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

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.]

[greatcleavage]

[Roy takes a sniff, his eyebrows going up as he does.] Is this... berries? Good gods. Is there anything you can't do?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Ah, you flatter me.

[If Muffet could do literally anything, the situation would look very different than it does now- but tonight's for relaxing, so she won't say that.]

But yes, a bit of magic, a fair amount of blackberries, and quite a lot of alcohol. I'd been experimenting with brewing here and there, and it only seemed polite to share the results.

Besides, it might make things a bit easier on people the next morning, seeing as magical alcohol means skipping the hangover- though I would still advise you to drink responsibly, since it can still get you drunk enough to stumble into the nearest lake.

[Not that she's ever known anyone who did that. Of course not. Perish the thought.]

[greatcleavage]

Honestly I wish you could have done it the other way around. I'm afraid of what this drunken horde will do that w'll have to mop up tomorrow.

[Or longer-term. Some things accomplished in a drunken night could last a very long time indeed.]

Have time to sit a moment and chat? If I'm going to be at a party, I'm going to damn well enjoy it if I can.

[prettypurpleparlor]

What, give them the symptoms of a hangover, without having been drunk at all the night before? I'm not an expert, dearie, but I think that may just be called 'poisoning'.

[Muffet smiles playfully, to show she's only teasing, and sits neatly on a nearby rock.]

I'd be happy to. As many other worries as we have right now, it's nice to see people getting to enjoy themselves for at least a little while.

[souris_keteer]

[Friendly as ever, Mickey comes over.]

Hiya, Roy! Pretty swell shindig, huh?

[greatcleavage]

I'm really impressed we have both the luxury of time and resources to pull this off!

[Roy tries a new tack here, phrasing his concerns as a positive. If he has to lie to someone, it might as well be to himself.]

[souris_keteer]

[Mickey chooses to look on the bright side.]

I think we could all use a big, silly night after all we've been through. All work and no play make us some dull boys!

[greatcleavage]

But living ones. [Roy sighs almost before he gets that out, shaking his head.] Sorry. I'm just feeling particularly overwhelmed right now.

[souris_keteer]

[he almost makes the hug offer again, but doesn't.]

How about we talk about somethin' to take your mind off it? Like... what's somethin' you like about your home life?

sanity what sanity

[ohnehalfte]

[unfortunately for Roy, his quiet evening in the wallflower corner is going to be disrupted by Newt noticing his presence. Which he acknowledges rather loudly by sticking an arm in the air and waving and calling out to him] Roy! Roooy! Hey! You made it!

[and, without waiting to be motioned over or for Roy to come to him, he's going to invite himself over into what once was the saner corner. He beams, flushed cheeks perhaps betraying the amount of alcohol he's consumed. Or maybe that's the very slight weave to his walk. Either way, he's going to invite himself to plop down next to him] Hey, dude! S'been a long time! Good t'see ya! [he leans over a bit to bump Roy with his shoulder, intending it to be a friendly jostle.]

[greatcleavage]

[Yes, this is exactly the sort of thing Roy fears will happen at this party. Drunken mistakes they can't afford. So few people here have any concept of self-control or thought for the future...]

[Bumping Roy is kind of like bumping a pillar; Newt ain't winning this one. Roy takes a deep, bracing breath, then musters up a smile.]

I've been working in the central compound, where the apes used to be. It's going pretty well actually, but keeps me busy. How've you been?

[ohnehalfte]

[Listen, man, he's been thinking of the future and being careful for the past three years, let him have this. However, fortunately, Newt wasn't trying to win any sort of bumping contest, and so he kind of just bounces back off Roy with a small laugh.] Eh, y'know, the whole recovering from being dead thing, what else s'new, right?

[greatcleavage]

I'm not at all going to say I envy you the experience, but I think I do envy you the lack of level loss and diamond dust expenditure. That's some serious magic at play. [He's at least willing to TRY to converse sensibly (by Roy Greenhilt standards).]

[ohnehalfte]

[.......] ....IIIIIII understand what all those words mean separately, but together, they're not makin' much sense, dude.

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko is just gonna... sit over here for a moment, if Roy doesn't mind. It's quiet over here. A nice change from most of the beach.]

Hey. Any fatalities yet?

[greatcleavage]

I mean, if there are, the Storyteller will just bring them back, right? [Put that way, the fatalistic lack of worry most people here seem to display becomes a lot more understandable.]

[onegreeneye]

...Hah. Right. [As much as Ginko tries to hope for the best about this stuff, he still sounds... worried.] Bet they'd appreciate minimizing how much they have to do that, though.

[And, assuming death works the way here that it did in Ryslig (he can't be sure, since he hasn't heard much about its results for those who died in the caves), he assumes the partygoers would appreciate keeping their memories intact.

...Well. As intact as can be expected, seeing how much they're drinking.]

[greatcleavage]

Good question. They definitely have a capability to do it far beyond what I know of.

[A spell that raises the dead without any long-term repercussions simply doesn't exist in Roy's experience. Resurrection is versatile, but still costs a level of experience, as he knows firsthand. The ability of the Storyteller to overcome that penalty is not surprising, but it does raise questions.]

On the other hand, what can they do to stop us?

[onegreeneye]

Yeah? I'm still kind of new to that being something that can happen at all.

[Ginko isn't sure if they should expect the Storyteller to do anything to keep them all from getting killed, whether they can or not.] Guess that's one more reason we should try and look out for each other ourselves.

Re: The slightly saner corner

[deranged_practicality]

[Hooray for the Introvert's Corner. Also someone grew up in upper-class Regency/Victorian England, so this was the sort of event Isabella was Not Allowed Near, and her travels haven't given her enough contact with more rowdy celebrations.]

This is... well, it certainly is something.

[greatcleavage]

[Roy has seen parties like this before. Mostly back in college, where parties like this never ended well for the social outcast who actually valued his studies.]

[He takes some small consolation in the near-certainty that he could take his entire graduating class blindfolded, these days. Roy tries to be Good, but he can be petty.]

Yeah, it's... Well, people need to relax, I guess, even if I'm not certain we can yet.

[deranged_practicality]

No doubt we can for one evening.

And a few of us are sober enough to handle things tomorrow.

[greatcleavage]

I'd be lying if I said I expected that to be different from normal. [Roy shrugs, feeling bitterly overworked while others play.] I'll just hope my instincts are wrong for a change.