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Dr. Newton Geiszler (CRAU) ([personal profile] ohnehalfte) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2017-11-19 07:38 pm

TiK Tok

Who: Lup ([personal profile] hellawrath), Taako ([personal profile] ohshitsweetflips), Newt ([personal profile] 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!
postictal: (please find peace one day)

[personal profile] postictal 2018-01-21 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
There is almost too much he can do, and simultaneously not enough.

He can tell a kid that it's all right to cry, because it doesn't make you weak, and he'll watch them shut down in real time, shutter the tentative vulnerability peeping out from beneath closed lids so no one has to see any of it slip out. He can tell a kid that they're allowed to be angry for what was done to them, and hear them snarl for him to stop. He can watch them caught in the throes of grief until they tell him let go.

He can violate their soul, by using the differences between them to pry himself away.

"Yeah," says Tim. The word hitches very slightly, but he breathes past it. "That's about the only thing I can do."

He's always been a hell of a liar.