TiK Tok

[ohnehalfte]

Who: Lup (hellawrath), Taako (ohshitsweetflips), Newt (ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more




Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!

Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!

Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.

Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!

Comments

like we're gonna die young

[hellawrath]

You know what's real good to have when you wanna laugh death in the face? Knives. And who's the most vulnerable and in need of knives on this island? The kids.

That's Lup's kinda blurry but very determined thought process as she swaggers through the crowd, stopping every reasonably child-shaped person and pulling out knives from her backpack like candy - most with blades of bone, a few made of shiny razor-sharp obsidian. So maybe you're not supposed to take gifts from strangers, but fuck that. This drunk, smugly grinning elf is already your friend for sure, ready to dispense not only sharp objects but the stabbing lessons to go with it.

Enjoy your new knife! Don't do anything with it she wouldn't do!

((Are you a child in need of a knife, a child looking to battle other armed children in an exciting edition of BABY FIGHTS, or perhaps even a real adult trying to stop Lup or her army of knife kids? Just mark what applies so we know who can tag you!))

...chronologically an adult but otherwise jury's out

[scourgingstars]

...Are you actually going out of your way to arm children with daggers?

[This does not sound like anything resembling or remotely gearing up towards being admonishing. If anything, he sounds almost impressed.]

How many of those did you prepare in advance?

[postictal]

Tim's not a child, per se, but he knows quite a few that favor knives. He's unfortunately reached the point in his life where he's just decided...fuck it? Fuck it. If he wants to last here in the long-term, he's gonna need weapons.

"Is there an age limit, or do you hand those out to just anybody?" he asks, a little wryly, with a nod at one of the many blades on Lup's person.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet is vaguely concerned about handing small children sharp objects for a second, before her common sense points out that under the circumstances they're probably at less risk if they have some way to defend themselves.]

My, now those are some terribly innovative party favors. Quite lovely work- did you make them yourself?

[She can definitely appreciate good craftsmanship (craftselfship?), regardless.]

[onemanstrash]

[Sure he definitely isn't a child, but he wandered into this party and someone sure is giving out knives made of bone and that is pretty cool.

Keaton ends up following Lup around, waiting for the right moment where he can step in and say-]

I'll take one! A bone one, not the other kind. Thanks!

[That said he holds out a hand, all smiles and sunshine. Heck yeah he's going to get a bone knife to add to his collection.]

an adult but not judging for once.

[unpurify]

[Someone has her priorities straight. Logically everyone here should be armed regardless of age. Anyone who had complains needs to see the last few events to understand why this is actually a good idea.

Speaking of...]

How many do you have?

[It'd be useful if the Batter could get his hands on one too but that's wholly up to Lup.]

[the_word_is]

Maka's been here for about two minutes and she's already ready to leave. There's nothing she wants to deal with less than a bunch of irresponsible, drunk adults.

When she's cornered by some kind of oversized, wingless fairy waving an obsidian-bladed knife, Maka stops, and stares incredulously. Seriously?

Congrats, Lup, you've got a scrawny, scarred up teenage girl dressed in cut-off jeans and extremely stylish hoodie-with-the-sleeves-cut-off just... taking that knife out of your hand before you hurt yourself or anyone with it.

small child reporting in

[escampist]

The first thing Max thinks when he sees this lady is 'holy shit Nerris would be losing her shit if she was here right now'. The second thing he thinks is that he'd switch with her in a heartbeat, because he's pretty goddamn done with this whole island adventure, so why not let someone who actually cares hang out with the furries and weird fantasy elves.

Except then he notices she's handing out knives. And oh man.

He is so here for that.

"So wait, are you seriously just giving these away? No catch?"

apparently an adult

[encircling]

For a long few moments, she watches Lup hand out the knives. In... in theory, it's a good idea. The island is a dangerous place, and who knows what all is out there? If a child were to be caught unawares, it's best for them to be armed...

... But also.

"... Will there be supervision for the children with weapons?"

BONFIRE

[ohnehalfte]

Obviously, the most important thing one should pair with alcohol is fire. This is precisely why Newt has taken it upon himself to build the small fire he's started in a dug-out fire pit by the beach into a raging inferno. He's mainly trying to keep it going using driftwood he finds on the beach, as well as non-edible bushes and non-fruit-producing trees. However, he is getting quite a bit drunker as the night goes on, so who knows how long that careful pruning will last.

Nevertheless, the fire is a great place to hang out and talk to people. Or stare contemplatively, like the lone wolf you are. Newt, naturally, is always up for conversation. Though how coherent that will be as the night goes on, well...that remains to be seen. Either way, he can be easily flagged down. Or you could start your own thread! Go buck wild.

tim wright | ota

[postictal]

Tim doesn't mind helping keep a fire going when he can. Because he can, in fact, keep a fire going - that's one of his few talents. He's always had an unfortunate, complicated, uncertain history with fire, and anything and everything he seems to find has been thus far holding to that. Fire-starting beads, a pot of oil, flammable liquors of dubious variants - yeah, he's got it all.

When he isn't feeding the fire and generally making sure that nothing that shouldn't be on fire is catching alight as well, he's pretty much doing the lone wolf contemplative stare thing, as is his wont. He's good at that. But he'll manage it with a lit cigarette between his teeth. If you happen to smoke, Tim might even be willing to share. His nicotine stock is self-renewing for another month, after all.

He only has a couple swigs left from his bottle cave moonshine, but it's not like he's doing any drinking from it, set at his feet in the sand as it is. It's not like he can, for one. If you're interested in getting tipsy, at least there's that.

The Batter | OTA

[unpurify]

[It figures that something noisy would be going on when he visited. And it figures he'd be dragged into it too.

The bonfire seems the most quietest place to be during this party so the Batter heads over there to sit down in the sand, giving it a bit of a distance so he's not too close to the ranging inferno. Being part of the Lone Wolf Club(TM), the Batter's going to engage in a bit of silent people watching. He's rather good at it, even if it amounts to being stared at by a baseball player with red eyes for someone else. He's not going to blink, if you're wondering.

It may be a surprise to the few people who know him but the Batter is actually drinking. Yes, he knows what alcohol is and has had it before. Sure Island Moonshine was a hell of a lot stronger then anything he's had before but the Batter's pacing himself very well.

Or maybe he just has a much higher tolerance for alcohol because he's not human and/or has the poker face to keep how drunk he was under wraps. Both. Both is good.]

Jesse McCree | OTA

[jinglejangle]

[Alcohol is something McCree has missed - way more than he would have anticipated missing. There'd never been much opportunity to get absolutely smashed on base, even though there's been a fair few times he's indulged.

But this is a party! Parties mean fun and fun means booze, even if the booze is being served from a pot he's pretty sure something tried to kill him with. Of course, while indulging is all well and good there's a few factors McCree hasn't considered.

Or, okay, just the one big one - he's already lost several pounds on this tropical hellcation. While, sure, the metal arm is plenty sturdy, it's damn well not absorbing any of the shit he's been drinking. On top of that, the change in diet and shift in exercise routine (mainly that he hasn't really...been doing anything, too concerned with Not Dying) means he's already down enough mass that what he thinks is enough to get him well and tipsy is just enough to push it...farther.

Whups.

He's not quite to blackout drunk, but he's definitely well and truly gone. He can be found sprawled out next to the bonfire, definitely closer than he probably should be?, with his spurs dug into the ground. Anyone who gets close to him will get a cheerful tip of his hat and an enthusiastic wave. Maybe even a howdy, if they seem to be in a good mood.]

Ardyn Izunia | ota

[scourgingstars]

As the night wore on, Ardyn...well, he got progressively more himself for lack of a better phrase. Smelling very vaguely like blackberry, he gestured more dramatically when he spoke...which he did eloquently and at length when caught in the right conversation. Occasionally he even lapsed into what sounded like Latin in the process, or allowed a helpful contribution in the form of a kweh from the black bird nesting in the hooded scarf draped over his shoulders.

And other times when the fire started dying down-

"Hm, that won't do at all. What manner of campsite has such a pitiful flame at its heart?"

-he turned into the epitome of a college kid at a party about to say 'hold my beer and watch this'. Finishing his current drink of Muffet's handcrafted bad decisions in a coconut shell, he pointed a hand at the diminishing fire and snapped his fingers, flaring it back up to life instantly.

"There. Fixed it, abracadabra and somesuch nonsense."

Ginko | OTA

[onegreeneye]

Everything about this strikes Ginko as incredibly irresponsible, and just... generally a horrible idea. But he's pretty sure that any vocal objections would just be shot down as him hating fun or whatever, and then... all the bad decisions would continue.

Avoiding it entirely would similarly leave him unable to intervene if things got really out of hand. So here he is. Sitting at the edge of the group, looking equal parts irritated and preemptively tired, with his sand-caked tail wrapped around his legs.

Boy, he hates parties.

place about to blow

[hellawrath]

Pretty late into the night, when everyone is good and wasted and the Vodka Pot (TM) has finally been depleted, Lup has an idea that's probably in poor taste, considering the original purpose of the Pot, and therefore absolutely on brand for this party. She gets Taako to Shape Water the Pot full of ocean and then takes up position a few paces away, planting her feet firmly on the ground because otherwise she might fall over and that would be incredibly unrad. Cackling to herself, she takes aim with the umbrella and then lights the motherfucker up with a Fireball that consumes the whole thing. When the blaze fades after a few seconds, the Pot is steaming and Lup is hollering at anyone who's still conscious.

"Get in losers! The spa's open!"

The Pot itself, though, might be a liiittle hot to the touch still. Just take a running leap at it to get in or something, whatever. You don't get to leave a Lup hosted party without mild burns anyway.

((Chilling in a hot tuuub, real close 'n snug cos you're very gay! Soak and mingle!))

ota > drunken jokes and soaking shenanigans

[justribbing]

If this ends up smelling like a weird kind of soup because you have a skeleton in there with a bunch of other people, just remember that this was all Lup's idea. Sans isn't risking climbing in, he certainly isn't the running type, he probably winds up getting in because he either got help or got thrown in.

Whatever, they're all pretty well-sloshed, and he can't drown, so sure. Here's Sans, indulging in a rare treat of a hot bath, which, hey, the fact that the jungle's hot doesn't mean soaking in hot water isn't a nice change for a guy with no padding to insulate his bones from everything else.

Plus, he's more than willing to crack jokes, coasting on the high of being in his element -- drinking with other drunk people and goofing off.

"So then she turns to the kid and says, 'Andy, Andy, do you think I'm a bad mom?' and this kid looks at her and says, 'My name's John, Mom.'"

Ugh.

tonight imma fight til we see the sunlight

[ohnehalfte]

Unfortunately, alcohol often makes for bad decisions. In Newt's case, this means deciding that some sort of drunken Fight Club is required. As such, he's drawn a very uneven, very messy circle on the beach and proclaimed it the fighting ring. Very loudly. And has been encouraging anyone who has an interest to step into the ring and fight. Except no weapons, because no one is allowed to die. And just slaps. This is a chill Fight Club, okay????

However, once he does get a couple people doing some (preferably drunken) hand-to-hand combat, he's also going to start taking bets, like some sort of awful drunken bookie. He'll probably find a random bystander and prod them, and ask, with a rather pronounced slur and a smirk that is not nearly as sly as he thinks it is: "Hey--heeeey. You wanna make a bet 'r somethin'?"


((be a fighter, be an observer, be really drunk, whatever you want my dudes))

time 2 fuckign Die

[solperierat]

There isn't a lot that Ed misses about Ryslig. His friends, certainly, but along with that came the opportunity to let off steam in the form of a good old-fashioned monster brawl. Seeing as the only monster around is Ginko, Ed hasn't really had a whole lot of chance to get roughed up or do the roughing up, and it's been bothering him more than he wants to admit.

But now there is booze, there is a circle in the sand, and there are poor decisions to be made. Ed stomps confidently right into the middle, only swaying a bit on his hooves and grinning wide with ears perked and tail lashing eagerly.

"Come at me, ya fucks! I'll take alla ya on, I ain't no coward!"

((ooc: COME AT HIM SCRUBLORDS, HE'S RIPPED! Tagjacking is encouraged, feel free to dogpile this moron and remind him that humans can in fact kick his ass!))

everybody's had tuna tartare before

[ohshitsweetflips]

The concession stand is open for business! Taako has plied it with a variety of snackables: roasted salted seaweed, spirally vegetables, fried bird bits, bananas both frozen and flambéed , sugary fried dough, SharkJunk(tm) and pretty much anything else you could fry and put on a stick. Put some caramel on it. Put mayo-nnaise on it. Who cares, it's a party. This is also where you get your turnt-juice. There's some pretty passable attempts at piña coladas, and other more culinarily questionable mixed alcoholic beverages. There's also an entire Miracle Bowl full of some kind of fruit punch, for children and designated Adults. The sign declares that it is all 'Buffet-style, bitches,' because cha boy has more important things to do than be chained to this table all night, handing you losers fried goods, but he'll be around to top things up and receive accolades as needed.

((Put up a mingly top level or praise your chef overlord, or both. Up 2 you, not fussy!))

[prettypurpleparlor]

I take it this is your handywork, dearie? It's been quite a treat, having the chance to try it- I found the bananas flambé particularly lovely.

[One cook to another, Muffet is more than willing to offer a proper compliment.]

Who wants Weird Magic Whiskey? ;;;;D

[prettypurpleparlor]

[So, Muffet has been idly trying to figure out how to brew proper alcohol for a while now. Thus far, she's been stymied by her lack of metal components to build a proper still with, but she can improvise if needed.]

[If you passed by her house earlier in the week, before the party, you might have seen her muttering to herself and doing some rough but workable woodcarving. Using a wooden still, made by her own thoroughly amateur abilities, frustrates her inner perfectionist- but recent events have made it clear to her that alcohol is a much higher priority than she previously thought.]

[So having greeted her erstwhile hosts and fellow party guests politely, Muffet has set up on an easily-found spot in the general party area. She's got a large wooden bowl full of a dark, intriguing-smelling liquid, and is happy to offer some to anyone who'd like to try it.]

[Unless they're underage, in which case she also has a smaller but still pretty nice-smelling bowl of mango juice.]

[It's worth pointing out, at this point, that Muffet's standards of 'proper' alcohol may be a little bit higher than the standards of the average person. The good news is that, like all monster food, her makeshift whiskey is magical enough to carry some healing effects- which means no hangover or health issues. The bad news is that it will still get you completely plastered.]

[If you've ever wanted to drink something that tasted like delicious blackberries and bad decisions, now's your chance.]

[scourgingstars]

What in the name of whatever deity your world answers to is that.

[Ardyn tilted his head at the blackberry liquid, an amused smile on his face.]

The slightly saner corner

[greatcleavage]

[Roy isn't part of the wildest of the festivities, because they honestly worry him. The moonshine, a coconut-fill of which he cups in his hands to nurse, is pretty damn lethal and he's a little concerned that people are going to overindulge. So as much as he doesn't want to be a giant part-pooper...]

[Well, he's find himself a comfortable seat a little ways away from the largest shenanigans, staking it out as a corner where people who aren't whole-hog into abandon and hedonism can sit, converse reasonably, and generally try to relax. Gods know he's trying to do just that, and quell the nagging voices in the back of his head that worry they're all an inch from another disaster -- either one they can prevent, or one they can't.]

[Walk nearby and he'll offer a smile and a wave, as genuine as he can make them.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Speaking of moonshine...]

Hello, dearie.

[Guess who brought you a cup of her own blend?]

[Muffet is taking a brief break from giving out blackberry whiskey, but she noticed Roy hadn't come by and thought she'd offer him a little. Doesn't fix everything, but a friendly smile and the smell of blackberries certainly isn't an unpleasant greeting, by most standards.]

the disney character has booze, repeat, the disney character has booze

[souris_keteer]

Now it's not like Mickey's never heard of alcohol before. But with his naive and poor upbringing, he's under the impression it mostly comes in fancy wine bottles. So with all these new smells around and his constant curiosity, he wants to try all these new drinks! Everyone's having fun, and they deserve to have fun after all the awful things they've gone through. So, cheers to good friendship!

Predictably, it doesn't take him long to get absolutely blitzed. Not that he even realizes he is - but boy does he feel energetic! So here are your options -

A - Friend or stranger, Mickey is going to run up to you, grabbing your hands and shaking them with RAPID ENTHUSIASM. "Hey buddy! How've you been? Isn't tonight great? it's so great! You're so great! Everyone's great!"

B - Oh boy he feels like sharing some opinions he's been suppressing. Loudly. Non-stop.

"Y'know, all of you human-sort-of-people giving me all those looks like I'm funny-lookin'... You're the funny lookin' ones where I'm from! Didja ever think of that? But it's fine! You all look great. But NONE of you look greater than the Princess! SHe's the prettiest girl out of every single solitary world there is! And when I get home I'm gunna marry her! WHOO-HOO!"

Or C - THUNK. Mickey has momentarily passed out face-first into the ground. Please help.

C

[hellawrath]

LUP IS HERE TO HELP haha as if, this elven menace is on a fucking stealth mission with a piece of charcoal and mischievous intent. When she spots a pair of legs and a clearly passed out body to go along with them, she just barely manages to suppress a whoop of triumph, snorting helplessly to herself. First blood, fuck yes!

Only, when she kneels down and carefully turns her victim over, it's... the cutest fucking-- a precious lil-- a good good whatever the heck he is! Look at those fuzzy ears twitching in his sleep, that gentle whistle of a snore, the button nose??? She feels like a more virtuous person just being in his presence.

Which of course can't possibly stand. People depend on her here. Taako's counting on her! It's a struggle, but Lup pulls through at last and sketches an artfully curled mousetache (tm)(tm)(tm) below that adorable nose. Longing not for the first time for the Fantasy Snapchat they all deserve, she admires her work for a moment before staggering to her feet and continuing on her hunt.

Cottage Cuddle Pile - Closed: Newt, Taako, Lup

[ohnehalfte]

It's been a long night. It's been a long night and because it's been a long night Newt happens to be Very Drunk. He's currently wandering slowly towards the cottage that he calls home in a squiggly, drunken line--which also means that he's not good at avoiding other people. Even if he tried. Which he, um, doesn't? Which means he's going to run into someone. He lets out a slightly startled 'oof!' when he does, rocking back half a step, and squinting through his now slightly-crooked frames. Who the hell did he run into exactly?

He recognizes pointy ears first, which means probably one of the twins, but...which one????

[hellawrath]

How about both? As the party is slowly winding down, the twins have inevitably ended up glued to each other again, pretty much literally actually. Arms around each other's waists, beflowered braids loose and tangled, there's still some Prestidigitated sparkles and a faint smokey smell about them. Lup's holding onto a bottle filled with the last of their moonshine. The tiger print skirt isn't on the twin it started out on anymore.

They do a complicated but still kinda gracefully coordinated step to the side when they're bumped into, pivoting around an invisible shared axis to blink at whatever fool is either about to get heckled or hit on. "Yo, you wanna go--" Lup blusters reflexively but catches herself as the familiar nerd shades and like, the whole nerd situation actually, sink in. Her grin could light up the whole islet. "Eyyyyy! It's our nerd!" she points out excitedly like Taako might have missed it. "And still standing!" She's so, so proud of you, Newt.

★ .~*SING IT OUT*~.★ | OTA

[50shadesofburaza]

X-FACTOR: LifeAftr Edition

So you think you can dance sing, do you? Karamatsu... heh, Karamatsu begs to differ. With the cunning use of what is, essentially, a hollowed out wooden block that only barely helps his voice be louder than usual, he shouts out over the general noise and revelry with a challenge-- one that only the bravest, most confident, and most foolhardy would ever take up.

"Heh, who thinks they can beat me at a singing contest?"

It's karaoke fools get your asses over here. If you ask nicely, he might even accompany you with his guitar.



I Dreamed A Dream

By the time dusk hits, Karamatsu's had more than his fair share of the rapidly vanishing moonshine, cheeks red and smile as confident as ever as he wobbles back over to the...uh, microphone. In his half-drunken haze, he's come up with a fool-proof plan to impress the fiery angel who he's seen waltzing about all evening, handing out knives to all the good children, snorting at bad jokes-- generally having a good time and being the ethereal angel of his dreams.

It's clear what he must do. So clear- he doesn't know how he didn't see it before.

He has to impress the hell out of her.

So with a loud, slightly off-tune strum of his guitar, Karamatsu once again calls for attention, though this time, he's not looking for any volunteers. Just the attention is fine, thanks.

"I'd like to dedicate this next song to the prettiest young thing I know....Taako."

Especially if your name is Taako.



Or uh, if it isn't, but you said it was.

KARA-OKE

[yallstupid]

[Guzma isn't drunk yet, but there's definitely a bit of a flush to his dark skin, and his gait has the makings of a lopsided swagger than anything. He can hold down his drinks pretty well but that moonshine or...whatever the hell it was is slowly starting to hit him. Thank god for all the searing, hot, grilled foods and greasy things, otherwise he would have been blacked-out in the ocean hours prior.

In fact, he's mouthful of food, looking over the rim of his booze-filled coconut as Karamatsu announces his challenge. One thick, dark brow rises, and after a very crude belch, he shoves his nearly empty husk at his poor Ariados, who has been hanging out and enjoying the food and atmosphere - and probably had a multitude of people crying on or hugging her. Listen, she loves the attention, it's fine. It's fine.]

Ariados...hold my drink.

[Ariados looks up and grips the coconut between her fangs, wriggling her back stingers happily as a sort of send-off as Guzma makes a beeline for the NEET. Kick his ass, daddy, I got yo' drink.]

BEACH CAMP - late party and on towards the morning

[bloodyashes]

[Passed out somewhere with your drink? Just weren't capable of making it back to wherever you normally sleep?

Don't worry, someone's keeping an eye out for you. Asch hasn't partaken of anything more interesting than some questionably fried food, and seems to have decided that camping here for the night to keep an eye on people is the best option. In particular, anyone who actually passes out has a good chance of finding that they wake up near the remains of the bonfire...

Or possibly, while still being lugged over there in a fireman's carry by a redheaded teenager who is serving as one of tonight's metaphorical adults.

If you have managed to not pass out, you can probably still find Asch, near the end of the night, curled up near embers of the bonfire. He appears to be pulling an all-nighter, probably to make sure none of the drunks he's gathered choke on their spit and die in the middle of the night.

Sorry, he doesn't know how to help with your hangover.]

[scourgingstars]

Asch~!

[That practically singsong tone could only belong to one person: Ardyn Izunia, more drunk than he'd ever been in his life.]

[(Which was saying something.)]

[He sat down next to his fellow redhead with a bright smile, looking almost unsettlingly cheerful.]

You don't seem to be having much fun.

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | OTA

[shatteredlenses]

[Considering how polite and proper Ignis tends to be, most people probably wouldn't guess he has a pretty good tolerance for alcohol. So much social drinking tends to happen at court gatherings, his role as Advisor necessitates that he be able to down a few glasses of wine and not have it impact his judgment. His role as one of Noctis' protectors also necessitates those same drinks don't slow his reactions. Of course, he could have used his role as an excuse not to drink at all, but in some circles refusing a drink is seen as an insult making that option more trouble than it's worth.

Not that any of that political nonsense applies to this particular gathering. It had not been political duty, but curiosity that eventually drew Ignis into it. That and a need to distract himself from the million or so things that were troubling him as of recent. Checking in with friends and trying--or perhaps in good sense, bypassing--some of the stranger drinks seems like the perfect way to do that.

As he circulates through the crowds, a cup of the delicious blackberry-whatever-it-is that Muffet came up with is a constant companion. Another cup keeps him company when he finally settles down a short way from the fire, the gentle buzz in his head making it a lot easier to sort through everything on his mind without his overactive brain and emotions making him feel as though he's about to fly apart at the seams. The chatter, crackle of flames, and smell of blackberries are all comforting. Relaxing and reminiscent of home before things went to hell.

A few cups later--Ignis isn't going to easily admit he lost track of how many somewhere along the way--he decides it's best he make his way back to the cottage before either Noctis or Prompto begin to worry about where he is. Ignis starts to stand, and then very abruptly, finds himself sitting back down.]

I seem to have made a slight miscalculation.

[The words comes out in a soft laugh, the relaxing of his accent causing the words to blend together even more than the alcohol does. Shaking his head, Ignis runs hand though his hair mussing it more than it already was. A slight miscalculation indeed.

How could he have forgotten this is the first time he's drank since losing his vision? Things are just a little different now, and boy is his body letting him know that loud and clear.]

[souris_keteer]

Hey!

[There's a little tug on his arm from a worried mouse.]

Are you okay?