HOSPITAL PARTY! [Mission lead out]

[Spade Aeries]

Fourteen hours ago Spade woke up not to a white ceiling, but darkness. There was a sheet conveniently thrown over his face. What did they think he was dead?! Already!? No way no how was he going out without an epic bang. After that thought, silence followed for the following hours to come. He found himself unable to sleep despite the enormous amounts of pain that he felt taking unwanted residence in his body. The rest of the time he stared blankly out the window with lifeless eyes. It was as if...he had died. What if...he hadn't attached the wire? Then he would be with Markus somewhere right now. No... he still had Saeji to look after. And all the guys (and especially the gals) at Central would be hopelessly boring and dull without him right? They needed him right?

Through the haze of drugs, he was able to convince himself that he was alive for a reason. Still, there was something left for him to do. And if all the cancer and liver poisoning in the world couldn't kill him, then he certainly had a purpose, right? Honestly, the playboy didn't know anymore. May 3rd was the first day he was completely sober in the last five years. So he spent the entire time just thinking. He thought about things he had avoided--memories he had thought he was able to forget the details of, but no. Spade remembered how her hair had been styled that day--the color of her lipstick. He remembered again how she pulled the trigger and felt the pain in the same spot that no longer even had a scar attached to it. Spade wondered briefly if the gash in his back would leave a scar... Probably not. The only scars he had were on his memory.

Hah, it was funny. Even at times like these, he was utterly alone. The ever-so-popular Spade Aeries had no visitors. Hell, were they even allowed at this point? By the blood packet to his right, he was very aware of the fact that he wasn't completely stabilized yet. When...when could he get the hell out of here? Before he went insane--before his nightmares ate him alive, he had to get out. "FUCK THIS SHIT!" He yelled, yanking out the wires and shit and attempting to stand up. Of course, he failed epically, surprised by how much his body refused to obey him. Why had he been able to move before and not so much now? Screw drugs man; they would be the death of him. He couldn't even escape right!!

[Guest]

{OOC: Wooh, first to post!}

Vincent was dressed in his armor, just as always. He was sure the sight of a knight walking through Central hospital was a strange one indeed, but he was on duty after all. It was his shift to protect the general while he was healing from the recent events at the carnival. He wondered if Spade was still heart broken from the death of his good friend right in front of him. As he approached the door to his leaders room, he heard a crash and bang from inside. Pulling out his blade, Vince busted into the room ready for some action! Inside he saw Spade attempting to escape, obviously just being ridiculous. The nurses and a doctor rushed in, pushing him back down onto the bed. As he calmed down, Vincent shook his head from his leaders sillyness(yes I made up that word). He closed the door behind him, letting the staff do their job. The man stood next to the door keeping his eyes open for anything suspicious.

[Guest]

A bit down the Hall in this Hospital wing, a very weary Xingese fellow was scrabbling away on paperwork. He lay very much still in his bed, save for his left hand shuffling pages while delicately balancing and twirling a pen to conquer the work before him. After all, if he didn't focus on his work, he'd focus on his right arm ... or more accurately that his dumbass shit-for-brains partner had taken him to the worst general hospital in Central FIRST to get his arm 'repaired' ... or in laymen's terms, SAWED OFF. Fortuantely, Hei was able to gain consciousness before the power-saw cut his arm off, which STILL was bleeding at the time.

It was a hectic journey, with Hei escaping a madly drunk Stuka trying to knock him unconscious with a sledgehammer whilst singing some sort of strange song off-key. However, he managed to seek out and find the home of one of the Central scientists who had done his bone-grafting. Needless to say, that was about twelve hours ago, and just three they had finished transmuting the imprisoned Chimera's arm onto his body, which STILL ached. Something in his mind told him Stuka had intentionally smeared a part of the seal that they had used for the process, but he had no proof.

No, his right arm was bandaged up and kept suspended, he couldn't feel anything from it ... nor even make it twitch, but that wasn't unusual. He knew it wasn't dead since whenever one of the nurses came in to chastise him for smoking(he just started to enjoy the nicotine) or for working, he'd snarl, snap at them ... and black fingernails shaped like claws would emerge from the bandaging, puncturing it. Yeah, he had a cool, dragonic arm that transformed when he was pissed ... it was DEFINETELY working.

His functional left arm removed the now-spent cigarette from his mouth, crushing the smoldering remains of it into the ashtray beside his bed. His face was a bit contorted in a bit of ... fear? It was impossible to say he was afraid, but he was signficantly paler than usual and trembling a little. He had gripped his pen once more and was scratching in something, writing some more long equations with absurd numbers. Multiple variabls, derivatives, statistical inferences, a combination of a variety of other math-based application to obtain a set of numbers which were then applied to the copies of Central's working budget. His eye was twitching ... a little violently.

At the moment his overall military superior, Brigadier General Aeries screamed it, so did Hei: "FUUUUUUUCK ALL THIS DAMNED SHIT!

Our budget is 250,000,000! TWO HUNDRED MILLION CENZ!!! With one fell swoop of idiotic expenditure, we’re down to half. BUT STILL. 125,000,000! How did we WASTE ALL THAT MONEY?!?!?! … Breathe. Calm … reserved. Composure! … Haaaaaaaa. I made a mistake. That’s all. I just made a mistake. That’s it! Just a small little error. We’re not in the negatives.

Now, let’s try again. the Xingese had fully extended his claws and violently thrashed his bruised and battered body in fury at his discovery. The interns and nurses nearby were terrified by the outburst, and even more so to approach the muttering Xing, who had went back to work just as quickly he had stopped.
“Ha ha. So 55,000,000 in equipment charges. Plus 100,000 times 927, the number of patients … which is 92,700,000. Stuka poisoned THAT many people? Damn, the insurance companies are having a fit over it. Let’s see, add in Spade's Alcohol Shipments or 9,500,000. In addition to Property Damage and Lawsuits coming in at 5,000,000. And we also have to pay for equipment damages, relatively minor, ha ha, at 9,000,000. Oh, and we have to pay for new ones, as was the agreement by contract. So … um … 37,000,000 for all the rides …

So. 55,000,000+92,700,000+9,500,000+5,000,000+9,000,000+37,000,000 = 208,200,000 … Two hundred eight million, two hundred thousands Cenz. Wait wait! Our budget is 250,000,000! … No … we’re at half that.

SO, our budget is at 125,000,000! YES! We … we … … escaped … the … debt. The .. debt. … Debt … Debt … Debt. …

We’re at …-83,200,000 in debt. Negative eighty-three million, two hundred thousand Cenz. Debt. … Debt. My … bonus … Debt.”

He lost it. The IV in his … non-motor-function-capable arm was ripped out as he let out a burst of ultra-high-octane dosage of pure and sheer insanity. He’d gone WAAAAAY off the deep bend, now, and he was GOING to take it to the person RESPONSIBLE! The doctors and nurses tried restraining him, as he clenched the paper with the numbers scrawled on it with Central’s debt. With a howl, he slammed his way through the barricade of medical professionals blocking the door, sending them out in a single push(and not killing them as he just wanted out).

He rushed over to where he KNEW Spade Aeries was on guard, and … lo and behold, Vincent Alexander was there. The man was never on good terms with him, if Hei remembered.

”I OUTRANK YOU, GET THE F*** OUT OF MY WAY, SO I CAN TALK TO SPADE!!!” he roared out in Xingese, knocking another orderly out of his path and flinging a doctor who trying to hold him back at Vincent. That would provide enough a distraction, and if that wasn’t then the fact that Vincent was standing beside the door … and did not block Hei’s path to the door, as he was on the wrong side.

The Xingese being a brute, had reached this door to his Superior’s room, but instead of knocking, or kicking the door down … he had fully extended his claws (subconsciously) and slashed the door so brutally and with enough force to smash it inward in multiple pieces.

Enough of his sanity returned for him to say this, and only this, before he collapsed, out of breath … conscious, but nonetheless exhausted.

”SPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDEEE~!!!!!! WE. ARE. IN DEBT!!!! BY EIGHTY-THREE MILLION AND TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND CENZ!!!!!

WHAT ... ARE ... WE GONNA DO ABOUT THAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?”

-thud- -gasp- -gasp- -gasp-

[Guest]

"Fucking. Shovel." That sentence, repeated over and over again. They were the only two words that left Apos' lips as he limped down the hallway, much to the disdain of the doctors. His eyes were narrowed, and focussed on a single point - Spade's room. Each step defined a word. Each word was followed by a wince. Each wince was followed by a step. And so the cycle went on and on and on.

His footsteps caused him to trudge towards Spade's room, he heard two simultaneous shouts. He agreed, and decided to shout back out the exact same ideal.

"Fuck all of this!" He wanted to get back in the saddle! Wait... actually, I don't think Apos' story was quite explained now, was it? Alright.

Well, after he left the Carnival, carrying Spade over his shoulder, he came across an unfortunate accident - his own. While crossing a street, an ambulance that was, ironically, taking victims of the Carnival to the Hospital, hit Apos and Spade. Hard. Luckily, they survived, but they were in pretty bad condition. Luckily, what hit them was an ambulance - so it didn't take long for them to reach the Hospital. And that lead up to today. Apos hadn't suffered any real bad injuries, but...

"Fucking. Spade. Fucking. Shovel." He continued that cry until he reached the man's room, wherein he was exposed to (a lot of) shouting, and an angry Hei Bai, who was spouting some crazy bullshit about debt. Hm. So they were in debt again? Ah, well. He laughed softly, and simply limped past Vincent, past Hei Bai, and into the room with a smirk on his face.

"H-hey, Shovel. How's them ambulances goin'?" He laughed nervously, before stepping out to a wall and watching the other man.

[Jay Furor]

Jay gave a punch to the left! Then the right! Why were the doctors here determined like this to keep her in this dumb little room? "It's only a broken arm! I'm absotively, posolutely FINE!" Besides, anesthesia made Jay so freaking high, for whatever reason! And she wanted to go find a donkey and bite it's ears! She also wondered why she wanted to do that, but that wasn't as important as getting out of there! Finally, the army of doctor gangsters was defeated, and her broken arm was in pain from punching all of them. But Jay walked out of the room, her arm in a sling and tried to find an exit. Hmm... Maybe that door on the left? I hear people there! Maybe it's the waiting room! Yes, that's where people are, and the door is there! So jay pushed the door open to find that a small herd of Central milittants were crowded around a struggling man. "I feel your pain, buddy. I just escaped too!" She smiled as she said it, and then realized: Oh crap, that's Spade! What happened to him? Oh crap, I hope it's nothing serious. He's so much fun at parties! And if he can't get better, who will ride in the Womanizermobile to where the parties ARE? And who will bring the beer!? Most importantly (Nah), who could replace him as Head Of Central? Jay hoped he was okay...

[Spade Aeries]

Was there an echo in here? Were...people cursing in rage with him? That was when the door...pretty much exploded. "WHAT THE HELL!?" Spade stammered in shock from his place on the uncomfortable bed. "H-Hei?" Right, the guy with a chainsaw. Since when was he in charge of accounting? Jesus all hell was going to...break...loose. Or not. Hei collapsed on the ground. Spade just stared at him. He then made eye contact with Alexander who was in the doorway and then looked back at Hei as if saying don't-just-stand-there-do-something-about-this!! What on earth was that thing growing out of his arm!? Spade slammed a hand against his forehead. So they were in debt? Well, sure as hell wasn't his fault. Aurelius had said: "We're having the annual festival. I don't care how you do it." He hadn't known why it was so important to the guy (probably had to do with their sexy Fuhrer, Hild), but Spade had merely obeyed orders. What was better than having a military run the festival!? People loved it. They raked in more cash than any other year. And...had more casualties than ever recorded...more like actually had casualties. But how was that Spade's fault!? Obviously Administration would be paying for this shit. He had nothing to do with it this time. Spade didn't start the fire...don't look at him!!

Apos burst in. Lovely. Spade held his nose. "Dude man, did you not take a shower?! You're interfering with my recovery process... Glad to see you made it here without getting hit by an ambulance again." No, really Spade was grinning like an idiot. He'd rather have Hei bitch about debt to him for hours than sit alone in the silence of his own misery. "Man, I need a drink. Apos, go steal a car and rob a bar."

[Guest]

He was ... ignored. IGNORED. HE NEARLY BURST ALL THE VESSELS IN HIS BRAIN AND RIPPED HIS ARM OFF TO GET HERE AND HE WAS IGNORED?!?!?

"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade" he moaned off the floor, pushing himself up with the Chimera's arm, technically the only thing that was really allowing him to support himself and all, even if it wasn't fully attached. The poor Xing man's right hand was clutching a whole bunch of paperwork still, and now he was hacking up blood while getting off the ground.

"All right. Ach ... *cough* ... since that reaction doesn't seem to draw a proper response from you ... let's, ugh *cough* ... try a more calm. Manner. ... " he resumed coughing a bit longer, already clearing out the blood earlier, but still feeling a bit uncomfortable. Without much of a response from anyone, even the guardian outside the door, Vincent, Hei already found a chair (and table), and spread out the paperwork. He felt his sanity returning, and as was his composure, since he needed to ... calmly, get his point across. They were in deep shit at the moment, and he needed Spade to understand just how deep this problem was.

"To begin, and you better pay attention or else, AERIES! Central Command has, according to past records and accounts, always been responsible with setting up the annual Central Festival, and usually ... USUALLY, the profits turned by the Festival are quite enough to deal with all cost issues.

BUT. This fucking year, our debt is DUE to the Festival, sir. Our annual budget is two hundred fifty million Cenz. That and supplemental packages given every three months until the next year of about fifty million each to deal with additional expenses.

Now, according to last year AND this year, you, Spade Aeries, Brigadier General to Central Headquarters ... somehow magically inhale at MININUM one hundred and twenty million Cenz that get spent to do god-knows-what. Oh wait. I know: Your drinking sprees, compensation for your arson streaks, additional compensation and insurance payments, law suit settlements for sexual assault, sexual battery, sexual misconduct, ALONG with all sorts of additional non-flame based property destruction. So, that means, from here on ... our budget is always half of its maximum capacity. YOU CRIPPLED OUR SPENDING POWER BY HALF!!

But, like I said, normally the Festival turns us a profit. Last year it did, and we spent all those profits away, along with the remainder of our budget into about negative 20 million Cenz. But this year?

55,000,000 in equipment charges. 100,000 times 927 or 92,700,000 for Health Insurance Dues and Funerals. Your foreign alcohol shipments at 9,500,000. Property Damage and Lawsuits at 5,000,000. Equipment damages at 9,000,000. 37,000,000 for replacements of the rides. Spade. That totals up to at LEAST 208,200,000 Cenz, and our budget is currently sitting at 125,000,000. Oh wait. My bad, I used present tense. OUR BUDGET WAS IN THE BLACK. We were still going to make it, but then came all the costs. Did I forget to mention that these costs have already had the profits garnered reduced from them? That means we didn't make enough Spade! We made some money, but the charges over took it and we are NEGATIVE EIGHTY MILLION CENZ ... IN ... DEBT.

Administration will NOT cover this. WE ARE. Our budget is in the negative, and unless we pull off a damn miracle, I don't see how we're going to crawl out of this debt. Especially considering the previous years. ... Lord, have mercy on us all.

Year 2007, a debt of 72 million. Year 2008, a debt of 53 million. Year 2009, a debt of 21 million. Year 2010, your first year, is rather nice. We had only about Five million in debt. BUT THAT MEANS THERE WERE NO PROFITS TO DEAL WITH THE DEBT FROM PREVIOUS YEARS. Spade, do the words 'economic shitstorm in the near-future' mean ANYTHING to you? I haven't even calculated how LARGE this debt gets before 2007, though I think you should be happy to know that these are not the original debts. No, these are the result of Central HQ trying it's hardest to pay off the debts, and as of right now, we've reduced it to the point that we have a total of ... 235, 682, 000 Cenz. Of Debt. FROM 2007 ON. I haven't even LOOKED at what debt there is BEFORE that. Oh, and that doesn't include the DAMAGES we owe for West, North, AND East Cities! With those, our DEBT nearly TRIPLES. Though, at your command, I am ... ah ... willing to disregard those figures and write them off as extra-territorial issues that's not within our jurisdiction, and therefore we have no ... ah ... obligation to fulfill them. Did I forget to mention, with compliance to State Legislature, and executive orders as issued by the Fuhrer ... any military-based program will have the costs covered by the local Military Branch responsible for maintaining it? Yeah. More proof that Administration is not going to cover our asses for this. That, and we have the smallest budget of all four branches, but we get the largest and greatest number of financial aid packages.

Spade. Please, even if I have to spend my non-existant Cenz out of my imaginary paycheck that is actually multipled by the square root of negative one and divided by Zero to buy you a drink to get you thinking, what are we going to do about this?!?" his voice never rose. He explained it in a restrained tone, emphasizing words, or phrases, or even whole sentences, but never shouting, or roaring, or snarling. Just a pained voice of utter despair, but brave professionalism. How would his commanding officer respond?

[Guest]

Blah-blah-fucking-blah. Hei Bai was spouting some bullshit about Spade's debt, and the man looked... quite obviously bored. Apos sighed and facepalmed, before walking forwards and standing between Hei and Spade.

"Calm yer shit, Bai. We're always in debt. We'll just sell you and Stuka for slave labor or summat. That makes things easier for ya, right?" He shrugged lightly, and gripped Spade's wrist with a smirk.

"You look like you're in two things right now. You're in pain, and you're in extreme boredom. I have a solution that covers both of those." He pulled a wad of Cenz out of his pocket - twenty thousand, to be precise.

"Beer. Lots. And Lots. Of Beer." A wild grin crossed his face as he picked Spade up and dragged him out of the bed, past Hei Bai, past Vincent Alexander, and down the hall - most of the nurses and the like... They complained, but they didn't want to try and stop the burly man from taking the Central HQ Commander away. Wimps.

He dragged him out of the hospital, and took him to his car.

"Ah' got Luke to drive it here from home. There's spare clothes for both of us. Get it." He opened the door and climbed into the back, changing his clothes, climbing out and getting into the driver's seat, starting up the car and driving off to the nearest bar...

[Exit TOPIC]

[Jay Furor]

Jay listened as Hei ranted on and on about debt, and bladdyblah that no one cared about. She was more intently focused when Apos offered Spade money. And what was it for, Jay wondered? Beer! Yes, he said it was for lots and lots of beer! And *Carry the 1, add 7, divide by negative infinity plus the cosine of 2X* JAY LOVED BEER! Jay then pondered whether or not to follow them to a bar. It was a lovely opportunity to ride in the Womanizermobile, which Jay enjoyed... And she could drink unlimited alcohol until she puked it all back up... And there was a chance that there would be women involved at said bar... But Jay might have to pay her own way in. And they may say no to her coming. Aww, man, what if that happened? And then- Hey, where did Apos and Spade go? "Huh? WAIT FOR ME!" She then ran out of the room, arm still in a sling, and she pushed the nurses aside. She just barely made it in time! "Wait, stop!" And as the car rolled away, Jay ran up and grabbed the back of the trunk. With a few expert manuevers, Jay had rolled into the back seat! "You forgot to ask if I wanted to come..." Jay grinned at Spade and Apos. This would be awesome.
[EXIT TOPIC]
(~(xD Jay is now hitching a ride with you. Be warned: Everyone may somehow explode.)~)

[Spade Aeries]

Aeries was not paying attention. Why? Well, he was dying from extreme overload of boredom tainted with a touch of your-best-friend-falling-from-a-ferris-wheel-to-his-death-and-it's-your-fault depression. Yeah...

As his jade eyes were staring with a blank, rather dead expressionless expression, Hei rambled for eternity. Spade wondered if he would make it out alive. Was this...the end?! He didn't know. It...just didn't stop. Why wasn't it stopping!? Spade knew about money and this shit wasn't his fault! They weren't in debt because of him...everything was an accident. You think he planned it all out!? He never spent that much on alcohol. Hell, he could make the stuff if he wasn't so damn lazy.

...

Maybe that was the problem that he--

Spade nearly fell to the ground when a vice grip clasped his wrist and yanked him out of the room down the hallway and into the backseat of a car wear he was handed clothing and forced to change in public. He hoped the nurses saw. They were staring at his grand escape that took no effort at all.

Then Spade said something he thought he would never say in his life. "Apos, man, you're a genius!"

The car started and began to pull away. He started hearing something running and turned his head to see. JAY?! GENIUS GOD!?!? She latched onto the back and Spade slapped his hands over hers to make sure she didn't fall and get run over. She did an expert maneuver and rolled into the seat next to him. Spade almost had a heart attack. "Do anymore stunts like that pretty lady and I might just fall in love with you." That was a warning... The only way Spade knew how to warn

About warnings...didn't the warning label on his medication say something about not taking it with alcohol? Ah, put that on the conveniently forgotten list...

[EXIT TOPIC]

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