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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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Yo, lil man, you don't think I can?
Drop a beat, drop a rhyme -
I ain't worth your time?

Boy, you soon to be trippin',
When ol' Guzma is flippin',
All these crazy dope words,
C'mon...heaven't you heard?

I'm the boss of this place,
Now get outta my face!
Get outta my space!
Unless you can prove...you ain't a total disgrace.

[And that was with alcohol running rampant through his veins. Your move, NEET.]

[Hey Guzma question

What the fuck]

That isn't singing! That's spitting into the mic! [AND HE PROBABLY CAN'T DO THAT BECAUSE HE'S JAPANESE AND WHAT IS RHYMING????? Seriously, talk about an unfair playing field. Guzma's totally taken his challenge out of context.]

This isn't open poetry night!

[Guzma raises a brow, staring Karamatsu up and down like he just sprouted wings and a tail. The silence that lingers between the duo is nearly palpable, and Guzma rubs the space between his eyes, muttering a quiet "mother of Mew" as he shakes his head.]

One-- [He holds up a finger suddenly.] It's called rapping. Look it up. Two-- [Another finger.] If I was spitting into the mic, that'd be beat-boxing, which I can also do - well 'nuff to make you think I was my own personal band to boot, homeboy, but let's move on to point three.

[He flips Karamatsu the finger, sticking out his tongue with a cruel smirk.] To beat me, my man, you've got...2 B A Master.

[And Guzma suddenly snaps back, body loose and fluid and he rocks his body and begins to recite a beat. Is he playing an air guitar in there As well? You better fucking believe he is. There's no bigger ham on stage than the Big Bad Boss of Team Skull. But the wriggling Wurmple here wants actual singing, so he can oblige him.

Because he's about to school him a second time.]

Go...go--WHOO!

[He's startlingly good, and of course there's some rapping in there, and those wild Team Skull arm movements are thrown in there as well, especially when he's reciting the various types of pokemon. The 'na-na-na' even have him hopping around the stage they set, trying to engage the crowd to sing along with him.

Hell, even the diabolical spoken parts he aces, voice dipping into deep and sinister so easily. Once the song is done, Guzma crosses his arms and flips his sunglasses over his eyes.

#get-skull-fucked-bruh]

Edited (WASN'T FINISHED DW, WTF.) 2017-12-13 02:28 (UTC)

[you're damn fuckin right Newt whoops really loudly when Guzma starts singing that, absolutely warbling loudly along with the "na-na-na"s and finding a stick to pound out a beat against the log he's sitting on.

When he's finished, Newt's practically vaulting out of his seat, cackling happily as he jogs up to their "stage"]

Dude! That was sick! I haven't heard that song in years!

[HE'S REALLY EXCITED AND IS TOTALLY OFFERING GUZMA A DOUBLE HIGH FIVE]

[DOUBLE HIGH FUCKING FIVE TO YOU, GOOD SIR.

Guzma even shoots two fingerguns at Newt as well with a harsh little cackle, the song is a massive sensation even in Alola, despite the original artists being wholly Kantonian. It was a national uproar when it hit the charts, and Guzma still has the song somewhere in the mess that is all his old CDs back at the shady house in Po Town.]

Nothin' better than a classic, my man. [He clears his throat and throws his hands up.] THE AUDIENCE HAS SPOKEN!! I want to thank my main man, Golisopod, and the academy....blah, blah, blah.

[Newt cackles as Guzma fingerguns at him, before applauding loudly when he starts to thank the Academy (letting out a whoop when Golisopod is mentioned, of course) as he moves back to his seat and plops back down on a log]

[So he came here to ~~show up everyone and prove he's the best there ever was~~ have a good time, and Karamatsu is honestly feeling so attacked right now. There's nothing he can do, aside from stand off to the side and glower at fucking Newt for sliding in like there's something to cheer, right now.

There is nothing to cheer right now. Guzma is the worst. Newt is a close second.]

It doesn't matter. You're already disqualified. Heh.

Should've thought about that before you start spouting poems.

Edited 2017-12-20 14:54 (UTC)

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