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[coolerjunpei]

[So, space kidnapping—Junpei isn't a fan. He doesn't believe the "anomaly" stuff and he definitely doesn't want to hear more explanations; until someone shows him real and possibly tangible proof that this isn't just space kidnapping, he's not going to believe it! Easy!

Less easy: calming the hell down. If he's been kidnapped this makes it the third time, and he's already certain that any second now all the doors on the ship are going to slam shut and lock and he'll have to do something unspeakable just to survive. Again. A hasty search determines he at least doesn't know anyone here (it's both a relief and a shame, but whatever), and so the next thing he does is cheerfully (he's not cheerful) head off to start working his new job immediately.

Because his new job is getting drunk (not in so many words), and he needs a drink or twelve. He's on the network after that, his wrist comm clearly not on his wrist for he's very pointedly pulled it off and set it, for now, on what appears to be the bar itself.]

Heyyy, space cadets! [He waves a beer.] How many of you are missing out on the space beer right now, huh? There's a ton of it! C'mon down and live a little, before we're not living anymore!

[Just gonna take a long swig of this on camera... cool. Anyway,] I'm serious, there's no time like the present, right?! Before somebody comes along and makes us all hate each other, let's do this!

[The video shakes a lot at this point as he drunkenly figures out how to turn it off. That's it... that's the message.]



SEVERAL HOURS LATER, a shameful second video, much briefer:
[Mr. Drunk and Disorderly is back, looking worse for wear than before. Ha ha... oops.]

Uh... hey. Sorry anyone who had to see that before. I'm totally fine now! And if you have no idea what I'm talking about—don't ask. Seriously. Please.

[fucking.....nailed it]


(ooc; please feel free to judge him while he's sloshed or afterwards, consider this a double-prompt post)

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[dudebro]

[ There's a flicker of a grin toying at the corner of his mouth. ]

All right, dude. Where is here?

[coolerjunpei]

[And here Junpei swivels around to show the name of the bar, backwards, through the window. Since he's inside. Helpful.]

Here's here! The beer's not getting any colder!

[dudebro]

[ At least Jason is sober and he ...eventually... figures out that the name is backwards and what the actual name is. Detective Sherlock Brody is on the case. ]

Cool, cool. I'll be down there soon.

[ Well, soon enough. He gets just a tiny bit lost and distracted by some pretty girls he sees along the way. But, the urge to drink is too strong, so he makes his way to the bar and makes all the attempt to find the guy he was talking to after getting a very, very heavy drink. It's too expensive, but it burns on the way down and he knows it'll get him to where he wants to be quicker than nursing ten beers might. ]

Hey, man. How're you feeling?

[ How many have you had? Can he suggest some shots??? ]

[coolerjunpei]

[Junpei's still where he's been the whole time, maybe still sipping the same beer, maybe another one in, it doesn't matter. He's already had several. He gives this guy a look when he comes over, like he doesn't know why he's talking to him but then it dawns on him and he motions for him to sit.]

Like my head's going to crack open tomorrow morning, and I'm strangely okay with that. What's that?

[It looks more exciting than beer!!]

[dudebro]

[ Jason gives a big, bright grin. That's what he likes to hear. Sure the morning after usually sucks ass, but while everything is going down? A++ would fuckin' drink again. ]

Just eat a lot of greasy shit, you'll be fine, man.

[ He lifts the glass up, grins at it, takes a drink from it before setting it down again. Then he taps it with his finger. ]

Top shelf whiskey. Might as well go all out since I'm in fuckin'... [ he throws his hands up in a wide gesture, ] space and shit.