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[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

[ohnehalfte]

Newt was just kind of...drunkenly staring into the fire for the past ten minutes. However, he'd turned his head slowly to watch Ardyn move towards the fire. He blinks once, slowly--before he actually jolts a little as the fire flares up back to life.

"Dude." For a long moment, Newt lets that hang in the air. "That w's magical."

[scourgingstars]

"Quite literally, in fact!" Ardyn smiled brightly, Hresvelgr in his scarf chirping a kweh of encouragement. "A most clever observation, my dear Salamander."

Beat.

"Wait. No, that wasn't it. Sahagin? Gaiatoad? Damn, that doesn't sound right either."

[ohnehalfte]

A beat. Newt blinks, slowly, confused and frowning...before it clicks as to what the hell Ardyn is looking for. And he just...bursts out laughing, high and cracking, almost a cackle as he clutches at his sides--like this is the funniest damn thing he's heard in years. Finally, after several giggling, hiccuping breaths, he manages to get out: "Gaiatoad!"

Before...yep, dissolving into laughter again.

[scourgingstars]

Ardyn narrowed yellow eyes as he tried to recall this person's name--gods damn it, it was some reptile--before the fact that he was being hysterically laughed at sank in.

"...

. . ."

He briefly looked like he wasn't sure what to do with this situation. Then despite just about everything, a low chuckle pried itself out of his throat before quickly snowballing into laughter so honestly amused it sounded like a foreign language from him.

[ohnehalfte]

When Ardyn starts laughing also, it's more than enough to spur Newt on. It takes at couple minutes for Newt to stop laughing, and when he finally does, he's laid out flat on the ground, arms clutching his stomach, staring at the sky. His laughter's been reduced only to brief giggles as wiping the tears from his eyes. He makes a couple attempts at speech--all of which fail either due to giggles or slurring--but finally he manages something that sounds approximately like "s'Newt."

[scourgingstars]

Ardyn recovered a little more quickly, as if he was abruptly aware of how strange actual laughter felt and resolved to knock that shit off no matter how drunk he was.

"Ah,I knew it was some kind of reptile. But no, now it's Salamander. Too late to change your mind."

[ohnehalfte]

"Awwwwww." Newt's bottom lip juts out because...yeah, yep, he is pouting at Ardyn. "I liked th' Gaiatoad."

[scourgingstars]

"Gaiatoad's your middle name. Salamander Gaiatoad....ah, damn it, I have no idea what your surname is."

This is a serious threat to the existence of at least one planet and he's talking about reptiles.

[ohnehalfte]

"Geiszler!" He seems both happy and proud of himself for supplying this information. "S'means goat in German."

[scourgingstars]

"...the hell's German and what's a goat, is that anything like a sheep?"

...Eos may not have had the most normal wildlife.

[ohnehalfte]

"German is a person from Germany n' a goat s'kinda like a sheep but less fuzzy and more bouncy."

Good luck making sense of that.

[scourgingstars]

...



"Sounds fake, but alright."

This is a genius immortal who controlled an entire empire's research division. Listen to that eloquence.

[ohnehalfte]

"What?!" It's a squawk, then, and Newt can't help but flail a bit, one arm in the air. "You just did some fire magic! You're not allowed to say it sounds fake, dude!" Newt what.