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[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

[postictal]

He has no idea what a Shatterdome is, but Newt's easy elation is damn near infectious. He can't help but being charmed at the sheer deviation of the whole thing from the norm. It's so bitterly human, this need to scrape something halfway enjoyable out of all the shit, and the bottom line is that it's working.

"You got banned from doing drunk science?" Somehow? He can believe it.

[ohnehalfte]

"Yeaaaaaaaah I may've exploded a couple'a bunsen burners last time." He doesn't look ashamed about this at all--in fact, it's almost smug. "And gotten kaiju guts all over Hermann's chalkboards. And his side of the lab. Wooooo he was NOT happy about that!" This, especially, is said with an extreme amount of glee. "He screeched at me for HOURS until Pentecost came down and made me clean it up. While still drunk, I might add."

[postictal]

“God, you’re a menace.” Tim sounds pretty amused about that, to be fair. The guy almost reminds him of -

He derails the thought before it boards the station. Doesn’t matter who he reminds him of. Doesn’t matter for a second, because people who are long gone in more than aysthsn one can’t be reclaimed. That’s all there is to it.

“Well, who knows. Maybe you can do a little drunk coconut shooting.”

[ohnehalfte]

"I'm Dennis the fuckin' Menace, man, that's for sure." He hums a bit, in response. "Maybe I could! I've got a coconut gun 'n everything. Though I'd kinda be afraid of shooting someone at this point."

[postictal]

“So take potshots at birds. Try to knock shit off the Storyteller’s temple or something.”

This is very probably a bad idea, given that the god seems rather protective of that space, but Newt is drunk and Tim is enabling some poor choices, so why not?