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

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I admit they're not precisely optional in my line of work- a businesswoman who doesn't connect with people isn't likely to get very far. What do you enjoy, when you're relaxing?

[bloodyashes]

Cooking, I guess?

[Shrugggggg.]

I didn't get to do a lot of relaxing before arriving here.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet's expression quietly lights up- she's still politely restrained about it, but it's clear she's genuinely pleased.]

Ah, I had no idea you were also interested in the culinary arts. Is there any area in particular you prefer to focus on?

[bloodyashes]

[He shakes his head.]

Whatever I could get my hands on, really. I'm more used to situations like this than an actual kitchen.

[You can't exactly carry around an oven and a full assortment of pans on the road, after all.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Mm, frustrating to work with, but one makes do with what one has. I do miss my bakery, but I've found enough here to manage.

[She hadn't always had the kind of money to afford high-quality tools and materials, and she still remembered what it was like well enough to improvise. But that didn't mean she enjoyed it.]

[bloodyashes]

I've spent so long travelling that I'm pretty much used to it.

[It's very different when you don't really have a home base. And besides, he enjoys the challenge of making do with what he's got.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Was it for work or simply by preference, if you don't mind my asking?

[bloodyashes]

[What a question. The mild good mood around him fades.]

'Work' is closer, if you count 'trying to keep the world from being destroyed' as work.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet nods solemnly in acknowledgement, recognizing that she's stepped into a less pleasant topic.]

A duty, perhaps. I certainly would be hard-pressed to think of a more important one.

[bloodyashes]

[He just nods. Duty's the right word for it, really.]

Before that it was military work, so you see why I didn't have time to develop a lot of hobbies.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Ah, yes- the Royal Guard always seemed to keep to a rather demanding schedule, and they were protecting one small and relatively peaceful kingdom. Still, if the Storyteller is to be believed, things in your own world are entirely paused until you return home- perhaps you'll have a bit more time to yourself, while we're here.

[bloodyashes]

[Oh, Muffet...

Asch unconsciously reaches towards his chest, curling his fingers into not-quite-a-fist.]

Doesn't matter much for me anyway. I've got nothing but time.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[...Okay, now you've got her concerned, Asch. Her tone is gentle as she answers:]

If you ever need anything to fill that time here, I'm more than happy to help. It's always good to have another pair of hands on a project.

[bloodyashes]

I'm sure I'll be able to find something, but I'll keep that in mind.

[And thanks for not asking, Muffet.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

I've no doubt there's plenty to be done.

[She knows that even though it can help to talk, it generally doesn't help to push people who aren't ready. Or, short version: you're welcome.]