[Invite] Land's End On Fire

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StatusAddled. OOC NotesRing of Fire suggested by the dwarf Tags@dindeen Kumori @0x1dea Elkeid Tobin Scoria Some say that the most brilliant ideas and most insightful thoughts come to mind when one is heavily addled due to alcohol or lack of sleep. Caerbannog walked through the streets of Londenium past many restaurants and pubs with her consciousness clouded by a thick covering of organic hydroxyl. Neun, not to be outdone, is typing this during the witching hour for Cthulhu knows what illogical excuse. With the combination of alcohol and lack of sleep and the whispers of one dwarf played by a follicle-challenged Brit, the new thread for the Kings of London was soon underway. Kyuu managed to escape the siscon’s grasp and decided to explore that part of Londenium. The assassin was on her trail but it was fairly difficult to spot her amidst a crowd and during nighttime too. He was headed in the correct direction though, and if the other players were able to keep an eye on the long-haired Kumori, they’d soon find themselves in an establishment into which a certain diminutive samurai ducked and rolled. Literally, she had to duck and roll for the entrance was low enough for only a dwarf to pass through, and the hallway was a short, slippery slope. Land’s End, as the tavern was called, was merely a hole in the wall. Again literally, it was just a hole in the wall. Caerbannog thought she saw a rabbit jump into it so the girl followed suit and found herself in an establishment instead. Perhaps it was a secret place for a gathering of great adventurers who wanted to eat and drink and be merry in a peaceful place; or perhaps the owner who was a dwarven adventurer was just a cheapskate. Instead of buying a whole building for his tavern, the seemingly-middle-aged man drilled a literal hole in a wall and built his shop under someone else’s shop. The ‘upper floor’ was just an antique store anyway so no one really cared. The interior of Land’s End, however, was not betrayed by its small entrance and narrow hallway. Once the samurai reached the bottom of her slide, she was greeted by a spacious area with many tables full of jolly people. They seemed to actually be enjoying their eating and drinking, and it only made sense for the tavern owner was not just a jolly dwarf but also an adventuring chef. It meant that his food actually tasted like food. His accomplice business partner was by chance a tall elven fellow who was an adventuring brewer. Low leveled still, but his drinks were better than the system-generated piss water. The dwarf and the elf saw to it that their tavern catered well to its patrons, unlike those shitty landers who almost cheated Oxford of his hard-earned gold. That said, the samurai soon found her way to an empty table wherein someone left a pack of playing cards. She hopped onto a chair, and then onto the table itself and sat right down the middle with her legs crossed like some kid at the playground. Her cloudy mind, of course, picked the most appropriate thing to relate to the pack of cards: the Ring of Fire. No, not that group of countries which can be ravaged by tsunami, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions at any given moment. Ring of Fire as in that drinking game. She vaguely remembered... no, she clearly remembered the rules which her cousins set for each other once. At that time, she was excluded for she was what, twelve? Who makes twelve year olds drink?! Surely not her German cousins. Caerbannog, with all her might, grabbed a passing scribe and sat him down on a chair. She then dictated a list of things for her to write down which the poor adventurer immediately carried out. For some reason, drunk Caerbannog seemed scary. Perhaps it was her wasted glare that got to the scribe? Anyway, the list was soon done and written down but not completely. Some of the rules for the Ring of Fire did not make sense in a world like Elder Tale so the samurai so kindly paid the scribe and asked him to leave his parchment upon which the partial game rules was written. The wolf-hair then grabbed a passing waiter, yea she’s more grabby when drunk, and told him to set up some things that she needed for the game. A tall glass in the middle of the table with the samurai close to its side; she then faced the cards down to form a circle around the glass and waited for anyone who would play the game with her. Upon the parchment, the following were written. As people arrive, Caerbannog would ask them to choose any blank line and write their own rule on it: --- Ace Card: Waterfall - The person who picked the card will start drinking and may go on for as long as he or she wanted. Everyone else must keep drinking while the Ace-player still drinks. Heaven forbid if Caerbannog herself picked this card. 2-Card: Choose - The person who picked the card will choose any other person who will drink something that the cardholder chooses 3-Card: Me - The person who picked the card must drink his chosen concoction. 4-Card: Whore - The person who picked this card will command the girls within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Elkeid around. 5-Card: (blank) 6-Card: Dicks - The person who picked this card will command the boys within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Scoria around. 7-Card: (blank) 8-Card: Mate - No, not THAT ‘mate’. The person who picked this card must choose someone to drink with him. They will both drink. 9-Card: (blank) 10-Card: (blank) Jack-Card: Make a Rule - The person who picked this card can make up any rule that everyone has to follow. Such as: one can only drink with one’s right hand. Everyone (including the cardholder) must follow this rule for the whole entire game and if it is disobeyed, the poor sod must drink. Queen-Card: (blank) King-Card: Pour! - The person who picked this card must pour a little of their drink into the glass that is in the middle of the table. Whoever picks up the LAST king must drink the whole glass which could be filled with different drinks. --- Once all the rules were set, they could order a whole ton of drinks from which they could choose whatever they wanted for each card draw. Each adventurer would draw a card and follow its corresponding instructions based on what the list stated. Caerbannog added a twist to the game by stating that instead of chucking a portion of a drink into the middle glass only when a King was drawn, anyone who wanted to put something in it could do so in their turn. WC: 1135 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

[Scoria]

Hmmm? Hmmmmmmmmm? Scoria was waaaaaaaaaaay too drunk to be paying attention to how to do anything at all. Although he had only had four shots of proper tequila thus far, he had had four shots of tequila. For someone who avoided drinking like it was the plague and had no idea whether or not he was a lightweight, the glaring man just followed behind the rest of the group, glaring at anyone who looked at anyone funny. Landers and Adventurers alike, none were spared from Scoria's meaningless glare. Right up until there was a hole in the wall. Oh, was everyone shooting for style points? Well, he could do that too. Glacial Freeze, his favorite spell, was quickly cast as he threw his weight forward and slid down the tunnel in his own style. Naturally, he cancelled the spell as soon as he was away from its effect, leaving it up just long enough for anyone to take advantage if they wanted to.

For Caer to think that she had to duck her head and roll meant that Scoria was executing some sort of ninjaesque maneuver, one leg spread forward in front of him as he almost looked like he was sliding and snowboarding down the tunnel. Boink. Scoria popped up out the other edge of the tunnel and extended back up to his full height, moving out of the way to make sure the next person didn't tumble straight into him. He wasn't quite sure why Caer wasn't asking him to do Scribe things (or Oxford), but then it occurred to him that she didn't actually know. That was okay then. Flopping down two seats away from Caerbannog so there was an empty seat to either side of him, the Scribe tried to consider what kind of rule he might add. Five, Seven, Nine, Ten, Queen? Hmmmm? Hadn't there been a song about girls bringing all the boys to the yard with milkshakes or something? If everyone was going to drink, then this would probably be just fine. Maybe. Hopefully it'd be well received.

Or maybe Scoria was really drunk already.

Queen - Milkshakes: The person who draws this card splits a rootbeer ice cream float with either of the two people sitting next to him or her. Two straws for the two of you. Of course, the rootbeer is replaced with something more alcoholic. Have fun~

The writing, although quite neat and crisp, clearly came from the judgment of someone who didn't know at all how to participate in party games and was functioning with less than perfect judgment. Had he been a little bit less inebriated, he might have waited and tried to mimic and create a variant of someone else's card, but instead, the result was this. Probably a good thing he made sure no one was sitting directly next to him when he chose where to sit down and wrote this card or it'd look like he had ulterior motives. Ha. Scoria. Ulterior motives. Maybe the four shots were starting to affect his judgment. Even if that were the case though, his expression was exactly as stonefaced as it had been before, although slightly sickly and pale from previous events. Not even the slightest flush to indicate inebriation.

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HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Two Hands Comfy Jacket Green Shirt SKILLS - None Active - Words: 751 Tags: @dindeen Scoria Kumori Elkeid Tobin Notes: 10 kinds of people in this world: those who understand binary, and those who don't.

Oxford walked as steadily as he could as he followed the group from their last establishment, trying not to slip from the excess oil that coated the bottom of his boots. The Guardian scratched at his shirt, the oil and fabric rubbing against each other in a slick skin-crawling fashion. Had he not been walking around in public, he probably would've walked around shirtless. He wiped at his hair with a towel he had managed to grab before leaving the last establishment. Whatever place was up next to be blessed by this party group's presence, he hoped that they would have enough patience to put up with their skullduggery. After getting most of the oil out of his hair (which now stuck up in various places due to his violent cleansing scalp scrub), he looked up at the adventurers in front of him. Caer had suddenly decided to check out a random spot in London, Scoria following behind her. Does the Wolf-Hair have some sort of primal instinct to locate liquor or something? Not wanting to lose sight of the group, Ox ran to catch up to the two while simultaneously rubbing his feet on the ground to wipe off whaterver oily gunk remained on his feet. He was already semi-intoxicated, he didn't need a helping hand from the slippery liquid to get a nice good look at the ground. As he turned the corner while following the Samurai and the Druid, he found himself face to face with an antique shop of some kind. The other two members of the unofficial Booze Squad were nowhere to be seen. Is this the new party game? Act like bulls in a china shop? He turned to look at the path that went beyond the antique shop, but he didn't see signs of anybody going any further. He had Caer on his Friends List, so he could always call if he couldn't find her or the others. He stumbled into the establishment, ready to ask the owner if he/she had seen a small Samurai and a cantankerous Druid. Kind of hard to do that when no one was there to run the shop. "Uh...hello?" No replies, only the faint sound of conversation and laughter...wait, what? Oxford began to look around for the source of the sound. Was it that big, mysterious urn? Nope. Maybe that enchanted sword on the wall? Nuh-uh. How about that huge-ass hole in the wall? Highly suspect. Plus, there was a vanishing fringe of ice around the entrance, so that alone told him that the Druid at least had been here doing some wall spelunking. Getting down on his hands and knees, he crawled through the crawlspace. He would've felt a little claustrophobic as he maneuvered his way in the makeshift cavern if it wasn't a fun slide. The oil that had soaked through his shirt allowed him to pick up momentum as he slid down, causing him to somersault over and over until he finally landed on his feet. "Heh, cool. Gonna have to try that again sometime." Adventurer owners and occupants were milling about, sharing good times with the good food and good drink. It's all good. Now then, where are those two--oh, there they are. Caer was harassing and grabbing various adventurers as they passed by. Scoria looked like he was having a ball writing on a card. Oxford sat down at the table, taking a seat besides Caer. He quietly began to think of changing seats when he realized just how grabby she was with the other patrons of the bar. A blank card was slid towards him, along with a pen as he read the cards, realizing what kind of drinking game this was. A game named after the hit song performed by country singer Johnny Cash. If this game involved actual country music, Ox was gonna vomit (maybe even literally, too). His programming self kicked in when he saw the blank card choices, the Guardian claiming the 10 card as his own. After a minute of thinking, he wrote down his rule. 10-card: Overflowing Cup - The person who draws this card picks another person to join them in a drink-pouring competition. Both are blindfolded when performing the pour. Whoever fills their cup the highest without it overflowing forces the other to drink it. Overflowing your own cup is an immediate loss for you, forcing you to down your own drink. It took awhile for Oxford to cram all that text onto the tiny card.

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[Kumori]

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: Word Count : 1258 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Kyuu kept shaking her hand, eventually getting breaking loose from him. Ryuu tried to grab forward in order to catch her before she got too far, but it was too late. She had disappeared into the crowd and Ryuu was at a loss. He was a little bit inebriated, so finding her would be a pain. Somehow, Ryuu had managed to lose sight of his little sister as she had regained control of her body, that or the alcohol was doing that. Ryuu watched his mini map to discern which bar she had gone to. In a crowd on a thirsty Thursday, it was way too difficult to keep track of the young and short girl who easily blended into the crowd. Blocked by the several heads and bodies that she walked through, Ryuu had assumed correctly of the direction she had gone and ascertained that the bar she had walked into was none other than the “Land’s End.” He scratched his head as all it made him think of was the movie called “At World’s End” and couldn’t help but think that this bar was simply a play on the movie about going to several different bars and drinking different drinks at each of them until they arrived at the last bar at the end of the street: World’s End. It was quite a hilarious movie. British humor is best humor, at least that’s what Ryuu’s master thought. It’s witty and entertaining, and sometimes it was just downright ridiculous that all you could do was laugh. (Yay for Top Gear!) Ryuu was forced to duck down pretty low, as the entrance was definitely not made for anyone taller than a halfling. Yes, halflings did not exist in this world, but they definitely did in the world of fantasy. Only the dwarf would be able to make it through here without having to contort his body in weird positions. As he eased his first leg in first, and then his first arm, and then his head, and his body, and then the rest followed through as he began sliding down the sloped area because of Scoria’s glacial freeze. Well, sliding was nice. What really happened was he tumbled. Yes, he tumbled. As I said before, he was slightly inebriated, and so he had no idea how to place his feet on the ice without losing his balance, and therefore, tumble. Who did he tumble into? Apparently he tumbled into Oxford, who was the one who made it in right before he did. Ryuu laughed out loud smiling. “WOOOOO Let’s do that again!” exclaimed loudly. He was really loopy at the moment. His anger from before had completely subsided and had been replaced with happiness. He lifted himself off the ground with the help of the wall. What he saw were shapes that eventually turned into a bunch of tables, a bar, and people. Even though this place was difficult to find and get to, this place was popping. The semi-loud music, the crowd, the drinks, the parteh. This was the life, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to have some fun drinking. He stood up and then went to the table where Kyuu had sat herself down at an unused table that would fit the five of them. Was it five? I think it was five. Oh wait, six. Ryuu remembered, there were six people altogether. He walked over only to see that Kyuu had somehow managed to pick up a few adventurers. Wait.. they were male. A girl was picking up a guy? KYUU WAS PICKING UP A GUY?! Ryuu was about to go “What are you doing?!” but then he saw that the adventurer took out his quill, ink, and parchment and laid it out. He began writing rules to the new game they would be playing today. Ryuu moved up closer to figure out what they were about to play, and it was a game he was all too familiar with. Ring of Fire. First it was the King’s game… now it’s Ring of Fire?! “YEAH! Let’s get this party started. Waiter!” he called out. He removed a pouch of gold from his waist and handed it to the waiter. “We’ll be having the all you can drink, all you can eat special. We’ll be enjoying this party more than the last one… besides, I hear you guys are a hole in the wall. I expect greatness from you,” he said. The waiter thanked him and began to relay orders of their order. It was time to get everyone drunk. “Don’t forget to bring your best scotch. I want some good scotch. The other place only served me piss!” he said. The waiter nodded and returned with the various drinks, but handed Ryuu the bottle of single-malt scotch. He smiled and nodded. He poured himself a small glass and swirled the liquor of the gods. He smelled it, even talked to it. If you don’t know how to drink scotch, I’ll give you a brief lesson. Pour it. Swirl it and then place up to your nose and say: “hello”, then remove it from your nose. Place it back to your nose, and breathe in while saying “how are you doing.” And then continue repeating with the lines “I’m doing fine,” and “that’s great!,” to get used to the alcohol and be able to taste the suppleness of the hints of fruit in each liquor. If you thought the scotch was a little too hot, you can add small amounts of water at a time in order to release the burn. This is the difference between a hot scotch (no ice, no water) and a cooled scotch (ice or water added). Now that Ryuu was satisfied with his drink, Ryuu looked at the rules that Kyuu had placed down. He noticed the blank rules that she put, and invited him to make his own. He looked at the number 9 and thought cats. Cats had 9 lives, so that meant that those who chose the 9 would have to drink 9 shots of any liquor. It was to test if you really had 9 lives. So the rule read like this: “9-card: Anyone who chooses the 9 card must drink 9 shots of any liquors and can be mixed or matched. After doing so, the drinker cannot throw up for 1 minute. After that, he was finally done with making the rule and waited for the rest of the people to show up so they could start playing. For now he decided he’d drink some scotch. Oh how he loved his scotch, and oh how easily he’d get drunk after these few rounds. He’d have to start eating bread again. “So.. where’s the dwarf and Elkeid… has Elkeid’s desires given into the dwarf?” he chuckled. He hoped Elkeid hadn’t walked in yet… well actually he was drunk, so he could have cared less. It was really rather Elkeid took it the wrong way and punched him like the home run bats of Super Smash Bros or didn’t hear, or set him free. With his being ready with what was made, he was ready for the games to start. He got some bread and began downing the loaf that was in front of him. He needed to prepare once more for the festivities. There wasn’t much else for him to do other than get ready to be pounded on by the monk or get so full he’d just pass out from a food coma. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

[Tobin]

(OOC: No megaposts today. XD)

Word Count: 745

“Oi lankeh, are we neareh there yet?” -I be harbouring’ a turtle neck, and it’s gettin’ kidda squishy.-

The dwarf sighed as he waddled along the party as though it had likely been only several day cycles since he had spawned into this fantasy land, he had yet to master locomotion of this shorter, stubbier body of his. Thus he was, to use a somewhat crude terminology, was sweating bricks. Perhaps it mightn’t have been the wisest of ideas to follow a drunken school girl –it was her birthday, right? No one quite answered that one yet- in the search for newer venues. Still, compared to everyone else, he was quite jolly and was having a ball of a time. Quite a feat considering he wasn’t on the guest list!


-I guess being a vertically challenged brick has it’s aesthetic appeals. Makes me wonder how people put up with being short all the time though.- The thought crossed his mind, though he held pace behind the party, his lack of height weighed heavily on his mind as they pushed through the night life was disorientating and frankly quite terrifying. The sign of his apprehension thus far kept localised in a left hand that he had kept firmly stowed in his pocket, the slight tremor served a reminder how he hated London when he was still flesh and bone. Always a confusing city overfilled, though at least without any quadwheeled beasts roamin’ about the traffic could spread across the entire street. Not even the drunk could numb that, though from his appearance, it was hardly surprising if people considered him constantly drunk.

That was when they reached the building and, to his amusement, it very much resembled a olden terrace Victorian building, though since that by-gone area the extensive modifications over the course of time meant it bore little resemblance to a family home, as evidenced by a hole drilled into the wall that was an excuse for an entrance with a rather unassuming name on top. Curious, since most houses of that era typically had basements for servant quarters, almost like a house under a house in its own right.

That being said, I imagine the reader isn’t interested in that twabble, thus the dwarf had bolted down the entrance, small even for him and slide down. Kuriomi didn’t notice him because he bolted past him and straight behind the counter. Needless to say, the HMS Substandard was launched and the dwarf returned to the table, hearing that phrase he chuckled.

“If ya leave mah now, you’ll take away the better part of meh… Well I doubt it, it’s as they say, if ya kept your hand abov’ the table, ya eyesight would have been goodanuff to see me waddling past.

Cue canned laughter. The dwarf plonked himself at the table to the right of the druid, which presumably had either Elk or Korumi to his right and Oxford directly across. The dwarf stared at the table briefly, scratching behind his ear as he glanced at the encircled glass, his mouth dropped as a memory from the real world crept into his mind, an blur of an all-nighter, people laying on floor, reruns of red dwarf on the tv. His lipped curled up into a sharks grin.

“Ahhh… Ring of fire, where we pleage our souls to da demon of drink, losser gets sent way down, to a hangover he or she nay recover, ya be picking a fine game lasseh, now that we had cut the milk drinkers, this is whure the real parteh gets started.”

He took a selection of drinks to work up to throughout the course of this game, 5% apple cider, a smaller bottle of a brown liquid that seemed similar to Baileys Irish Whisky, and lastly a knockout punch of 40% vodka. The latter most was something that existed only in Russia, but eh, needed something with a little more kick to it to raise the stake. The dwarf took a glance of the page and hastily scribbled three words in, then, in much smaller print, a random little condition. After all, it was her birthday, right? And besides, the others had covered the crazy quite well so far. That and he were a little curious as to whether those ears were real.

Card 5 "High Five!": Must Drink Once! And massage a wolf hair's ears.

“Best of luck be ta ya all, hopefulleh we won’t become five in this openin’ round.”

[Elkeid]

Elkeid, who had found herself near the end of this mismatched procession, almost lost track of Kumori and Caerbannog, the latter of whom was much shorter and easy to lose in the crowd. It did not help that it was night, either. 'Good grief.' At least she was sober, both of drink and anger. The night air was cool and refreshing, accompanied by a light breeze. It was a perfect night to party. The establishment she had left a few moments ago was only an appetizer.

Before she could consider enjoying herself fully, however, Elk had to make a brief call to that rambunctious little werecat. Knowing him, he would have wiggled his way out of the hole she buried him up to his neck in in five minutes flat. That was just the kind of person he was - stubborn, resourceful and resilient. He was also incredibly childish and aggravating at times.

She kept her eyes focused on the back of Oxford's tall figure, following behind the man as if he were a beacon of light in a dark land. It was much easier to follow someone your height or taller - they tended to stick out more, as opposed to the shorter people. Sorrel, as expected, answered almost immediately, and did not give her a chance to speak or allow himself a moment to breathe before flying into a tirade of questions - "Where were you? How could you leave me behind like that? How much did you eat? Was the food smashing? Did they have pudding? Did you meet up with any friends? Did you bring me a doggie bag? Are you done for the night? Can I stay up late tonight? Are your legs tired? Because you've been running through my dreams all night~." That pick up line was not from Sorrel, but some bold fool whose question had gotten jumbled in with Sorrel's.

"Go to bed, Sorrel. I'll be home in a few hours...maybe." That brought along a new rash of complaints, most of which were not worth mentioning. The call ended with Sorrel agreeing to eat dinner at the inn and wait for her return in their room. They were simply orders, and she expected him to muck them up faster than a new pair of shoes trekking through mud. If only it was so easy to dispatch of the dopey smiling man beside her.

Elk affixed a scowl and disapproving glare on her face to counteract his cheery and hopeful demeanor. He wiggled his eyebrows back at her in response. 'Uh.' Was she losing her touch, or was this man a masochist? Perhaps she had misunderstood - ok, now he was just being lewd. She was now under the impression that he had mistaken her for a call girl that worked as a dominatrix, and was close to kicking him in the shins and running off. Instead of doing so, Elkeid retained her composure and calmly swept the man's arm to the side when he reached out for her. He blinked in surprise as she hooked one heeled foot around his ankles, and then threw his arms out for stabilization as he was sent tripping into the gutter. Elk's heels clicked across the cobbled ground as she picked up her pace into a fast walk, leaving the man behind to flounder about helplessly. Honestly. What kind of idiot dished out poor pickup lines and tried to grope a woman he met on the street? He was going to find himself staring at the sole of her boot if he tried that nonsense again.

'Thank God,' she thought as the crowd thinned and she spotted Kumori's head in the distance. He and the others were ducking into what literally looked like a hole in the wall. This area was unfamiliar to Elk, so she had no idea what to expect, especially once she was within range of the building. The color drained from Elk's face when she saw how small the "door" was. This was definitely built for dwarves. Would the building be big enough on the inside to accommodate the taller people? "Hmph…" Well, if Ox and Scoria could manage, so could she.

Those years of yoga really paid off. The crouch was probably the hardest part, for which she supplemented by bracing her hands against the ground and swinging her long legs into the hole. There was a rather short slide down, much like an adult riding down a small child's slide. Her heels clicked hard against the floor when she landed. Elkeid took a few moments to smooth down some imaginary wrinkles in her clothing and straighten her hair.

Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she vacated the small hallway and found herself in a rather spacious room, crowded with tables of joyful customers. It seemed that her fears were unfounded - in regards to the size of the building, of course. The quality of the drinks and food served here had yet to be discovered.

She found the others sitting around a table, in preparation for a game that was vaguely familiar to Elkeid: Ring of Fire. A drinking game she had played with friends while attending university. Her high tolerance for alcohol was pretty much a result from playing said game, and her inability to get drunk would only increase her odds of "winning," if you could call it that. The prize? Being stone cold sober and remembering every sordid little detail later. To some, it would be the perfect opportunity to collect dirt for later blackmail, but Elk saw it as more of a nuisance. Being the sober one in a room full of drunks was boring. Caerbannog and Kumori were obviously drunk; the girl had a case of grabby hands, and Mr. Ponytail's choice of words was too brazen for what she had seen of his personality thus far. Implying that Elkeid would engage in a tawdry one night stand? Please.

"I am sorry to disrupt your...fantasies, Kumori, but I am not a woman of loose morals," she coolly stated as she passed the man to claim an empty seat. He wasn't going to turn out to be extremely judgmental while intoxicated, was he? The last thing she needed was to be lectured over her choice of clothing, which she wore out of sheer enjoyment. Any attention it garnered was merely a bonus.

A bare card and a writing utensil were presented to her, causing the woman a bit of concern. "Oh dear, blank cards." Blank cards could be a good source of mischief, mainly in drinking games or Cards Against Humanity. This was not CAH, though, so she did not have to compete with being the worst person at the table. She twirled hers around in the fingers of one hand, contemplating what to write on it. It had to be something tasteful, so risqué things like body shots were out (and not really in her favor, given the male to female ratio at the table).

7th-card; Truth: The person who draws this card must state something personal about themselves and take a shot of tequila.

It seemed simple and appropriate enough for the game.

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Muse:
Too Drunk To F**k

Notes:
Sorry again, Yume

Tags:
@dindeen, Kumori, @0x1dea, Scoria & Tobin

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If you draw a card that is
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List of Drawn Cards:

1) Caerbannog drew 8 of Hearts (Mate w/ Elkeid)
2) Tobin drew 2 of Spades (Scoria drinks)
3) Elkeid drew a King (+Bloody Mary)
4) Kumori drew 3 of Diamonds (Drank Moscow Mule)
5) Scoria drew Jack of Diamonds
(Rule: Rearrange seats when J is drawn)
6) Oxford drew 10 of Spades
(Overflowing Cup vs dwarf)

StatusAddled. OOC NotesDrew 8 of Hearts. Tags@dindeen Kumori @0x1dea Elkeid Tobin Scoria SPOILER: Click to show {Card Rules} Ace Card: Waterfall - The person who picked the card will start drinking and may go on for as long as he or she wanted. Everyone else must keep drinking while the Ace-player still drinks. Heaven forbid if Caerbannog herself picked this card. 2-Card: Choose - The person who picked the card will choose any other person who will drink something that the cardholder chooses 3-Card: Me - The person who picked the card must drink his chosen concoction. 4-Card: Whore - The person who picked this card will command the girls within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Elkeid around. 5-Card: High Five - Must drink once! And massage a wolf hair's ears. 6-Card: Dicks - The person who picked this card will command the boys within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Scoria around. 7-Card: Truth - The person who draws this card must state something personal about themselves and take a shot of tequila. 8-Card: Mate - No, not THAT ‘mate’. The person who picked this card must choose someone to drink with him. They will both drink. 9-Card: Cats - Anyone who chooses the 9 card must drink 9 shots of any liquors and can be mixed or matched. After doing so, the drinker cannot throw up for 1 minute. 10-Card: Overflowing Cup - The person who draws this card picks another person to join them in a drink-pouring competition. Both are blindfolded when performing the pour. Whoever fills their cup the highest without it overflowing forces the other to drink it. Overflowing your own cup is an immediate loss for you, forcing you to down your own drink. Jack-Card: Make a Rule - The person who picked this card can make up any rule that everyone has to follow. Such as: one can only drink with one’s right hand. Everyone (including the cardholder) must follow this rule for the whole entire game and if it is disobeyed, the poor sod must drink. Queen-Card: Milkshakes - The person who draws this card splits a rootbeer ice cream float with either of the two people sitting next to him or her. Two straws for the two of you. Of course, the rootbeer is replaced with something more alcoholic. Have fun~ King-Card: Pour! - The person who picked this card must pour a little of their drink into the glass that is in the middle of the table. Whoever picks up the LAST king must drink the whole glass which could be filled with different drinks. --- The heroes of the epic story soon arrived at Land’s End. The tavern owners were a bit surprised at the boldness of the little girl who remained seated upon the table with the Ring of Fire before her. While Caerbannog was being grabby at passing people, her drinking buddies entered the scene. A very short while after the girl harassed a scribe, Scoria, who was referred to as the Ice Bitch by the fourth wall, arrived gracefully, was thoughtful enough to provide a fun ride for succeeding patrons, and brought milkshakes to the yard. Yeah. Oxford arrived after the Ice Bitch landed, the guardian’s hair stuck out in uneven places as if he was a porcupine who’d just rolled around in styling gel. Caerbannog stared up at that sight and wondered if a spider was to land on his head at that moment, would it die? That could qualify as a social experiment due to the screams and panic that would probably ensue especially if the spider was larger than the guardian himself. Ten points to Slytherin. The half-Alv then wrote down a rule on 10 which reminded the addled Caer of a stack overflow. A potential crash, something that they’re all probably heading to. Kumori was weird. At first he seemed angry at Caerbannog for some reason, and then his expression changed so quickly. Was he drunk? Bad oniichan, getting wasted like that. How was he going to drive the girl home then? Oh he’d never hear the end of it from Mr.Schwarz, that is if the girl’s father was home- which had like a 10% chance of being true. But the assassin was safe for the moment because Elder Tale had no cars. Oh, and no DUIs or fathers too. Kumori just got weirder as the seconds ticked by. He actually spoke to his drink. Okay oniichan, thank you for writing on the 9 but go be creepy on your own corner please. The dwarf bolted past the assassin but remained unnoticed until he placed himself at the table. Caerbannog squinted at him but then she seemed visibly pleased at his choice of drinks. That 40% vodka looked particularly good. To the wolf-hair’s discomfort though, her race was written onto the 5. How did the dwarf know? Did he? Wolf-hairs usually were able to hide their features and appear mostly human... maybe her eyes that had glimmered to a bright golden color when she eyed Tobin’s alcoholic collection was a dead give away. Caerbannog did not want her human ears to be touched though, so with whatever drunk powers she had within her, the girl made her black wolf ears appear. There. Good enough for you, dwarf? Last to arrive and with a graceful entrance too was the very appropriately clad Elkeid. Her outfit attracted stares but the samurai soon grabbed a passing waiter who looked ‘badly’ at the monk, and then she threw the man at some other guy who eyed the belt-clad adventurer. A fight soon ensued what with those guys blaming one another but who cares? The wolf-hair sure didn’t. A few splashes of American beer to their faces, courtesy of the tavern owner themselves, calmed down the fighters at the nearby table to Caerbannog’s group could drink in pieces peace. Ah the 7, someone was bound to write something like that down. The samurai wanted to pick it if only for the shot of tequila. Once everyone was settled down probably in this seating arrangement, Caerbannog remained on her spot right atop the table and did not bother to hop onto a chair. She gathered the instructions for the blank ‘rules’ and read them thoroughly, or as thoroughly as an addled person could. The wolf-hair then nodded and twitched her wolf ears as if everything was in order although she could not really read anything anymore. To start up the round of drunken madness, the girl put a hand on a face-down card, inhaled, exhaled and then drew a card. Eight. Mate. “ I gotta mate with someone! “ Caerbannog said out loud as she held out her card for all to see. It was the 8 of Hearts. Her statement drew weird looks from the other tables but she didn’t care. Caerbannog looked around the table to look for a ‘mate’. Her eyes fell upon the dwarf. Nope. No way she was going to mate with a dwarf. Kumori was already wasted and married to his scotch, so he was out of the list too. That only left Scoria, who’d been bombarded with the highly-inappropriate baby comment earlier, Elkeid who was a sexy beast, and Oxford who was a deadly weapon against spiders. With one hand on her card, Caerbannog’s free hand, the left one, reached over to Tobin and grabbed his precious 40% vodka. Instead of two shot glasses, the samurai drank straight from the bottle and downed half of the thing without taking a moment to breath, afterwards she handed the container over to the sexy beast with belts all over her body. It seemed to be a good decision at the time, or at least that was what Caerbannog’s addled brain told her. “ I mate with Elkeid! “ and the inappropriateness continued, “ Indirect kiss! “ WC: 875 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Not my best post. It seemed I had a bit to drink myself to get into the character. I also make certain assumptions of Caer based on what her alcoholic preferences are, if incorrect, I can change.
-2 of Spades: Chosen: Scoria)
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He inwardly chuckled at the visible momentary shock that crossed the young girls face, her ears popping out. Unlike everyone at the table he was still stone cold sober despite the performance he had on going the entire evening, he had noticed momentary lapses where her eyes appeared gold one second and blue the next. It was often while under the influence that people tended to release their restraint and show their true colours. Or rather their natural form as the case may be. Perhaps it was this lack of ability to get drunk that drove a passion to get everyone else under the table

-Well, I was here just to get something that tasted like food and well, I might as well carry on and leave everyone under the table. Bahahah!-

There was only a blank stare offered as the towering (by dwarfen standards) woman took the entire bottle of vodka and proceeded to down half the contents and pass it to Elk, he paused, cast a glance around the table and sighed, probably tasted like cats piss drank that way. Picked up the board and read it extremely closely with his eye. His face frowned in disappointment as he mumbled aloud to himself. “Ermm… Strange, I could have sworn that a mate was permanent. Pity, nay crazy loops here… and something about truths, I was wondering who was gonna put that one there… I’ll take the next play.” He pondered allowed as he went for a card at the table.

-The 2 of Spades drawn-

The dwarf’s eyes widened as he drummed the table and cast a glance around at the other contestants, pushing side the hope of pulling an early ace. Caer was a drainpipe for all the booze and would probably end up drinking herself unconscious soon enough anyway, wasn’t there an adult responsible for that girl? He unscrewed the bottle off the bailies and poured a mouthful into it into a milk chocolate cup. This was odd for an alcoholic beverage but for the thick rich taste of this liquor, even if a cheap knockoff of the real thing, was quite complimentary, as the whisky was almost as thick as chocolate, with a rich, yet bitter taste that would be softened with the consumption of the chocolate immediately after drinking. Oh and it was 17% potent, not as strong as the vodka, but it didn’t taste like Russian water.

He diverted his gaze from the likely yellow eyed beast as he pushed it towards Scoria, two reasons really, on a near empty stomach it would have a stronger effect and he had taken a liking to the druid. His dark humour tickled him so he wanted to grant him at least one decent tasting beverage, before all bets were off.

“That should be enough to clear your pallet, noble milk drinker-“Feeling an intense presence to his right he shivered, dabbing off the cold sweat and rolled over an empty chocolate mug, a slight gift to satisfy the demon of the booze, dwelling in the vessel of Caerbannog . “Please Cear, just hav’a cup and leave me be, I’ll let ya sample this soonanough.” Yeah, she may had taken the vodka, but he was definitely not letting this bottle leave his grasp.

[Elkeid]

Oh boy. The game was starting, and Caerbannog was the first to go. As the girl pulled the eight of hearts, Elk had to wonder how she would be able to survive the game. There was nothing subtle about Caer's drunken state; she was already the cause of a nearby fight, and seemed to have a problem with grabbing anyone who strayed too close to her. And now she had the "Mate" card. It wasn't that kind of mate, thank the gods. It was just sharing a drink with another person. Elk glanced at the men at the table, curious as to which one Caer would choose. She seemed especially chummy with Kumori, Oxford and Scoria, which left Tobin and Elkeid out. Or so she thought.

Elkeid languidly blinked as Caer chose her as a "mate," and watched as the girl downed half a bottle of vodka. She accepted the bottle when it was handed over, a faint smile gracing her lips at the words "indirect kiss". This wasn't her first time sharing a drink, and would not be her last. 'I would prefer to have my vodka in cocktail form, but…' Drinking it plain was no fun, and chugging it down would knock any lightweight flat off their feet. "Skål." It was one of the few Swedish words she knew, and meant "cheers". She tilted her head back and placed the open end of the bottle to her lips.

The contents of the bottle drained in a slow, controlled manner. Her resistance to alcohol may have been buffed by her crafting class, but that did not mean she could reckless and choke it all down. It would flood straight to her head if she did so. "Mm." She set the empty bottle down on the table, and picked up a lemon wedge from a small tray. Salt would have been a lovely addition, too - if there had been any immediately near her.

While Tobin drew his card and slid a drink over to Scoria, Elk nibbled on her lemon wedge until it was her turn to draw. What did fate have in store for her now? Elkeid raised an eyebrow at the KING card in her hand. Seriously…? She had been picked first as King for the previous game, and now she was the first to draw the King card here? Just what were the fates playing at here? 'If I had known I was going to draw this card, I would have saved some of the vodka.' She hadn't ordered a proper drink yet, either. 'It's time to fix that.'

She flagged down a waitress and ordered several cocktails, which she arranged into a neat row upon receiving. One of these drinks was an especially spicy Bloody Mary, garnished with shrimp, olives, a wedge of lime and a stalk of celery. Elk picked up the glass and leaned over the table to where the glass sat at the middle of the table. She carefully angled her drink so that none of the garnishes would fall out, and poured a little bit of the thick, red liquid into the glass below. The woman settled back into her seat to enjoy her very flavorful drink, wincing a little at the strength of the spices within. Whoever had the misfortune of picking the King card last had better not be in an estranged relationship with spicy beverages.

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Muse:
F*cking Boyfriend

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(⌯͒꒪ั ˑ̫ ꒪ั ⌯͒)

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[Kumori]

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: Word Count : 0691 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

Right as he was about to get up, he felt a woosh right next to him and then looked ahead to see that Tobin had made his way to the table. He surmised that that woosh was Tobin who had rushed past him. Geez… why are you in such a hurry… you want to get drunk that bad? he asked in his mind. He got up slowly from his position to continue moving towards the table. Ring of Fire was the name of the game and the deck had made its way around. First up was Kyuu who had chosen the 8 of hearts. She would have to choose someone to drink with her, according to the rules. She looked around, at everyone, and then eventually chose Elkeid. Ryuu was actually quite surprised by her choice. He wondered why she didn’t choose him, but shrugged it off. What also surprised him was that she took the bottle and drank it straight. Well, it would’ve surprised him if he didn’t know how Kyuu acted when they went drinking. (It was one the reasons why Ryuu had to stick around whenever Kyuu went to drink. She’d usually never know when to stop, and she’d end up falling asleep and Ryuu would have to take her home… but since no one would dare fight against a drunk level 60+ samurai, he had no need to worry for her safety. Soon, Tobin did the same and drew a 2. He would choose someone to drink a drink, and Ryuu was thankful it was not he, he had chosen. Scoria to drink. He wasn’t sure what he had given the druid to drink, but he was interested in what his reaction would be It was then Elkeid’s turn to draw a card, and lo-and-behold, she was king again. Oh my, how the fates did not shine upon the group in general. He looked at her as she placed her desired drink in the middle. Oh my… I can only imagine how much liquor is in that thing… he thought. He was deathly afraid, but he hoped he would get a king next. The deck finally got around to him. He looked at the cards quizzically, trying to decide which of the cards was the right card. Which one would give him the least amount of damage? Which one would allow him to stay in the game a bit longer? He wondered long and hard, taking his time to choose a single card. He grabbed one, slid it towards him, and then put it up to his face without looking at it. He was relying on the heart of the cards to choose him the card that would help him win the game! The ultimate card! EXODIA! Or that is what he was picturing in his mind in his semi-drunk, mostly buzzed state. He opened his eyes and then saw the card. It was a 3 of Diamonds 3 is me, and so he had to pick up a drink and drink it. Oh how the fates did not smile upon him that day, as he was forced to drink another drink. At least he could choose the drink he was going to drink. What should he make today? A Long Island ice tea was a bit too strong, this early in the game, so he decided to go with something somewhat light and refreshing. He decided to with the Moscow mule. It’s called a Moscow mule because of the several things served in it. The Moscow served as the description for vodka, because Russia is known for drinking vodka. The mule part was adding in lime juice, a sprig of basil and ginger beer. The ginger beer is actually just a stronger version of ginger ale and has no alcohol content. They are prepared differently, but are somewhat similar in taste. Somewhat. When added together, they create a refreshing concoction. “Bottom’s up,” he said. He lifted the copper cup and drank it all in one drinking, noting to not spill a drop and to enjoy the refreshment of the ginger beer that was in the cup. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

[Scoria]

It was worth noting at this particular juncture that the RPer at the moment had woken up at 3:40 AM and could not go back to sleep. So she was posting. "But why don't you just count sheep and try to fall asleep again?" neep you, that's why. Don't question an insomniac. At least, that's what he would have said had he not been in good company. Instead, you can just imagine a quirked eyebrow and slight sigh. The point here was that Scoria wasn't going to be speaking any, because the bbc for color code was ridiculous.

Much like the entire interface was bloody obnoxious for mobile users. Whatever. Scoria could really only raise an eyebrow and continue glaring as his RPer compulsively saved the contents of this post every time she went to reference other people's posts. And yes, he knew he kept changing gender pronouns. Looked like the RPer was drunk too. That's like sleep deprivation, right? Yeah. Close enough. SAVE POST COMPULSIVELY HERE. So Kumori was drunk. Really drunk. Alright. "Not her birthday." Scoria mumbles at Tobin. You see that. WORDS. Man, the things I do for you guys! But yeah no using color was so far out of the realm of possible options. Not a chance. Anyway everyone seemed to be in various states of inebriation, although it looked like the token dwarf and that one bitch seemed pretty dry. No, not Scoria. Blurgh. Maybe he should try being nicer to people?

Hahahaha no. Still, he dipped his head and swirled the drink Tobin offered him before downing it. It was... Weird. Scoria didn't have any lost love for alcohol, but he was a courtesan. So being courteous was in the job description? Yeah. At any rate, the drink was weird, but not terrible. Although he had a strong inclination to just... Well, not be drunk. Alcohol was not his favorite thing, not by a long shot, but now that there was some in him, he was justifying drinking more to himself. Spoken like a true idiot on his way to sobbing his tears into a beer. Uh. Okay maybe not that far. SAVE POST COMPULSIVELY AGAIN. Scoria's head was resting on the table for a while as he tried to process what was going on. Elkeid wasn't a woman of loose morals apparently. Hehehehe wow you liar. Uuuuh... Yeah what's up with talking to your drink? Letting out a soft groan, Scoria quietly regretted not putting extra food in him. Ugh. With that thought in mind, he order some sliced white bread to eat raw. What a weirdo looooooser. Yeah.

Oh wait he was getting his timelines mixed up. Tobin had drawn the two. That's why Scoria accepted the drink. Okay. Made more sense now. Anyway Caer and Elk were doing the chuu chuu rocket thing. Except no mice in space. Just drinks and indirect kisses. Also the rocket was alcohol. As if that wasn't clear. Oh wait Caer was a wolf hair. Had Scoria known that already? Maaaaybe? Oh and Elkeid drew the king. Hahahaha okay you cheating bastard. I'll beat you with a cactus. Uh. No Nevermind. Anyway she drank and then Kumroi... Kumo... Spider cloud guy. Kumori. Kumori drew a card. Oh yeah speaking of twists, Scoria dumped some of Tobin's selected drink into the middle. Less for him. Oh now it was his turn to pick?

Scoria's head did the owl. And by that I mean it pretended to be a Spike... Slate...SHAFT. Shaft character. Anyway his head did the owl as it rotated around 180 degrees clockwise. He was still facing the table, he just looked like he was upside down now. Which he was, because his spine followed his head. Because he was not actually an owl. Shame. Anyway he was choosing a card. Goooooooo. Jack of Diamonds. Okay. Why did he have to make up a rule. He hated making up rules. Whatever. He turned the card around dramatically, rotating it between his fingers. He'd make a hella awesome rule. One that would make Kumori hit him upside the head. He was the Ice Bitch, goddammit. But of course this meant more bbc code. Ugh. "Every time a Jack is drawn... Or the last King... Or... 4 out of 47 choose five. When one of those is drawn. We wait until Caer's turn. Then she reorders our sitting pattern randomly. She doesn't move, because she's the posting round leader." No. Scoria, stop being so meta. You can't do that. Goddamn. The Druid sounded relatively sober, all things considered, and passed the magic turn marker over to Oxford. He had always been bad at making up rules, because they were too harsh or lame or something. This one seemed... Benign. Only because he didn't know what else to do. Anyway he needed a drink so he ordered one.

What came back was a Shirley Temple. Except with a bit of alcohol. Just a touch. Mostly just club soda and fruity goodness. No this drink wasn't just for women neep you. Scoria looked damn manly sipping his pink drink out of a tiny straw. Hell yeah. He never stopped glaring at everything, of course. No tags because do I look like I can handle those right now. Much like color tags, it wasn't happening. Although Scoria was now glaring at the amount of swearing in the narration. Maybe ease up on that next time. Or don't. He was just a fictional character anyway. Oxford's turn.

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HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 649 Tags: @dindeen Tobin Elkeid Kumori Scoria Notes: Sorry if this post sucks. Meds make it hard to keep track of things.

First off, a short summary: Caer harassed people and drank. Tobin chose someone else to have a drink. Elkeid got a drink, poured some of it in a cup in the middle, then drank it. Kumori chose his own drink. And Scoria punched through the fourth wall like it was a wet paper bag. And Oxford drew the 10 of spades, meaning that a pouring contest with someone was in order. Awesome. "Let's see, who do I want to compete against..." He drummed his fingers on the table as thought about his choices, taking a good full minute before his somewhat-intoxicated mind decided to settle on the dwarf. He rose from his chair to stumble towards the bar, asking the barkeep for two ale pitchers and directions to the nearest casks of their finest ale. The barkeep pointed to the side of the counter, two barrels with in-set spouts standing proudly as waitresses filled up various cups and containers for the other bar patrons. A foxy Fox Tail lady was sitting near the barrels, sipping quietly from a glass of brandy. She was wearing a seductive outfit, complete with thigh-high stockings Those would make perfect blindfolds. "Excuse me, but would it be alright if I borrowed those for a second?" He pointed to the stockings on the woman's legs. She gave the Guardian a wierd look at first, looking him over before she suddenly wrapped her legs around Ox's torso and pulling him close. The sudden invasion of personal space caused Oxford to stutter for a second, the adventurer pulling off her stockings and then handing them to the blushing Guardian. "Make sure I get them back tonight," she said with a wink as she handed them to the Half-Alv. She removed her legs and smiled, obviously taking pleasure from Oxford's momentary discomfort as her tail swished in a bouncy manner. Doesn't matter, blinfolds acquired. He walked back to the table, setting an empty tankard in front of the dwarf and handed him one of the stockings to use as his blindfold. "You and me, pouring contest. C'mon, let's go." The items delivered, he walked back towards the two barrels, taking the one furthest away from the bar. After waiting for the dwarf to get ready, he affixed the blindfold around his eyes and blindly grasped for his tankard before positioning it underneath the spout? "You ready?" After hearing the dwarf's confirmation, he twisted the knob on the spout to let the ale flow into his cup. He relied on the sound of the beverage filling in the cup to judge how far it was filled, the pitch getting higher the more it flowed. Twisting the knob to close the spout, he pulled off his stocking blindfold and took a gander at his mug: Filled to the brim. Oxford was silently congratulating himself when he received a shove from behind, causing him to spill half of his drink. He turned around to face the offender, which turned out to be a beefy-looking male Fox Tail. "What you doin' hittin' on mah gurl?" Dafuq is wrong with this guy? He looked back at the bar, the woman at the bar giving him a mocking wave. More importantly, his cup overflowed, meaning that he had to drink the remaining contents before moving on. He downed the ale, savoring its refreshing flavor before placing it back on the counter for the barkeep to clean. Then, he grabbed the muscle mountain by the face and shoved him back into an empty table. To finish it all up, he threw the stocking back at the Fox Tail, hitting her squarely in the face. After all was said and done, he took his spot back at the table with the others. He kicked his feet up onto the table and tried to keep his mind clear as the alcohol began to kick in. "Caer's turn."

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List of Drawn Cards:

1) Caerbannog drew 8 of Hearts (Mate w/ Elkeid)
2) Tobin drew 2 of Spades (Scoria drinks)
3) Elkeid drew a King (+Bloody Mary)
4) Kumori drew 3 of Diamonds (Drank Moscow Mule)
5) Scoria drew Jack of Diamonds
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6) Oxford drew 10 of Spades
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7) Caer drew Ace of Diamonds
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StatusSeeing rainbows. OOC NotesDrew Ace of Diamonds. Tags@dindeen Kumori @0x1dea Elkeid Tobin Scoria SPOILER: Click to show {Card Rules} Ace Card: Waterfall - The person who picked the card will start drinking and may go on for as long as he or she wanted. Everyone else must keep drinking while the Ace-player still drinks. Heaven forbid if Caerbannog herself picked this card. 2-Card: Choose - The person who picked the card will choose any other person who will drink something that the cardholder chooses 3-Card: Me - The person who picked the card must drink his chosen concoction. 4-Card: Whore - The person who picked this card will command the girls within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Elkeid around. 5-Card: High Five - Must drink once! And massage a wolf hair's ears. 6-Card: Dicks - The person who picked this card will command the boys within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Scoria around. 7-Card: Truth - The person who draws this card must state something personal about themselves and take a shot of tequila. 8-Card: Mate - No, not THAT ‘mate’. The person who picked this card must choose someone to drink with him. They will both drink. 9-Card: Cats - Anyone who chooses the 9 card must drink 9 shots of any liquors and can be mixed or matched. After doing so, the drinker cannot throw up for 1 minute. 10-Card: Overflowing Cup - The person who draws this card picks another person to join them in a drink-pouring competition. Both are blindfolded when performing the pour. Whoever fills their cup the highest without it overflowing forces the other to drink it. Overflowing your own cup is an immediate loss for you, forcing you to down your own drink. Jack-Card: Make a Rule - The person who picked this card can make up any rule that everyone has to follow. Such as: one can only drink with one’s right hand. Everyone (including the cardholder) must follow this rule for the whole entire game and if it is disobeyed, the poor sod must drink. Queen-Card: Milkshakes - The person who draws this card splits a rootbeer ice cream float with either of the two people sitting next to him or her. Two straws for the two of you. Of course, the rootbeer is replaced with something more alcoholic. Have fun~ King-Card: Pour! - The person who picked this card must pour a little of their drink into the glass that is in the middle of the table. Whoever picks up the LAST king must drink the whole glass which could be filled with different drinks. --- Okay, so maybe downing half a bottle of vodka wasn’t the best idea in the world. Then again, it wasn’t an idea or a thought, more like the wolf-hair’s instinct to get wasted as quickly as possible. She was getting there alright, and fast. A lot of things happened around the table while the vodka slowly made its way up Caerbannog’s brain. There was the dwarf who was a dwarf. Also, he drew a card and picked a victim, Scoria-tan. Next up was Elkeid-sama who was King. Again. But no matter, she and the samurai indirectly kissed so HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Caer kissed a girl and she liked it. Oniichan was up. New game, still boring. It wasn’t entirely his fault though; he just drew a ‘bad’ card. Scoria-tan threw up. Wait, no, he didn’t. He DREW up a Jack and made up some rule; obviously he was on the way to getting wasted as well. Keep up the good work, dwarf. Lastly, there was Oxford-kun who was the first victim of his own 10-card. Overflow drew first blood. Now aaaaaaaaall of that was well and good until the little girl started seeing pretty colors on the wall. And what did that mean? She was drunk. And no she was not just ‘oh I feel a little tipsy’ drunk; the samurai was ‘HOLY SHIT PONIES ON CRACK!!!’ drunk. Since King’s Game, Caerbannog slowly accumulated alcohol in her bloodstream as if an impending lack of liquor was just around the corner, a second Catastrophe perhaps. But unlike camels which can store water safely on the hump on their backs, the samurai was no camel and alcohol was no water. That vodka straight up was the last straw and her brain finally flipped out. What did that mean then? Ringringring banana phone. “ Song… song in my head, “ the girl’s eyes widened and then she covered her wolf ears. It was her time to draw a card though and since the girl was no killjoy, she went on and drew one from the pile. You should have seen my face when the Ace of Diamonds appeared. The RPers behind the dwarf and the pretty-haired assassin had reactions ranging from ‘oh shit’ to ‘hahahaLOL’. Eventually they settled down though. As for Caerbannog, she walked over to the bar and whispered to the tavern owner whose eyes widened for a moment, and then he laughed heartily and nodded at the girl. She then went back onto the table and sat on the same position; around the same time, a waiter placed a mug of beer in front of each Fire participant. It wasn’t just any beer- it was American beer; the watered down kind which smelled something like bad barley and tasted like medicated water. Caerbannog hated American beer, mostly because she was German but also because it was really bad; and that was exactly why she was using it for Ace. “ Drink, “ she simply said. The samurai then pulled out her nagamaki and drew it. A momentary flash and some cool animation coupled with dirt being thrown about accompanied the arrival of a massive guard which then stood behind the girl who had drawn her weapon. Caerbannog then stabbed her sword onto the table, a little to her right and her dominant hand held onto its hilt. With her other hand, she then took up the mug of beer in front of her and drank it right up. Afterwards, it was quickly refilled with the same kind of beer, and she drank it up again. And again. And again. She could barely taste or smell or feel anything, so that was the perfect condition to be to torture everyone else around her. Why? Because it was a drinking game. Because it was war! “ Drink. First to throw up drinks King’s glass, “ the girl said, “ Person beside him gets beheaded. “ She totally just made up that condition on the go. And no, she was not serious. Summoning a guard was cool though. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh. WC: 670|| Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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Tobin didn’t have much to respond to initially, he eyed up the red liquid that’s put into the Kings glass and was more or less content to observe, though the rule seemed curious, all it did was shuffle people around dependant on the small girls desire and lacked a drinking clause. Then again, it would allow everyone to shuffle around and make it extra awkward for those slow animators behind set. Do you have any idea how much time is spent painstakingly drawing on this beard? I imagine that’s why there were not many amine based on the sexiness that was dwarfs.

Finally it came to the great Guardians turn; havin’ not seen the card he raised a curious eyebrow at the obtained leggings, fresh from the foxy ladies legs (pun intended). The eyebrow raised higher with a twitch as the blindfold was offered towards him, evidently the target of this drinking challenge. The dwarf shifted uncomfortably, the image of looking like a utter nancy sent ice cold terror down his sober, nervous soul. Yet the challenge boiled at the flame in his soul and he managed to rumble a laugh at the challenge.

"You and me, pouring contest. C'mon, let's go."

“A man of decent stature would’ be refusin’ to put this ladies garment on.” There was a pause as he tied the garment on like a bandanta “Fortunateh, I lack that in both senses of the word, bahahah! Game on, Oxford, LETS GET EDUCATED!”

He paused as he gripped the pitcher firmly in his left hand and slid the blindfold down and nodded, on Oxfords signal he twisted the knob, releasing the golden fluid from the barrel as he grinned, maintaining a firm grip on the pitcher. His principle is that he would feel the liquid fill up the pitcher, which, unlike sound, would provide a vibration that would follow the base of the liquid up, which would allow him to get fairly close to the rim before he would had to stop. Or at least that was the principle, however, as seconds ticked by, the dwarf felt his mind drift away from task as the stockings wrapping around his head were still very warm. The dwarf fidgeted as he stretched at the stockings, since he had become a short, broad midget, the scent of female had become scarce. From an outside perspective his head frowned and his mouth opened, perhaps it would pass as a sign of immense concentration?

Then his hand became wet as the liquid overflowed in an eruption as it spilled over his hand, having been preoccupied with less saintly thoughts.

“Gawd damn it.”

The soft curse rumbled as he switched the tap off and yanked his blindfold up, glaring at his drink as he cursed his own ineptitude, the table shuddered as he turned his eyes over to Oxford and his grin boldened as he had saw his brother in arms spill. At least he wouldn’t drink alone.

“Bahahah! I see ya overflowed too buddeh, I guess we both be comrades in arms on this one! Chins up!”

The bellow was followed with the pitcher being placed to his lips as he tipped his head back, allowing the rich, brown waterfall to cascade into his mouth right down into his stomach, only on the last quarter did he pause in a hacking cough into the mug, the breath breath guage depleted as he swallowed the remaining fluid before he slammed the mug down with a resounding crash, letting a coughing laugh rip as he pulled the silly bandana from his head to under the table, the item disappearing into his inventory forever, the dwarf wiping his mouth as his system struggled to keep up with the pitcher shot. –Who knows what a spare stocking might be useful for. Hur hur hur-. This was immediately followed with an air high five sent across the table, of course he wouldn’t reach Oxford, Tobin is dwarf.

Then it was Caers turn to draw and for a moment, in her otherwise intoxicated eyes he saw a predatory instrinctint, as if she was enacting a far reaching plan that relied on obtaining that very card! Or that the prospect of more drink was all that could reach her. The dwarf poured a glass full of the finest (for a lander) pitcher of whisky, ready to receive the challenge, when the bartender she had ushered forwards put down a glass before them with companying tankard of ‘American Beer’. The dwarf silently glared at the bottles.

-Amercan, beer? Really?-

The persona behind the glass really didn’t like beer that much, whisky, vodka and ciders were generally more wholesome in flavour. But the cheap knock off ale was really gonna leave a bad taste in his mouth since the only time it had been drank was when everything else was gone, precisely because it tasked like alcohol that had been through someone else stomach. The dwarf’s mouth dropped as he gave the girl the most potent glare he could muster, with the intensity of the suns glare as his lip trembled like the stormy sea, or a wookie in heat. There followed a sigh sighed and grasped the tankard, keeping his head low to the table as closed his eyes as he reasoned the girl would down the entire container. Then, as he put the tankard to his lips and tipped his head back, his brawny face furrowed with immense concentration as the sensation of golden shower pouring left his taste buds screaming in agony, as if he had ingested battery acid. Slamming the tankard down with the best thud a level 1 could muster, he observed the girl finish her drink, only to break the rule of waterfall and immediately pick poured another glass.

-Is she freking making fun of me?! I’ll knock her out!- The dwarf didn’t care that his life was being threatened at this point or that his detox was struggling to keep up with this piss, this was a matter of honour he wanted to settle, he was not to be outdone by his junior! “ANOTHER!” He filled the tankard and again downed a second and a third tankard, after that he let out a loud belch as his eyes struggled to remain focused, from both the rapid dose’s and the rank taste.

“Gurl… Ya might have misread what the waterfall meant, your lips broke contact with the glass, we can all stop drinkin’-“ Such protests would likely be met with a fourth glass “Is there a responsible adult here to take control of this situation!?”

Almost as if to answer his own question, he chose to avoid responsibility and pulled a 5 of clubs. His heart sank as his blood turned to ice, a cold chill of dread froze all thought as the rule he implemented came back to bite him in his plump rear. It seems fate itself had selected him to stop the alcohol consumption of the endless void!

-God damn you past Tobin! You knew this would happen! Your telling me to fondle with death’s ears? It were good times-

The dwarf rose with a staggered swagger as he stumbled to stand just behind the girl, getting behind her as she preoccupied her senses with her fourth drink of battery acid, his chest heaved in as he took a deep breath and stood just behind her on his tip toes, his hand reached around to gently grasp her head and his thumbs nestled at the base of her extra set of ears, massaging them with the slow, circular rubs as many pets would find being ruffled there pleasant. His grasp was positioned so that so that she couldn’t directly look at him. If she could actually see him at all, a lantern was rather conveniently placed to awash her vision with a golden glow. Either way, this brave act would likely distract the beast from the drink, enabling the others to take their turn.

“Oi wee lasseh, dis is da fuiry -hic- of drinkin’ and shit ‘ere, it’s too eareh to be puttin’ these shrubs under, ya hear? Just put ya head on the table, sleep a little when it’s ya next turn, yah can be drinkin’ moar, wha’ cha say ta that?”

Could a level 1 animal trainer actually tame a wolf hair’s ears? Will this daring plan to silence the beast of Caer actually work? Is this classified as molestation? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EXCITING EPISODE OF THE LAND’S END TAVERN!

No guys, seriously, you can stop with that poor quality backtrack now. Meanwhile the guard would be confused, but would remain at the table to watch over this ritual game. The dwarf meanwhile was practically intoxicated, which probably meant he likely wouldn’t respond immediately to any dangers presented from his fellow -dwarf-.
 

[Elkeid]

The game was progressing around the table as everyone was granted their turn. Kumori drew a card that forced only himself to drink, Scoria grabbed one that granted him the ability to make an additional rule, and Ox had to challenge someone to a blindfolded pouring contest. Elk found this latter card semi interesting, enough so that she looked up from her Bloody Mary and its assorted garnishing to watch. She could have offered him her long scarf, but Oxford chose to borrow the stockings from a rather promiscuous fox-tail. Elkeid squinted at the fox, briefly imagining those smooth, unblemished legs riddled with scratches and blood. She didn't know which was worse - sleazy women in bars or cocky guys that didn't know the meaning of "no."

She shifted her eyes back to Oxford, who had returned to the table and singled out Tobin the dwarf for this challenge. Things went swimmingly until Oxford was done pouring his drink, and was not even given time to enjoy it before some muscle bound idiot shoved him from behind. A taken woman flirting with other men when she already had a mate, and a jealous one at that? This was definitely worse. Oh hey - it looked she did this on purpose. While Oxford was dealing with his newfound dilemma, Elkeid set down her drink and pretended to remove a cap from her middle finger, which she then casually traced around her lips like a tube of lipstick. She did not break eye contact with the female fox-tail as she continued the gesture. The fox-tail made a face, and probably would have retaliated, had Oxford not thrown her stocking back in her face. Elkeid smirked as she "capped" her finger and lowered her hand.

That annoyance put to rest, it was time for Little Miss Tipsy to draw. Elkeid had some serious doubts on whether or not she would be able to continue. The girl had clasped her hands to her little...wolf ears, and was muttering something about a song in her head. If this were a world where death was an issue, Elk would intervene and refuse the girl to drink any further, lest she run the risk of succumbing to alcohol poisoning - or to the point of knocking herself unconscious. Few of the people seated at this table would be able to look after the girl when that happened. But no - this was a video game, where "infinite lives" were possible. If Caer did die from ingesting too much, she would simply revive at the Cathedral. 'I just hope she does not pick something too bad-'

An Ace of Diamonds appeared in Caerbannog's little hands, causing Elk to tense up in her seat. Of all cards, she just had to draw this one. It would be a miracle if the girl could remain standing afterwards. This would have been fine with Elk's tolerance, had Caer not decided to torment them all with American beer. Her stomach gave a low rumble of rejection as it recalled the glasses of wine from the King's Game earlier. Beer itself was not something she normally drank (outside of Oktoberfest, of course), and she had never tasted American brand beer. According to those who had and hadn't, American beer was the equivalent to dunking your head in the loo. Elkeid regarded the mug of beer set down before her with distaste.

'Time for more piss water,' Elk thought as she lifted her mug. If she could stomach several glasses of poor wine, she could stomach one or two mugs of bad American beer - "Ugh. What is this? Watery root beer?" This did not taste like beer. It tasted more like flat and watered down soda. Elkeid had to pinch her nostrils shut to chug larger quantities of it down. Perhaps she was just spoiled by decent German brews, but ugh. Uuugh.

And then Caerbannog did something even more unreasonable; she unsheathed her sword and threatened to behead someone if the person sitting beside them threw up. If she didn't black out first, the guard she had unintentionally summoned would - 'Oh thank God.' Tobin found a lovely loophole to exploit, and drew a card to end Caer's turn. Unfortunately for the dwarf, he had to massage the ears of the only wolf hair in the party, and that was the one brandishing her sword about.

With that moment of horror finished, Elk passed her unfinished beer over to the guard. Maybe he liked bad beer? She sure as hell wasn't going to finish it. It was time for her to draw a card. Oh, hooray. The Two of Spades was her draw, and this time it was she who would choose a victim. "Eenie meenie miney…" She jabbed a finger at Oxford. "Mo." The woman picked up her Bloody Mary, and plucked out a sprig of celery before sliding it over to the Guardian. "I hope you like spicy drinks." Having only taken a few sips from the drink, she was truly sad to see it go. Something Caerbannog said when they shared a bottle the bottle of vodka amused her, though. Indirect kiss.

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Muse:
errrbody in the club gettin tipsy

Notes:
Be careful what you wish for?

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[Kumori]

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: Word Count : 0500 OOC Notes: Quick Slot: Windsor Antiqua Throwing Knives

So Scoria drew a card, broke the fourth wall, and made a rule that made absolutely no sense in Ryuu’s mind and his RPers mind. He wasn’t sure what he meant by 4 out of 47 choose 5… were they choosing 5 card hands? And was that permutation or combination? Probably combination. So he assumed drawing an Ace or a Jack would result in the rearrangement of their seats. Great… Also… Scoria must’ve been really drunk on sleep deprivation when he made that post. Some of it was like “what?” Next was Oxford who… got blindfolds from stockings, made a bet with the dwarf, both failed at it, then got pushed by some muscular dude, and then Oxford proceeded to show him that muscle didn’t matter… levels did. Since Oxford’s level pretty much dwarfed the other dude, the other dude ended up cowering in the corner, and the flirtatious girl was thrown back her stocking with not even another confrontation from Oxford. Well that was unfortunate for her. He would’ve landed a pretty awesome dude, if she hadn’t lain that trap for him. Ah well… her loss. And then it was Kyuu’s turn Piss water? She was giving them PISS WATER?! Of all things that she could do, she would do this. See, there’s a difference between American Craft Beers and the piss water that’s mass produced by the barrel. Ryuu thought he was rid of Budweiser and Miller… Ryuu looked at Kyuu and stared her down. His eyes said “ihatechu”. He dreaded it, but it had to be done. He’d be going to the restroom and breaking the seal soon, once again. It was a lot of liquid, so Ryuu hoped for the best and that someone would lose before him. He put the mug to his lips and as soon as Kyuu started drinking, he did as well. But as soon as she downed the first mug, Kyuu stopped and removed her lips from the mug, as did Tobin and everyone else. What Tobin said was right. He didn’t have to drink anymore piss water! YAY! Now Tobin’s turn, he drew a five, and that meant he had to massage the ears of Kyuu. While Ryuu did not like people getting touchy with his sister, he had to abide by the rules. As long as he kept his hands at her ears, Ryuu wouldn’t throw him across the room, though the RPer really wanted to throw Tobin somewhere, because dwarf. And again, Oxford was forced to drink, this time with Elkeid. Oh how he pitied him. Now what was the next card to be drawn? The Seven of Hearts. He had to tell people something personal about himself. “Hmmm… umm…” I have a sis con, is what would’ve been said, but apparently everyone knew that soooooo… “I… play the violin… or at least I did in the real world,” he said. He then took his shot of tequila and shook his head as it went down his throat. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt:

[Scoria]

It seemed like drunk Scoria and sleep-deprived not-Scoria had not done a great job of explaining the new rule, so he would reiterate it mentally. Whenever a jack was drawn, of which there were three left to be pulled, or when the last king was drawn, of which there was naturally only one, seats would be swapped. Now it was worth mentioning that not only was the RPer sleep deprived yet again, she also had trouble with his cellphone's ability to display everyone's super fancy templates. So memory of a half-asleep twit who couldn't keep her gender pronouns in play were key here.

Scoria glared at Kumori for good measure at this point, not for any real reason, but because that sis con was probably judging Scoria and Scoria's fruity drink. Anyway it looked like... Scoria's RPer was really on the ball there. Post had been saved before the browser crashed during fact checks. Heck yes. But anyway Scoria put his head down on the table and glanced over at Oxford apparently wooing the ladies. Someone had to tell that dude to turn his swag off at some point. You didn't see as Scoria walking around picking up random Landers... Yet. Anyway two blindfolds and two drinks later, Caerbannog had her turn. Which, of course, was complete with the pull of an ace. Of course. Scoria rolled his eyes and wondered if he could somehow get away with drinking more of his fruity beverage instead. The glaring man could not and instead tipped the beer back, scrunching up his nose. It was... Okay. He didn't like it, and could easily tell it was no Jagerbomb, but his preference was still for a Shirley Temple. Moar.

Tobin was kind enough to stop Caer's drinking rampage, and Scoria accepted the loopholes as they arrived. What was the absolute worst that could happen at this point anyway? Suddenly, Scoria was craving more pie. So he ordered a lemon pie. It seemed karmic fate had its revenge on Tobin though, since the adventurer now had to massage Caer's ears. Stop a girl from drinking and get mangled, huh? Not bad. After Tobin came Elebit... Pikmin? No, other way. Elekid. Elkeid. Right. That star constellation buttmunch. She went and took her turn. Drinks with Oxford, huh? Wink. Had Scoria's facial expression been able to actually do anything except varieties of glaring, he'd have winked. Instead, he slowly drew his hand forward and threw Elkeid a thumbs up. Hahahahaha. Take that coincidences.

It was worth taking the time to note at this juncture that Scoria had magically drawn a card pre-emptively back when it was Caer's turn. He remembered it being kind of terrible and looking forward to writing the reaction, but at 4:30, remembering that was nigh on impossible. So he drew a new one. Eight of Hearts. Already been pulled. Joker. Not supposed to be in the deck. Had he messed with the default settings accidentally (he actually had when trying to navigate back). To Scoria himself, who only actually drew precisely one card on his turn, it looked like the card was changing shape in front of him. After checking the settings and doing the random, Scoria squinted at his card. Jack of Diamonds. ...Wait, he had JUST drawn that last round. Scoria looked for the card he had drawn before in an attempt to make this astronimical improbability make sense. At this point, it was more reasonable for Scoria to have screwed up than have won this "get wrecked" lottery. He had, in fact, picked up his last discard. Good work, you drunkard. The adventurer grumbled and reached for a new card. The alcohol was starting to mess with him.

Ace of Spades. Scoria thumped his head down on the table dramatically. Goddamnit. He didn't want to waterfall. Oh wait yes he did. It was around this time that his lemon lie showed up, so Scoria quietly mumbled a new order for drinks. This was just his luck. And by that, he meant that at least it wasn't a jack and another new rule. Scoria's rules were extremely dumb and tended to suck the fun out of everything. Anyway, Scoria ate some pie as he waited. Yum. Pieeeee. And then came a literal barrel of what appeared to be a Shirley Temple. Who thought it was a good idea to let the first time drinker order freely?

"Drink whatever you please. Doesn't have to be this." See wasn't he so nice? Scoria took a breath and dunked his head in, proceeding to drink the entire barrel. He was manly. He could drink an entire fruity beverage. A barrel's worth. Yeah. Anyone who had paid attention an hour before knew Scoria could do this without stopping and his stomach had recently been purged anyway, so it shouldn't have come as any surprise to anyone that he just sat there and slowly drank the entire barrel. Slowly. He wasn't in a rush, but he was at least kind enough to stop after about five minutes. Drinking for too long and making everyone conk out was wrong.

Speaking of wrong, the floor was not supposed to be above him. At some point after setting the barrel down, Scoria slipped straight off his chair and stared at the ceiling. It was a pretty weird floor design, in his opinion, but he wasn't an architect. The adventurer's glare refused to fade as he heaved himself back in the chair and started fiddling with straws until he had one super long straw for his barrel of alcohol.

He wasn't drunk at all. Excuse you. Anyway Oxford's turn again.

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American Piss and Indirect Kiss

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 749 Tags: @dindeen Tobin Elkeid Kumori Scoria Notes: --

After some OOC janitors were deployed to sweep up the remnants of the fourth wall, Ox returned the party dwarf's attempted high-five, glad that he was such a good sport to get dragged into a pouring contest. Now to resume glaring at this nasty mug of piss water. Plus, a guard was there to peform a Marie Antoinette on anyone should they prematurely void their stomachs of its contents. Just the smell of the rancid hog water was enough to make him gag. So much, in fact, that he "accidentally" spilled the entire mug's contents onto the floor. "Ah, my bad. I guess I'm starting to get a little tipsy." He called for a waiter to bring him another mug of the good stuff. A frothing mug of ale was placed in front of him, which he downed with gusto, another wave of alcoholic influence washing over his already addled brain. He slammed the mug on the table once he was done, licking his lips to capture any dregs that managed to escape him. Oh look, a red drink came over to introduce itself. [insert reflexive catch here] He looked over to see Elkeid munching on sprig of celery. What's up, doc? He gave the Monk a nod as he picked up the glass. "I like 'em how I like my women...FIERY." And with that, he knocked back the rest of the Bloody Mary, wearing a confused look on his face as he tried to discern what it tasted like. For now, Ox was gonna go with tomato and buffalo sauce mixed with vodka. He placed the now empty glass next to his vacant mug. "Heh, indirect kiss" he muttered as he rememberd Caer's antics from before, knowing that Elk had drank from the same glass moments earlier. The room began to vibrate and distort as Scoria drew his card. Oh? Kumori could play the violin? Good thing this wasn't a bet, otherwise he would've lost the gold he placed on him revealing his siscon status. Aaaaand Scoria drew another Ace. Luckily, the Druid was in a drunk good mood and gave everyone the ability to choose their own beverage. But first, a bladder needed to be voided before the Guardian downed anything else. "Excuse me, I've gotta go make a wish in the porcelain fountain." Ox stumbled out of his chair, pointing back at the table when he noticed the guard Caer had summoned had begun to follow him. Probably to make sure the Guardian wasn't going to the bathroom to puke. "Hey, no. Get back over there. You'll just make it harder for me to go, and I don't want you to get jealous." He turned back towards the restroom, but the guard still followed. "Fine. Didn't know you swung that way." Oh good, a stall was empty. He let out a sigh of relief as the waterfall emptied itself into the bowl, shaking twice to make sure everyone was all aboard the flush express. Once the current swirled down into the abyss of pipeworks, he opened the stall door, knocking the door into the guard. At this, the guard pulled out its sword and marched towards the Guardian. "HEY, WHOA. That was an accident! It's not my fault you decided to stand right behind the door!" Once he saw that the guard calmed down and sheathed its weapon, Ox washed his hands, looking up in the mirror every now and then to make sure it didn't commit any sneak attacks. "So, you got a name?" No reply. "Really, no name whatsoever?" He dried his hands off on one of the towels before exiting. A scene from The Last Samurai suddenly popped into his head as he turned to face the guard. "I'll call you Bob." Oxford took his seat back at the table, Bob taking its position behind the Wolf Hair that summoned it before he ordered a drink for himself. "Got any soda?" Hopefully the combination of sugar and caffiene would break him out of his steadily-growing drunken stupor, but then again, the combination of alcohols and liquors from before and the soda he just ordered may as well have been a giant Jaegermeister. Too late. The soda was guzzled and next card was drawn. Six of Hearts. Round of ale for the gaiz because why the hell not. Ox lifted his mug high before downing his third mug of the stuff. "Cheers." And now we go to our next reporter. Back to you, Caer.

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List of Drawn Cards:

1) Caerbannog drew 8 of Hearts (Mate w/ Elkeid)
2) Tobin drew 2 of Spades (Scoria drinks)
3) Elkeid drew a King (+Bloody Mary)
4) Kumori drew 3 of Diamonds (Drank Moscow Mule)
5) Scoria drew Jack of Diamonds
(Rule: Rearrange seats when J is drawn)
6) Oxford drew 10 of Spades
(Overflowing Cup vs dwarf)
7) Caer drew Ace of Diamonds
(Bottomless American Beer)
8) Tobin drew 5 of Clubs (and lived)
9) Elkeid drew 2 of Spades (Elk x Ox)
10) Kumori drew 7 of Hearts
(OOC siscon reveal)
11) Scoria drew Ace of Spades
(barrel of fruitiness)
12) Oxford drew 6 of Hearts
(ale for the gaiz!)
13) Caer drew Jack of Clubs
(Rule: Give Caer drinks at every turn)

StatusWants more! OOC NotesDrew Jack of Clubs. Tags@dindeen Kumori @0x1dea Elkeid Tobin Scoria SPOILER: Click to show {Card Rules} Ace Card: Waterfall - The person who picked the card will start drinking and may go on for as long as he or she wanted. Everyone else must keep drinking while the Ace-player still drinks. Heaven forbid if Caerbannog herself picked this card. 2-Card: Choose - The person who picked the card will choose any other person who will drink something that the cardholder chooses 3-Card: Me - The person who picked the card must drink his chosen concoction. 4-Card: Whore - The person who picked this card will command the girls within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Elkeid around. 5-Card: High Five - Must drink once! And massage a wolf hair's ears. 6-Card: Dicks - The person who picked this card will command the boys within their group to drink. Good luck ordering Scoria around. 7-Card: Truth - The person who draws this card must state something personal about themselves and take a shot of tequila. 8-Card: Mate - No, not THAT ‘mate’. The person who picked this card must choose someone to drink with him. They will both drink. 9-Card: Cats - Anyone who chooses the 9 card must drink 9 shots of any liquors and can be mixed or matched. After doing so, the drinker cannot throw up for 1 minute. 10-Card: Overflowing Cup - The person who draws this card picks another person to join them in a drink-pouring competition. Both are blindfolded when performing the pour. Whoever fills their cup the highest without it overflowing forces the other to drink it. Overflowing your own cup is an immediate loss for you, forcing you to down your own drink. Jack-Card: Make a Rule - The person who picked this card can make up any rule that everyone has to follow. Such as: one can only drink with one’s right hand. Everyone (including the cardholder) must follow this rule for the whole entire game and if it is disobeyed, the poor sod must drink. Queen-Card: Milkshakes - The person who draws this card splits a rootbeer ice cream float with either of the two people sitting next to him or her. Two straws for the two of you. Of course, the rootbeer is replaced with something more alcoholic. Have fun~ King-Card: Pour! - The person who picked this card must pour a little of their drink into the glass that is in the middle of the table. Whoever picks up the LAST king must drink the whole glass which could be filled with different drinks. --- After her third mug of the crappy stuff, Cearbanog set the empty umg down on the table and she stared at Obtyn for the longest time. It was a really long stare which the wolf-air continued to do until he drew his card. The girl said nary a word and let the dfawr touch her ears. She refrained from ripping out his jugular but unlike what Tobben expected, the girl was anything but sleepy or calm. “Do you think maaaybe I should stop drinking?” she said without a single misspronunced word, “Maybe I’ve had a little too much, no?” Chernobyl then giggled at Elkeid’s draw which resulted to an indirect kiss. Heeeeeeeeeeeeh kissy. And then it was Ryuu-oniichan’s turn and he pulled the Seven of Hearts; so they all had to reveal stuff about themselves? No they didn’t, but that was what the wolf-hair thought. After Kumori decided to hide the fact that he had a sis con and just threw out one of his talents at the drinking game, the wolf-hair went ahead and spat out her part. “Thirty-three! Twenty-three! Thirty-four!” exclaimed Chernobog, “Also, B!” Her three sizes, ‘coz why not? She wanted some tequila but the waiter didn’t give her any; only Kumori got some tequila. Why only him?! At that point, the wolf-hair glared at the assassin as if he’d just done something so horrible. She continued to glare until it was Scoria’s turn and boy, was she ecstatic! ANOTHER REASON TO DRINK HWAAAAH!!! On his turn, the druid was kind enough to order a whole barrel of whatever he wanted so that meant that Cherrybnog could drink a whole damn lot of stuff too. The samurai started with a glass of gin with some lime juice, but that was soon finished and Scoria was still not done. Therefore, the blue-eyed girl went through a few more glasses of gin with different citrus fruits in them. And then it was Oxford’s turn but that was unfair! How come only the guys got to drink?! What kind of rule was THAAAAAT? SO SEXIST! Caerbolg looked over the rules list but could not read a thing. The letters and numbers were all jumbled up like whoa, so maybe that was a sign that she should stop drinking. NOT! Caerbannog (yay correct spelling!) swiped Kumori’s ale before he got to it and she downed that stuff like a goldfish in the desert who’d just stumbled into a puddle. How refreshing! Okay, time to draw a card. And the winner is... ...Jack of Clubs! Oh, the little bugger... now the samurai had to make up a rule AND rearrange everyone’s seat! Why would you, oh how could you, Fates! The wolf-hair is way too drunk for that! Caerbannog put her right palm on her forehead and rubbed it gently, and then she sighed as she tried to think straight. Boy was she thinking as straight as a French knot. A rule huh? A rule... that... would... let her drink more! “HEHHHHHH OKAY!” Caerbannog suddenly straightened up and wiggled her wolf ears a few times, “New rule: Give me something to drink at every turn!” She then proceeded to point at two people at a time and had them switch seats. First, she pointed at Elkeid and Scoria, and then at Tobin and Oxford, and then she pointed at Kumori and Oxford, and lastly at Tobin and Scoria. Best seating arrangement! WC: 565 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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“I’ll just drink what he’s drinking,” he said to the waiter. The waiter nodded and got him his barrel of Shirley Temple. He asked what it was and he smacked his head. There was no alcohol in this thing, or at least it didn't taste like it. It tasted like it was pure soda and fruit flavoring. He sighed, but he lifted the barrel to his face, and drink as slowly as possible, trying to not fill his stomach with useless liquid like this. After the five minutes were up, and his stomach was filled, Ryuu sighed as he excused himself to go to the bathroom. The soda had effectively diluted all of the alcohol that was already in his stomach. “I-I’ll beeeee back,” he said as he went to the restroom and asked the barkeep where it was. After being pointed towards the right direction, he wobbled slightly, but eventually made it to the restroom without incident. As he made it back, he made it back just in time to see Oxford grab his card. It was a 6, and that meant more drinking for him. He sighed as he lifted the mug. He drank it as fast as possible, hoping it would help him withstand the oncoming alcohol that was about to come to him in the next 45 rounds left. He took a swig, and then another, and then another until finally all of it sat nicely at the bottom of his stomach. He finished the mug and turned it upside down and placed it on the table. “I guess it’s my turn, eh?” he said. Ryuu took the deck and grabbed a card. It was the Two of Diamonds. It seemed that this time he’ll be giving someone a drink. He looked around the table, and then looked at Kyuu. “Caerbannog… you get to drink some amazing whiskey… BARTENDER! Give me a full Old Fashioned glass of your finest whiskey! Hold the rocks!” The Old Fashioned glass contained about 10 oz of liquid, so filling it to the top, room temperature whiskey would go down burning, especially one who wasn’t used to the taste of it. He wondered if Kyuu was drunk enough to pretty much ignore the pain. As soon as the bartender came out with it, Ryuu looked at Kyuu. “I suggest not chugging that thing.. small sips,” he warned her. Code by DinDeen. Original Art by Tistelmark. :DeviantArt: