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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!

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[ohnehalfte]

"Ehhh, I get that." He huffs, settling a little bit, though he's still grinning. "But I've been alert for like...I dunno..." Newt waves a hand vaguely in the air. "Three-ish years? Four-ish? Time is bullshit." Lmao BUT!! HE'S RAISING A CLENCHED FIST!!! "I deserve a break!"

[onegreeneye]

Well... even if this does strike him as a horrible idea, he can concede that. It makes sense that people would want some kind of a break.

...He just wishes it weren't so risky.

"I guess so. Just don't overdo it, alright?"

What are you, Ginko, his dad.

[ohnehalfte]

Newt can't help but let out a sound that's something between a snort and a laugh, and he's tilting drunkenly, leaning into Ginko's shoulder. "Dude. Nooooooooooo promises. Abso-fuckin'-lutely none." And he tilts his head to grin at him in a way that is an attempt at mischievous but really falls short because alcohol.

[onegreeneye]

Ah. There he goes. Ginko frowns slightly and shifts to better support Newt's weight - and make sure he doesn't end up cutting himself on any of the rocks on Ginko's shoulder.

"Hmm. Guess that's no surprise." He reaches over to sort of... pat Newt on the shoulder, before immediately regretting it, because he technically doesn't know this Newt very well so that might be out of line.

Of course, this Newt is hanging all over him, but... anyway. The concern remains.

"How about this: Make some amount of an effort not to die."

[ohnehalfte]

Newt is absolutely not perturbed by Ginko patting him on the shoulder at all. If anything, the familiarity just makes him lean into him harder, despite the rocks on his shoulder. Though he does snort at that last bit.

"Can't control that part." There's a bitterness that's suddenly crept into his tone--and he reaches out to drunkenly grab at a stick on the sand, though it takes a couple times. He chucks it into the fire with something like petulance.

[onegreeneye]

He nudges Newt gently, his tone quiet and gentle. "That's why I'm only asking that you try. I know all this can be pretty frustrating, but that's no reason to start getting needlessly reckless."

[ohnehalfte]

Newt huffs out a sigh. "Yeah. Yeaaaaah I know." He wrinkles his nose. "Though....dude, like...overdoin' it on alcohol is on th' low end of me doin' reckless shit, y'know. Worst I'll get is a hangover, prob'ly."

[onegreeneye]

"Yeah, but it's reckless shit that can lead to other reckless shit. Or it can... at least make things really awkward."

He makes a face. He probably shouldn't tell this Newt about the party, because... well, telling someone you knew an alternate version of them who turned into a monster is one thing, but telling them that you and that alternate version got drunk and made out at a party once is one hell of another.

[ohnehalfte]

"What?! It's not like there's any place I can do drunk science on this island. What's the worst I could get into? Throwing a coconut in the ocean? Mana teleporting to a different island?" He waves a hand vaguely. "I don't have a lab here or anything, so there's not like there's any dangerous chemicals I could get my hands on."

[onegreeneye]

"You could teleport to another island, and run into something dangerous. Or you could fall into a ditch and hurt yourself. You could try to go swimming or something and drown, you could try to build something and end up hurting yourself or someone else..."

He sits back with a sigh, his ears flicking with frustration. Everyone should probably be glad he's decided not to keep going, frankly.

"And that's just the matter of physical injury. You could also do something embarrassing."