Ruby
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Jr.Weyrwoman Caden Bronzehandler Piden Bluerider M'kai Bluerider T'ri Greenrider Tenlie Greenhandler Serissa
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Post by Ruby on Dec 29, 2010 23:00:02 GMT -5
The main hall was quieting down, candles snuffed, food mostly cleaned up. The Harpers had finished their set over an hour ago; those lingering came from all walks of life, but pretty much without exception they all had a drink in their hand (alcoholic or otherwise). Selenitas as a whole certainly needed it, after the events of the last few months. The pall that hung over Millieth's recent hatching, along with the injured Weyrlings and Candidates, had caused Weyr leadership to push the Hatching Feast back a month or two in hopes that people would be in better spirits; it seemed to have worked. Selenitas and Wasteland riders had mingled perhaps more freely than they would have immediately following the culling, and while it wasn't as rowdy as it could have been, everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves. Everyone except a grumbly Wherhandler, seated across from Serissa near the middle of the room.
"Honesssstly," Piden griped, taking another sip of whatever mysterious punch the drudges had concocted this time, "By thiz time there're ujlly at leas' one person under a table, and at least 'few engaged in liazonzz they'll regret in th' morning. This is booorrriiinnnggg!"
Serissa raised an eyebrow, nursing her own concotion. "Really? I'd expect you to be the one under the table at this point, Handler. You don't exactly seem like the type to hold your liquor well." It was true, Piden was weaving a little even as he sat, his eyes unfocused after only a few cups of the mystery beverage. Serissa herself had downed at least as many glasses as he had, and while her cheeks were warm and the lights in the room seemed brighter and more fuzzy than normal, all in all she was doing ok. Then again, she hadn't stood up in a few hours - she wouldn't be surprised if she stumbled a little when she did. No matter, though; drunk people loved making challenges out of proportion to their ability. "I bet I could drink you under the table any day."
"I'm with her," a big man - did his knots say candidate? - chimed in, turning in his seat so he could get a good look at Piden. "Although I'm pretty sure I'd beat out either of you lightweights by quite a bit."
Things spiralled from there, people chiming in left and right with their bets on who would win, or who they would beat were a true challenge issued. The noise seemed to explode, at least half the remaining people trying to get a word in - until Piden, very unsteadily, stood on his chair, raising his glass above his head. "Soundzzlike we need to find out who's Selenitas' Master Drinker. Gather 'round; an'one up for a little... competition?"
((Let seltoberfest begin! The prize is secret, but I promise it's fun.
The drinking contest is open to any and all Selenitas characters, Desert Weyrlings excepted (alcohol is no good for baby dragons). You may enter as many characters as you want, provided they still live as Sel. Candidates and those who are not allowed to drink do so at their own risk, but... You know. Most people probably won't remember tonight anyway.
In your first post, please have your characters let Piden know they want to participate. Feel free to godmode him or Serissa filling your character's cup with punch or their drink of choice if they don't have a full glass already (disclaimer: Piden may spill). At the end of your post, please pick a number between 1 and 50 for each character participating.
Feel free to ask any questions you have, and have fun!))
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Avu
Weyrleader Ce'thian Rider A'emi Handler Sena Harper Matteo Weyrbrat Riaren
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Post by Avu on Dec 30, 2010 0:10:24 GMT -5
I confess confusion.
“Hey,” Ka’aen said out loud, tipping his glass of punch towards the empty air, also known as the chair occupied by his feet, “At least you’re admitting it, that’s step one.” He didn’t usually bother coming down for Hatching Feasts for any length of time. Not that they were boring, but they just took far too much energy and he didn’t even expect that at Selenitas they’d be welcome after the massacre at the Hatching (and honestly, what had that been about—there was a such thing as subtlety. Tch). As it was…approved of this punch. A lot. It was definitely alcoholic, as the pleasant golden laziness humming through his body proved. It was also probably the reason he was talking out loud to Rhiiseth instead of bothering with thought-speech.
To each his own poison, Rhiiseth quoted slowly, apparently turning the words over in his mind. Foolishness; loosens thy tongue and stains stars in thy eyes, pulls like quicksand and tastes like memories and ghosts. Tell me, KaMine…where, exactly, does the attraction thrive in such… The pause was definitely one of disgust. Incivility. The words were followed by a mental hiss, disapproving.
“Just gotta let it go sometimes, Rhii,” Ka’aen said easily, shrugging off the blue’s irritation. “Itches if you don’t.” He paused after that, lifting the cup back to his mouth. “Not sure that made sense,” he admitted against the rim of the cup. “You rub off on me when I’m heading towards drunk, Rhii. Who would’ve guessed.” He didn’t wait for a response, and from the wave of annoyance that Rhiiseth sent him, he was not going to get one, either. As it was, his attention was stolen by the sudden loud spurt of noise from a nearby table, Ka’aen’s gaze flicking towards the (bright movement—there was going to be hell to pay tomorrow morning) group. Mostly Selenitas, but…
But.
They were having a drinking competition. Ka’aen blinked, tapping his fingers against the near-full cup of punch. Well. Rhiiseth didn’t approve. The hangover tomorrow was going to be miserable. It was already late. He ought to just…standing was surprisingly less dizzying than he’d anticipated. The bluerider gave a quiet hmm. Perhaps he wasn’t all that drunk, then. And—hey. He’d come all the way done to the Feast from his weyr. If he was going to want to die and vomit simultaneously tomorrow, he might as well just go all the way. Right. Logical thinking processes slightly out of whack.
Noted.
“I’m in,” he announced to Piden, gaze flashing briefly to Serissa, a smirk of acknowledgment darting across his face as he set down the punch in favor of getting a new cup refilled with something stronger. Ka’aen didn’t ask what it was—it was probably better not knowing. The way it sloshed alarmingly over the sides of his cup was suspicious enough. Discreetly shaking the droplets from his hand, he settled back in a chair he’d appropriated for himself, deliberately ignoring the low hiss from Rhiiseth in the back of his mind. It wasn’t often you had a perfectly good excuse to get wasted.
((Number 7 please~))
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Dec 30, 2010 1:44:59 GMT -5
His head was gonna hurt in the morning...or so Dsoleth had been telling him for the past hour. T'san didn't really believe him since he rarely ever had occasion to drink himself really silly. He liked to think himself a good drinker. Surely he was better than that guy a little further along the table. At the very least he wasn't slurring his words yet. The drinks he'd been fortified with were enough to provide him with a pleasant little buzz. Just enough of a buzz to open up the floor for flirting.
The woman he was rather shamelessly flirting with was more than a little drunk though. T'san figured another couple of glasses and she'd simply pass out. Which, considering his attachment to a certain absent goldrider, was better for everyone involved. He smiled charmingly at her and said something relatively witty to make her laugh before his attention was thoroughly stolen by the drunk he'd noted earlier. While usually lazy, the brownrider could still enjoy the odd competition or two. A drinking competition was right up his alley.
He left his companion quite suddenly, safe in the knowledge that she probably wouldn't remember him anyways, and wandered over to Piden and Serissa. "Sounds fun," he directed to the wherhandler - Hey! Isn't that the guy I had a flirting competition way back? - before directing his attention to Serissa. "If the lady wouldn't mind pouring me a drink?" He asked with a wink. He gave her a small smile as she filled his drink and waited for the others to get ready. Time to show what he was made of!
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R'ril was in a bit of a pinch. He hadn't manage to find anyone during the feast that was willing to discard their happy mood for a good old fashion fight. Really, he was feeling quite bothered by the lack of any pain. He had two naughty greens that could usually keep him going normally until he came across someone who could entertain him but both of them had either gone to sleep or washed their claws of him earlier in the night.
When the challenge for the drinking contest went up the greenrider was probably more curious than he usually would have been. Well...why the hell not? If he got drunk enough maybe he'd forget the ache of...having no ache. There was also the possibility that some drunk sap who couldn't handle all the alcohol would try and pick a fight. Or would be more open to a fight. Either way worked. And so the greenrider wandered over towards Ka'aen and the...judge? Whatever he was.
"Didn't peg you as this type, Ka'aen," R'ril purred as he waved his glass at Piden. "Count me in, red." As the drink sloshed dangerously out of his glass and onto his hand, R'ril licked it up rather suggestively. "What is this? It's strong stuff," he mumbled under his breath. Strong for him, at any rate. It might well end up being a quicker night than he anticipated...
((T'san says 43, R'ril says 16))
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 30, 2010 2:52:41 GMT -5
Was he perhaps a little tipsy already? Pooosssibly. X'rx smiled winningly at a decidedly uninterested brownrider. Or was it bronzerider? They were all more or less the same. He was playing a different game from his usual tonight. How close could he walk that invisible line without quite crossing it. Leaning against his none-too-enthusiastic test subject - so kind of him to help when X'rx had stumbled into him - the greenrider straightened his shirt. "Have a girlfriend? You should. Cute."
M'ta eyed the man who had to be about his own age and pressed his shoulder into X'rx's side so he wouldn't get any closer to him than he already was. When his eyes flicked to Kalierre, looking for a rescue, the woman merely smiled. "The whole night. That was the deal. You drive him crazy, he drives me crazy, and we're all unhappy. Loosen up."
"Easy for you to say." Now the stranger was brushing at the hair in M'ta's face. The short man rolled his eyes. "Weyrmated, got that? Why don't you go bother one of those..." He waved dismissively at one of the northern invaders. Ka'aen, he thought it was. The brownrider pushed X'rx away rather forcefully.
The greenrider disengaged with a rather fantastic pout. After which he walked - altogether more steady on his feet than when he'd 'stumbled' into M'ta - over to the bluerider the other man had indicated. Oh, what was this? Two for one? The second was rather cute, too. How fortuitous! Draping an arm around both Ka'aen and R'ril, X'rx beamed at Piden. "It's the wherhandlers' resident player! Piiiiden, are you having a party without me? Count me in." He turned his head to smile at R'ril. "Hi gorgeous."
Unfortunately for M'ta, Kalierre's 'intervention' for the sake of a semi-sane R'wign had him being herded toward the drinking contest brewing amongst the last of the feast-goers. The dragonhealer beamed and took the first of the cups, pushing it into M'ta's hands. "You really think you can have a drinking contest without me? I'll have all of you swimming. Just watch." She winked at Serissa and extended her hand for a glass of her own.
The brownrider with her frowned down at his cup. "I really don't think-"
Kalierre rolled her eyes. "Worst that'll happen is you get a headache. Drink." He hesitated, then upended the cup under her gaze. The dragonhealer was strangely intimidating...
(Kalierre: 29, M'ta: 6, X'rx: 34)
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Dec 30, 2010 21:47:36 GMT -5
Oh this was a bad idea and he just knew it. Staring wasn't polite, it wasn't in the least bit, but he couldn't help but balefully glance at the group from across the room over and over again, all the while clasping his hands together nervously. I shouldn't do this, this is bad. Why? You'll win, you weigh about twice as much as everyone involved. This is cake. ...you just called me fat. No, no. Just go, you know Dsoleth's is over there. You know people. Mi'rah was a hard sell. It wasn't so much about drinking as much as who he'd be drinking with. He wasn't all that sure any of them would want him around.
He felt himself compelled forward regardless. Dragon influence was stronger than he ever expected sometimes and plodded right up to Serissa with his empty cup - ok he did have to drink a little bit to convince himself it was ok - and sputtered out a hello of sorts, "Uhm... if you'd fill my cup? I'll join... please?" He just knew he was going to regret it. Everytime he had ever gotten drunk something bad would happen to him, ranging from waking up to black birds pecking at his head all the way to losing all control of the volume of his voice, a curse when trying to talk to someone in public of course.
Yet here he was assuming that he was going to get drunk. It was certainly possible with the mystery liquor in his cup, but in the past he had never found himself to be exactly easy to inebriate. If anything he would be lucky to just pass out before a drunken version of an already clumsy man could cause any damage. Yeah, he'd definitely lose a few brain cells here and there no matter what, but it wouldn't be too big of a loss now would it? With his cup filled he took a seat and quietly told himself that nobody would remember anything in the morning and he shouldn't be so worried about any kind of social gaffes or their over arching implications on the future of his everyday life.
((Number 17))
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Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Dec 31, 2010 2:18:57 GMT -5
Flicking off a crumb that had fallen onto his chest, J'ash continued to nibble on a drudge-made cookie, an innocently childish smile on his face. Nothing like sweets on a winter's day to make you feel cozy and warm.
The Hatching Feast had been something he'd heavily debating attending, but he was glad he came. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He had witnessed the horrible culling of Millieth's Clutch, and figured he should be at the party to help keep things under control if it got out of hand. Being here to supervise on his own terms meant not drinking, though - so he hadn't, as hard as that was to accomplish. Free alcohol, and he had to abstain for the greater good! (J'ash, abstaining? Isn't that a mindbreak of its own!)
Blinking at the sudden commotion around him, he lowered his feet from their resting position on the table and sat up alert, listening to the commotion burst into a contest around him. "Screw it," he declared as he stuffed the remaining half of the cookie in his mouth. The blond chewed like a beast, swallowed, got a cup, and slammed it down in front of Piden. "Hit me."
Abstain his ass. It was time to win this thing. Sure he might be a lightweight, but at least he'd get slizzered - for FREE!
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Syrene was grumpy enough as it was having been forced to the Hatching Feast by Wridelth. She didn't need to be here to witness a bunch of idiots determine who could get the drunkest. With a dark scowl on her face she whipped around, about to simply leave. Screw socializing. She didn't need to. So what if she was human? Wridelth was wrong in that department, claiming she needed social interaction.
But a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. "Syrene!" Just as fast as she had turned to get out of there, she turned back. "Why don't you come join us?"
A large exhale escaped from between thin lips. Dammit, T'san... Why now? she cursed mentally, then stormed over to him. Squeezing past people who already seemed drunk (they were participating just for free booze now, weren't they? Damn drunkards.), she managed to secure a spot next to the Brownrider. "I hate you so much right now," she muttered with a glancing glare, possibly quiet enough for said man to not hear. Grabbing a cup, she followed T'san's lead and put it down in front of some blonde girl. "Fill mine too." she said tonelessly, a sliiiight red tinge accenting her cheeks.
I never thought I would witness the day Syrene drank of her own free will,[/color] mused Wridelth, resulting in Syrene's embarrassed flush growing a little in magnitude. Shut up.
((J'ash chimed a 42, Syrene growled a 4))
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 31, 2010 16:19:07 GMT -5
Yoalla drifted around the room like a slightly morose shadow, not trailed by any pets for a change, Denial and The Devil were asleep side by side on a table, totally stuffed with stolen and begged food, Lao drowsed on the back of a chair, and Imp, who she’d kind of adopted until Dar returned (whoever Dar might actually be, presumably one of the escapees) was undoubtedly off mooncalfing over Harmony, the poor lovestruck beast.
The greenhandler had a drink in one hand and a slightly nibbled pastry in the other but no real enthusiasm for either, she was seriously considering slipping off with as much booze and food as she could readily carry when Piden managed to gain her attention. Drifting over to the crowd of people the wherhandler gave it a look over, some people were already half under the table by the looks of things she thought with a sardonically raised eyebrow. Piden most definitely included. Ah well, she could soon catch up with them, maybe then she’d look as cheerful as some of this lot. ‘I’m in, shouldn’t take much drinking to get you under the table Piden.’ Yoalla smirked but didn’t make the innuendo that was on her mind.
J’on sat at his table with an array of glasses in front of him, some half empty and some totally empty. He didn’t think he’d drunk all of them but somehow he’d managed to amass a good collection over the course of the night. He watched the room with the slightly unfocused gaze of one who is drunk and knows it, but is trying very hard to keep everyone else from knowing. It had to be said that he wasn’t being too successful.
Crowds of people attracted J’on under normal circumstances, you never knew what might be in the middle of them, however when he was on the outside of so many drinks it was hard to find the energy and coordination to stand up and walk over there. The only thing that really inspired the greenrider to move was the addition of several rather attractive men to the crowd (if you couldn’t get away with ‘accidently’ touching people when you were drunk when could you?).
Ah a drinking contest, to be judged by a redhead who was already the worse for wear, shame he’d left all his glasses, full and empty, behind… with a total disregard for basic hygiene J’on claimed a nearby empty glass and held it out to the red haired man for filling. ‘You can’t have a proper drinking contest without me.’ He announced cheerfully, slopping his drink over the table.
((Yoalla claims dread number 47, J’on magic number 9))
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Ruby
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Jr.Weyrwoman Caden Bronzehandler Piden Bluerider M'kai Bluerider T'ri Greenrider Tenlie Greenhandler Serissa
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Post by Ruby on Jan 2, 2011 1:49:03 GMT -5
This round's number is 27!
The Current Drunk Spectrum, based on how close you were to the round's number, in order from most drunk to least:
Pretty Buzzed Kalierre X'rx
Feelin' It Mi'rah R'ril J'ash T'san J'on
Not Even a Little Yoalla, Ka'aen M'ta Syrene
No one is out this round (congrats!)
Everyone that participates in a given round has a chance to get a 'random action'. I just randomize a list of all the participants, then a super-secret list of actions. Sometimes I might pick two or more people to give actions to, but for now, we'll start with one. You must complete your Random Action in your next post, or bow out of the competition!
Random Action for this round: X'rx spills a drink on someone.
After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 25 for each character. Users may double each other's numbers up, but characters must each claim a different number. Ex. Avu and Lotty can each use the number 15, but Ember may not give 15 to both T'san and R'ril.
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Well, that was effective, Serissa couldn't help but think. Offering the inebriated Wherhandler a hand down from his perch, she then turned her attention to filling cups. Returning the smiles she got with a far too flirtatious one of her own (Kalierre, especially, got the high beams, but Ka'aen, T'san, Mi'rah and Syrene certainly weren't left wanting), she took a quick head count - then shook her head slightly, clearly amused. Apparently she had been appropriated as assistant judge, and neither she nor Piden would get an answer to their question today. Still, this should be amusing.
While Serissa stayed mostly quiet beyond a few general affirmatives, Piden had passed into that special kind of drunk where everything was awesome, and deserved his full attention, even at the expense of spilled drink. "Wunderful," he claimed (only a little louder than normal), filling cups left and right. T'san got a clap on the shoulder accompanied by a friendly "Hey man, long time, no see!" despite the fact that he couldn't remember the brownrider's name. R'ril, next, got a wink for his trouble, and Piden was absolutely shameless about the appraising look he shot the Greenrider's way. Oh, he remembered this one, and look who wasn't here? Marsayis and Kostya, that's who. "'S punch, an' I'm Piden. Red's my salza - sala - pet thing." Classy as ever.
His attention was quickly stolen, however, by X'rx. "X'rxxx, you know thas' not true, there is no party without youuu..." He blew a kiss at the Greenrider and turned toward J'ash, trying his hardest not to look too impressed when the Rider stuffed a whole cookie in his mouth. Interesting. No chance for a comment, though, before Yoalla sidled up, cup in hand. He couldn't resist... "Yoaaallaaa, you know it doesn' take drinking to get me under th' table, all YOU have to do is ask," with a wink. Luckily there weren't any Wherhandlers around - one of them certainly would have decked him for that one, no matter how true it was. Protecting her honor and all that nonsense.
With a final pour for J'on, Piden elbowed Serissa, hissing not quite under his breath, "C'mon now, you're th' mascot, get us started!" Without worrying too much about what Piden was trying to say, Serissa allowed herself to be chivvied, laughing, up onto the chair. "Ladies and gentlemen of Selenitas," she purred, doing her best to look the part of a flag-girl at underground Wherry races, "Please raise your glasses. Drain half, if you please. On your mark, get set... bottoms up!"
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Jan 2, 2011 17:16:29 GMT -5
Oh, a R’ril. Ka’aen managed a pleasant enough smile at the greenrider, although his mind automatically connected the man to Z’ves and Z’ves was associated with a whole host of other connections that made being too close to R’ril just on this side of comfortable. Still, no need to be impolite, “I like to leave a bit to the imagination,” the tone belying the flirtation inherent in the words, dry. They were of a weyrling class—Rhiiseth even remembered Hisalyth as being his sister and took a perverse delight in trying to flatter her whenever their paths crossed—but Ka’aen had never particularly been friends with R’ril, other than superficially, and wow, he hadn’t thought that thinking such a long word was possible when he was a little intoxicated. This required fixing, clea—
He blinked curiously at X’rx, not quite sure if he ought to be concerned or not that he had no idea who he was. Had to be a guy, didn’t he? Well, maybe he and R’ril could distract each other or something. Ka’aen was vaguely content to just be used as an armrest-thing, so long as he could see else who was joining the little competition. “Eyeliner-girl,” was his only greeting, glass lifting in a not-quite-smooth toast to Syrene, although whether or not she’d even see it was debatable, so low was his voice and small the gesture. At risk of sounding like R’ril, he hadn’t pegged her as this ‘type’ either. (He’d actually pegged her as the type to attach herself with a fierce stubbornness to the wall and glare at the unfortunates who got too close if she even came down the Feast all, but hey—surprises were good, he supposed.)
Serissa climbing into one of the chairs seemed to mark the start of the actual drinking, and Ka’aen made a genuine attempt to glance over his shoulder to see if anyone else was on their way over or anything (made considerably more difficult by the X’rx attached to him) before lifting his own cup. Managed not to cough at the sharp burn of it going down, if barely—blurs and tunnels, life like fireworks; is that what you’re after? I guess so.—doing his best to judge the amount left in the cup when he swallowed, setting the cup, a little less than half-full now, back on the edge of the table.
“What is this?” he mumbled, inadvertently echoing R’ril’s previous question. “It’s great.” If, by great, he meant strong, he supposed. At least the words still came out cleanly and he wasn’t feeling like he was about to get a lot closer to the floor. Had to count for something in a drinking competition.
((Number 21.))
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Jan 2, 2011 18:32:20 GMT -5
Heh. T'san chuckled at both Serissa's smile and Piden's words. He had never met the woman before but she seemed fun, at the very least. The Wherhandler got a chipper, "Lookin' good, buddy. We gonna dazzle someone tonight?" He was, of course, referring to having another flirting war. The brownrider wouldn't be surprised if Piden didn't get the reference though. He already seemed pretty drunk as it was. As for targets...well, he preferred women but there were a fair number of good looking guys present too.
T'san was amused by how many were attracted by the drinking contest. Once they all got smashed he was sure some crazy things would start going down which only made him all the more eager to get it started. The weyr was so very boring half the time. A drinking contest would do them good...probably. He spotted both Mi'rah and J'ash - the latter making him slightly worried; did they really need a drunk J'ash? - but the person who caught his eye the most was someone who seemed like they didn't want to join. No fun, that.
So he called out to Syrene to have her join them. When she came over he gave her a bright smile. "Yay! You actually came!" And his tone wasn't fake, he realyl was glad to have her around. Her quiet words were heard and met with a laugh. "Come now, you know you love me~! Hey, have you ever even been drinking before? You're so tiny...you probably won't last too long!" It was a bit of a jab at her (he did so like pushing at buttons) but for the most part his tongue was just looser because of the alcohol he'd already had.
"Oh! Sweet, time to get this thing started, huh?" T'san said as they got the ok to start the game. As per instructions, he drank out of his glass and beamed at Syrene. It really was a shame Meira, Elysia, S'rei, and E'rro weren't around but at least he had a couple friends left in the weyr.
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R'ril kept on his usual smile as Ka'aen spoke. How interesting! He felt a slight sting from the other rider's dryness and was considering that tack when he was distracted by the wherhandler. He couldn't forget about that one, either. He'd had the fun of meeting him when Wasteland had so brilliantly taken over. "It's dangerous punch, Red." And yes, he would continue to use the nickname if only to see if it would annoy Piden. One track mind, much?
As he suddenly felt another person throw their arm around him he tilted his head to see them better. Did he know this one? He didn't think so. His leech knew Piden though. R'ril watched the interaction with little interest until X'rx turned to him. Oh. Gorgeous? Umm, umm...what to do? He wasn't used to compliments unless they were accompanied with threats or violence. How about..."My, aren't you an ugly one," he sneered a little half-heartedly. Should he have attacked the guy instead?
Oh? But it was time to drink and so the greenrider did. He downed part of his drink quickly and waited for it to set in...both for him and for others.
((T'san: 2, R'ril: 14))
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 2, 2011 19:39:56 GMT -5
Perhaps she was being just a little flirtatious with someone who could technically be described as an underling. In fact, it was probably morally uncouth. Flirting wasn't the same as taking it all the way, though, and even if she did...it wouldn't be the first time. So why worry herself over it? Kalierre nodded to Serissa's bright smile and toasted her silently with her glass, knocking it back in one swallow. (Probably not the best thing to do on an empty stomach, but hey, she wasn't too worried. Kalierre was an expert at getting drunk.)
A hesitant voice caught Kalierre's attention and she let out a bark of laughter. "Wingleader! I wouldn't have pegged you for a man who liked to have fun with the rest of us poor mortals. When did geniuses start drinking with the common folk?" The dragonhealer sauntered over toward the bronzerider. (Technically he only kinda sorta outranked her and anyway she more or less ignored that whole pesky rank issue with much more imposing men than everyone's favorite stutterer.) If she was a little unsteady on her feet some would probably attribute it to her need to walk with a cane. If they were delusional and/or hadn't seen her move around with a cane before.
Gesturing at Serissa for a refill, she plunked down right on Mi'rah's knee and curled up into his chest, prodding beneath his chin with the head of her cane. "I'd really like a pony this turn, Mr. Jolly," she told the man in her best rendition of a sweet little girl's voice. Kalierre batted her lashes at him. "I've been ever so good, you know. Maybe just a little naughty. Here and there. You may have to punish me." The woman licked the side of his neck and drained her cup again with a giggle.
The man hunkered down in a corner, nursing the cup they'd refilled for him. He stared at it rather broodingly. There were reasons he didn't drink. Not the least of which being it was rather tempting to start throwing sharp, deadly objects at people he didn't much like anyway when they insisted on making nuisances of themselves. Adding alcohol to the mix of those particular temptations wasn't usually the best of ideas.
And of course there was that voice. You know, the one that blossoms from the depths, offering whisperings that mean you end the day with a crust in your belly instead of floating face up in the gutter. It was good for the streets. It was good for survival. Here it was more like a cancer, and it seemed to come out when he was poisoning himself with brews like the one staring him in the eye right now.
His eyes flicked toward the rowdy group not far off. Oh, what the hell. He knocked it back. Burnt a little going down, but it was a good burning. A burn away your cares sort of burning. If they couldn't handle him a touch drunk, it was their own problem. Anyway, he wasn't even feeling the teensiest buzz at present. It should be relatively safe.
"Better noooot," X'rx chimed back at Piden with a friendly grin. He drank half of what had been poured into his cup before R'ril's words penetrated the gathering haze in his mind. "Well!" Turning his head to regard Ka'aen blearily, he jostled the man with his shoulder. "Did you hear that?" A pout formed on the greenrider's lips. "Shouldn't you be defending my honor? Ugly!"
Not waiting for a response, he flounced off with a dramatic 'hmph!' and nearly plowed right over Syrene. The drink certainly ended up partially on her shirt. "Raccoon girl!" He'd forgotten her name for the moment, and raccoon girl seemed as appropriate as any. "Hey, pretty lady, you've got a bunch of black stuff all over your face." So how, in the greenrider's ingenious mind, could this problem best be fixed?
The remaining contents of the glass ended up all over Syrene's face. Even as he vigorously scrubbed at her face with a sleeve, he extended his cup back to Piden. "Seem to have shipilled mine. That's uh good ol boy. " His attention returned to Syrene - who probably hadn't killed him yet because the shock had rendered her motionless (there was hardly any other explanation for the fact that X'rx wasn't yet leaking blood). "Pretty faces should not be hidden," he slurred pleasantly.
(Kals: 21, M'ta: 8, X'rx: 17)
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Shiny
creeper!Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Jan 2, 2011 21:40:49 GMT -5
J'ash grinned at the handsome Wherhandler as said man filled his cup with the concoction that would make him feel wonderful. Raising his shot glass to Piden in thanks, he shuffled back to let other people gush forward to receive their drinks, and looked around at all the other participants.
Who did he recognize? Well, there was one of his best friends, T'san, who seemed to be busy with some frightening raccoon-from-the-dead (really, T'san? he thought, but moved on. To each their own, right?); there was X'rx, who seemed to be rather buzzed to begin with, but he was talking with some others he didn't know anyway, so he was out of the question; there was that woman he didn't really know - the dragonhealer that had saved Craivaruth's wings, what was her name again? Calorie?; finally, he recognized another, although he wasn't quite sure if he should be excited or not. The Greenrider that had been his mate and best friend stood a little ways away with his own filled shot glass. J'ash was too nervous to go talk to him; completely sober, that is. So he was out of the question, too. Oh well... going solo for a bit wouldn't hurt.
His attention was diverted to the blond girl as she raised her glass and commanded them all to drink. All too willingly and with a big grin on his face, J'ash raised his glass and downed approximately half of it with everyone else. A contented laugh escaped him at the burning sensation. It wasn't a bad feeling. Especially when life had been so boring and dull and sad. It was welcome, really; he smiled as the hot trail of fire that made its way down his throat and into his stomach. It was safe to say he really needed to let loose with a bunch of friendly people, and this was certainly a good way to do it.
Warmth was beginning to seep through his body, although it seemed to be concentrating on his face right now; and it was starting to become visible, in the form of what looked almost like a blush. With his shot glass in one hand, he raised his free one to his face to feel it. "Ohh, I'm so hott," J'ash chimed, grinning. "Didja see that? Didja see what I did there?" He giggled, nudging whoever was beside him. The lack of a response made him pout, and he looked around for the one person he saw who hadn't been preoccupied with someone else. Maybe J'on would find his joke funny. Where waaaas he? With just the slightest hint of an odd sway to his gait, he started to move through the crowd of contestants, looking for the Greenrider. No, he wasn't that drunk yet, but he was decently on his way to being there.
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Syrene's flush of embarrassment turned a shade darker at T'san's brightness. "What, you didn't think I would?" she mumbled. If anyone other than T'san had assumed that, she would have said they were right, but this was T'san. Of course she would come if he asked her to. The blush gracing her normally colourless cheeks grew yet again more luminescent. "I do," she murmured quieter still, then forced her lips closed. What the hell had happened just there? Why had she said anything at all? That was completely not something Syrene would do, especially sober. Thankfully, it had been uttered quietly enough that the Brownrider probably hadn't heard her. Clearing her throat, she tried to act as if nothing strange had happened. "I have never drank before," she said, inspecting the contents of her shot glass as if it was an experiment. Sharply, she looked at up at the tall male, a hint of a challenge in her glaring eyes. "So what if I'm tiny? I'll still probably kick your ass."
Just before following T'san's lead, the girl spoke. "If this goes badly, I'm holding you responsible. I'll wear your skin like a dress." Syrene hesitantly downed almost exactly half of her glass (she would be as perfect as possible, even in drinking), her face contorting into one of slightly pained disgust midway. Gasping for air as she took the glass away from her lips, she glared at T'san. "Eugh, who would drink this stuff? It's disgusting, and it burns."
Moments passed, and still she didn't feel any different. Looking around, most of the other people were at least feeling somewhat buzzed already. "...I think my drink is broken." she declared. Although she wouldn't admit it, T'san had been right; she should have been quite drunk by now, being such a lightweight. But the girl had no time to ponder on it further as another person she knew sauntered up to her.
Her mouth opened to emit angry noises as X'rx spilled his drink down her front. The Greenrider interrupted her, however, by calling her a ridiculous name. "It's Syrene, you bloody idiot," she growled, picking at her wet shirt, where it clung to her skin. Black stuff..? What was he talking about?
Syrene yelped as X'rx splashed the rest of his drink in her face. Her eyes burned as a bit of it got in her eyes, and she flailed against the Greenrider as he scrubbed at her face with his sleeve. Finally getting a good angle on the Greenrider, she shoved him away rather enthusiastically and wiped at her eyes with her own sleeve, attempting to get the burning alcohol out of them. "You jerk, what did you do that for!" she yelled loudly, blinking irritated pink, now kohl-less eyes at the thin man. Her hand went to the blade on her belt. "It looks like I'll be wearing your skin for a dress instead, Greenrider," she growled.
((J'ash chose 1, Syrene chose 25))
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Lotty
Shiny Hoarder
Rider Mi?rah Rider K?sel Rider Osnat Healer Raebeli
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Post by Lotty on Jan 3, 2011 2:50:13 GMT -5
"O-ohhh," well he didn't really know how to respond to this, but he knew that he suddenly felt much more self conscious than the situation called for. After all, Kalierre was just giving him trouble... right? Well, that was just going to have to be the assumption to operate under, because that was the only way he could soldier on without having to promptly run away in embarrassment. Coming up with words to say to the dragonhealer was hard regardless, "Geniuses... I mean uhm.... I am just like everyone else, just sh-shier."
Nothing he ever said came out quite as clever as he imagined it to in his head.
Case in point, the following, "Uhm..who or what is a Mr. Jolly?" And why would she assume that this figure would bring her a pony? This was a concept he was completely unfamiliar with. It didn't help at all that the comment was accompanied by her crawling into his lap, an action that garnered both surprise and an instinctual move to steady her; his hand very carefully braced her side even as she prodded at his neck and chin with her cane. He was just going to do his best to deflect the woman's smaller trespasses, "I don't think... I don't...um, I think it is ok to be naughty sometimes?"
And then she licked him. Good thing it was time to drink again, because he most definitely needed it. As strong as this stuff seemed - his face was starting to get numb, which was a good start - it just wasn't enough to suddenly make him suave or the great communicator of the modern age, "What do you want with a pony anyway?" Unless he was missing something. Was pony code for something? And if it was then... wow. Ok.
((3))
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
Happier'n a pig in mud ABOUT WHERBABIES!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 3, 2011 17:33:24 GMT -5
Yoalla’s eyebrows flicked up, apparently just because she hadn’t used the obvious innuendo didn’t mean Piden wasn’t going to. With a light laugh she returned the wink and slipped into a pose she knew displayed her attributes to the best possible degree, even if she wasn’t dressed for it. ‘Why Piden what a generous offer, and certainly not one you made to everyone else as well.’ She commented in the same playful tone as her laugh before sliding back into a less provocative stance and slipping away lest she end up completely drowned by Piden’s drink pouring enthusiasm.
Yoalla wouldn’t really have thought half a glass of whatever fermented fruit concoction this actually was could really get people so wasted but apparently everyone else had a head start on her, or something, because there suddenly seemed to be a lot of flirting, slurred words, and spilled drinks about.
J’on giggled softly at the phrase ’bottoms up’, a sound that was so totally out of synch with his normal laugh that anyone nearby who knew him would have to look again to make sure it really was J’on. It should be noted perhaps, thought, that the greenrider was approaching a stage where everything was funny including rocks, discarded food, and a passing canine that gave him a hurt look when he laughed at it. Eventually the greenrider remembered that he was supposed to be drinking, and stopped laughing long enough to do so.
Oh interesting, the room was wavering slightly, J’on blinked several times until everything returned to focus. Now, who needed his company? Rebounding cheerfully off several people J’on wandered around the crowd, looking slightly lost.
((J’on’s sticking with 9, Yoalla’s changing to 11))
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Ruby
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Jr.Weyrwoman Caden Bronzehandler Piden Bluerider M'kai Bluerider T'ri Greenrider Tenlie Greenhandler Serissa
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Post by Ruby on Jan 3, 2011 19:01:36 GMT -5
This round's number is 17!
That means X'rx - You've had too much, man! He needs to exit the competition by becoming unable to continue. He can pass out, throw up, break his glass (party foul = immediate ejection), reach a point of incoherence where he doesn't know what's going on, or become involved in a makeout session so serious no one can get his attention, Piden would like to offer his services, or, y'know, whatever. Be creative.
The Current Drunk Spectrum (if you want to know how I do this, I can explain):
I'mm no' druuuunk. Kalierre
Yep, You're Drunk R'ril J'on
Pretty Buzzed Ka'aen Yoalla Syrene Mi'rah T'san
Feelin' It M'ta J'ash
Random Actions for this round: Yoalla gives someone a random hug M'ta falls over and/or falls off his chair
After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 15 for each character. Users may double each other's numbers up, but characters must each claim a different number.
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"Not sure," Serissa answered Ka'aen and R'ril brightly, cutting short Piden's half-hearted attempt to explain. "I asked the drudges, they just said it was Someone's Special, can't remember who. I'm fairly certain Piden added an additional bottle of something, too." Despite her efforts, Piden draped himself over her shoulder, adding in R'ril's direction, "'stremely. Mostly for Brunettes... thas' not a very good nickname, though. Hm. I'll 'ave to consider." With a snicker for the invading X'rx, he turned towards T'san, winking at the Brownrider. "Way ahead've ya, man," he replied, with a significant (and somewhat less drunk) look over his shoulder. Perhaps Piden was... acting? Nah, probably not.
Serissa, however, couldn't help but pout a tiny bit. Sure, she'd got a smile from Kalierre, and even a toast, but the Healer had promptly installed herself in the stutterer's lap. Well, whatever, she could always head in Kalierre's direction later, and for now the Healer seemed to be having fun. Serissa, of all people, never begrudged anyone their fun, so she refilled Kalierre's cup as her frown transformed back into a smile. So that left the other women... or not. There was only one other, and she looked a) tiny and b) angry. What was it with this Weyr? All the ladies seemed to be the prissy little wilting flowers the North was known for. Ah well, Raccoon looked like she might be entertaining a little later, but for now, Serissa felt the need to play hostess.
Making a beeline for the apparently lonely M'ta, she leaned against the wall next to him, topping off his drink without being asked. "C'mon," she said, matching her words with the friendliest smile she could, "Join the party. I promise to defend you from Piden, unless you like sloppy drunken redheads usually?" she added, glancing back at the Wherhandler only to see him sidling up next to Yoalla, sappily slurring, "'course not, you knowww I only love youuuu." Rolling her eyes as Piden moved on to appreciate J'ash's hilarity, Serissa added, "I could introduce you to the wandering Greenrider, J'on I think? He looks mostly sober." Then again, maybe not, but maybe M'ta would appreciate the gesture?
Across the room, Piden giggled (in a manly way) at J'ash's hilarious joke that no one had gotten, then raised his own glass to the blue/greenrider. "We should toast to your hottness, maybe it'll help?" he asked, gesturing at J'ash's flushed cheeks. Without waiting for an affirmative, he lifted his glass high, counting down for the room's benefit. "Round Two, ladiezzz and gents. Three, two..." He never got to one, choosing to drink instead. They'd figure it out.
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