Lev, Lupoh Logs and 'Glowstick' 2
PLEASE NOTE: - The events in the story are real (i.e. not made up by me the player), however the perspective and interpretations are of the main character Sightsee. Some of these stories may or may not be relevant to any activities of other characters (such as opportunistic role-playing), but simply gossip or leisurely (but interesting) conversations.
A few days had passed where nothing really happened, Sightsee had socialised less and was armed at most times, which upset a few people; he had explained as to why without giving away too much detail. The only thing was a new job that was proving treacherous but frankly less dangerous to his well being, then having a contract out on his head. It was becoming increasingly apparent that the South Rubi-Ka Society was getting indirectly involved in their own tangled web of danger (to do with a drug called ‘White Trash’).
His team hadn’t had the opening to purchase any of the drugs that he thought could be the same as the one he obtained in the Omni Sewers. He had heard that Lupoh was no longer part of the Mockers, ‘maybe he didn’t have the resources to produce it? Or maybe the drug is being produced and distributed by other’s’? The thought that Lupoh’s drug was ‘somehow something else’ had also crossed Sight’s confused mind.
LOCATION: Lake near Borialis.
DATE: 07/05/02 (GMT+1 Timezone)
The SRS had invited him to a party that Equestra had arranged, to meet the new people for whom it was for. He had enjoyed the get together and any talk of doom and gloom was left for another time. DJ Rythum had kindly taken out his time for the party, which was a pleasant surprise, as was watching the ‘chicken dance of joy’, (a type of initiation that the new members had to perform). After that the party moved to Baboons, then to the final destination for the main event… The Toga party.
LOCATION: An unknown Castle Toga party held in Clan territory.
DATE: 07/06/02 (GMT+1 Timezone)
Everyone tried their best it seemed to wear toga’s Sight had noticed upon being warped to the huge hall, where the party already was in full swing. The sight of true craftsmanship in the walls amazed him; not some factory made slabs, but crafted by artisans, by hands.
It felt to him that he had somehow gone back in time, and expected an ancient King with his personal Knights to walk through one of the archways. Demanding to know what these ‘devils’ were doing in his castle. He chuckled to himself, and snapped out of his daydream when he noticed some ladies dance by him. Thanks to the beer and positive vibes from the earlier party, he was feeling more like his old self again.
An hour had passed, the place was thumping with DJ Tarryk’s audio and everyone seemed to have a good time. Sight was dancing with a couple of stunning ladies so he was quite content with the situation, he was sure he saw Lupoh earlier but felt safe here. However he was still unsure as to where his team were, all he knew was that Luxurea would be there anytime soon. Lots of people were shouting out across the room with cheers or friendly jokes, but one such thread of conversation caught his attention.
“What are the stims for?” Shouted Digizard to a figure that was already moving towards Sightsee.
The man (Doncarnage) looked like he was handing out some stims. So Sight asked him if he had any of the ‘purple’ ones, smiled and winked.
Doncarnage handed some other stim to him, “I don’t have any on me just now, but here, just take one of these.”
“Wow, free?” Sight faked amazement, he hoped he did it well.
“Sure, it’s a party favour. If you or your friends want more, come see me. I can be found at Baboons most of the time, hehe, have fun”
“Thanks dude!” Sight shouted as the figure moved further into the crowd.
It was about that time that Sight noticed that Technon (another of his team) was in close proximity, he was going to talk to him, but decided against it. Compromising his team here might not be good was his reckoning, plus he wanted to watch Doncarnage himself to see whom the guy knows as possible colleagues/friends. The drinking was taking its toll, as Sight was finding it hard keeping track of Don, dancing and listening out for more on the stims or drugs.
A short while later he spotted Doncarnage talking and dancing with Thyme and a few other ladies, although quite tipsy, he would act the fool as a hook for joining in the conversation, (plus this Thyme lady was HOT!). He took his white long coat off to reveal his yellow swimming shorts, but kept on the white gloves (to stay in theme to the party).
He made his excuses and started to dance near to Thyme, she was wearing a simple but nice looking white g-string, “Thyme you got a white thong that I could like, hehe wear?”
“I don’t Sight, this one I got from Doncarnage.” Don didn’t seem bothered by Sight dancing with them and Thyme hadn’t slapped him.
He decided to stick to dancing with them, till something more interesting would happen. Rattlis and Don were discussing drugs, but nothing that seemed like a lead.
Sight got out some pills and popped them into his mouth, they were to help him to get sober, so as he could think straight. It was an hour later, and he really couldn’t understand where his fellow Clubbers got their energy from but felt better when he remembered the (almost) half a day of partying that he had done (no he wasn’t getting old, phew)!
He had rested then rejoined Thyme, he decided to just forget about the drug and party till he couldn’t anymore. Most people around him seemed tipsy or drugged up, so being sober didn’t matter. Now he was dancing with Thyme and one other lady, Don seemed to have either left or was elsewhere.
Someone, (Nevver) shouted out, “More stims!!!”
“Don’t do drugs! Drugs are Bad!” shouted Zubzero in response.
“I have stims… Glowsticks galore! Who’s addicted?” Thyme shouted, could ‘Glowstick’ be the name of the same drug? Sight merely carried on dancing and smiled as if in thrall of the euphoria around him.
“There’s no room in the drug World for amateurs!” Shouted Infamousbrad.
“Right on Brad” exclaimed Zarkier.
Thyme without making a big deal of it, gave Sightsee a purple capsule ready to use in a stim gun. Sight nodded in thanks, but put it away quickly. He really wanted to examine it closely, but that might have made him look su****ious. He smiled to the lady in front of him and suddenly felt a sting in his left side of his neck; he stopped dancing and swatted the area with the pain. He looked at his hand to see if he caught the offending insect.
As he moved his hand away from his face, it blurred as many hands caught as frames in a strip of video film. The colours all around him were changing gently, and he felt charged up with emotions of love and elation. He felt his smile, indeed his face and head stretching out to fill the huge wall.
“Whooaaa colours!” He could hear his voice as if it was Godlike and all encompassing, he wanted to create, so he thought of the butterflies in Earsnest Forest and they were all around him.
“Who wants a dose of Glowstick!?” She shouted out again.
“Works for me, Thyme how much for the first one?” Asked Infamousbrad.
“Oooo…Butterflies!” Sight seemed gone, but his face would frown briefly now and then.
“What… What did ya do Thyme?” The effects weren’t as strong now as the initial rush and although he was hallucinating, he could at least hear himself speak. But he was starting to feel sick, and started to sweat.
“You got there a new designer stim. You like it Sightsee?” Thyme said as she dosed Solija. Sightsee was a staggering mess now, looking around with a stupid look on his face, whilst he struggled to shake off the effects.
Thyme said to no one In particular, “Sightsee is almost ready for the harder stuff.”
Sight was still near Thyme, he looked around in his pack, but all the objects were looking either bigger or smaller than they were, and thus hard for him to grasp onto. He thought he found the blister pack and swallowed down a pill or two, or three. He then fell over and managed to get into a seated position. Thyme petted Sightsee on the head, he saw a Melon floating in front of him knew it wasn’t but he took a bite of it. Thyme shouted “Ow!” as Sight bit her backside, which she rubbed, frowning at him. Sights head started to spin, faster and faster.
A small voice was getting louder and louder, it was his own, he didn’t know if he was saying it out aloud, ‘Fight it, Fight!.. Check your deck, End Program… End it!’
He staggered away form the rest to the back of the hall, he struggled to think clearly, and the colours were now cold all of a sudden, the joy turned to fear. Sightsee passed out.
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