[Log || 004] Empieza and Aeolipile

[mostattitude]

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Isla Empieza first, then sailing to Aeolipile Isle!
When: 4/1 - 4/28
What: Picking up new crew members and recovering from the Navy battle! Plus shenanigans.
Warnings: DRAGON!!! But no, nothing really. Probably.
Style: Any!
Status: Open if you're on Isla Empieza and want to hang out!


This is our April log of awesomeness! Date your threads accordingly and probably include a location. This is the plan for now:

4/1-4/10: Hanging around IE, grabbing Cynthia, STUFF.
4/11-4/15: Sailing to Aeolipile!
4/16-4/28: Aeolipile craziness.

HAVE AT!

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[waywithmachines]

[he's partying very reluctantly, he'll have you know! He's much too busy reinventing the modern age to pay attention and this place is full of gadgets and gears and gizmos to hold his attention for hours. Already he's sitting off to the side a little and doodling on napkins. There for moral support and the woo, party, atmosphere, while really being busy trying to save the world through science]

[mostattitude]

[Drops down next to him with two pints of something or other in one hand, and with his other he pushes two shots of something else along the bar until they're in front of Donnie.]

Hey, bro. What boring sciencey thing are you up to now?

[waywithmachines]

Boring sciencey-- Don't you understand I'm trying to start a revolution that can rock the very foundations of this world and send it hurtling toward the future? A future that we, by the way, would much prefer to live in? This is important work!

Besides which, that "boring sciencey" stuff is what gets us things like electricty and pinball machines.

[looks up finally and blinks]

What are these for? [points at the shots and then at Raph's drinks] What are those for?!

[mostattitude]

[Only half listening, really, as he divvies up the drinks between the two of them.]

Okay, well, you should work on the pinball machine first, then.

[Then he looks up with a grin.]

These and those are for you and me, dude!

[waywithmachines]

[yeah. Shoulda known it was wasted on him, really. Some people just don't understand rocking the world's foundations unless they were punching it in the face first]

Sure. I'll get right on that. [all the sarcasm. He looks at the drinks and sniffs suspiciously and then sticks a finger in to taste just to make a hundred percent certain and

yeah...

Yeah this is no sparkling cider]

Raph this is alcohol! We can't drink this!

[for one thing, they were underage. For another]

Do you know the effects alcohol has on mutant turtle biology?

[mostattitude]

[Just raises a brow and points down the bar to where Leo is.]

You mean, aside from turning you into a total dope? No, I don't know, Donatello. Please enlighten me.

[All the sarcasm right back as he sniffs curiously at his pint.]

Ning-dude got them for us. [He pokes at the shot glass.] I think this is the same stuff Master Splinter keeps around but never lets us have.

[waywithmachines]

[oh, man, how did he miss that. Still]

Well...

[no, wait. This was Raph.]

blah blah blah important scientific stuff you don't care about even if you should, but most importantly don't you think that there's a reason that Master Splinter never lets us have this stuff?

[mostattitude]

Probably because there's a drinking age in our world.

[Pointed look.]

I don't know if you've noticed...but we're not in our world. Besiiides, it's not like he'll ever know.

[waywithmachines]

Yeahhh but I dunno, Raph. I don't think it's a good idea.

[mostattitude]

[Rolls his eyes.]

Look, I'm not planning on ending up like Drunky McGee down there, I'm just curious! Come on.

[Nudges both glasses meant for Donnie closer to him.]

This is what you get for being all lame and stuff by yourself at the end of the bar.

[waywithmachines]

I am not lame and stuff. I'm... doing... things.

[oh forget it. And it was-- if Leo was doing it... and if it was just once to experiment then.... well.]

Okay but just this once.

[takes a tiiiiny sip] BLEH! How can anyone drink this stuff?

[mostattitude]

Doing lame and boring things.

[He grins when Donnie caves and watches carefully as he takes a sip, which is immediately followed by a bark of a laugh at that reaction.]

Aw, what, not good? [Eyes his own glass.] Can't be that bad...

[And so, of course, he takes a huge gulp.

And promptly makes a face.

But forces himself to swallow without coughing or gagging.

He speaks in a croaky voice.]

.........See? Totally fine!

[waywithmachines]

It is not totally fine. It's as far from the realm of totally fine as it's possible to be. This stuff will kill your liver, you know. It will rot your brain. Do you want to turn into Gan Nang? [oh wait, maybe he shouldn't have said the last part out loud. Still, it was true and Mikey didn't drink.

Well today.

But just to show Raph that he was perfectly capable of being just as much of a badass, he'll drink it all at once and twitch a few times, his tongue lolling out]

Not... [bangs a fist against his plastron and coughs] not bad at all.

[mostattitude]

Hey, Ning-dude is cool. [His voice is still a little hoarse, and he clears his throat.] He's a real pirate.

[Watches Donnie toss back his entire drink, whoa, and his eyes widen.]

Uhh...

[WELL, can't let the nerdiest turtle of the group out-drink him, of course -- which means Raph is quickly snatching up his drink and downing the remainder of it.]

...Woooo. Ahaha, it's— [COUGH HACK.] —totally not!

[waywithmachines]

You know... Actually... [man is it warm in here or is it just him?] It's... not so bad when you get...used to it. [tosses back another. Cough cough splutter. Getting used to it was definitely a priornitiy]

[mostattitude]

[Reaches for one of the shots he'd set down earlier.]

Kinda grows on you, right? S'not a bad taste really. ...Haha, snot. That'd be gross.

[Gulps down the shot.]

[waywithmachines]

Please don't talk about snot when I'm drinking.

[that's gross. He'll grab a third shot and toss it back and then shiver from his toes up to his head]

Wow! Wow! That really hic gets to you.

[anelegantmyth]

[She sees you, you little shut in, and she'll slide over to his side of the table with two mugs of ale. Cynthia won't even try to catch his gaze, he looked far too busy to even bother with her. But she does attempt to get his attention in other ways.]

So...you think it would be possible to use gems to power some of your inventions?

[She then takes a sip of her ale and pushes the other mug his way. Drink damn you!]

[waywithmachines]

Power them, no. Gems aren't really a power source in and of themselves. I mean if I had a power source I could probably make some complex machinery to build something even bigger; but they certainly wouldn't hurt.

[side glances the ale]

And what do you want me to do with that exactly?

[anelegantmyth]

Ah well, I was told there was a massive untapped gem source here and thought you might want to go gem hunting with me. I'm sure it'd be more fun than locking yourself up in that lab all day.

And I want you to drink it, Donnie. That's usually what one does when given ale.

[waywithmachines]

[he doubt it would be more fun but it would at least be a different kind of fun and he hadn't gone exploring in a while. Who knew what else he may discover]

Yes on the hunting, no on the ale. [he pushes it away with a finger]

Do you know what alcohol does to you? It's nothing pretty.