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

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.]

[hellawrath]

Seriously? Another fucking grownup tryna hustle her out of a knife? Won't anybody think of the children?? Lup practically throws up her hands in exasperation, because this is clearly not the first time she's heard that question during her noble quest. Also because she's stopped by the Vodka Pot a couple times by now.

"Not freakin' enough for all the kids 'round here, my buddy, my pal! Cha girl's not fucking made of knives, y'know? It's-- like," she suddenly narrows her eyes at him, switching mental track at breakneck speed. "Wait wait wait. Did somebody kick off a costume party without telling me?"

[unpurify]

[Talk about a topic switch. At this rate the Batter was going to ask the Storyteller for a new set of clothing so people would stop playing 20 questions about his appearance.]

No. Did you make them?

[Call it a curiosity. Or maybe she simply asked the Storyteller for them.]

[hellawrath]

Alright then. A to the point kinda guy. Boring. All that's gonna do is make her dial up the dramatics actually. Because somebody's gotta be the vibrant, interesting person here, clearly. She looks affronted for a sec, whether at his curt answer or his question, who knows.

"Well I didn't pull 'em outta my ears, did I?" she quips, tugging at one of her long pointy ears for emphasis. Doesn't look like you can just shake these babies and have weapons fall out, does it, although that would be pretty rad actually.

[unpurify]

[Oh goodie, dramatics. The Batter doesn't really look bothered by it....but (to the surprise of nobody) it's because he doesn't care.]

I don't know what everyone is capable of.

[So yes, as far as the Batter knows Lup had magical ears that allow blades to be pulled out of them. People here were weird, after all.]

[hellawrath]

Is he, is he challenging her by being completely unfazed at her super well thought out rebuttal? Oh it's on now.

"Listen, Pajama Man, if I was shitting knives and farting fucking, lasers or something? This island would be over. I wouldn'ta nearly made Lup Soup for the Soul and I'd be lightin' the rabbit's fluffy ass the fuck up." Taking a quick break from her rant, she elegantly flips her long braid over her shoulder and looks down her nose at him. "Guess we know what you're not capable of, huh? Common sense." Damn, where's Taako when you need someone to high five.

[unpurify]

[No, he just perpetually doesn't care. And is A+ at first impressions, clearly.]

Okay. That is all I needed to know.

[Seriously. No need to get defensive Lup.]