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]

Oh no, it's not meant to frighten you at all. I would be most disappointed if all it took to drive you away was a silly party game.

[Ignis settles his chin into his hand and flashes a mischievous grin at Ardyn.]

All right, lets begin. Truth or Dare?

[scourgingstars]

Hm...may as well start with Truth, I suppose.

[shatteredlenses]

Daring tonight are we? Cutting right to the chase. All right.

[Ignis takes a moment to formulate his question, then continues.]

What do you miss the most now that you're no longer human?

[scourgingstars]

What's worse than asking a politician to be honest?

[Ardyn shrugged, though the faint hum that left him made it sound like he was seriously considering the question. Ten seconds passed in relative silence...then thirty.]

[At length, a very simple answer left him:]

...I perhaps missed a sense of taste more than I realized. I can eat or drink as I like, of course, but it simply does nothing for me anymore. Bit pointless, isn't it?

[shatteredlenses]

That's...actually quite the tragedy.

[After such a long pause, Ignis isn't sure what he expected. That answer is certainly not it and it makes the chef inside of him sad to hear it.]

I'd take it as a challenge to try and find something you can taste, but even I'm not proud enough to think there is something I could cook with my dozen or so years of experience that you didn't find and try in somewhere around 2000 years.

[scourgingstars]

It's terribly disappointing, I'll grant you that much. Particularly when I had a retainer who was such a spectacular cook.

[ardyn are you implying that gilgamesh-...never mind, of course you are.]

But it simply is what it is. And it is also your turn, I believe--truth or dare?

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis raises an eyebrow at that as if to ask 'Oh really? Did you now?" The question remains unspoken, though, saved, perhaps, as material to be used later in the game.]

Considering my currently inebriated state, I daresay that most dares are going to be outside my ability to complete. For now, truth is my only option.