Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

Lost in his own ruminations, Carthrat only half noticed when Rachel gets up and leave a few moments later. Thus, two more days pass in the relative peace of space.

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Over breakfast that day, "We should be to the station in less than 24 hours," Tir comments. "I'm just about ready to stretch my legs and get a good drink." He sends a picky grimace at the food rations, again your meal here. "This isn't that bad, but it can't compete with real cooking."

[Carthrat]

"Huh. What I want to do is get wasted," says Carthrat, lounging about. "I havn't been wasted in years, I swear. Maybe I should get high, too. Though not at the same time. Drugs and liquor are a shitty combination.

I wouldn't mind some sex, either, but I'd rather have the liquor."

Carthrat pauses, and glances at Tir. "Huh. Did I say that out loud?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Tir says, not bothering to hide his amusement with a cocky smile. "The first and the third should be simple enough - hell, I was planning on a bit of drink myself.

Oh, and you're a loon." He says it offhandely, casually. "Going from all serious about your mission to wanted to get bombed and laid. A real man would intertwine these," A grin there, a big one. "Most merchants should like to drink, yeah?"

[Carthrat]

"Dude, when I was a merchant, half the cargo in my ship was liquor," notes Carthrat, playing with a plasma core. "Didn't sell a fucking bottle. Yuki drank like a fish, y'know. Not to mention the slobs I had as crew. Hooboy. We had some *wild* parties.

You ever seen what happens to a Shiran when he gets drunk? All the fur just *FALLS OFF*, man, and there's the most *beautiful* human body underneath."

[Anastasia]

"No wonder that dog eared girl was looking for you," Tir muses, shrugging. "And you must have been bombed like it was going out of style, Carthrat.

I mean, a shedding Shiran?" He again tries to resist laughing, but mostly fails. "You must've been on some good booze."

[Carthrat]

"Oh, damn straight. I knew all the major beer contractors," explains Carthrat. "Y'know the really great thing, though? Getting drunk in zero gravity. You tried it? You really should. It's, like.. woah. I mean, you're *already* floatin' on air in zero-G, so when you get drunk, it's, like, a whole new level of drunk. Superdrunk. Ultradrunk.

And the hangover is tamer.

Though it still hurts."

[Anastasia]

Tir shakes his head.  "Anyway, tales of motion sickness aside,  we'll have to find a good old place here," he nods, thinking.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, maybe," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "Doubtful we'll have time. I want to be in and out as quickly as I can."

[Anastasia]

Tir shrugs. "Regardless of any party plans...we'll be busy," he muses. "It's funny, Rat. The last few times I've gotten caught up in big events, it's been like this - abrupt and innocent seeming."

[Carthrat]

"Huh. Really? You're lucky," notes Carthrat. "I sense these things happening like a black cloud of foreboding. I'd kill for those extra moments of innocence."

He bites back a sudden snort of laughter. "Which would serve nothing but for me to lose it again! It's a very twisted world."

[Anastasia]

"It's not twisted at all, just consistant in it's nastiness," Tir chuckles. "Though, with Soul Eater, it's easy not to notice a 'big' thing coming up. What's a couple of years here and there, right?" Colored by a bit of sad irony, Tir smiles. "A decade there, a century here, it all just flows on by."

[Carthrat]

"I suppose," replies Carthrat, dryly.

"Y'know, I bet you were the kid in school who never handed anything in on time. Tell me. I'm right, aren't I?"

[Anastasia]

A smile from Tir, twisted just a bit. "I always turned things in first in my class - the son of Teo McDohl only had the best of the best for private tutors, remember."

[Carthrat]

"Hah! I never had to suffer through the torments of primary and secondary education," smirks Carthrat. "One of the many joys of living alone at a young age."

[Anastasia]

Tir chuckles again, but doesn't run with it. "Anyhow, we should be there in now..." A glance at a nearby computer panel, "21 hours. Just enough time for a full sleep cycle."