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]

[Any other blind guy might not, but this is Ignis and puns...

...yeah, never mind. He's drunk. REALLY drunk.]

Normally, this is where I would object because I don't want to burden you, but I also don't want to end up at the bottom of a cliff. I will make this up to you when my head feels less like exploding.

[bloodyashes]

Don't worry about it. That's why I'm here.

[Instead of curling up and sleeping somewhere that's actually quiet. Under the usual faintly grumpy exterior, Asch is actually glad that at least one person has the sense to realize that they can't get home alone, instead of trying and failing horribly.]

And if you think you need help walking, I'll be on your right.

[Not that Ignis won't be able to hear him, but it's probably better to let him know that yes, Asch is prepared to lug him around if need be.]

[shatteredlenses]

If I could stop worrying, so many people would be much happier. Unfortunately, my off switch is broken. Why else do you think I'm going gray at such a young age?

[Ignis, you aren't going gray. Your hair is just naturally ash colored.]

I'm afraid that assistance is going to be needed. You wouldn't believe how much more disorienting vertigo is when you're blind. If it's no trouble, though, I would prefer you on my left. A hand on my arm or back will be enough to ground me.

[He hopes.]

[bloodyashes]

Doesn't look grey to me.

[It looks just fine, actually, though kind of on the short side. Not that anyone else has really grown their hair out much here.]

And no problem. If you need more than that, I can get you with either side.

[Ignis will hear his footsteps circling around to stand ready. Whenever you want to get going, buddy.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis chuckles sadly. Even his jokes must be discombobulated if Asch felt the need to answer him so seriously. Ah well, time to go sleep it off so he can apologize to everyone in the morning. Carefully, he starts moving in the direction of the cottage he calls home.]

Next time there is a party I either need to stay away or remember my job as the responsible one no matter how much relaxing sounds like a good idea.

[bloodyashes]

[Or possibly Asch is just that serious. Try him sober and find out! If you even remember this conversation later.]

Lucky I'm already in the habit of not drinking, even if there's not nearly the chance of things going awry here.

[Not enough Seventh Fonons for an intentional hyperresonance also means not enough for an accidental one. Yay?]

[shatteredlenses]

[Apparently Magical Whiskey (tm) will get a person plastered, but has no hangover. Guess who is remembering every bit of this night once it's over?]

Oh? Do we need to work on making more things go awry?

[No. Ignis. NO.]

[bloodyashes]

[No, Ignis. Not today buddy.]

No. I'm staying sober and you are already going to bed, no changing your mind.

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis chuckles softly and nods just slightly as to not throw himself off balance.]

Yes, that is probably a good plan of action. Do keep reminding me should the inebriation try to get the best of me again.

[He can hardly walk, but somehow can still manage to use the word 'inebriation' correctly. Go figure.]

[bloodyashes]

[Look, we all have different talents. Some of us wake up in the middle of our afternoon naps because one of the birds was off key, etc, etc.]

No problem. You're veering a little to the left, by the way.

[Not enough that he needs to be physically course-corrected, but enough that he'll hit water before he hits the next island.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis dips his head slightly, embarrassed at needing to be corrected and then shifts his path.]

My thanks. I suppose I really should get around to requesting that cane from the Storyteller.

[And then use it for more than whacking certain people in the shins with.]

[bloodyashes]

Might be a good idea.

[Not lick shin-whacking isn't completely justified sometimes.]