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OOM: Drugs. Just say Yes!

Ramon's been a little busy, recently. There's been some interest, from a certain party, in the product that made him very rich and very powerful.

So while Random's otherwise occupied, Ramon's in their old room in the bar, taking the chance to cut some more from his pure supply.

He works fast. He's good at this sort of thing.

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Ramon looks up from the desk - and decides that this is a noise that needs investigating. Just because he's a nosy git, at times.

Somehow, he's not surprised to find it's Gorlim. He leans on the doorpost of his room and just looks at him. 'What are you doing?'

Now the weird thing is? Upon opening the door, it's just Gorlim out there. No obvious thing being dragged along, certainly no bells. He looks at Ramon, apparently startled, although, you know, maybe not.

"Being here," he replies vaguely. And ducks under Ramon and into their room. "What are you doing?"

He blinks at the now-empty corridor for a moment, then turns back into the room. 'Come in, why don't you?' Said sarcastically, obviously. But he doesn't really mind.

'I'm working a bit.' There's package of powder on the desk, half open, a small pair of scales and lots of packs of baking soda and dried milk on the bed. 'What was making that noise?'

"Oh yeah?" Working. With baking soda and condensed milk.

Ramon doesn't cook.

This could be potentially interesting.

"Yeah... with baking soda. Dull!" he proclaims and gives off the appearance of forgetting about it while wandering closer.

"What noise?"

'Don't touch it!' he warns sharply, but not in a possessive way. 'And don't blow it around anywhere either, it's expensive.'

Ramon gestures to the bed. 'Sit there if you want, away from it.' He pulls out a bottle of tequila and chucks it to him.

'The noise. Bells. And a thumping sound. What're you up to?'

Gorlim catches the tequila and moseys over innocently but does not sit on the bed, just wanders around it, fiddling with the bottle. "Ramon, I have no idea what you are talking about. Bells." And he seems to honestly not know. He leans against the dresser and takes a mouthful of tequila, contemplating whether it might be a fun game to steal some of their clothes. "What're YOU up to?"

He seats himself at the desk again, keeping an eye on him. 'I told you, working. Got some product that someone wants but it needs to be fixed first.'

He eyes him for a moment because - there was definitely the sound of bells. Gorlim's 'innocence' doesn't fool him for a moment.

Gorlim beams back at him with complete benign incomprehension.

"What's with the condensed milk, then?"

He sighs and lets it go. With Gorlim, you kind of have to sometimes.

He points to the large package of coke. 'It's pure. It'll kill people in that form and then they won't be able to come back for more. So it gets cut with other white things to lessen its strength - they'll still get high but no death unless they take far too much. And then that's their own stupid fault.'

And he's wandering closer again.

"It does what?"

Get high? Not so much a thing where he is from.

He glances up. To him, there's no such place where people don't get high.

'Gets people high. It's a drug. Its what I deal with, on Earth.'

"Oh yeah?" He tosses the bottle back and picks up a box of baking powder. "What's it make you do, then, other than not kill you?"

Ramon snorts and pulls the baking powder out of his hands. 'It will kill you, if you take too much at one time. Or too much, for too long a period of time.'

He weighs out some of the baking powder. 'It feels good. Makes your brain fly. You enjoy yourself.' He points at the package. 'This is coke. Every hit lasts about half an hour, and it's strong stuff. Expensive. People use it to party with - drugs, alcohol and sex. Doesn't get much better.'

He sounds a bit regretful really, but that can't be helped.

"Half hour, huh." He grabs the box back and looks at it. He sniffs slightly at one edge. "What is that, a hit?" Alcohol and sex are good. Maybe drugs = better?

Better than alcohol he thinks. Not better than sex. But mix the three? Fireworks.

He lazily cuts a line about four inches long, slightly heaped. 'That's a decent sized one. Of course, people take a lot of them throughout the day. Just not one huge one all at the same time.'

"That so."

He puts the box down and proceeds to look divinely disinterested in it.

Maybe it WOULD be fun to steal some of Ramon's underwear and hang it around the bar...

Ramon has cool underwear. He wouldn't be embarassed. But there's very little here as it is because yeah, they don't live here any more.

'That's so.' Gorlim looks disinterested, so he turns back to his work. 'Looking forward to Christmas?'

"I still have not got anyone to explain that to me properly except say yes, it is somewhat like Yule, but not. And then wave it off." He sounds annoyed at this. He's ASKED. Nobody will tell him. "Is it a secret or something?"

He eeeeeeyes the box again. And eeeeeeyes Ramon.

Ramon is oblivious. As the powders are worked together, he measures out quantities of five grams at a time and these heaps are carefully heaped into small plastic bags and piled at one corner of the desk. There's quite a few there.

'No secret. People are just probably so used to it they can't be bothered explaining. What do you want to know?'

"Well I figured out all the things people are doing." Mostly by watching and copying. He DOES have presents for people. No, he hasn't told anyone what. "But WHY are you doing it if it is not for the new year?"

He scoooots towards the box.

'It's a religious ceremony. Or at least, it started off that way. Now its more about giving presents and getting drunk and eating a lot but I prefer that sort of holiday anyway.'

He empties the last of the baking powder and throws the box in the trash, reaching for some powdered milk. He's thankful the process of diluting the shit with sugars was done yesterday, this is just about beefing up the actual quantities. Easy work.

'Technically about celebrating the birth of Christ.'

Gorlim considers this.

Or pretends to be considering this.

What he is actually doing is ferreting a bag from the corner of the desk into his cloak while Ramon is busy reaching for the milk.

"Interesting."

It's suddenly becoming a lot more boring in here, compared to how interesting things might potentially be out there.

"Right, then. I'll just... be off, shall I?"

He glances up, and nods. 'Sure. I'll be down later after I've showered this stuff off me. Random'll have a fit if I don't.' He's wearing gloves but still. 'We can get a drink or something if you like.'

"Sounds good." He edges towards the door. "See you there, Ramon." And thank you very much.

He is out the door again. The curious thump-thump-dingle! sound follows him down the hall...

He raises his head at the sound, and frowns. What the fuck is that?

He shakes it off and goes back to work. He's nearly done, then all this shit can get cleaned up and he can take the stuff back to his home. So he continues, happily oblivious.

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