Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Jan 16, 2011 15:24:17 GMT -5
Oh my Faranth. Oh my. Ohhhhhh my. This was not the expected kind of response he had in mind, not when part of him was convinced that this was all part of the most elaborate of pranks on him, and that he was forever on the brink of getting punched, clawed, or slapped - the most dubious part of him still felt so - but utterly willing to take the chance that for just once in his life he was truly being lucky, he was quick to his feet. Kind of. His brain had told him to move before it could also tell him to be careful on unsturdy legs and as soon as he stood his head got light and his arms reached out to the table to catch his fall. At very least the furniture did a good job of keeping him up, even if some cups were knocked over and drinks were spilled in the process.
"Oops.. s'sssorry," he apologized to.... well it was hard to see exactly what everyone was doing, but he knew that there was a lot of them. Two of every kind if he was seeing right, and turned away back to his two...or four... ladies that were waiting for him. No, no.... there are two... Kalierre does have no twin... I don't think... Ah well, he'd sort it out soon enough as he swayed his way back over to the women and offered his solution to the whole... distance and walking thing, "S'well... y-you seeee. My weyr is right down...there... I mean.... downstairs. So I think it is but a short walk?"
He offered out his arm to whomever wanted to take it so that he could lead his merry little crew down the way... and well honestly he wanted someone to hold onto to help balance himself. Being drunk and clumsy and being somewhat permanently injured did not make for the sturdiest man alive, but he could hide all of that, he was sure of it, "W-w-w," he tried to being then sentence "well lets get going" but couldn't get it out for a variety of speech impediments, both liquor bourne and not, and gave up, "M-may... maybe I should stop talking... and use my mouth for better thingssss"
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Ember
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Post by Ember on Jan 18, 2011 18:15:56 GMT -5
Ah...shit. T'san rarely made girls cry. He actually made it a point to avoid doing so. It was why he generally flirted with them instead...or in the case of Elysia, simply dump them in the river for fun. Harmless things. What he'd done to Syrene, though...that wasn't harmless. Not in the least. He wasn't sure if it was because she was drunk or if she actually had feelings for him but he knew it was his fault either way. The brownrider was wearing a pretty painful expression as Syrene declared her hate for the weyr (and also throughly convinced T'san that she was from the North).
As she sank, the brownrider paused, looking around as if for help. When it didn't come he gently removed Syrene's arm from around his leg and crouched down next to her. "Hey," he started gently, not even sure what he wanted to say. "Come on now, don't hate the weyr. If you must hate something then hate me for hurting you." He was tempted to wipe away the tears but he realized that such kindness at that moment might just backfire on him. Sighing inwardly, he helped the girl back up on her feet. He was about to apologize when Yoalla wandered back.
The wherhandler could serve as a bit of a distraction while he came to a decision; take Syrene back to her weyr now or wait until she might be drunk enough to forget all about the night and then take her back. The alcohol in his system was not helping him come to a solution, either. Mrr.
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R'ril, after all was said and done, was probably thought genuinely crazy, considering he was chuckling loudly all alone. Then again...considering the company people might just assume that it was all the alcohol gone to his said. It was a bit hard to tell which was right though.Everyone had been so good to him...he really ought to drink more often if the result was being knifed, having his wound pressed, being given dirty looks, and being abandoned.
He was quite content. To the point that he no longer needed to act rude to people. In fact, he could perhaps even start hel- oh Faranth, no. The dizziness from simply trying to stand was far too much so he decided to just remain sitting, staring at his glass with absentminded fascination. At the order to drink he quickly downed it and flopped onto his back on the floor. Ahahaha, tonight was just so great! The greenrider watched the people moving from his position laying on the floor with mild interest. Teehee, weren't they so funny?
((R'ril: 3))
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Shiny
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Post by Shiny on Jan 22, 2011 3:25:04 GMT -5
Taking a lungful of air in the pause of their intense making out, J'ash purred silkily at the Greenrider. There was certainly nothing he could think of at the moment that could be wrong with this situation, the alcohol making him forgetful of the drama. This was the guy he'd slept with a whole bunch of times, and they were friends, weren't they? With eyelids sliding down to not quite equal levels, the sylphlike Bluerider pressed against J'on even more in response to the hand twining in his hair. He really did love it when his hair was touched, and the warmth from the alcohol made him all the more affectionate. "A fun time huh," he slurred against the Greenrider's neck as he (although drunkenly) professionally marked it as his. "S'bin whaaat... liiiiike... forty turns since I had suh.... seh... did it. Thazzz no good."
J'ash had to grope around the back of his head for J'on's hand several times before he was successful, but once he had the appendage in his grasp, he pulled away and tried to stand up from his straddling position. It hadn't occurred to him that it probably was a bad idea to even try standing in the first place - only until he practically toppled over did he realize he should have stayed down. The Bluerider had a death-grip on J'on's hand, but was too disoriented to see if he'd dragged him down or not.
"S'not what I had in mind bu' here'll do," he muttered, grinning suggestively (and stupidly, thanks to the alcohol) at J'on from his sprawled position on the floor. As far as he was concerned in his slizzered state, no one else existed in the room.
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Partially bloodshot eyes stared up at T'san as he gently unlocked Syrene's arm from his leg. As the man spoke, her eyes would not stop watering. "Bu' iun waaaaannna haaate youu" she whined, sniffling hysterically as tears rolled down her face. Hopefully she would get so drunk tonight that she would not remember this embarrassing display of emotion. Who knew she had it in her?
After downing her next shot miserably, she reached up and pulled a string lying against her chest, making her black cloak crumple around her. Any sort of rationale she had left told her that she did not want T'san to see her like this, even if she couldn't exactly figure out why. Groping around half-heartedly, she caught the cloak in her fingers and pulled it over her head, sobbing heavily under the protection of her heavy clothing. "I'mmm n-no' sad," she moaned at the woman's voice, peeking out from underneath her cloak before fully emerging.
In a very defeated way Syrene stood up with the cloak in her grasp, her thin form wobbling under the influence of alcohol. She stumbled towards the girl who had called her sad. She sloppily slung the cloak around Yoalla's shoulders and proceeded to snuggle her into it, sobbing as if she was preparing Yoalla to go on a long journey and she would never see her again. Poor, poor Yoalla, so sad, why was she so sad? Maybe Syrene's cloak would make it all better... "D-don' be sad," she slurred. "Y'al'ays 'ave T'san t' cheer y'up..." Now she just wasn't making sense...
Collapsing against the girl, she burried her face against the cloaked shoulder and sobbed into it.
((Syrene picked 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 23, 2011 15:17:20 GMT -5
J’on had suddenly become more or less oblivious to everyone around him, having a pretty, and rather intently focused, bluerider sitting in his lap lip locked with him did that to the greenrider apparently. ‘Hmmm.’ Not a very interesting response but about the only one J’on could really manage with J’ash latched onto his neck like that. The greenrider’s eyes fell closed as he leaned his head against the mass of blonde hair in front of him. ‘Forty turrrnsss? I don’ think yurr that old.’ He slurred. ‘However, if thass an invration, inatration, an offer to come and do something about it, ‘m sure I can manage that.’ J’on’s second attempt at speaking went slightly better than the first he was proud to notice.
‘wha? Wheeee!’ the greenrider giggled as he went sprawling on the floor after J’ash, on the command to drink he picked up a random glass that had been discarded nearby and miraculously hadn’t been spilled everywhere and downed the contents. Perhaps it was even the glass he started with. ‘Right here?’ he asked, carefully placing the empty glass down on one of the four images of the floor. ‘I thing think I gotta woo ya first, maybe I shoul’ take ya dancin’. Come on less dance, there empty space there.’ The fact that the clear surface was on top of a table didn’t seem to bother J’on at all and he made a few attempts at getting up, gave up and just crawled across the floor to haul himself up with the aid of a chair, then unsteadily climbed on it to reach the table. ‘Are’n’ ya comin’?’ he demanded, dazedly of one of the prone figures of J’ash. Ya, should all cone, come, dancin’.’ The greenrider waved his hand at the many people who were sat on the floor, sliding in and out of focus, then proceeded to “dance”, with said dance involving stamping around in a circle until he stepped off the real image of the table and onto one of the false ones that his brain was registering, and consequently ended up on the floor in a heap. ‘Ow…’
Oh wait there was a knife in her hand. Probably not that great an idea, as ideas went. Yoalla absent mindedly shoved it through her belt, without taking any danger this would present into account. Replacing the knife with a wine skin Yoalla paused to refill (and re-empty) her glass, and also cover an unoffending table in some kind of alcoholic beverage without really noticing how much she’d poured outside the glass.
To Yoalla’s mild surprise she found herself being draped in a cloak by the sad girl, who was still sobbing away as she pulled the garment around Yoalla’s shoulders. Did losing her kohl rings really upset her that much? Ah well she was in the sad bit of drunkenness, just as Yoalla was on the happy bit, soon they’d trade places. That was how things went. Then it wouldn’t matter anymore. Yoalla nodded again, pleased with her reasoning.
For some reason Yoalla found her body sagging downwards, and reached out to steady herself and Syrene against a table, making a small moue of distaste as she found someone had spilled wine all over it. How rude! ‘Nah, don’ cry sweetie.’ Yoalla wrapped her free arm, and the cloak around the girl in an attempt to hide her from whatever had managed to upset her so. ‘It’ll be right soon. Y’ll see.’ Nonsense of course but delivered with a calm assured tone.
((J'on 1, Yoalla 3))
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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 24, 2011 0:35:08 GMT -5
This round's number is 3!
That means Syrene, Yoalla, R'ril... that's enough guys. Chill. Please have them exit the competition appropriately.
The Current Drunk Spectrum:
Slizzered J'on
Wasted M'ta
After your next post, please pick either 1 or 2. You guys can't double up - whoever gets here first gets their choice, the other person gets the other number.
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"I dunno... I esspect him to stop you?" Piden asked, suddenly sounding far less drunk than he had been. Nothing sobered you up like a knife to the family jewels. The wine in his face, though, was a little much for the Wherhandler. He didn't flinch, but M'ta did get a look calculated to wither even the most hardened and manly of men. It probably wasn't a good idea to antagonize the man holding a knife to you, but Piden had lost track of what was and wasn't a good idea long ago.
"What was that about?" he demanded, oblivious to M'ta's apparent lack of focus. "This waz supposed t'be a nice, friendly competition. How come you go around drawing knives, not to mention wasting good al- gah!" The hand in his hair surprised Piden, making his squirm against M'ta's grip. Of course, the nonsense didn't make much more sense than the Brownrider's words. Looking around for help, Piden was met with the same sorry sight he'd found a second ago - everyone had partnered up but him, and none of them seemed keen on helping. He'd thought maybe R'ril would have come to his rescue - guy seemed to like knives, after all - but now that Piden looked again, the Greenrider didn't look ready to do much but what he was already doing, namely, lying on the floor.
Well, there was nothing for it. Piden might be bigger than M'ta, but M'ta had a knife, and clearly far more muscles. The Wherhandler only had one course of action available, as far as he could see. Clearly M'ta was somewhere else, and Piden was pro at sucking up to people. "I didn't put her anywhere," he said, reaching out to put a hand on M'ta's shoulder. His tone was ever so gentle, caressing even, as he went on. "It wasn't me, it wasn't my fault. I don't know anything about it, but I'm so sorry," he offered, then the hand on M'ta's shoulder tightened, and Piden leaned in to kiss the Brownrider on the mouth.
The theory was that the kiss would shock M'ta into retreat; whether it worked or not, Piden quickly broke the lip-lock, twisting and crawling backwards out of M'ta's reach towards the center of their group of drunken idiots. Before M'ta could come after him, Piden straightened, glancing around the room. Only J'on and M'ta seemed to still be standing (or present) as far as the competition was concerned; Piden hauled the crumpled Greenrider up off the floor to cower behind him, whispering "Protect me..." in his ear.
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Requiem
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Post by Requiem on Jan 25, 2011 5:37:54 GMT -5
The brownrider froze straight up, eyes narrowing into vary dangerous little slits at the hand on his shoulder. It didn't require a mindreader to know that Piden had maybe a few seconds to work his angle before M'ta gutted him; the increased pressure at his abdomen should be indication enough. The man had an aversion to touch like no other.
"Li-" The hissed accusation was smothered by a kiss. Piden likely didn't get the reaction he'd hoped for, though at least it didn't end with a knife in his gut. M'ta's free hand shot up to the wherhandler's neck, thrusting the man back even as he scrambled back himself. He spit to try to clear his mouth of the taste of the bronzehandler. Disgusting. For all their ways, none of them had ever dared kiss him before like he was a lover.
Piden was left to scramble behind J'on as M'ta staggered a bit unevenly toward the table that he half-crashed against. Had to get that taste out of his mouth. It had become a burning thing in his mind, the need unsurmountable. Tainting him. The brownrider snatched up a glass that someone had forgotten and downed it, the heat as it hit his stomach convincing him that Piden's defilement had been for the most part erased.
M'ta's head turned slowly, eyes focusing on the vaguely swimming images of two men. Harboring the vile redhead, was he? Then he was just as guilty. The brownrider's arm drew back, whipping the glass forward and directly at J'on's head. Or where J'on's head seemed to be. His position was just a bit fuzzy, and M'ta wasn't as steady on his feet as he could have been.
It didn't stop the drunken charge for Piden that followed, one that completely ignored whether or not J'on was still in the way. Did the bronzehandler really think he could hide?
(2)
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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 Jan 30, 2011 15:44:02 GMT -5
Now, how exactly was one supposed to stand up again? J’on giggled, attempted standing, and fell back into a heap again. Okay, not like that, he thought, settling for sort of sitting, instead. He had a vague feeling he was supposed to be drinking, though, so the dazed greenrider looked around for a full glass among all those that had been emptied, carelessly knocked over, or thrown and smashed. Ah the was one, shame it was moving. J’on made lunge for his inanimate prey and managed to get a grip on it on the third try.
Unfortunately, due to massive alcohol induced inattentiveness, J’on quite failed to notice the progress of the situation just a short way from him. Therefore it came as a surprise to the greenrider when he was summarily hauled to his feet, spilling most of his hard won drink down his shirt in the process. Protect him? J’on blinked confusedly at the redhead who was using him as a human shield. ‘She’s gone… over there somewhere. Scared off, You cun put me down now.’ His voice became noticeably less slurred now that he was trying to make sense of a new situation.
It was once again unfortunate that J’on still assumed M’ta to be his protector against Yoalla and her feminine wiles, it meant that the greenrider wasn’t expecting anything thrown by the other man to actually hit him, so it came as something of a surprise when a glass struck him in the side of the head and shattered on the floor. ‘Is thiss a new traditionon? Breaking stuff I mean.’ He asked, somewhat more dazed than before. ‘Hey, no don’t do that!’ The greenrider struggled from enough strength and coordination to get out of the way with someone else hanging onto him and managed to stagger a couple of steps, leaving Piden to be dragged along, or hit by M’ta, whichever he wanted really.
Yoalla continued muttering comforting nonsense in that sage tone that she rather thought she’d perfected for a few moments before she realised that she was leaning rather more of the combined weight of her and the dark haired girl on the table than she thought. Why was this a problem, because the table was tilting, and so were they, and any moment now…
CRASH
The table finally overbalanced, spilling glasses, bottles, wine, and various lost or discarded objects across the floor in one glorious, and very sticky, mess. A mess into which Yoalla, after stumbling forward several steps finally folded gracelessly down into, still clinging to Syrene and dragging the girl down with her. ‘Ah, look sweetie, we’re already down here and wrapped up, it must be time to sleep now, I think thass wha’ my wine’s sayin’.’ With that timeless wisdom the wherhandler’s head dropped forward.
(1)
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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 Feb 2, 2011 21:09:36 GMT -5
This round's number is 2!
CONGRATULATIONS, J'ON!
Brewmaster J'on
Hardcore M'ta
Pretty High Tolerance Syrene Yoalla R'ril
Acceptable Tolerance Kalierre Ka'aen
Lightweights Mi'rah T'san J'ash X'rx
Thanks for participating, everyone!
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Piden actually got exactly what he was looking for. M'ta didn't just release him, he actively shoved him away without gutting the wherhandler in the process. That was all the Bronzehandler needed - he fled without worrying even a little bit about his dignity. He was pretty much shameless anyway, this was no worse than waking up with Dmitri in the middle of a hallway. J'on may not have been especially steady on his feet, but he seemed to know what was going on - M'ta had asked what had been done with 'her', J'on claimed she was 'over there somewhere'. Peeking his head around J'on's, Piden echoed the Greenrider. "Thas' right, I did nothin'. Shezzover there."
He didn't let go of the Greenrider, though, retracting his head as the glass whistled towards him. "No need for that...." Piden started, but something seemed to be wrong with his assailant. Whatever it was, Piden was turned away from the inebriated brownrider, sliding around J'on so they were facing eachother. Raising one of the greerider's hands into the air, the Wherhandler shouted, "Ladiesss and Gentlemenz, I give you Selenitas' Master Drinker..." A moment while he searched for the name, not that anyone was in any condition to listen anyway - "J'on! Round of 'plause plz." With that, he planted a kiss on J'on's mouth, regardless of the man's clear preference for a certain slumped blue/greenrider. It had been a good night for all.
((Kish, I'll pm you about your prize))
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