but clearly Goose was a bit out of it. Not that he minded, Surge was far too used to being around drunks. And considering this school, he figured it would be a regular occurence. The fact that his hand was still being held, however, was a bit uncomfortable. He did his best to ignore it, though. "Goose, huh? So, what do ya teach? I'm in charge of Military Protocol."

Goose almost totally forgot about the drunken hand-holding he was doing, not letting go just yet for a minute and delaying his answer by a few seconds. Obviously, he seriously did not have the slightest idea what was going on to some extent, but could catch what he meant by his words.

"Buuuuh... wha-huh? Oh!" He let go of his hand and let his arm just hang there limply, not really caring to lift it back up to the counter again. "I do... uh... what was it... uhhhhh things with like... places?" His eyes widened to double their size in confusion for a minute before it finally hit him. "OH YEAH! Hist'ry, that's what I do. It fucking sucks but it's better than like... Al-jeh-bruh or somethin'... I hate maaaaath..."

Surge subtly shook his hand a bit after it was released, hoping the other teacher wouldn't notice. It was somewhat awkward, but he didn't want to bother Goose about it. But considering how drunk the other was, Surge figured Goose didn't care.

"History... sounds like a boring subject to teach. I mean, I've had my fair share of history lessons, but I'd never want to teach it. I'd rather stick to what I know," Surge chuckled as he took another sip.

"Ah, that's right... Linebeck teaches math," he glanced over at the pirate, who was deep in conversation with other teachers. "Honestly, I don't understand a lick of any of that... Not that I need to or anything! Ha ha!"

"It's the goddamned wo- worst!" He hiccuped in mid-'worst', causing him to stutter it out and emphasize it more than he meant. "Even I dun' get it and I've gotta' research stupid... stupid shiiit like.. like what President is on what island or... whatever..." He knocked his head against the counter as he uttered that.

"Ohhh, Wobbly McShakypsycho pirate... guy over there? Heheee, he teaches maths? WHY would he--..." He cut himself off and held back the tinge of an urge to fall to his side. "I dun' get iiiit, that stuff's HARD! I failed math a bit before! Eff'd the stuff!" Another giggle from him despite the negativity of said failing.

So much for not getting that smashed.

Surge let out a loud laugh at Goose's nickname for Linebeck. He quieted down when he remembered that the math teacher was sitting just a few seats away. "I don't know, but apparently he's getting some degree in math or something... I've got to agree with you, math sucks, but I never actually failed. Managed to pass with C's and stuff... Sorta need to know a bit of math when calculating trajectories when using weapons, so some math isn't THAT bad."

He snorted a bit at Goose's drunken rambling. Raising an eyebrow, an evil thought passed through Surge's mind. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, and the trip just started! I have just the idea that would make this trip even more fun."

"I ... I forgot if we use 'em maths in our pilot thingies back in the old flight place I wuzzat! I mean... c'-c'mooooon, our instructor there was smarter'n that! He probably knew math was like.. death in number form!~" He slammed a fist on the surface beneath him and groaned, the math talk getting him disgruntled for a second, but he quickly calmed down at the mentioning of Surge's idea.

"Ooooooh, more fun~? Like what, Sergioooo?" He just barely, feebly lifted his head in slight confusion and excitement as to what his little plan was...

Oh yes, Surge's little plan was snowballing into something deliciously evil as he watched Goose's drunk antics. "Well, since this is a traditional bath house, I was thinking maybe wearing those yukata things. I think I saw a store that sold 'em in the lobby or something."

Standing up, he patted Goose on the shoulder. "Let me get one for you, since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much. I'm sure you'll... like whatever I pick out for you." He walked away from the bar, not even waiting for Goose's answer while trying to contain his snickers.

"Yer ketahs? What the fug' are those things?" He snorted loudly and let out a quick guffaw, waving his mug of rum and coke around. Before he could respond to Surge's offer, he had left him sitting there at the counter, sipping on his drink... so blissfully unaware of what was to come.

Yun kenters... hehe, I dunno what those are, but I'll look good in 'em, I know iiiiit~

It didn't take long for Surge to find the shop. However, there were many patterns to choose from, so he took his time to find a "good" one. After a while, he found the perfect one and bought it. The cashier gave him an odd look, but he waved it off.

Returning to the bar, he nodded at Goose. "Got it right here," he lifted the bag in his hand. Staring at the hilariously pathetic, drunken sight before him, he asked, "Do you... *snerk* need help with it?"

"...!" Goose bounded from his seat, which, due to his stumbling and bumbling state, was quite the hilarious sight to see. "I WAAAAAAANT IT~" He reached for the bag, moving a bit too fast and causing him to fall flat on his face, his glasses dropping from his eyes. His sub-consciousness over his eyes didn't even come to mind due his current drunken positions.

"... heeelp?~" He giggled, not moving from his position on the floor at all.

Surge coughed to cover his laughter at the other man. He probably shouldn't be finding this so funny, but god damnit if he wasn't going to enjoy himself at someone else's expense!

"Alright, here we go," Surge put his arm around Goose's shoulder and pulled him up. It was quite easy considering how lanky Goose was. Walking them both to the nearest bathroom, he took out the yukata and handed it over. "Only the best for my new friend."

(( Top yukata on page... (http://littlegirl.fc2web.com/dolls/kako-warori.htm)))

And how evil Goose's new friend was being to him... yet Goose didn't care, or even comprehend how bad this was. Shakily, he slipped it on to himself, backwards at first. He somehow realized the tag being in front, however, and flipped it over to the right side.

"Uhm... uhm..." He poked his general abdomen area, specifically, around where the untied ribbon lied. "What'da I do with this string-y thing~?"

Boy, he sure was out of it.

With a snort, Surge replied, "You tie it, obviously. Here, let me." He was actually surprised Goose was somewhat sober enough to put the yukata on himself, even with a second try. However, he doubted the other man's fingers were steady enough to tie the ribbon. Leaning over a little, Surge tied the ribbon into a bow, making sure that it was as girly as possible.

"There," he stepped back and gave Goose a once over. "You look... great!" If Surge's grin could widen any more, it would have. "Let's go out and show the others, huh?"

With an oddly effeminate shriek of excitement (strangely suiting the whole frilly yukata deal), due to his obviously rum-washed brain, he slapped Surge on the shoulder weakly and playfully. "Everyone'll looooooooove me!~"

He leaned onto Surge's shoulder and giggled even further, his legs trembling beneath him. "Be my walker, maaaan~ I can mooooooooove...!"

((OOC: fffff *can't. Laughing so hard so I can't pay attention XDD))

"Right," Surge snickered a bit as he offered his arm as a crutch. A nagging voice in the back of his mind told him this whole situation was somewhat ~~gay~~ awkward, but he was finding it too hilarious. "Shall we?" he shot Goose a charming smile, trying to contain his laughter.

"Aw yeeeah~" He glanced down at his newly-acquired outfit, starting to feel a little weary about it as he was beginning to focus just slightly on the reality he was zoned out of... yet it wasn't enough to keep him from adoring it at the time.

And with that, he tried to move forward, using Surge as his crutch, and he stepped right back out into the bar...

"Hey guuuuuuuys!~"

Linebeck looked up and saw...GOOSE IN A FREAKIN DRESS....THING. WITH SURGE. Seeing his friend trying to contain laughter, Linebeck gave a small wink before letting himself loose.

"HAR HAR HAR HAR GOOSEY YE MATEY! MY MY YOU LOOK QUITE UNLIKE YOUSELF! HAR HAR HAR!!!!"

"Alg-bruh fugger!~" With a hiccup and a stumble forward, moving out of Surge's grasp, he spun around in a near 360 before landing flat on his rear end. "How'do I looooook?"

And he just sat there. Giggling like the boozed up man he was. Uncaring that he was completely, utterly embarrassing-looking right now.

"PRETTY AS A PETUNIA DEARIE..._Limey." Linebeck managed to cough out. Then he kicked Goose soundly in the back and made him get up.

"Ye look a bit tipsy today eh?"

Surge grinned at Linebeck, "Isn't he?" He snickered a bit as Goose moved off on his own. "Just be careful now, wouldn't want to hurt yourself or anything." He raised an eyebrow at Linebeck, as if asking 'am I good or what?'

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Yelping and bounding up to his feet, nearly falling forward onto his face yet AGAIN, he flailed his arms in protest. "Tiss-pee? Naaaaaah! I'm fine like a flower onna' sunny day!~"

He grinned from ear-to-ear as he grasped and stroked a part of his rather girly attire. "Speakin' o' flowers, I look good in 'em~ Hehehe..."

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