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!

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[the_word_is]

And now she has a basket, in addition to food. Carefully, she starts unloading her pocket and placing the snacks in their new receptacle in a way that will keep them from being smashed more than absolutely necessary.

At Taako’s question, she shakes her head and taps one hand against the bandana around her neck. It hides the scarring there, but the scars that stretch from the corners of her mouth aren’t as easily concealed (some of those are from when the vines almost ripped her jaw off, some of them are from when her evil clone tried to scratch her face off). But she’s got enough scars and looks generally rough-and-tumble enough that they don’t stand out too much.

M-A-K-A she spells out, not expecting the elf to understand. Between the conversation and the prospect of taking home snacks, she’s becoming more friendly.

[ohshitsweetflips]

Oof, yeah, that answers that. Oh well, talking out loud is overrated anyway. He watches the signing with more attention than he seems to give lots of things, but that's about all he can do with it, even as clever as he's momentarily seeming. He gets the point of it, anyway, if not the specifics. It seems like a promising if slight change in attitude? Even without his comprehension? Uhh...now what.

"Cool. I don't know what you actually said, maybe you can write it down sometime. Can you?" Taako has a mini logistical crisis with regard to language, before quickly absolving himself of caring about that with a sigh and a small head-shake. "Whatever. Listen, I made this stuff for a party, but I make stuff all the time. Like, all the time. Bring the basket by the temple, I'll stamp a card, you can get a refill. Probably not the spiral potatoes though, those are a huge pain in the ass to do, I'm over 'em."

[the_word_is]

She nods in response to Taako's question, but doesn't pull out her whiteboard yet. There's no point, and she's going to be leaving soon anyway.

A punch card means a loyalty program, like at Deathbucks. Which means he's not giving away food for free. Maka rubs her fingers together, with a questioning expression. What is he expecting for payment?

[ohshitsweetflips]

Taako raises an eyebrow at her question, not because he doesn't understand, but because he's surprised she's asking it at all. Boy howdy. Kids today. If someone had offered him a basket for the food he was uh, accumulating, asking questions about payment would have been a distant memory in the wind of his escape. "Yeah we're pretty off the grid here, you know? Not a lot, not a real currency situation, we're basically just beached garbage on a barter system, now."

Maybe he should try that again, with less tipsy malaise and more...not that. "So the punchcard's a joke. I make stuff and people buy it with other stuff, who cares, bring me some fish or something. Or don't. What am I gonna do, put 'em in the bank? Why are you questioning me?" A timeless Taako tactic, dramatic misdirection.

[the_word_is]

Maka cares, if the sudden straightening of her posture and the tilt of her chin are any indication. Maka has a sense of humor, she just doesn't like being the butt of the joke, and doesn't like it when her attempts at clarifying get laughed at.

Why is she questioning him? Because he's clearly just an idiot trying to be funny. She stops the questioning and just... flips him off.

(Lots of her arguments devolve into that now, but it's more effective than trying to communicate everything she wants to say).

[ohshitsweetflips]

Like he has so often and unexpectedly on this island adventure, Taako bursts out into surprised laughter. Honestly, even if he weren't...the way he is, he still wouldn't blame her for taking that little shortcut of communication. "Taako earned that one, I guess. Listen, I'm just saying, when I was your age I'd have already been in the next town over chowin down, 'stead a this," he mimics her money gesture. "So the way I see it, it's way past my turn to be on the other side of that. Right?" At least he's trying?

[the_word_is]

The next town over... that wasn't an option in the Box, it isn't an option here, it's not something Maka considered. She doesn't run.

She does nod, middle finger going down and expression turning more cautious than annoyed. Laugher's good, but... look, she's never been excessively social and she doesn't really like dealing with adults. But just for that, she grabs something else off the table and puts it in with her pile.

[ohshitsweetflips]

Her grabbing another snackfood, seemingly in retribution, doesn't quite set him off again, but he grins like it's a near thing. She's a weird, prickly kid with maybe a surprising lawful streak, it's hard not to find that a little likeable. Lup's gotta see this one too, she'll get a huge kick out of this rowdy urchin.

"I wasn't kidding about the temple, though. Me 'n' my sister have a store set up there, with more than just food." He gives her what he hopes is a meaningful and convincing look. "Paper, writing utensils, baskets. That stuff's a little more--that takes magic and materials. So that, you can bring some fish. Or dry grass, or whatever. If that makes you feel less like you're robbing a kindly elven shopkeeper blind."

[the_word_is]

She nods, twice, slowly. She'll take that into consideration, or maybe just throw a handful of dry grass at him next time she sees him.