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Who: Lup (

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!

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Such a sincere and complimentary spider! Taako grins, returning the sincerity to a degree that would be surprising if alcohol weren't involved. "Why, thank you. Lup helped with the flambé, not that I needed it, but it's not like she's not gonna set fruit on fire. Specially if it's for a good cause." And a 'flipping off mortality' party is probably that, right?

"That blackberry whatsit isn't anything to sneeze at, either," he says with entirely ungrudging admiration, sketching a little toast with a bowl of something that probably isn't half so sophisticated. "Glad someone's getting down on the BYOB."

Why thank you.

[Muffet smiles happily, genuinely appreciating the compliment.]

I've been trying to find a way to do some brewing for a while now, but it's been difficult finding materials to build a proper still. Using wooden parts turned out well enough for one batch, but I'm likely going to need to improve things a bit if I want to keep doing this.

Taako sympathises, he really does, and not just due to his alcohol content. This island has really been all the worst parts of a cooking challenge show, assuming there had ever been one where you were forced to cook with strange mutant animal junk and tell stories to a rabbit-god. ~~Actually, that sounds strikingly like Cutthroat Kitchen if Alton Brown were a furry~~

"I hear ya. What about stone? A stone still, then you could keep the blackberry whatsit coming." An outcome in which he seems pretty invested. He leans in, attempting to make conspiratory eye-contact with all the eyes in turn before giving up, a little dizzy. "Maybe add some sage next time, if you can get it. Trust me, hipsters will love it."

[We would all watch Furry Cutthroat Kitchen, let's be honest with ourselves.]

[She nods thoughtfully, giving his suggestion due consideration.]

Stone would be a definite improvement, although there's the obvious drawback of my having even less understanding of stone-carving than I do of woodworking. Given that you can make a stone oven, would you be open to negotiating a trade for making some parts?

[Seriously, she is... very not a carpenter, she's just been building this shit out of hack jobs and stubbornness. This island clearly needs Magnus.]

As for sage, I'll make sure to keep an eye out for any growing around here- after all, I've got a few to spare.

It takes him just a second, but the eye joke is appreciated with a delighted grin. You know, this spider could probably pull off some cooking demonstrations. Nothing so dazzlingly performative as his own work, but there's some potential here. Lotta arms, lotta eyes, lotta determination, it's a viable brand.

"Sure, doesn't sound like too much work for ol Taako. Especially if I get paid with the results." Won't have to twist his arm; at this point, any booze he doesn't make himself is good booze. And skilled booze is even better. Stricter negotiation doesn't seem wholly necessary. "We're probably in this for awhile. I guess I've kind of accepted that?" He eyes absolutely nothing in the distance, delivering this news with an air of slightly tipsy secrecy, before his attention returns to Muffet entirely. "So there's your discount."

[Muffet tends to leave televised appearances to Mettaton- the less she has to deal with him, the better- but she has put plenty of work into building her own brand as a business owner.]

Delightful, I'll look forward to it.

[She nods quietly at the second part of what he says.]

It's... odd, to realize how long we've been here already. But we're certainly working well with what we have.

He snorts a laugh at that, the understatement of at least a couple of centuries. "Time flies when you're fighting an island for survival, I guess." He's relieved somehow, that it seems like she has the same ambivalence about it. "Like, on the one hand, yay us, right? Workin our butts off like a good little beehive, we get to survive and we make something useful for a god, too." He doesn't put forth the other hand in this scenario; it's kind of a mess of an analogy now. "I changed my mind. I haven't accepted it."

[Muffet's smile is a touch weary, but sympathetic.]

The thing about bees is that they don't have much else they'd prefer to be doing. [Unlike them.] As it is, I'm proud that we've dealt with all this but annoyed that we had to deal with it in the first place.

"Yeah, you said it." He lifts a coconut shell cup in a little salute before drinking. "Although," and there's the other hand, at long last. "What I should be doing is some kind of boss fight to save the world. Still kind of up in the air how that'll shake out. So I guess being a bee isn't the worst." He shrugs, and then moves on with telling speed. "What about you, what is it you'd rather be doing?"

Seems the sort of thing one could use a brief break from, I think.

[Muffet is curious about his situation, but doesn't push further beyond that polite agreement. It's rude to pry.]

Oh, running my business, taking care of my people, trying to improve the world in general and monster-human relations in particular. Hardly my work alone, of course, but one does one's part. I suspect it's my family I miss, more than anything.

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