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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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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?"

Aw hey there cutie. Who's looking pretty stoked about the knives? A child after her own heart. Lup practically lights up at his approach, grinning indulgently down at him.

"No catch for you, lil man! Island's been serving us steamed shit for long enough, and I can't in like, good conscience stand by while all y'all squirts can't put up a proper fight. Attack's the best defense, I always say!" Always, or just whenever Taako is too busy getting his ass kissed over by the buffet table to tell her to chill.

Oh hell fucking yes. An adult who is actually chill about him having something dangerous. Where have you been all his life, magical elf lady?

"Lady, I like the way you think. Attacking is where it's at!" Not that Max with a knife is particularly more dangerous than regular Max, since he's still a ten year old with no combat training, but... Hell, he doesn't seem to care. "If only more people could appreciate that there's no age limit on bladed weapons."

Holy shit what an adorable little wannabe badass?? Lup's loving this and cheers in agreement. "Hell yeah! Kids should get to shank a fool just like anybody else!" ~~And dogs should be able to vote!~~

She squats down to his height happily and digs out a bone knife for him to try. Go on, give it a whirl. "So what's your story, pumpkin, you handle a lotta bladed weapons in your life?"

"Yes! Finally, someone who sees reason!"

Absolutely let the children shank and stab and slash. What could possibly go wrong? He takes the knife very eagerly, giving it a few test slashes in the air. Aw. Yes.

"Pff, not as many as I wish. Apparently having knives is 'dangerous' and 'should be confiscated' or something. You'd think with how much people warn you about stranger danger, they'd want kids to be armed if something happens." So he's not exactly an expert in knife combat. Shocking, truly. "Not like that ever stops some kids from getting knives anyway."

He still hasn't figured out where Nurf kept getting knives. It's mindblowing.

His overeager practice stabs could do with a little more precision and Lup kind of tries to scoot back, overbalances and sits down hard on her ass, but she's dexterous as hell and makes it look like she totally meant to do that. Anyway she's delighted the kid's taking to the knife, and he's making some excellent points.

"Exactly! Better to know how to use 'em and not have to, than the other way around. And you're gonna have to in this bullshit sidequest dimension, sooner or later." Damn, should she be starting self-defense classes when she's sober? Kinda sounds like a lot of work. She wonders how much people would be willing to cough up for that and decides to put a pin in this venture for another time. Though it's kind of obvious this kid could use some either way.

"But uhm, you know it's only for stranger danger, alright? Don't go around stabbing things for shits 'n giggles, cha girl is not here for getting slammed with law suits."

"What? Worried I'm gonna go on a stabbing spree? Take no prisoners?" Max grins a little too much as he says that. But then he just shrugs, downgrading to just a regular smirk. "Sounds like way too much work. Nah, I'll save that for people who have it coming."

Shit, this is freaking adorable? In kind of a disconcerting way honestly, which is like half the fun. Why are all the kids here such relatable little shits? Amazing. Lup giggles kinda boozily, charmed and a little bit impressed.

"Sweet. What's your handle, buddy? I'm Lup, and I'm honored to be your arms dealer." She actually holds out her hand for a proper handshake. "Hey, you need another one for somebody you're with, like a sibling or whoever you're staying with?" Because he's not totally on his own, right?

"The name's Max. And it's a real pleasure." Yeah, you know what, he'll shake her hand. It's probably the most polite Max has been to anyone since he got here. "I'd gladly take one, but it'd be hard to give it to people who don't exist."

Fuck, goddammit, not another one. The urge to drag both her hands down her face is real. She reroutes just barely to hissing through her teeth like he's just suggested doing something pretty baller but also very dumb.

"I mean, that's too bad? And listen, I bet it's been real rad gettin to do your own thing for a while, and like obviously you can handle yourself or you'd have beefed it by now--" Shit, there's gross murderous dog centipedes out there who'd have him for lunch, there's sharks with legs, there's probably even quicksand somewhere for how stupid this island is. She waves that away with a hand. "But if you ever get the urge to go wandering off into the jungle, just look up cha girl first, okay? I'll go stab some dipshits with you any time."

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oh boy i sure lost track of this tag

gasp i thought i would never hear from this tiny edgelord again

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