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

[hellawrath]

"Fashionable and effective, that's like, my middle name!" Lup agrees delightedly. "I mean, have you seen my umbrella? That thing's a Lup original, design and function on fucking point. Don't listen to Taako." She waves a hand dismissively like Taako's weakass objection is some kind of universal constant everyone can perceive at all times, instead of just in her head.

"It's such a fucking bummer a decent wardrobe's so low on the ol' desert island survival to-do list. We deserve to be glamorous, all of us."

[prettypurpleparlor]

Oh yes- a fashionable accessory is always a lovely addition, and no one can deny the usefulness of a parasol in such a sunny climate.

[As for Taako's objection, even without having any siblings of her own she's seen enough of the same dynamics among her cousins and their siblings to guess at there being an ongoing argument. She feels a brief moment of wistfulness, before rolling her eyes at Lup's next sentence and replying in the melodramatic tones of one deeply put-upon by cruel chance.]

Oh, I know. I mean, really, one does what one can and silk is always in style, but there's only so much I can do in a day. I am but one hardworking spider, and fashion is a many-faceted thing.

[hellawrath]

Man Lup would absolutely get into the shit about fashion with this spider and her work in particular, honestly she's been lowkey jealous of Taako's silk blanket since day one? But all that gets headed off at the pass by Muffet's glaring if understandable mistake.

"Oh no no no, it's not just an umbrella, my friend. It's-- hang on." Clearly some kind of demonstration is in order. Lup grabs the umbrella from its strap at her side, levels it at an unoccupied space next to them, and lets the silvery threads of a spell spool from its tip. The spell shapes itself into a phantasmal hand four times the size of Lup's as she holds up her other arm, giving Muffet a thumbs up, a finger gun, a Peace sign. The Hand mimics every shape. Then she swivels around, directing the Hand to follow behind some poor fool's back and gives them huge bunny ears, before tapping their shoulder and disappearing in an instant while the person is drunkenly spinning around a couple times looking for the culprit. Lup is snickering something awful. This is clearly an amazing use of a spell slot. "Pretty cool, right?"

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet laughs and claps her hands delightedly, reminded nostalgically of people using their magic for everyday things at home.]

Fashionable and functional, how utterly charming. And so stylishly unique, too.

I've seen people create magical accessories, in my home world, though I admit I mostly specialize in edible things.

[hellawrath]

Holy shit that's so much applause from just the one person. Lup stares at all the clapping hands, delighted and drunkenly mesmerized and not a little pleased. Hell yeah, spider applause.

"You cook with magic?" Hang on, that's not actually weird, they do that all the time. Give her a sec, she'll remember what she meant-- "Like, food that's magic? Does it buff you or something?"

[prettypurpleparlor]

Yes- green magic, to be precise, the magic of shielding and healing.

['Buff you...' ooh, someone else who understands proper terms for things, maybe? That would be nice, so few humans do. You start talking about their stats and they look at you like you're a crazy person.]

All monster food restores HP, in varying quantities, and thanks to being magic it never spoils. Some recipes can boost things like attack, defense, speed, and so on, but it depends on the dish.