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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

[ohshitsweetflips]

He snorts a laugh at that, the understatement of at least a couple of centuries. "Time flies when you're fighting an island for survival, I guess." He's relieved somehow, that it seems like she has the same ambivalence about it. "Like, on the one hand, yay us, right? Workin our butts off like a good little beehive, we get to survive and we make something useful for a god, too." He doesn't put forth the other hand in this scenario; it's kind of a mess of an analogy now. "I changed my mind. I haven't accepted it."

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet's smile is a touch weary, but sympathetic.]

The thing about bees is that they don't have much else they'd prefer to be doing. [Unlike them.] As it is, I'm proud that we've dealt with all this but annoyed that we had to deal with it in the first place.

[ohshitsweetflips]

"Yeah, you said it." He lifts a coconut shell cup in a little salute before drinking. "Although," and there's the other hand, at long last. "What I should be doing is some kind of boss fight to save the world. Still kind of up in the air how that'll shake out. So I guess being a bee isn't the worst." He shrugs, and then moves on with telling speed. "What about you, what is it you'd rather be doing?"

[prettypurpleparlor]

Seems the sort of thing one could use a brief break from, I think.

[Muffet is curious about his situation, but doesn't push further beyond that polite agreement. It's rude to pry.]

Oh, running my business, taking care of my people, trying to improve the world in general and monster-human relations in particular. Hardly my work alone, of course, but one does one's part. I suspect it's my family I miss, more than anything.