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[wingenvy]

[He really hates doing these... but he'd gotten the message earlier, and it's probably for the best not to delay things for long.]

Hey all- just a quick head's up. Yuri Lowell's gone home again. Everybody in Brave Vesperia, don't worry, okay? It's business as usual. I'm sure we can figure out where to take things from here. Yuri would want us to keep on trucking, so that's what we'll do!

[WE'LL BURY THE SADNESS YOU GUYS IT WORKS GREAT]

Oh, and I've got an announcement for all you newcomers to Luceti, too! The name's Zack Fair, and I work at the local bar here in the plaza, along with Buffy Summers and Shizuo Heiwajima. The bar's called Good Spirits, and it's a great place for just hanging out and taking the load off. Not just for alcohol, either! So don't worry if you don't drink that stuff.

Come on in if you're ever feeling thirsty! We'd be happy to serve you.

[With that said- it's an Open Bar Post! Visit, mingle, chat with that handsome glowy-eyed bartender or each other, whatever. And once his shift is over, Zack will be going home (of course) a bit late, fleeing the thunderstorm. Good thing he's a durable sort. And there might be a nice surprise waiting for him tonight...]

Comments

[alloys]

Oh, don't flatter yourself, now.

[fleurdesel]

You're right. How could I ever hope to achieve your level of alcohol tolerance?

[alloys]

You can't. Simple as that.

[fleurdesel]

Your liver is bound to be some kind of medical miracle.

[alloys]

You're welcome to have it once I build myself a new one.

[fleurdesel]

An invaluable donation to science. The medical community of Luceti thanks you.

[alloys]

Don't worry, I'm keeping tabs on all the "thank you"s they owe me.

[fleurdesel]

However shall we pay our debt. [She snorts.] Whenever you do get around to making it- I'm certain you will find a way to test it before I put it in you.

[alloys]

[He lifts an eyebrow.] Who said you get the honor of doing that?

[fleurdesel]

How many other surgeons are there available in Luceti?

[alloys]

I'm sure I can build one.

[Yep.]

[fleurdesel]

...Bullshit. I do not care how long you develop or work on it, no AI or robot will ever have the same judgement or finesse as a trained surgeon.

[alloys]

They also told me it was impossible to miniaturize the arc rector. And here we are.

Doing the impossible is kind of a hobby of mine.

[fleurdesel]

I am not saying it is impossible. I am saying it is a waste of resources better spent elsewhere at this time. Really Stark. It is bad enough I have to worry about magic making me obsolete. I do not need you working on ways to ruin me as well.

[alloys]

...You're not one of those people afraid that robots are going to turn evil and take over the world, are you?

[fleurdesel]

Why would I...I meant here. I would rather be useful.

[alloys]

Oh, well--rest assured, I wouldn't rent out my surgeon robot. He'd be for my personal ventures only.

[fleurdesel]

...if you get yourself killed because you did not consider all the variables inherent in surgery, I am going to laugh.

[alloys]

If my own inventions haven't killed me yet, I highly doubt any future ones will.

[H-ha, oh the irony.]

[fleurdesel]

...

[Perfect opportunity for a cutting remark here. He has set himself up for one just. Beautifully. But. Her word is her word and she keeps it.]

I suppose it depends upon the invention and the quality of materials available.

[alloys]

[Very good, Adele.]

Well--I'll make you a deal. I won't build a surgeon robot, or a new liver.

[fleurdesel]

That will save me a great deal of potential stress Stark. Thank you.

[alloys]

Don't say I never did anything for you.

[fleurdesel]

To infer otherwise would be to make a liar out of myself.

[alloys]

And we wouldn't want that, would we.

[Sounding half-interested at best.]