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

[the_word_is]

Ugh. Magic. Maka's disgust for the idea is obvious, but she's keeping the knife anyway.

And then.... seriously? Maka draws herself up to her full (not very substantial) height and glares (maybe subconsciously puffing out her chest). She's not a child, she's... at least fourteen.

[hellawrath]

Hey don't make that kinda face at wizardly magics, young lady. They're fucking rad, especially when she does them. Is it time to show off? Maybe when this kid stops being offended by seemingly everything she says. Lup can't help but snort a little at the girl puffing up, but she also manages to look a bit sincerely chastised at the same time? Ears folding back, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry, sorry, you're right. You're not even that little, and probably not a rascal? Pretty uh, presumptive of me. You probably don't even need any knives for free from some like, weird but obviously cool elf you don't know. I'll take it back if you don't want it, no hard feelings." Or do you.

[the_word_is]

Look, you can't just hand out knives and then try and take them back. Maka keeps her hand protectively on her new weapon, and shakes her head.

[hellawrath]

Yeah that's about what she thought. As long as she's keeping the knife, Lup feels like she's accomplished her goal for now. She shrugs agreeably. "Fair enough. And you know there's more where that came from? Non-combat supplies, food, sometimes there's clothes... cross-stitches with swears on 'em..." That one was her idea. "We got it all, over in the temple ruins. Hit us up if you wanna trade for anything, okay? Like... paper and charcoal, maybe?" If she'd rather write than talk.

[the_word_is]

More knives? Maka "asks", pointing at her new acquisition with a questioning expression.


Also....


cross stitches with swears on them?

[hellawrath]

Too bad Lup doesn't have Taako's magic telepathy thingy at hand or she could list off all the dumb sayings she's Fabricated into somewhat coarse canvasses of coconut fiber, maybe find out what kinda swears kids these days go for. As it is, all she can do is grin approvingly at the girl's more obvious question.

"Oh hell yeah, we gotcha. Knives are always in demand. The bone ones go for, I'd say like, a fresh bird or a coupla eggs, a bowl full of berries? Island economy's kinda whatever, to be honest." She shrugs, reasonably confident that the girl knows to turn up with something useful if she wants to trade. She seems pretty serious about it. About a lotta things, if Lup had to guess. "The obsidian ones are... limited edition, so make sure to hold onto that one." Let's just say Lup isn't eager to create any more black glass than she already has.

[the_word_is]

Okay but the bone ones are badass as hell, Maka will bring a dead bird in to trade later. The idea of those sound cooler than the obsidian ones, but the obsidian ones are going to last, and keep their edge.