Day 2, continued

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Around lunchtime, the tablets and screens located all around the studio turn on, in the way that they always do when the mascots have something to announce. Unusually, however, there is no music, no fanfare; the camera is out of focus, and Ronald doesn’t even seem to be looking at it. Instead, he's turned to King, ]

—supposed to be 40! What the McFuck are you doing? Can you even count?

[ The King stares. ]

You gave out 41! The Colonel would never screw up like that!

[ The King stares. ]

And what's this, "Quarter Pounder or Whopper" garbage? Those aren't equivalent burgers, you fake-grill-line-adding piece of shit! I'd better not see this referencing this in your next ad campaign!

[ The King offers a Whopper. Ronald McDonald smacks it out of his hand. He starts to yell again, but cuts himself off, turning his head toward the camera. ]

—Are we rolling!? Grimace, kill the feed!

[ The screens switch off. ]

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Comments

[golden_dream]

... I'll take his word for it.

[keybroad]

We're supposed to all be seeing each other again next week for the most part. If we're missing more than one person, it'll be even more awkward for everyone else seeing each other.

[keybroad]

[A large, unopened bottle of whiskey is passed]

[keybroad]

Maybe there's a beach at the hotel?

[The atmosphere already feels pretty relaxed.]

[ranked27]

[No booze, he doesn't seem too fond of it]

Good luck, and may any unpleasant surprises catch you inebriated.

[Well, not you as in you Lotus -- you as in anyone, he means -- but yeah, if someone gets betrayed it may be better for them to be in a state where the shock won't be so nasty]

[autorejoin]

Thanks.

[ He opens the bottle and pours himself a sizable glass of the whiskey— straight, with no ice or coke or anything to dilute it. ]

[refusedtoleave]

We have no way of knowing. I just wish they'd get it over with. Then we can work out what to do from there, once we know where we stand.

[She doesn't wavier and sips her tea.]

[jinglebros]

Not sure I want that.

[ Uuuuugh he fucked this up for life. ]

[keybroad]

Soon...

[She stares into the bottom of the screwdriver. It's her second one, but its fullness still intimidates her.]

The drinks, whatever type, help with that. "By the time I finish this, it will be over" is a comforting thought.

[manuscripture]

It's from a movie...

[meatitfeedson]

That's right, if we lose any more than Emily no one will be able to trust one another. But we should be okay, so, are you going to share or what?

[keybroad]

I think that's the real reason they gave it out. [She munches a cookie, absorbing it comfortably before she keeps talking to him - he raises her standards of class] They don't seem to be encouraging reduced inhibitions that aggressively for the actual game.

[exequte]

I'm not sure if it will be big - it's a little anticlimactic if you know what's coming.

[refusedtoleave]

I'm not supposed to drink.

Though I've not been able to take my medication here. And I'd rather save what I have until an emergency.

[meatitfeedson]

It sucks, but I'm sure everyone has one of those, I wouldn't let that deter you.

[keybroad]

Yeah...? That's a shame. I hope you found a type of tea that's a good substitute.

[keybroad]

But we don't.

[They didn't!]

[refusedtoleave]

If you're referring to this. I'd say it hardly counts as tea.

[keybroad]

[squints. is it like mcdonald's ice tea or something]

Yeah, that's one of the hardest things to find the good stuff in America.

[whereas Lotus, sipping her screwdriver, has settled for what's inherently the bad stuff]

[refusedtoleave]

[Focusing on her tea.]

I'd rather be sober for whatever happens.

[keybroad]

Ah, sorry, guess I haven't seen it.

[keybroad]

[Unlike most people who've come to this table, Lotus actually proceeds to pour Kyrie a screwdriver - though she's clearly not good at this, it's 2-3 vodka-OJ instead of 1-2.]

[manuscripture]

I've come to find that not everyone even comes from the same universe. It might not even exist where you are from.

I was just picking a phrase that was better than JUST good luck.

[refusedtoleave]

[Nope, just plain McDonald's tea. She's used to freshly brewed with the leaves okay.]

I'll keep that in mind. Fortunately I have little interest in going there.

[meatitfeedson]

[That's definitely for the better. Besides, she's in corporate business, you've got to go out for drinks, she's built up at least some level of tolerance.]

Even if the rest of the food is trash, at least they have good drinks.