The Greater (Drunken) Good

[notalldead]

It's been some time since Jesse's had his own question for the Nexus. Maybe he's been avoiding it until the last vestiges of Reynard's winter have passed. That whole ordeal didn't do so well by him, after all.

Or maybe Jesse's just been busy? Busy drinking, apparently. He swaggers into the Nexus, a half-finished bottle of Jack Daniels held loosely by the neck in one dangling hand. Once he's found a good enough sofa to sit upon, the zed flops himself down like a ragdoll.

"What's the-..."

He pauses, looking like he's trying to stifle a burp. His eyes aren't really focusing properly. His cowboy hat is a little askew on his head.

"What's the worst thing y'all ever done. Ever done fer the-...Y'know, fer the greater good n' all that shit. Y'ever done somethin' real bad even if it were fer a good cause? Y'ever-...? Yeah. S'all."

He's drunk as hell.

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[notalldead]

"So tell it!" Jesse reels forward at the waist, tossing a nearby ashtray at the man. It, of course, bounces off the AV Field, so no harm done. At least in the literal sense. Tossing objects is probably seen as offensive to most. "Fuck, I ain't-...Boy, I SAID I wanna hear it, why y'all, y'all bein'...Don't blueball me here, pardner!"

[anewhero]

The AV field literally makes the ashtray thrown at Marcus literally bounce off hitting the ground. The man would of literally squished it in his hands had it landed on him.

"Hm... I had to kill people so that i could survive... Not fun though.. landed me on death row.

[notalldead]

That was literally a lot of literallies.

"Howz-..." He has to pause because another burp threatens to happen. He manages to keep it swallowed, though. "How's yer-...Yer killin' folks fer yer own survival? Fuck, howzat the greater good? That's pretty selfish, near as I'm seein'. And buddy, y'all ain't-...All kindsa folks gotta put people in the ground fer-...Of course yer gonna go on death row fer murder!" Jesse tries to adjust his hat but mainly ends up with the brim covering his eyes. "Shit, fella."

[anewhero]

And I paid for it.

I honestly rather put terminators into the ground.

And now I'm part machine. Some survivors tried to put my friends into the ground so its only fair to protect them, it's the apocalypse after all right?

[notalldead]

"Hey, I'd rather be part machine than dead. Wanna-...Wanna trade? I'll trade ya. C'mon, bein' part metal prolly-...Bet y'all can lift a ton. Ain't gotta worry about yer joints goin' bad...An' then I'd be like Blaze! An' she's full robot. Shoot..." He slides off for a moment into a brief mental flight of fancy at what a cool situation being part robot would be. His face goes slack and blank during this.

...Oh right, he was having a conversation. Jesse blinks owlishly a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus on the other man once more. "Hey, I-...Yeah, apocalypse is a bad time. End times. Bad, end times. Ain't a fan. Speakin' as one who's got his own apock-ah-liptic kettle o' fish back home." Jesse raises his bottle as if to toast the general concept of worlds coming to an end. Then takes a drink.

[anewhero]

Nah, being half machine is pretty cool but I really didn't expect to be alive again...

Marcus crossed his arms "Is your apocalypse as bad as mine? "

[notalldead]

"Hey, neither did I, pal. Figgured once I died, that was end o' the line fer me. Didn't come up lookin' near as pretty, but hey. Is what it is."

Jesse snorts and kicks back again, flopping against the backrest of the sofa. "Ain't all apocalypses purty bad? S'the end of the goldang WORLD n' shit. Ain't a dick-measurin' contest, pard-" A hiccup. "Pardner. But uh...Prolly 90% o' North 'Murica's done wiped out? Dunno about the-...Y'know, the whole other rest o' things. The world. Prolly all dead too? Ain't got no way to travel 'er communicate. All the dead's up walkin' around n' shit. Bitin' people and killin' 'em off too and addin' to the whole, uh, whole zed situation. An' then there's us. Us Rotten. M'gang. We're kinda sssstuck in the middle of bein' livin' and bein' dead. And-...Uh. I-...I dunno. Prolly better off bein' one'r the other, but nnnooope."