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

[shatteredlenses]

[It's the smell of blackberries that gets Ignis' attention at first, though later, he may revisit the idea of 'bad decisions.' For now, he is reminded of home and the fall festivals slipping away into winter. The distance in his expression is probably a little hard to read without being able to see his eyes, but the smile on his face at least makes it clear these aren't bad things to be reminded of.]

What is that wonderful smell, Muffet dear?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet smiles at the compliment, greeting Ignis happily.]

Ah, always a pleasure to speak with you- I do hope you're having a pleasant evening? This is just a little experiment I thought I'd share for tonight's festivities, an attempt at brewing blackberry whiskey.

[shatteredlenses]

[Whiskey? Now that's not quite the answer he was expecting. Still, he can't say he's disappointed.]

So far it's been extremely pleasant. I suspect this is something we all have sorely needed. May I?

[He gestures toward her 'experiment.']

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet pushes the bowl slightly in his direction, so that he can hear where it is- although the smell likely would have been enough of a clue by itself- along with one of the cups.]

Please, feel free- I did bring it to share, after all. It seemed rude to leave our dear hosts to handle all of tonight's refreshments when I'd already been working on this.

[shatteredlenses]

Indeed. In any event, parties are more fun when everyone pitches in.

[Ignis carefully helps himself to a cup before continuing.]

I have to admit, I've not had the chance to really meet our hosts yet. What are they like?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Ah, that would be Taako and Lup, I believe- a pair of twins, brother and sister, both of them magic users. Very lively people, I thought, the type to take whatever life has to offer and enjoy it to the fullest. In retrospect, I'm only surprised it took them this long to decide to throw a party.

[shatteredlenses]

Siblings? Did they arrive together or was whoever brought us here playing favorites again?

[Ignis highly doubts they arrived together. After all, he, Prompto, and Noctis all came from different times despite the fact they are brothers in all but blood. Why would actual blood siblings be any different?

As he thinks on this, Ignis takes a sip of the drink,expression all but lighting up when he tastes it.]

This is marvelous! Why, you're selling yourself short when you call it nothing but an experiment.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Angels only know. I met both of them separately, so I'm not entirely certain when they arrived here.

[She smiles at his reaction, genuinely pleased at the compliment.]

I'm very glad to hear you like it. I'd say it would still count as an experiment, merely a happily successful one.

[shatteredlenses]

[He nods to acknowledge her answer, taking another sip as he does.]

I've never actually experimented with making my own alcohol before. Am I allowed to ask how you made this or is it better I wait until you've perfected it?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Oh, I'm always happy to talk shop- although this was fairly trial-and-error, so I can't entirely recommend it as the proper method...

[Here follows a polite, reasonably practical description of how to make a jury-rigged still for whiskey using magic and your own incredibly shitty woodcarving skills. We're just going to say it was a helpful answer, because even if she's fairly inexperienced with it, Muffet knows a great deal more about how to brew moonshine than her player does, and I kind of don't want to end up on another government watchlist for googling the specifics.]

[shatteredlenses]

[What a smart mun Muffet has! :-D ]

How fascinating. It's something I'm probably going to leave in your capable hands for the near future, but we just may need to talk about cooking applications once you have the process ironed out a bit more.

[Of course it comes back to cooking. Nothing says deserted-island gourmet like cooking with still-made alcohol.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Aw, you. :D]

I am hopeful I'll have something more suited to cooking in the future- this isn't exactly what I'd use, but I think now that I know how to do this much I should be able to make faster improvements in later batches.

The real question is how to get more ingredients to work with...

[Plot twist: the way home is eventually discovered because Ignis and Muffet keep checking every square inch of new territory for anything they can use to flavor food.]

[shatteredlenses]

[This sounds less like a plot twist and more like confirmed canon. :-P]

We will just have to keep exploring and adding things to our little gardens as we find them. Perhaps the Storyteller can be 'bribed' into helping now and again as well. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a steady supply of grains again?

[There is so much he could make if he only had corn, or wheat, or more rice or...]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[In a tone of incongruous cheerfulness:]

I would do terrifying things for access to some proper flour.

[She misses grocery stores so much.]