onepassingnight | We need to work deeper

Mercury is in a vast, open room made of marble with elegantly carved pillars and supports, that all could have come from a temple in ancient Greece. But instead of an altar, pride of place is given to a massive supercomputer. The terminal and viewscreens take up the entire far wall, where she gives them her full attention.

Her eyes barely move as she studies the computer intently, scrolling through lines of code and occasionally taking down notes. There! She sees exactly how to fix that problem now, one that's been nagging at her for what seems like weeks. But after long enough, her head starts to droop over the console and the words on the screen blur into her thoughts, and then into darkness as she falls asleep.

Ami wakes with a start. Nighttime shadows remind her of how long she's been sitting in this chair, with a can of tea leaves and a hot cup of strongly brewed tea to keep her company while she works through the long hours. The marble hall becomes a comfortable room, modern and spacious, with heavily-laden bookshelves and tropical fish. The massive supercomputer is none other than her laptop. With a pang of irritation, she realizes she can't remember the answer that was so clear a moment ago in her dream. She sits up straight, and goes back to her task right away.

Her eyes barely move as she studies the computer intently, scrolling through lines of code and occasionally taking down notes...

(ooc: since it's a dream in a dream, people can feel free to choose which to catch her at/flit through both)

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"What about if I start a fight with you? Then what're you gonna do?" She was (maybe) only joking, but it was a fun idea. She didn't necessarily hesitate to start fights with her friends when off duty. After all, fighting was another way of displaying emotion, wasn't it? A healthy way, to be sure.

She made her way toward the bar, expecting Ami to follow.

"Baby, my drinks are always free. We call it the company tab."

"Isn't that obvious?" Ami retorted with the usual smirk. "Then I'll win." After all, she wasn't the type to hold back. Not anymore. Not ever again.

She does, however, follow Reno towards the bar. "Then you're buying mine, too," she tells Reno, with every expectation of agreement.

"Oh, you'd win, huh?" That's probably true, as much as she hates to admit it. That's why she's not going to admit it, and she sniffs, "Maybe."

Since it's a dream, the beer she wants is already there, golden brown and practically glimmering. "Nah, no need. I'll just give you some of my free drinks. But don't you worry, nobody pays when they're with Reno."

True or not, the point had just been saying it to needle Reno, really. What little she's seen of the Turk's fighting would make her have to admit Reno can handle herself quite well.

"Not the beer, though," she suggests. "Something new." Beer would never be a favorite with her.

"Fine, there's no accounting for taste." The beer was great beer, the kind you couldn't get in her world anymore on account of half (or a lot of) the world being blown up. "New, huh? How about a Mako Sunrise?" And as she speaks, a glowingly green drink in a martini glass appears in her hand. Drinks are something Reno knows about, though she prefers the simpler whiskey and vodka and beer herself.

"But watch out, it's more poisonous than most."

"Sounds good!" There's a pleased little smile hovering at her lips as Ami takes the glass between her fingers. She knows enough to know that mako is a dangerous word. She likes the idea of a dangerous drink.

Probably, she assumes, strong. With a head unused to large amounts of alcohol at once, she decides to sip at it. It's just as she expected, but the flavor behind the strength is one she finds she likes. Apple, maybe, green apple and some others she can't distinguish.

Reno seems pleased at Ami's acceptance of the drink. Good. She likes a woman who can hold her liquor, or at least makes a noble attempt. "There's more where that came from." She grins. "Now, as for a fight, see anybody that looks up for one?"

There's a guy; everyone knows the type: a bit loud, a bit of a jerk, impatient and surly. Ami glances his way, then back to her drink.

"How about him?" She may just be sending Reno to pick a fight with the big guy; or she may just have a grudge against the overbearing type.

"Him?" She shakes her head. He's just too obvious. "Nah, he's all mouth, no fight. I'd have him down in a second. Boring. I like somebody who's kinda fun." Someone who maybe isn't quite what one would expect.

Ami's mouth curves upward. This will be entertaining to watch after all. She turns her head to glance across the bar, like anyone might who was simply seeing what it had to offer, without particularly letting her attention seem to rest on any specific person.

"In that case," she suggests in a lower tone for only Reno to hear, "How about him?" She picks a more unusual target this time.

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