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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Punctuated by a lot of swearing and sand, Wolfwood and a major part of a building appears. Said building has a large chunk missing from its east wall, bullet holes from a large caliber machine gun across the floor running up the west wall and is missing the roof from what looks like some kind of blast. There are tables, and chairs and part of a bar, though most everything is covered by sand.]

Huh, so it can be done. [flops into a chair heedless of the sand and lights up a cigarette] Hope no one minds.

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[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

[Stares up at the building.]

...Impressive.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I 'pose. Took one that no one's fixing up yet t' see if it could be done.

[match goes into a sandy ashtray and he blow a smoke ring] How's it goin', kid?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

So either you live on a beach or this is some sort of prop from a movie?

[Grabs a chair and sits down, because you can't just stand around all day.] Do you really care? Doing better than a few days ago though.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I live in a desert. [eyes him for a moment and snorts] I care, but I ain't 'bout to run 'round yelln' 'Love and peace' like some people do.

That's good to hear.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

A desert? Sounds boring. And what kind of weirdo would do that?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Depends on what you'd consider borin'. This town I'm in is just startin' to get people returnin' after a couple gunman blew it up. [waves at the bullet holes and missing roof] There's this legendary outlaw with over sixty billion double dollars on his head that'll cry 'Love and Peace' to anyone tryin' t' shoot his ass.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Do you live in some sort of war zone then? [Snorts at the description of that guy.] Wow, sounds like a true nutcase, did someone drop him when he was a baby? But fuck, sixty billion dollars? If he ever shows up here I'll turn him right in.

[contract_star]

Y-you brought a whole building here? How?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Well, it ain't completely whole, but yeah. I figured a change o' scenery is fittin'.

[contract_star]

[Laughing,] Well, it's whole enough for this place. Wow. [Rounds behind the bar, rummages around for a moment, then reappears with an intact bottle of alcohol, brushing sand off it.] This is incredible.

[Sets the bottle down and looks up at Wolfwood again.] How did you get this here? Did you just...hold onto the building?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, pretty surprised that no one's tried bringing a building over before] Hey. is that bourbon? I could use a shot of that.

Well, sorta. A couple kicks also helped.

[contract_star]

[Hei shakes his head, still chuckling. Just when you think things can't get weirder...But Hei spins the cap off the bottle and manages to find a shot glass among the shelves that is not only unbroken but also not full of sand. He poors a shot and passes it to Wolfwood.]

You are one industrious person, sir.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Wolfwood would say there are weirder things in the world and then will point out Vash as a really weird example He accepts the glass and tosses back the shot] He~y it's still good. Doesn't that beat all?

Nah, just curious. This place got to have limits somewhere, right?

[doubledragons.livejournal.com]

W-wha...! [Just staring]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[is staring at the dragons before looking away since it's not nice to stare at strange things like that] Hasn't anyone tried draggin' a building here before?

[doubledragons.livejournal.com]

Why would anyone want to?! [Kind of ignoring the fact that he's talking to a guy that did]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

To see if it could be done. [aaaaaaaaand he gets a new cigarette and lits it off of the butt of his last one before grinding it out in a sand-filled ashtray]

[doubledragons.livejournal.com]

What are you going to do with it here?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Jus' brought it here t' see if it could. I'll probably take it back 'fore too long.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[and now Vash wanders by! ... and stares. Until he sees Wolfwood sitting there through the holes in the walls.]

What the heck is this?!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[has helped himself to another bottle of booze and is sitting there, drinking and smoking and enjoying the relative quiet]

A bar, broomhead. Have a drink?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[stomps around to an opening and over to him]

And why did you bring it here? Doesn't someone own this place?!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[oh hay black-haired Stampede is angry about this but that's okay, Wolfwood is drinking away from women problems]

T' see if I could. Can't tell me th' thought's never occurred t' anyone.

[pointedly eyes the damage including the missing roof and looks at Vash] Doubt it.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Being a little [okay, a lot] banged up doesn't mean that they just gave up on it!

[o hay, booze? ... No! Must be righteous!]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

They've got a better bar an' other buildings t' fix first. I bet they don' even know it's gone.

[well if Vash wasn't drinking, Wolfwood will! And he tops off his glass yet again]