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[cigarbribery]

[When the feed opens, Foggy's—not actually drunk yet, but he does have a bottle of beer in front of him, and he is nursing it with the determination of the broken-hearted. For a moment it's possible that he just turned his comm on by accident, but then he glances in its direction and gives a tired little wave hi.]

I think we can all agree that people getting Ported out kind of blows. [Understatement of the year right here. He'd have invited Odin along, but the guy's happy with his boyfriend and Foggy doesn't want to burden him right now, so—ta-da.] Drinking alone also sucks, so—if anyone here recently lost someone they were friends with, someone they cared about or were seeing?

[He waves a hand to the surroundings around him: a shitty little dive bar in the midst of Maurtia Falls.]

I—really don't want to drink alone. [It's a sad confession, and after a moment Foggy seems to think better of advertising this to the general public. He sighs, reaches out, and shuts the feed off without saying the name of the esteemed establishment he's at.

It's Pour Unfortunate Souls, by the way.]

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[morethan084]

[Daisy and Foggy didn't really know each other, and the last time they had really talked was over drinks. Was this just going to be a running thing? Either way, he was clearly hurting and Daisy knew exactly what it felt like. So she reaches out to him.]

Hey.

Where are you?

[cigarbribery]

Maurtia Falls. I think it's called Pour Unfortunate Souls. [A beat. He sighs, takes a sip of his beer.] I'm okay, before you ask. Mostly, anyway.

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[liontomyself]

[Despite their last meeting and Leo's... being himself, the feed opens on Leo looking pensively at the screen. The man had been kind you him before, and removed from the situation, Leo understands why he yelled at him and all.

Even if he doesn't like it.]

... Where are you?

[cigarbribery]

[Despite yelling at him, and despite the fact that Foggy still thinks he's in the right, the fact remains that he still actually likes Leo. Foggy Nelson: kind of a sucker, he supposes. He takes a sip of his beer.]

I'm in Maurtia Falls. Shitty dive bar going by the name of Pour Unfortunate Souls—yeah, I know, it's a bad pun.

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[divaricate]

[ooc; I said I wasn't gonna tag here this month but then this post happened and I had to ok. FOGGY MY DUDE. ;_; ]

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A-freakin'-men. Fun fact, I was married for a week before the other party ported out last month. Tell me where you are and order me a couple of shots of tequila? I'll pay when I get there or pay you back or whatever the fuck.

[she's pulling on her boots now.]

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[cigarbribery]

You don't have to, I've got money to burn and I can't drink that much beer alone. [He sighs.] Pour Unfortunate Souls, in Maurtia Falls. You know it?

Also, by the way, holy shit, man, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'd do in your shoes, besides become an alcoholic.

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[journalkeeper]

...Do they serve wine?

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[cigarbribery]

Gimme a minute.

[He flags down a passing waiter to ask. The camera catches the guy's bemused nod, and Foggy turns back to his comm.]

There you have it! Yes, they serve wine, no, I can't guarantee it's any better than the beer I'm drinking right now. It's pretty cheap.

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[notyourfathersosborn]

It doesn't get any easier.

[There's a reason he started keeping liquor in his desk at work.]

Where are you, Fr--Foggy?

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[cigarbribery]

And you'd know, wouldn't you.

[There's a sympathy in his voice and in his eyes, on top of a little grief, too. It never really does get easier, he supposes, to lose someone he's close to. It's only alleviated here because he thinks Piper's going to be fine, where he's going.]

Maurtia Falls, this little shithole called Pour Unfortunate Souls.

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[fehus]

Not to be like, that guy, but maybe you could just talk about it instead of drinking your feelings? Um. It's just not like... a great coping mechanism to establish.

[he's not wearing the dumb nurse's hat anymore, but he's still concerned about your health]

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[cigarbribery]

I'm talking about it and drinking my feelings. That's a slightly better coping mechanism.

[But yeah, he knows. He just takes another sip, with a slight hint of defiance in the way he glances right at the camera beforehand.]

Anyway—it's a wake. Or it's close to a wake, anyway. People drink at wakes.

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[onlydoubts]

Seems like people are getting ported out, left and right. [ he smiles, a little wanly. He doesn't know Foggy, but he can. Commiserate. It's awful. ]

I'm sorry. For your loss.

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[cigarbribery]

Believe me, I noticed. [He sees that wan smile, and raises his beer bottle in a toast of sympathy before he takes another sip.]

You lose someone too?

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[sleight_of_hand]

[ Adachi's plastered against a very obvious bar, holding up his communicator with one hand and a half empty glass clutched in his other. ]

Way ahead'a 'ya buddy. Catch up.

[cigarbribery]

God, I wish. Still got some clients to meet tomorrow, though.

[But he tips the neck of his bottle towards the comm, in something of a toast, before he takes a swig.]

You lose anyone recently?

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[h2no]

[it's... about the middle of the next day when archie finally decides to reply to this. he spent far too long deliberating if he even should, eventually deciding on his patented "fuck it" level of reaction.]

sorry about the port outs
how are you feeling today?

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[cigarbribery]

Vaguely more human than I was feeling this morning.

What do you want?

[canonized_demon]

[Damn, that's genuinely shitty. A little bit like someone dying, if all the stuff about not remembering is true.]

I ain't lost anyone...here. [We'll just leave that alone for now] But I'll come drink with you if you want bud.

I'm sorry, for what it's worth.

[cigarbribery]

Please. [But he notes the here, and decides to push later, instead of over the network. This sounds like something he'd rather hear with a couple of beers in him.] Pour Unfortunate Souls, Maurtia Falls.

...it's okay. I mean, it isn't, but it's not unmanageable.

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[stretchydick]

How about someone whose friends actually don't know him yet?

[Not that this is the sort of offer Ralph might normally jump in on, but geez this guy looks really sad. Ralph just has to hope he doesn't turn out to be a supervillain or anything, because really, that would kind of suck.]

I mean, I know it's not the same thing, but--I get where you're coming from, pal.

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[cigarbribery]

[He winces in sympathy, and actually stops to mull this over for a moment. Then he sighs and takes a sip.]

Definitely not the same thing, but at this point? I'm not picky over drinking partners. I just don't—I don't want to drink alone. [Is that pathetic? It's probably pathetic. He doesn't care.] Also, that just sucks, man. Are your friends, what, alternate-universe versions of the people you knew?

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[trustinmyrage]

I fail to see how these disappearances are a bad thing.

I'm having a much better time of things without a certain individual around.

[ Much less chance of being struck by lightning that way. ]

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[cigarbribery]

Good for you, maybe. Not so good for me or anyone else whose friends vanished into thin air.

IM ACTIONING YOU, ACTUALLY??

[yol8]

[Literally like a minute after Foggy makes his post, Dionysus is already there, taking a seat next to him.]

Heard you were looking for a drinking partner.

WHOA

[cigarbribery]

[So that was fast? Foggy just blinks at him, surprised, but finally nods a little, taking a sip of his beer.]

Uh—yeah, yeah, I did. [A pause, then:] I didn't mention the name, though—sorry about that.

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[perfectible]

My best friend Archie just got ported out.

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[cigarbribery]

Shit. I'm so sorry. [And he is, he really is.] 2018's just been a shitty year so far, in terms of port-outs—do you want to talk about it? Drinking's optional.

hope another action is ok

[heisenbitch]

[ A skinny guy in dark baggy jeans and a leather jacket with an indignant splash of vivid red slips onto the barstool next to Foggy. This guy's hair is buzzed short, a defiant scent of freshly smoked cigarettes lingering around him. On his right wrist is a cuff that's snapped tightly around a black scorpion tattoo snaking its way up along the back of his forearm. He signals at the barkeep and seems indifferent to Foggy's presence, until he says, his voice deep and a little rough from chainsmoking: ]

I agree, it blows.

[ Random greeting remark? Might definitely seem that way, especially seeing it's been over an hour since Foggy's video aired across the network. ]

[cigarbribery]

What?

[It's definitely a weird way to greet a guy, and Foggy glances up from his drink to really look at him. Jesse doesn't stand out too much in the bar, there's a few bikers around wearing leather jackets with names like War Dogs and Demons of the Falls printed on the back, but the cuff's new. So's the tattoo.

Foggy takes a sip of his drink, tries to rack his memory. Then he snaps his fingers.]

Right, the post—but how'd you know I was here? I didn't say where I was.

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[functusofficio]

I would join you, but I've already had a few and I feel an Ambassador should maintain some dignity.

Even if it's simply by drinking at home instead of in public.

It's been a difficult time for Port outs, hasn't it.

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[cigarbribery]

It's fine—I didn't really think anyone would take me up on the offer, but hey, I guess these past few months have been shitty for everyone, not just me.

[Which isn't really great, but at least Foggy's not the only one who's having a rough time losing his friends.]

You lose someone too? Because I don't have to stay here, I can come over if you need the company.

VIDEO. i am here with donuts to make up for my lateness

[contradict]

[ oh no … elektra doesn't need to be an empath to feel the sadness drip from franklin nelson. the urge to go beat someone up for him is there, but elektra knows that violence is never the answer. besides, she hasn't been able to find the operator of the porter yet to skin alive. ]

Franklin. [ elektra nachios, reminding everyone they have a multi-syllable name. she looks a little like she's pitying him, but that's the only way elektra knows how to show affection. ] It never gets easy being left behind. At least you still have good company.

[ it's not pie but alcohol is on the top of her approved list. ]