Scene #418: Let's have a drink! feat. Elle and Wuyin

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Eleanor Lamb	And indeed, over on one of the still viable couches she'd scavanged from a nearby home's basement, Miss Lamb is currently sitting with a nice book, keeping an eye over Inga as she waits for... for whatever is going to happen there. The Sister has already pulled out a well aged bottle of scotch. By well aged, that means she found it at the local gas station where it claimed it was a 12 year. Who knows if that's true though.
Wuyin Tsai	The bottle may have sat on the shelf in that gas station for twelve years. So in that sense, it's totally correct! Wuyin hangs his weapon belt on a peg nearby and settles on the other end of the couch. His pantlegs are wet; he may have been wading. He clears his throat again, frowning slightly, as if it had betrayed him. "Gas station scotch," he observes, a touch skeptically. "We've been scavenging, have we?"
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor sniffs in return, and pushes over a 'tumbler'. It is in fact a small plastic cup from said same gas station. "I'll have you know that scavenging for supplies is a time honored tradition back home and that I am exceedingly good at it. It also comes in handy when shopping for thrift goods for the girls." A sip of her booze, and she makes a slightly wincing face. "Whatever it is, it is... strong, I'll give it that. Next time I shall have to pack my Booze Hound with me."
Wuyin Tsai	Wu doesn't complain about the state of things. He takes the plastic cup, lifts it in something of a salute, and takes a slug. He makes a face. "You may have accidentally stolen the spare fuel. We could pour it into a generator, maybe." She gets a glance. "I am going to assume that this is a name for something that is not in fact a dog with a taste for fine liquors," he remarks.
Eleanor Lamb	A snicker from Eleanor, as she scritches at her belly through that Dad-Sweater she's wearing. "Ah, no, it's oneof the very many gene modifications they offered back home. This one in particular filters out nearly all alcohol as you drink it, or at least the intoxicating effects. Never did work on the taste though. Have you ever drank vodka that's been sitting in some dusty old box for 10 years?" A glance at the bottle on the coffee table. She didn't say scotch.
Wuyin Tsai	"Ah." He looks right at the bottle at the exact same time Eleanor does, then back at her. She /didn't/ say scotch, that's true. His lip quirks in a little smile. "Only the once. There was one in India last year, under a small pile of rubble. I will admit, it was not my finest hour." He reaches over to pour himself some more of it, even if he's not too keen on the taste. He's sounding a little better. "Water, water, everywhere, eh?"
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor looks right at Wutin at that last piece, and murmurs, eyes going wide. "Water, water, every where and all the boards did shrink, water water every where, nor any drop to drink." A lip curls and she smiles oddly. "So, am I the mariner, come to stop the one of three? Or have we not yet met that man?" A breath, and she giggles faintly. "Sorry, I just find that Coleridge wrote something that speaks far too well to our current situation here in Kingsmouth. Someone killed an Albatross, and now the whole island is paying for it. Though... I doubt Cthonian detritus has caused all this... or else we'd havee more powerful folks than just we merry few descending on this place."
Wuyin Tsai	That's a curious look. Wuyin looks back at her with a raised brow until he realizes what she's quoting. He smiles. "I think we will know him when we see him." He lifts his cup, but hesitates before he considers drinking the liquid within it. It is a... questionable concoction. He still thinks it's actually fuel. "I wonder if that's exactly what happened. Maybe it /was/ an albatross -- something on the island that changed to let all of this occur. It sounds like something got brought back, though, not taken away. It wouldn't be a stretch to be both." He finally takes a sip. He makes less of a face this time. "Better the second time," he mutters. It's totally a lie.
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor snorts happily at that, kicking a foot out as she sigh and slumps in her chair, swirling her nasty booze and rubbing at her face. "Hnnng. This is an intolerable mess though, honestly. If the Ship your Buzzing is buzzing about is out there in the harbor, I dare say I do not wish to visit it without backup. As much as we may be able to handle the practical nature of slaying any monsters on said boat... actually banishing the source of this may require a finer touch than 'C4 and Hope'."
Wuyin Tsai	"If it /is/ in the harbor, it would not be wrong to say that none of us would make it to it without backup. I think the draug would be thickest around it." He shrugs, looking to the 'tactical map' that Ainsley setup and the rest of them have been doodling on. The bright-red-lettered 'DRAUG' all over it is disconcerting. "Hope is a good first step, though. We'll keep the plastic explosives as a backup. Never know when you'll need them."
Eleanor Lamb	Eleanor smiles at the end of that, beofre she looks... pensively at her glass. "Sorry if I've been to... ah." She blinks, and tries to be putting words together. "Too exhuberant in my assistance. I'd say that this has been exciting or helpful, but I wouldn't want to belittle your world's plight. I always do find that a little odd, but..." She looks up at Wuyin. "You say things need pushing to resolve and tumble back into a proper order. I say it's the responsibility of the individual to try and make the lives of those around them better. 'Better', of course, being a matter of ethics I suppose."
Wuyin Tsai	Wuyin lapses into silence when Eleanor starts to speak again. He lowers his cup, staring into the middle distance for a long moment. "Eleanor Lamb, if I told you that I didn't find the thrill of this -- this life-or-death struggle, this whole /incident/ more than a little exciting, I would be lying. Being immortal has its perks. Being afraid of your own power is such a bad way of dealing with having it, and why shouldn't we be allowed to enjoy what we do for work now and then?" He sighs, shaking his head. "I probably sound like a madman. We probably both do, truth be told." Wu looks to her, smiling. "We have different ways of looking at the world in that respect. Kingsmouth is a very large stone balanced precariously on a very high peak. You might consider removing all of the people from either side of the mountain, sweeping them off to a safe haven. I'd rather give it a nudge in a particular direction and know where it will fall." His smile fades. "But I'd be an idiot to assume that we're the only ones here with a destination in mind, or with a hand on the stone."
Eleanor Lamb	"I rather suspect the hippies. I always suspect hippies, for they are inscrutible." Elenaor sniffs, and then smiles for a flash of a moment. Then it's gone. "Tell me, though, I do fancy a thought that we're dealing with a web. A rather disgusing web, but a web." She leans forward, and looks at the Dragon. "Riva says the Illuminati and the Templars already have their thumbs in all of this. It would assume to be that the both of them have interests here if for nothing else to keep this isolated to this God-forsaken island." She refils her glass, and then Wuyin's. "You are here for the Dragon. Something brought your people here as well. We have hippies and black helicopters, and the Knights Templar and all of these things all bound here by... fate or contrived happenstance. It is no cooincidence. As you say, either a rock on a very tall cliff, or a keystone planted here."
Wuyin Tsai	"Oh, the Morninglight are probably exceptionally evil, yes," Wuyin says, by way of off-handed agreement. Even if they're both /probably/ kidding. He finishes his cup, and then graciously accepts the refill. He looks right at her while she postulates his affiliation, and smiles warmly at the insinuation. "It is no coincidence, no. I was not speaking falsely when I said that everyone is here because of everyone else. Something, though, drew the entire bunch together. I have to wonder if there is something about this island that pulls people in. It may very well be that it is not only the stone, but the cliff itself that we have to worry about."
Eleanor Lamb	Elle smiles back, and slumps down into her chair. "The fact remains that this island is more than just zombies and crabmen. There is more out in the fog, past the shore, and over those hills yonder. What I do not like is the idea that we are stuck here." A blink, as a whiskey bloom touches her cheeks. "And by that I mean that the people are stuck clutching at their last stand of humanity in this awful island while the dead and the not-alive are still moaning and banging on." Huff.
Wuyin Tsai	"If we could remove the people from the island, I imagine we would. The fact remains that there is precisely one way on and off, and they won't be able to go through it." Wuyin pauses for a second, correcting himself. "Though... I suppose we wouldn't remove them until we knew whether or not whatever caused it is infectious, or somehow already influenced even the living. We honestly have no idea what we're dealing with." "I have a love-hate relationship with the unknown," he reflects.
Eleanor Lamb	Elle snorts and lifts her cup. "To exploration, then, and to the unknown. May it ever be murky and prone to fits of reasoning."
Wuyin Tsai	"I," he declares, "will drink to that, and at the moment, nearly anything else." He lifts his own, tapping it against the rim of her equally-small plastic cup. It's totally ridiculous. It doesn't stop him from downing it, though.