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Who: Lup (

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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Taako doesn't seem super acquainted with balance, despite or perhaps due to Lup's impromptu drunk engineering; he careens just a bit, clutching at Newt with the arm thrown around his shoulders. But it's fine, Newt's got that low center of gravity, as well as an elven fuckin' scaffold flanking him, this is fine. See, his feet are managing alright, still got enough dex for that, one right in front of the other and onward to...wherever. Not important.

He still has enough perception to spare to catch Newt's namedrop, pick up on the slight mood shift, almost like the alcohol is making the twins swap roles. Well, a little; Lup may be the empathy twin, but she was never the tact twin. And Taako is just doused enough that he doesn't want Newt to have a tragic backstory relapse and escape. Then Lup might also find a new party activity and who would he hang with? Nah. He drops his awful spidery hand off Newt's shoulder and jabs Lup in the ribs, threatening to dissolve their drunken flotilla into elf squabbling.

"Let him LIVE, Lup, damn." That said, she asked a pretty good question, and he has a follow-up, turning his most earnest attention Newt's way. "Is he in the band, too?"

Fortunately for both Lup and Taako, the assertion that whatever a Hermann is sounds super nerdy, and then a follow up questions as to whether he's in the band is ridiculous enough to make Newt choke on a laugh, giggling hysterically. "Wh--oh fuck no, he is seriously nerdy and like, definitely way too stiff-upper-lip to be in a band. 'r have any coolness points at all. He is, like....negative in coolness points. You guys are, like 110% radder than him in every way, which, by the way, would super piss him off because he hates impossible percentages--" brief pause for a burst of snickering again, "--but he's my boyfriend so he gets an auto-win over any rad-ness available. Thems the breaks, my friends, sorry, but my favorite goes t' the math nerd who uses chalkboards like a fuckin' grandpa."

He definitely sounds like he's griping at the end of that, but it's affectionate griping. And oh hey they're at the door, now, which they actually have (quite a novel thing,) and Newt's reaching out with his foot to nudge it open--and at the same time, there's an excited, high-pitched peeping of something unknown from the dark interior and the clicking of claws scrabbling over to them across the flat driftwood that serves as a floor--and Newt's expression brightens considerably, abruptly releasing both twins and dropping down to scoop up the small chick that's just come into the light from the doorway.

"Petrie!" He sure is immediately bringing that bird to his face so he can nuzzle her head. "Mommy's home!"

That personal attack on her ribs, which are delicate and like, private, asshole, is met with an indignant screech specifically designed and practiced to shred her brother's ears. It's also entirely and rudely overshadowed by Newt's hysterical laughter. He's just, fuckin' gone. Okay so maybe that's just sort of inevitable when you hang around the twins but come on, get it together nerd!! They're asking the real questions, here.

And Newt does kinda the worst job imaginable, selling this Hermann dude? But it's somehow still obvious how fond he is of the guy and Lup is kinda feelin' it. Sometimes you just can't help but date the guy with a terminal lack of party points and a charmingly tragic fashion sense. She throws Taako an eyebrows-raised welp sort of look over their nerd's head.

And then they almost do all trip over each other when Newt decides now's a great time to straight up just fucking murder this masterpiece of arcane engineering by-- crouching down?? To hug a-- what in the fuck is that even?? Lup's arms go wheeling wildly, just barely catching the door on one side and her brother's arm on the other and she hasn't stopped being dizzy but she's already shouting.

"You're a mom?!"

Who does Lup think she's welp'ing at, here? Certainly not anyone on this side of the nerdly planar divide. Ch'boy's not even remotely vibing on the same level as any of this mess, Taako is not snort-laughing with you here Lup, you've got absolutely no room to judge Newt's life choices and this isn't a welp situation. Feel free to bond over having questionable taste, but Taako's cannot be included in this.

And he'd have been sure to say as much, too, if a bunch of other shit hadn't abruptly happened, sending Taako into near hysterics. It's not even that funny, like what, a scrubby monster-scientist can't be mom to a...a weird, weird lil bird thing? More Lup's incredulous outburst, and almost falling on her ass like an idiot, is what sets him off. Not that he's doing much better than she is, careening to one side under the weight of his own laughter, only by the grace of some drunken blessing not winding up on the floor, from which he'd surely never return. "Shh!" He shushes Lup through his diminishing giggles, "You're gonna freak out his weird bird-baby, you fuckin menace. Swear to God, I can't take you anywhere."

Shaking his head in reproach, he takes this opportunity to reclaim the booze yet again, since Lup obviously can't be trusted with it in this state. "You got hidden depths, my dude," he salutes with the bottle, which goes better than you might expect. "Gotta play it close to the chest, with your, your birds and nerds and bands an' whatever. Keep 'em guessing."

Newt had legit almost jumped out of his skin at Lup's shout, and he stands there, blinking at the two of them, cradling Petrie in his hands as Taako steals the booze back--but eventually he grins again, widely, at Taako. He probably tried to make it look sly and cocky or whatever, but he's drunk enough that he can't hide how completely pleased he looks at the praise.

"Hey, man, what can I say? M'an interesting dude!" He's still wearing that grin as he tilts a little, turning sloppily to hold out Petrie for Lup to see.

"This is Petrie! I've been raising her. She's really sweet!" At which point, Petrie will prove this by screeching loudly in Lup's direction l o l.

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