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lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
yourattention) wrote in lifeaftr2018-04-20 05:42 am
Entry tags:
- dear evan hansen: connor murphy,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- final fantasy xv: ignis scientia,
- original: mira delacroix,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- ✖ captive prince: laurent,
- ✖ fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- ✖ my hero academia: shouto todoroki,
- ✖ next to normal: gabe goodman,
- ✖ no.6: shion,
- ✖ one piece: monkey d. luffy,
- ✖ the adventure zone: lup,
- ✖ the adventure zone: magnus burnsides,
- ✖ the adventure zone: taako,
- ✖ undertale: muffet
take a one way ticket to the bacchanal
Who: Connor and the Jormun and y'all.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Party on 4/20
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
What: It's a weed party.
When: Weed Day
Where: The Monkey Compound.
Warnings: I mean. Drugs. There's drugs in this post and a disappointing lack of Alan Cumming dressed as a goat.
Connor kind of only means to invite the Jormun over because it's 4/20. He can't, like, not do anything for 4/20? Then it kind of occurs to him that after the utter disaster of the last island and the, uh. Questionable? Findings? On the new island, people might actually want to have a party.
So he scribbles a invitation somewhere on the rock:
Monkey Compound
Be there or be square
The party itself is kind of - there's a fire? And something is roasting over it? There's a couple tables, none of which are remotely the same shape or size because they're all that kind of wooden table. You know, the kind that rich people get to look rustic. There's also some chairs and benches, but let's be real: this was a party put together by a dumpster fire of a human being. Aside from the baskets on the center of each table that contains some fruit and a bunch of assorted bowls made out of coconuts - some of which contain suspiciously blue milk - there's not a whole lot of decoration. It basically looks like the kind of party that might show up if you searched "sad birthday parties" on a stock website.
He tried, okay? There was a serious attempt, given that realistically Connor actually was just gonna hang out with the Jormun and get high until he decided that other people might actually. Want to hang out or whatever?
Besides, we all know you're here for weed jokes anyway so it doesn't really matter what the actual party is like. Pretend like this is playing in the background or something.
42000, let's get the immortal stoned
Hello, dearie, it's nice to see you out and about.
[She indicates the basket and adds wryly:]
To avoid ambushing the unwary, I should warn you that these particular cookies are a bit more interesting than the typical variety, as Connor was kind enough to share some of his herbal supply. Which isn't to say you aren't still welcome to have some, of course, I just thought you'd appreciate the warning.
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[...he said, biting one in half without thinking in the slightest.]
[what, muffet's food is the only thing he can even taste]
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Oh dear, is your world not familiar with- ah, the herb in question has recreational uses, producing a minor but apparently reasonably pleasant high for most people?
[When in doubt, be direct.]
You seemed rather surprised about the whiskey, so I didn't want you to have to deal with any effects you didn't intend to, this time.
[She tried.]
[...at least the cookie is still fucking delicious. It's so nice and sweet and buttery.
And potent enough that you can probably get a mild contact high just from holding one.]no subject
Well, there was that time a few centuries back when I sold dried treant leaves to teenagers, you'd be amazed how much it looks like-
[Unfortunately, by the time realization hits he has in fact already eaten the other half.]
...hm. Well, that's probably nothing.
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Let's not tempt fate, shall we?
[It's a bit late for that, really, but still. She retrieves a couple more cookies from the other side of the basket and hands them over, adding:]
These are the ones without any special additions, perhaps it might be better to stick to them for now.
[Not that it's going to make much of a difference when that first cookie starts to kick in. Muffet's magic may prevent it from doing any harm to people who eat it, but she apparently does not fuck around when it comes to getting people high.]
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[because he does.]
Really, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Even your ability must have limits, my dear.