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TiK Tok

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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[Muffet greets him with a friendly smile, and pushes the smaller bowl over for him to take a look at.]

I don't have anything nonalcoholic and blackberry-flavored, unfortunately, but I did bring some mango juice if you'd like to try that. It seemed best to make sure there was an alternative for anyone who didn't care to imbibe.

[Asch chuckles a little before reaching into the knapsack he's leaned against his side and pulling out a mango. It's ripe enough that he has to hold it a bit gently, and it has a bit of a bruise on one side from being in ~~the mango wiggler~~ his pack.]

Got that covered already.

[Fresh or sun-dried mango is something he's eaten a lot of these last couple weeks...]

[Muffet laughs lightly, understanding his predicament- she, personally, has done more cooking with coconut in the past few months than she had ever expected to do in her entire life.]

I'm afraid that's all I have to offer tonight- but if you come and knock on my door tomorrow, I'd be happy to provide you some berries. They've been a rather energetic plant thus far, so I've a fairly large crop of them even after making this.

[He likes mango! It tastes like home! ... But god he's eaten a lot of mango. and fish. and mango on fish.]

That would be great.

[Even just as a variation. Though the fried food is pretty good.]

[She nods, satisfied.]

Tomorrow it is, then. Given that you're not drinking, you may be one of the few people here who will actually feel like doing anything at all the next day- at least any time before noon.

[Sure, she's giving out alcohol that technically doubles as a healing potion, but given that people are also drinking Taako's transmuted beverages and some questionable moonshine Tim found in a cave, it can only do so much. There's gonna be some impressive hangovers tomorrow.]

I figured someone needed to stay up to keep an eye on whoever winds up passing out.

[You know so that they don't choke inn their own fluids or whatever. Thankless job, but someone needs to be the adult around here.]

So it might not be till afternoon for me, either.

[He's gonna want a nap.]

That's quite charitable of you. I have been warning them to drink responsibly, but there's always some who just don't want to be told.

[Hopefully Asch knows how to put someone in the recovery position?]

Although, I think I may be a bit less worried about what happens once they pass out and more worried about what they might do before they reach that point. I keep having nervous thoughts of someone stumbling off a cliff...

Don't worry, I'm doing my best to keep an eye out for those, too.

[He can't watch everyone, of course, but thus far no one's come close to taking a tumble.]

And fights that turn genuinely nasty, women getting taken advantage of, the usual.

[Slightly grim, cynical usual.]

Mm. Though thankfully everyone thus far seems to have a decent sense of self-control, even when fighting drunk- or at least things seemed to be under control last I checked that fighting ring they drew over there.

[Muffet isn't necessarily an optimist, but she is less inclined to assume the worst simply by virtue of coming from a species where the worst anyone is likely to do tops out at a much less cruel level than humanity generally did. To her, getting taken advantage of implies theft, some callous con artist manipulating a drunken fool, missing Asch's actual implication entirely.]

[Well, being what she is, it's probably not something she would have to worry about. Not to mention that ild take someone truly stupid to do such a thing in a community of this size, where everyone is at most two steps away from everyone else.]

Right. As long as it's contained, I'm not worried about it. I think most of the party is more interested in playing around, at least.

[If basic decency couldn't ensure everything, very sharp fangs and being mildly venomous probably could make up the difference.]

I think that's generally the purpose of parties- give people a chance to play around somewhere they can afford to, and let some of their stress go.

[Yeah that probably helps.

Asch shrugs. The last time he was at a party to actually enjoy it was... A very long time ago.]

I wouldn't know. I'm not much for social functions.

Well, I admit they're not precisely optional in my line of work- a businesswoman who doesn't connect with people isn't likely to get very far. What do you enjoy, when you're relaxing?

Cooking, I guess?

[Shrugggggg.]

I didn't get to do a lot of relaxing before arriving here.

[Muffet's expression quietly lights up- she's still politely restrained about it, but it's clear she's genuinely pleased.]

Ah, I had no idea you were also interested in the culinary arts. Is there any area in particular you prefer to focus on?

[He shakes his head.]

Whatever I could get my hands on, really. I'm more used to situations like this than an actual kitchen.

[You can't exactly carry around an oven and a full assortment of pans on the road, after all.]

Mm, frustrating to work with, but one makes do with what one has. I do miss my bakery, but I've found enough here to manage.

[She hadn't always had the kind of money to afford high-quality tools and materials, and she still remembered what it was like well enough to improvise. But that didn't mean she enjoyed it.]

I've spent so long travelling that I'm pretty much used to it.

[It's very different when you don't really have a home base. And besides, he enjoys the challenge of making do with what he's got.]

Was it for work or simply by preference, if you don't mind my asking?

[What a question. The mild good mood around him fades.]

'Work' is closer, if you count 'trying to keep the world from being destroyed' as work.

[Muffet nods solemnly in acknowledgement, recognizing that she's stepped into a less pleasant topic.]

A duty, perhaps. I certainly would be hard-pressed to think of a more important one.

[He just nods. Duty's the right word for it, really.]

Before that it was military work, so you see why I didn't have time to develop a lot of hobbies.

Ah, yes- the Royal Guard always seemed to keep to a rather demanding schedule, and they were protecting one small and relatively peaceful kingdom. Still, if the Storyteller is to be believed, things in your own world are entirely paused until you return home- perhaps you'll have a bit more time to yourself, while we're here.

[Oh, Muffet...

Asch unconsciously reaches towards his chest, curling his fingers into not-quite-a-fist.]

Doesn't matter much for me anyway. I've got nothing but time.

Edited (i always get these two icons fucked up) 2017-12-06 19:23 (UTC)

[...Okay, now you've got her concerned, Asch. Her tone is gentle as she answers:]

If you ever need anything to fill that time here, I'm more than happy to help. It's always good to have another pair of hands on a project.

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