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"Starshine," Mimsy repeated, smiling. "I like it!" Still much better than Spiderbitch.

She left him to socializing and settled her eyes on a very precious arrival, who made herself known by greeting one of them. This one was unfamiliar, but seemed interested in what she was doing, and appeared to know Finn. She laughed politely at her comment, and held it closer for her to see.

"Hello! That would possibly be because it is science. We are creating something very special. I promise you will enjoy it!" At least, she should. Anyone who didn't like glowing things was broken. She opened her mouth to explain it further, when she heard a very exuberant greeting from a voice she could never forget.

"Robert!" She greeted him with a smile, less toothy than the smiles before, and moved towards him. "We might! I am n--" And then the actual answer that she intended to give him was interrupted by sight of Lucky pulling him away from her, worsening it by saying something unforgivable in a kind of tone that he was not allowed to use. The cheerfulness dropped.

She closed the distance between them again, giving her partner a pointed look. There were projects that they could work on together. There were experiments that were better with a partner. Not this one. This one was hers.

"Oh, Robert. I thought that you knew me better than this. I am in absolutely no way making 'fruity foo foo stuff'. I would never." She touched his cheek and pouted, then turned to select a bottle that was most definitely not the bottle Lucky passed to her. Lucky got a furious glare as it was dumped into the flask, which began to emit a faint, squealing fizzling noise. The active flask was then passed off to Robert's free hand with a smile.

"See? Don't put that near your face, unless you are wearing your glasses. You should be. You really should be."

The liquid was getting warmer and had begun to bubble by the time she turned to Jack, tone much less excitable.

"It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Jack. You may call me Mimsy, though 'Princess' somehow appears to be a popular nickname. I welcome you to Life Division and look forward to working with you in the future. Please don't actually go swimming unless you favor tentacles - I negate my previous comment. As for my current project...I was creating a mixture of bis oxalate. Now, well..."

The flask looked a lot like it was going to explode.

Shiloh was starting to wonder if maybe Deus was a sort of island vacation, there seemed to be no shortage of island fun to be had. Though he supposed everyone had to relieve the tension somehow, and with the power out, he had to admit that these little get-togethers were a nice break in the monotony. He definitely wasn’t complaining, and he strolled along the beach until he reached them, smile on his face.

It seemed the usual crew was there, most of them he knew from stargazing or elsewhere, though there were a few new faces. He stepped behind Mimsy, peering over her shoulder.

“Mixing drinks- whoa, Robert, I don’t think you should drink that,” he laughed, eyeing the fizzling liquid in his hand. But the giant of a Lifer didn’t seem to hear him, downing the flask with ease.

He settled himself in beside Mimsy at the table, glancing around. Robert was covered in glow sticks, while everyone else flickered in the light of the fire. He recognized the guy with green hair, Lucky, if he remembered correctly. Nevada was there, and beside her Ian. Shiloh smiled in their direction, and waved at the pair of them, “Hey!”

Then he turned quickly to Mimsy. He was pretty good at being cheerful and happy-go-lucky on his own, but tonight he was thinking he could use some help.

“So, Mimsy, do you mix anything non-lethal? ‘Cause I could definitely use a drink,” he grinned at her, jostling her playfully with his elbow.

Ofelia was watching everything go down with moderate interest. Everyone seemed to know everyone and there was drinking involved which, considering they were around a beach and she remembered not many of them could swim, seemed like a pretty bad idea. Instead of focusing on that she turned to look at the sky without the clouds and spotted the stars.

Moving stars.

They probably were not stars.

"...ahhh s**t."

Deus Ex could never have anything nice. She wished they could have nice things for once.

"Thanks, Mims!" he said, happily accepting the offered bottle. He smiled at her warmly, touched that she'd matched it with his hair color.

Shiloh had the bottle of vodka in his hand, but seeing Lucky's falling expression, the seemingly falling stars, and then Robert falling to the sand, he wasn't entirely sure that impairing his senses was the best idea. His fingers lingered on the neck of it for a moment, considered the fact that maybe drinking himself senseless might be the less frightening option, before he drew a breath, let go of it and responsibly sprinted after Robert.

On some level, he regretted the decision, and he decided to breathe through his mouth while patting Robert on the back.

"Get it all out of you, you'll feel better." At least, he thought he might. Admittedly was half expecting Robert to turn into a zombie or grow a second head or something. Maybe he should have brought the bottle with him.

"But... you... and Robert?" he stammered, continuing to look completely unbelieving that such a thing was a) possible and b) happening right in front of his face.

Nor did he stop her from leaving as she brushed past, though he continued to stare until she had receded into the distance with Shiloh and the now poisoned Robert. And watched the way she suddenly began to brim with affection.

He rolled his eyes and gave a small disapproving shake of the head.

< Really? >

Really.

There was another long pause in which neither of them thought a word.

Song seemed to be genuinely in awe of the current events. < It must be my spawning day. >

Before he could even consider the possibility of heading over to 'help', he turned around at the sound of a somewhat familiar voice. The mixed expression of surprise and disapproval was gone, replaced by a far friendlier look toward the recent arrival.

"Cześć, Milo," he greeted the newcomer, clapping him on the shoulder. "You are right on time!"

Robert did not really like having company for the hurlfest, but he was pretty sure he was about to die, so he figured it would be better than dying alone. His only response to Shiloh's helpful and soothing back pats was more wretching, though at this point nothing was coming out anymore. It was just dry heaving, as his body continued to eject everything within it that was hurting it. But the lining of his esophagus was still toasty with chemicals, so it continued to force him to try and dry heave.

He heard Mimsy's voice, and his dry heaves stopped, if only because he was trying to hold them in. He gave Shiloh a panicked look, before his foot started kicking up sand to cover the wet grossness at his feet. Water sounded like the only thing that was going to stop this itching pain, and he flopped down to his knees, at a loss for strength, and put his head between his knees while his hand reached out for the bottle.

He groaned. It lasted thirteen seconds.

"I'm dyyyiiingggg." He might have heard Mimsy's promise, and maybe he even believed it. But now, he was just milking the moment for all it was worth.

"Shiloh.." He whispered up to the boy in a dreary, resigned fashion. "You can have my unicorn collection. You look like the kind of guy who would appreciate that."

Before he could actually get the water into his hands, he keeled over and played dead.