taalismn wrote:Scott Bernard slumps into the nearest seat in the local diner, disoriented and wiped out and semi-conscious(how he drove there, don't ask), and asks for coffee, hot, keep it coming, even if you have to pour it over me, thank you, please.
The waitress(or waiter; Scott doesn't notice), having gotten the request before, rushes off to comply.
A few minutes later, having his first cup of coffee in him, he becomes aware of another man next to him, ordering the exact same thing...Having regains some semblance of rationality, he looks over, curious-
"Lancer?"
Lance Belmont, aka Yellow Dancer, looks blearily eyed over at him..."Scott?"
Recognizing something familiar about the devastated fellow ex-freedom fighter, Scott ventures: "Sera?"
Lancer gets a half goofy smile/pained grimace on his face. "Yeah."
Lancer then looks at Scott, "Orange juice trick?"
"Yeah."
Rathorc Lemenger wrote:OUCH.
I think they would call that a good ouch.DhAkael wrote:taalismn wrote:Scott Bernard slumps into the nearest seat in the local diner, disoriented and wiped out and semi-conscious(how he drove there, don't ask), and asks for coffee, hot, keep it coming, even if you have to pour it over me, thank you, please.
The waitress(or waiter; Scott doesn't notice), having gotten the request before, rushes off to comply.
A few minutes later, having his first cup of coffee in him, he becomes aware of another man next to him, ordering the exact same thing...Having regains some semblance of rationality, he looks over, curious-
"Lancer?"
Lance Belmont, aka Yellow Dancer, looks blearily eyed over at him..."Scott?"
Recognizing something familiar about the devastated fellow ex-freedom fighter, Scott ventures: "Sera?"
Lancer gets a half goofy smile/pained grimace on his face. "Yeah."
Lancer then looks at Scott, "Orange juice trick?"
"Yeah."
WORST case scenario they'd die happy
Signed,
Rathorc Lemenger.
Dido.