Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 15, 2011 14:52:49 GMT -5
T'ri had not intended to attend the impromptu party that sprang up around dinner the night after the Tithe Theft. Waaayyy too mainstream, but a kid had to eat. So there he was, eating dinner with some of the other Weyrlings, when he overheard the Candidatemaster and the Weyrlingmaster talking about how glad they were that nearly everyone had come through the recent Tithe Theft alive, if not exactly unscathed. Neither Master had been with the wings that were caught out by Selenitas, but both had helped unload the dragons - and both were excited that one of the Riders had managed to get a load of wine and other spirits out. The pair toasted to that, and to the one rider they'd lost - a R'fuin of Ylonth - and the toasting in combination with the extra-special dinner the impromptu Headwoman Hoayamae had prepared made the festive atmosphere impossible to deny. Yes, much of the Weyr was in mourning for the lost bluepair, but something about that loss made those who still had their lives all the more grateful... and even more ready to celebrate, to eat and drink and be glad they were alive. Well, if there was one thing T'ri could get excited about, it was celebrations, and of course if it was a party he was throwing it wasn't mainstream at all.
'Borrowing' a glass of wine from a passing drudge (who of course started sputtering something about weyrlings not drinking, despite the fact that M'kai had apparently talked Sel'n into giving the Weyrlings a pass for tonight - special dinner and all that, adult dragons around to explain things, Weyrlings asleep already, blah blah, whatever it was another reason T'ri was here), T'ri grabbed a knife and hopped up on his chair, clinking the knife against the glass for attention, as if anyone wasn't already paying attention to the flamboyantly dressed Weyrling standing on a chair.
"Ladies and gentlemen, can we get a toast for our valiant dragonriders, especially R'fuin of Ylonth, and the others who were injured in the effort to bring us much-needed supplies? Including copious amounts of booze, of course." Drinking deep, he lifted his glass again, and added, "And another toast to everyone who made it home safe. A toast to them!" Ok, so maybe T'ri had been drinking a little already, but honestly, when wasn't T'ri drinking? Regardless, everyone else should have had some wine with dinner too, so his potentially insensitive toasts would come across as perfectly heartfelt and logical. He was at that point of drunk where everyone is your best friend, so he hopped down off the chair and called out, "Any more toasts for our Riders? Or we could just see who can drink the most in honor of them, especially R'fuin and Ylonth... yes, that sounds like much more fun. A good old traditional Weyr-style wake. Who's in?"
((Let Burifest begin!
The drinking contest is open to any and all Burimyu characters, Weyrlings included. 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. If you missed the sign-up form, don't worry about it! Throw your people in anyway.
If you do NOT have Burimyu characters and/or only have Buri chars that are really young (lookin' at you, zeph), I am willing to let people adopt M'kai, Tenlieclaimed!, and T'mund for this thread only. This is a special free pass to cause drunken havoc for my chars that they will have to live with in the morning! I will not question or complain about your actions! If you're interested in adopting one of my babies, PM me.
In your first post, please have your characters let T'ri know they want to participate, and grab a drink. At the end of your post, please pick a number between 1 and 25 for each character participating.
Feel free to ask any questions you have, and have fun!))
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Ember
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T'san Iskierka Dy'shi Jazheera Ae'on Nephele Qaena K'dem Eikane
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Post by Ember on Aug 15, 2011 19:47:40 GMT -5
Nephele was glad for the festive mood of the dinner. She was damn tired from tending injured dragons the night before and too stressed about Nuoth to be able to sleep much more than a stolen hour or two. She wished they had more properly trained dragonhealers but they'd gotten the short end of the stick when they'd left on that account. That everyone else was being merry took away not only the sadness of R'fuin and Ylonth's deaths but some of her tired-mellow state. That and a couple glasses of wine already had helped. "- and we were really damn lucky your habit of showing up in the right place at the right time kicked in," she finished saying to K'sel.
That was probably what made the night so damn perfect. Between the happy little buzz of her drink and K'sel being there and her and Nuoth being alive still all was well, despite the losses they had suffered since running off to Burimyu. She could swear her mouth already hurt from smiling so much. She also could swear she could feel everyone's eyes on her when she did so (even though that probably wasn't true) so she covered her smiles skillfully. Nuoth, bless the green, was already asleep in the infirmary so she wasn't on weyrling dragon freak out guard duty.
Yes, all good. Then T'ri started speaking and Nephele turned to look at him, confused at first. Then he proposed toasts and drinking and she enthusiastically raised her glass and exclaimed, "Hear, hear!" Oh, she knew she'd probably end up passed out somewhere before the night was out if she got into any sort of drinking competition but she didn't particularly care at that moment. It would be fun and take any remaining edge off their losses and injuries.
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Iskierka wasn't entirely sure how she'd gotten caught up in the celebration they were having. She wasn't one for such things...and even if she was what was the point in celebrating something as small as surviving? If they didn't forget, they'd been doing that everyday since they'd fled Selenitas. They could celebrate when they took their weyr back. Or if they even made any progress in that direction. With no gold left she highly doubted that would happen.
Far be it from her to spoil the mood though. She'd managed to find a dinner companion in E'rro for the night and he'd hopefully keep his head on straight. Surely he was tired from healing dragons (her Ioth included in that tally, though his wounds weren't terrible). Well, so had been her opinion in the beginning of the night. By the time T'ri announced drinking to the memory of R'fuin and Ylonth Iskierka had had a couple glasses during the meal herself. Far from losing her head she was at least a little more open to enjoying the night.
To E'rro she commented, "I suppose a couple rounds wouldn't hurt. The others will be drunk so fast they won't even notice us leaving before anything gets out of hand." She didn't want to be the only normally level-headed one letting themselves go just a little, after all. "Besides, if I end up getting any unwelcome fluids on me some fortifciation would be good. Or any drunken fools, for that matter. What do you think, E'rro?"
((Neph: 23. Iski: 8))
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Tashe
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Post by Tashe on Aug 15, 2011 20:21:20 GMT -5
E'rro swirled the contents of his glass slowly as he watched the Riders and Weyrfolk alike mingle over dinner, some already a little more festive than others. His eyes focused on Sel'n and M'kai for a moment before returning his attention back to the room at hand. He, unlike others, was still nursing his second glass of wine, not having gone after that pleasantly warm feeling that a person gets after a couple of glasses. The Councilman had been trying his hardest during the day to not act as exhausted as he felt, but in Iskierka he knew he could confide. E'rro hadn't touched very much of his dinner, eating only the proteins and starches, leaving most of the green vegetables and roots behind on his plate. Occasionally he'd feel like eating one, but he'd stopped when they had lost their heat.
The Brownrider watched as one of the Weyrlings stood up, calling attention to himself by tapping his glass and raising it in a toast. E'rro raised his own in response, but instead of drinking deeply from it, took a sip and returned to swirling its contents. Crossing his legs, he leaned back and slung an arm over the back of the chair not occupied by Iski. When his Wingmate spoke after the Weyrling was done, E'rro turned his attention on to her. "I suppose not. I'm not one for drinking very much, but I think that everyone deserves a night off from this." He motioned to well, the Weyr in general. Perhaps it would be alright to deaden some of the pain that he was still filtering for Ismaroth. "I'll watch your back." Standing up he projected his voice so that it managed to be heard above the muttering and rabble.
"There will be no Wing Drills or Lessons tomorrow, as long as I can get Darya to second this motion. So drink, celebrate, and use tomorrow to sleep it off. Then its back to our normal routine."
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Boy was he tired, he'd offered to help in the Infirmary when all the loading was undone the day of the tithe theft, but little did he know they'd work for soooo looong. E'iah had managed to catch a couple hours of sleep through the whole thing, although he felt a little guilty about it, the Healers got even less sleep than he had. Either way, he was looking forward to sleeping in his bed tonight. Yawning he stretched his arms out, bumping his dinner companion and making them drop their fork. "Sorry, sorry." Although if the other person said something, he didn't hear it, the Bluerider was distracted by the appearance of his Firelizard. She knew it was dinner time, and she was disappointed that Her's had not taken her with him. "Sorry Lei, I forgot." As the Green landed on the table, E'iah began pulling off small chunks of meat and offering them to her. He nearly got nipped by Leifa as one of the Weyrlings got up and began to speak.
A drinking contest? Would that even be allowed? It sounded like fun though, or at least, a fun way to celebrate the lives that were lost and the people who had managed to fend off not one, but two Sweeps to get them supplies. He finished feeding Leifa and sent her off back to his room, not wanting her to be here when the drinking really did start. He stood up and waved at the Weyrling who had given the announcement. "Hey, T'ri, I'm totally down." Normally he wasn't so out spoken, tending to stick to the back ground and watch, but tonight? He doubted anyone would remember most of what happened, so he was taking the chance and stepping out of his shell a little bit.
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E'iah: 6 E'rro: 18 [He will slip away after a couple of rounds fo realz]
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Post by Sebz on Aug 15, 2011 20:34:57 GMT -5
(Bleh short post ) The free pass for the weyrlings had Ke'von in high spirits. Not to say that the young brown rider hadn't been drinking before the lift of the ban (yes he would call it a lift, even if it was for one night) but now he didn't have to sneak around about it. Ke'von had gotten very sneaky about his alchohal intake, only doing when he knew they didn't have lessons planned for the next day, and when Ontehth was asleep. God forbid the brown ever get a bit tipsy. He bowed his head momentarilly when his fellow weyrling made the toasts. The tithes had indeed been sucesful, but at a cost. The dragon's who were in the wings hadn't escaped uninjured, and from what he had seen and heard, some of the injuries were rather grevious. Theft was no laughing matter, everyone who had participated had known the risks involved. A grin flitted across Ke'von's face when T'ri made his second proposal for the night. A might fine one at that! Well than, Ke'von thought with a grin, lets just find out who could hold their liquor in the weyr. “Pass a drink here T'ri, I'm in,” The boy said, eyes scannign for the drudge's bearing glasses full of wine. He snagged one deftly and took a quick swig before joining the growing crowd that was begin to gather around the weyrling. (Ke'von: 1)
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Lotty
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Post by Lotty on Aug 15, 2011 21:39:10 GMT -5
While K'sel, in the day he had been at Burimyu - or whatever it was called, it was mostly a mumble to him - hadn't a chance to have his hair shorn off to more manageable lengths or face shaved to an Erilena-acceptable level, he did at very least manage to get himself de-loused and bathed... his sparse wardrobe even scrubbed and hung to dry as he took up Nephele's bed as his own while she was off healing the wings of beaten and battered dragons. He had forgotten in the endless months what it felt to sleep in a real bed and not on the dirt under flea ridden furs or propped up in a crooked forearm of his brown bonded, and slumbered away until he was shaken awake to go and join the tiny weyr in their supper.
Dazed, confused, and apt to get lost - he hadn't found much of a chance to investigate the place so to speak - he was agreeable to following Nephele about and sharing in the bounty that had been brought in from the tithe theft. After all, he did have a hand in procuring it all, the greenrider admitting it herself with her comment about his impeccable timing, "Lucky? I don't know about that, I'm just a hobo with a dragon, gettin the job done..." he joked back, one arm slung over the woman's chair while the other swirled the burgundy contents of his glass in a show of false class. Slainte meanwhile waited curled around his forearm for the chance at whatever may splash out over the side....silly K'sel was hogging all the good stuff and the blueberry spattered firelizard wanted a chance at his own share.
Little did he know that his chance at glory was falling into place right before him.
A strangely familiar figure popped up with a knife clink against glass and K'sel found himself twisting his face to place the name of the mystery man. Failing this, he instead choose to raise his drink and join in the toast before tipping his head back and downing the rest of the wine. With that he only asked half jokingly, "Normal routine? You guys have one here? I am not sure I understand the concept," but if the change in schedule allotted for another day of recovery, well then he was going to be all about throwing himself into the game of binge drinking. His favorite! It really took everything in him not to get overly excited and begin chanting "drink" over and over again, but Slainte on the other hand already was making it his business to delatch himself from his bonded to roll onto the table before T'ri and demand his participation in the event. His somersault ending with an unfurling of wings he looked up at the toaster and whistled for his attention shooting an image of a drink all to himself.
Of course the blue flitter just had to add a little wink... this two legger was awfully pretty and he was a shameless flirt.
[K'sel: 15, Slainte: 20]
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Ivy
Rider C?vin Rider S'rring Rider T'vis Rider Ivy Handler Swithin Rider Ruliana Rider Roselle Holdbrat Aithyn
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Post by Ivy on Aug 15, 2011 22:31:18 GMT -5
Roselle had come to the dining hall for the same reason everyone else had - to eat and celebrate those who made it back alive and mourn the one who didn't. Not that she'd known the rider that Burimyu lost, still it was sad. He had been out there trying to get supplies for the Weyr - and while she still wasn't completely comfortable with the idea of stealing she understood the necessity for it, at least right now.
Sitting at a table away from the others she picked at her food. Tserieth was back in their room sleeping, and without her dragon to talk to she really felt out of place. Even if most the time Tserieth was being cryptic or pointing out her growing crush on the Weyrlingmaster. Speaking of which...
Glancing around the room it didn't take her long to find Sel'n. She felt her cheeks turn red as the blood rushed up to them so she hurriedly ducked her head and went back to picking at her food. She didn't want to be obvious about it, after all. Before she could slip into her own thoughts too deeply, she heard a familiar voice - T'ri. Looking up she saw him standing with a glass of what she could only assume was booze - yes, it was - making toasts. Like he honestly cared about the rider who had died, any excuse to drink. A soft snort and she shook her head. A drinking contest, he proposed. And people were actually joining in? Ugh. Still, she couldn't help but look to Sel'n to see if he was going to join in...
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Ruliana smoothed out the light blue top she'd chosen for tonight. She knew they'd secured a shipment of wine and spirits during the tithe theft - that was reason enough in itself to celebrate. They hadn't had any decent drink in Burimyu for the past turn or so. It was tragic, however, that they had lost a rider. Still they had only lost one - which gave them another reason to celebrate. Blue eyes glanced around the room searching for a familiar Bluerider, but coming up empty. Either the other woman was there and just lost amongst all the others (she was short after all) or she hadn't arrived yet. Either way the Greenrider made her way to get some food and drink.
Along the way she saw M'kai and overheard him convincing Sel'n to allow the Weyrlings to drink, "They do deserve it." She piped in on her way past the two men. Lips were pursed in a loose smile, others may let themselves go completely but Ruliana was not the kind to do so. A glass of wine was her limit, one she intended to stick to. Not to say after the glass was gone her conviction would still stand of course, especially if Jazz showed up and talked her into the drinking game one of the Weyrlings was proposing.
A bit of a roll to her eyes and she sat down at a table where a couple others were already seated. Smiles all around and she held up her glass, "To those who came back and the ones we lost."
((Roselle: 24///Ruliana: 16))
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Rowana
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Handler Roivao Rider G'tor Rider Merridan Rider T'ke Rider N'rik Handler Porita Rider Farryl Rider Kyr'n[/color
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Post by Rowana on Aug 16, 2011 9:52:02 GMT -5
Merridan frowned at T'ri and shook her head. She really didn't feel like celebrating at all, much less with so much wine. it wasn't just the lost of R'fuin and Ylonth, she'd hardly known them well. It was all the loses they'd suffered since being exiled from their home. Now they were even fighting those dragons they had once called friends. Two of Chaoth's own clutch mates had attacked him, for Faranth's sake, so why was everyone so sharding cheerful?
They need a rest, Chaoth chided her gently. He yawned on his ledge, quite glad for the peace and quiet tonight. And so do you. Do not, Mer crossed her arms stubbornly. We don't have time for this nonsense. We should be planning an attack! On empty stomachs? Come now, you will ruin the fun! Chaoth told her wryly. Mer sighed. Chaoth was right, maybe she was taking things a little too hard. Besides, she could hold her wine longer than most of these people, she was certain, so what was the harm? Raising her glass with a small smile, she took a long, careful sip.
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Hoayamae watched the proceedings with satisfaction on her face. Thanks to the new supplies, she had put all her best efforts into making this feasts as delicious and special as possible. They had roast herd beast, fresh salad greens, fruit cocktail with honey, rolls rich with herbs and so much more. She had even prepared a great redfruit pudding for desert, if anyone possibly had any room left for it.
Finally taking a break to tuck into her own meal, Mae glanced over at T'ri as he spoke. A drinking night, eh? Well she was game. These youngsters could boast all they liked, but she didn't get to be fifty turns from being a lightweight! Let them drink themselves silly. Mae took a deep, grateful drink and toasted her glass. "Here, here!" she called loudly. "But if yah all make a mess, than I know who's helping me clean in the morning, yah hear?"
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N'rik grinned broadly. A party was exciting enough, but a drinking fest? This was going to be great! He had never been allowed wine before! Surly they couldn't deny him this time. Ophiuchusth was fast asleep and he was a real rider now, just like them. Small size or no, he was sure he could hold his wine with the best of them.
He started to reach for a glass when a large spoon whacked his hand. "Hey!" N'rik glared at Mae and crossed his arms stubbornly. "No fair, lady," he started. Mae snatched him by his collar and dragged him back to his seat. "No wine for youngsters!" she said firmly. N'rik squirmed free and vanished under a table. Sharding cook! Who did she think she was? Well, she couldn't be everywhere could she? N'rik sneaked off to find someone who wouldn't mind him stealing a glass or two.
(Merridan: 17; Hoayamae: 9; N'rik isn't actually participating, just ignore him for now. XD)
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Post by Sheari on Aug 16, 2011 18:56:08 GMT -5
He felt tired. R'men walked into the dining hall glad for so much, and sad for just as much. He'd never really known Ylonth and R'fuin, but a death was a death and the loss to the already minuscule Burimyu population might as well have been five riders instead of just the bluepair. The bronzerider had taken his dinner in his weyr that evening to watch Weith. The dragon hadn't been mortally wounded but the marks on his face and the gashes on his hindquarters had been just beautiful and he'd been loathe to leave the beast. Weith had even asked for an image of himself so he could see his face and had seemed pleased. They will scar in a lovely way, will they not, R'men?[/i] The rider had to admit that they would make for a handsome addition to his face, though now the "tree" on his butt would have interrupted branches.
R'men sat with sore hips next to Merridan. He gazed into the drink in his glass. With each sip it had gradually ceased to burn his throat. No big drinker was the dragonrider, but he could drink without coughing. When T'ri made his toast the man muttered a "hear, hear." He was in a mood to celebrate but jumping up and down wasn't quite what he was going to be doing. He'd never had to move so much on Weith's back before and there was a dull ache from the dragon's own injuries in his hips. The bridge of his nose itched every now and again and he resisted scratching it in his attempt to remind Weith not to. Right now though he subconsciously wiped his sleeve across it, glad to have Weith dozing. "I'm not going to win, but I'll make a bet to you," he said companionably to the brownrider next to him. It'd be embarrassing to loose to the woman, but quite frankly he didn't care.
(R'men is 13)
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Aug 16, 2011 19:51:58 GMT -5
Lounging back in his chair, the picture of calm, Sel’n chuckled at something M’kai said before adding his own two cents in. Originally he had been reluctant to allow the weyrlings any liberty at all. But since he already had a few drinks under his belt it didn’t take the Candidatemaster long to convince him to loosen up, at least a little. Though he wasn’t going to be happy in the morning if baby dragons were upset. With most of them asleep though that risk was minimal. Besides Kaaoloth was watching over the barracks for him. If anything the drinking buzz would probably just lull the young ones into a deeper sleep. As long as it was nothing like that botched graduation back at Selenitas complete with making out, stumbling, and vomiting drunks he was willing to go with the flow so to speak.
It even seemed that the council was getting in on the action. Which was mildly surprising. Would no one in this weyr be sober tonight? It certainly looked like the majority wouldn’t be. Not that it was his responsibility to baby-sit a bunch of adult drunks. Though maybe he should cut back a little due to the fact that he probably should keep an eye on his weyrlings. Speaking of his weyrlings when T’ri hopped up on a chair his eyes slightly narrowed upon the lad. The look softened a bit though as the boy spoke. R’fuin had been a good man and he had paid the ultimate price for them all. Perhaps there was reason to drink to his memory and celebrate the rest of them getting home. Hell more then half of them, especially the dragons, had sustained quite a few injuries. All to bring them these supplies and keep their tiny weyr going. Perhaps yes. There should be some celebration in their honor.
Raising his glass of wine Sel’n spoke in a carrying tone. “I’ll drink to that. To R’fuin and Ylonth. May they rest in peace. And to the brave souls who fought valiantly to keep us going.” Tipping back his glass Sel’n drained it before filling it to the brim again.
(Sel’n : 7)
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Aug 17, 2011 16:05:55 GMT -5
Darya nibbled on the remains of her meal, holding a rolled slice of meat neatly between the thumb and first two fingers of her left hand. Although she was really full the bluerider was reluctant to let the little remaining on her plate go to waste, and not just because it had been paid for so dearly in blood and ichor. No, Darya was enjoying herself in a quiet, subdued sort of way. Though she seemed to be mostly gazing at some inner vision only she could see and paid very little attention to the other occupants of the room she did occasionally smile softly and for a change those smiles were not at all tinged with bitterness, a disturbing change from normal to some no doubt.
Abruptly something brought the woman’s attention back to the room. Pale eyes fixed on T’ri as he clanged a knife against a glass, causing quite the dreadful din. Obviously that was the intended effect as the weyrling rider made a somewhat rambling toast, ending on the suggestion of drinking copious amounts of alcohol in honour of R’fuin and Ylonth. Darya nodded slightly, that sounded like a good proposition to her, she was sure R’fuin would have appreciated it. ‘I’m in.’ She called simply, not bothering to rise.
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Aug 18, 2011 14:46:29 GMT -5
M'kai smiled at Ruliana and gestured her direction with a significant look at Sel'n. "See? One of my old Weyrlings agrees, and she came out fine." With a cheeky wink at Ruliana - it was nice to see the girl out and about again, she was one of the ones who seemed to adjust to Burimyu by hiding in her room, or at least staying away from M'kai once Weyrling training was over - he turned back to the current Weyrlingmaster. T'ri interrupted him before he could say more, and M'kai raised his glass. "To R'fuin and Ylonth", he said, adding his voice to Sel'n's and draining his glass as well. After a moment of silence, M'kai looked Sel'n over with curiosity. "How're you doing, Weyrlingmaster? Feel like a little battle of the Masters? I'll match you drink for drink."
Ten was eating alone, still rather down after the tithe theft. She'd helped out in the Infirmary - mostly running things back and forth, fetching and carrying and resupplying, she wasn't healer trained after all - but seeing all those dragons and riders come back injured tore at her heart. She was glad all her friends had pulled through alright, but it was still sad to see so many people grieving and in pain. She'd hoped to run in to Jazz at dinner, but when the bluerider was not forthcoming, Ten sat on her own... until she saw Ruliana, that is. She'd always been a little uneasy around her fellow Greenrider (she'd always vaguely felt like she was encroaching on Ruliana's territory, rooming with Jazz, although of course that hadn't been her decision) but today she figured the other Greenrider would want to be alone even less than Tenlie did. Waving at her, she called, "Ruliana! Need someone to eat with?" That was right around where T'ri got on the chair, though, and Ten found herself lacking a drink to toast with. R'fuin deserved it, even if Ten hadn't known him well. Unfortunately, the glasses she grabbed for herself and Ruliana weren't just wine... they were some of the stronger spirits that occasionally came in from Blossom. Taking a big swallow in honor of the Bluerider, Ten nearly spat it out, but choked and coughed instead. "What is this?"
T'mund did not drink. It dulled the wits, and what was T'mund without his wits? Nothing. Jagjith's wounds, though, continued their phantom burn on T'mund's back, and the Brownrider was absolutely at the end of his rope. Unable to spare numbweed or fellis, the healers had suggested wine. That was probably a bad idea. The rider had already downed a full glass, and discovering that it worked wonders for his back, had started on another. By the time he slid in next to Darya, he'd downed two, plus half of another for the toast. Near three glasses of wine on an empty stomach for someone who had never had anything to drink before ever was more than enough to have the Rider slurring his speech. Putting a hand on Darya's shoulder, T'mund looked deep in to her eyes, saying, "Darya. Jagjith thinks I zzshould 'pologize. For the theft. Wha'ever I did, sooo sooory. You know I dinn' mean it." What? T'mund talking to a girl without dying of awkwardness? Thank Faranth for alcohol.
T'ri, meanwhile, found himself in his favorite place: the center of attention. Of course, the big stick of a Brownrider on Council had decided to borrow the spotlight for a moment, but if it meant T'ri didn't have to actively shirk lessons tomorrow he'd allow it. Beckoning a drudge over, T'ri grabbed a bunch of wine skins, slinging them over his shoulder before filling drinks for Ke'von and E'iah and adding a fist bump for each. Both boys had just risen infinitely in T'ri's estimation. Roselle was next (she hadn't said she wanted to participate, but T'ri wasn't about to let the opportunity to a) see Roselle wasted b) make out with Roselle or c) watch Roselle embarrassingly make out with Sel'n go to waste), and the Blueweryling flashed her his most charming smile before handing her the glass. "I will be very disappointed if you don't participate, Roselle. Very. Disappointed." Not to forget anyone, he went by Hoayamae next, topping off her glass. "Of course we'll help clean, I'll make sure of it," he said, returning to his place... only to be near accosted by a somersaulting firelizard. T'ri laughed aloud, pouring a glass for the flit, only to glance around for his owner and see... no. "KASELLA??"
((Teddy's internet poofed, so I'm randomizing numbers for C'oar (15) and Isori (14). Zep's borrowing Ten but can't post till the weekend, so I'm randomizing a number for her (23). Zep can pick her up next round (which actually kinda makes sense?) I need to pick numbers for T'mund (21) and M'kai (12) before I pick the round number.
This round's number is 20!
That means Slainte, E'rro, and T'mund - way to get on that. You're all HARDCORE... and already had a bit too much. Your characters need to exit the competition by becoming unable to continue. This does NOT mean just walking out, that's no good (and I will make you change it <3). They can pass out, throw up, break their glass (party foul = immediate ejection), reach a point of incoherence where they don't know what's going on, or become involved in a makeout session (this is the exception to the rule about non-playing chars in the thread) so serious no one can get their attention, or, y'know, whatever. Be creative.
The Current Drunk Spectrum, based on how close you were to the round's number, +1 or -1 for tolerance. Each section is in order from most drunk to least:
Pretty Buzzed Merridan, Ten, Neph Roselle, Ruliana
Feelin' It K'sel, C'oar, Isori R'men M'kai
Slight tingles? Iskierka Hoayamae E'iah Sel'n Darya Ke'von
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 plus the actions you all suggested. 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! P.S. these are also open to interpretation.
Random Action for this round: Ke'von can't stop laughing.
After your next post, please pick a number between 1 and 15. ))
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Post by dragon on Aug 18, 2011 15:56:36 GMT -5
The night was young, there was plenty to drink, and his dragon was in pain. Despite how he normally never indulged in such things other than in an offhand time or two, C'oar found himself inclined. Party or no party. They had it, might as well use it. Especially since dragon's couldn't drink to dull their own pains. Decidedly short on Numbweed, what else was there to do? C'oar knew he had a pretty stout tolerance, but had yet to find out that if that extended to Frosstyth or if it would put the dragon under ... or if it mattered at all, since only their minds were linked, not their bloodstreams.
How that worked, he really didn't know. Nor did it really matter. He'd already had a few and didn't care to think about it too much. He hadn't eaten, though ... mostly because he didn't feel he wanted to.
For the most part, he had been keeping mostly to himself and just watching. Quiet is as quiet does, and he was normally quiet, watching. But when he spotted someone he knew spluttering and not quite flailing about after the toast he had partook in, C'oar found his way to his feet. Despite his few drinks, he was remarkably steady on his feet as he made his way over.
"It's called quickal, actually." He answered with a chuckle, lifting a glass out of one of Tenlie's hands and replacing it with the plain ol' wine he'd been holding (and yeah, drinking from). "That might suit you better." C'oar mentioned, before taking the other glass from her as well. "This is a bit stout ... especially for a lil fry like you." Okay, maybe she wasn't that little... but still!
He sniffed one of the glasses he was now in possession of. Quickal wasn't something he'd ever tried before. Given Tenlie's reaction to it, he was now somewhat curious what it was really like. So he tried some.
Okay, yeah. That was some serious stuff. "Ow! Where are you headed anyway?" C'oar asked.
This was so cool~~~
It seemed like all the rules had been lifted! Granted, the reasons behind why were a bit somber, but in the end ... okay, well, rules never had meant much to her to begin with. So what. Now she could do it and get away with it! Even if ... well ... she knew she couldn't hold her drink. That had been established a looooong time ago, way back in the hold when she and Orena had tried to drink some lads under the table by taking turns. For the most part, it had worked. The lads had never noticed it wasn't always the same girl... but both of them had gotten totally smashed in the process!
Isori, highly aware that she couldn't handle much, decided to take a different tactic. Instead of just drinking away, she was experimenting. A sip of this, a sip of that ... a sip of the other, compare the two, try that one again ... yeah! This was fun!!
Too bad she didn't have anyone to do it with! Murrrrr. Grabbing up a trio of glasses that were thankfully mostly empty (only tastes, after all!!), Isori started her meandering track through the people to look for someone she recognized. It really wouldn't matter who, at this point, she was already feeling her sips.
"HEY!!" Isori announced, finally. "WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?! EVERYONE GET OUT OF MY WAY!!" She yelled, before mumbling more to herself. "Gosh, it's like not seeing the forest for the trees in here." And then she paused for a moment before bursting into peals of giggles.
(C'oar 5, Isori 13)
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Ivy
Rider C?vin Rider S'rring Rider T'vis Rider Ivy Handler Swithin Rider Ruliana Rider Roselle Holdbrat Aithyn
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Post by Ivy on Aug 18, 2011 15:59:03 GMT -5
Ruliana offered a kind smile to M'kai as he winked in her direction. She noticed Tenlie waving and heading her way, to which she scooted over to make room for the other woman. As she grew closer Ruliana stood and grabbed the offered glass from her, taking a swig as well for the next toast - her reaction was quite similar to the other woman's. Gulping it down she blinked and took a step back. Coughing a bit she quickly sat down, feeling the effects of whatever it was she had just drank. Wide eyes looked up to Tenlie and she glanced between the other Greenrider and her cup, "What did you give me?"
A giggle followed the question as Ruliana's cheeks went a soft shade of pink. Without warning she began to hum, and soon the hum broke into song - her voice was melodious but soft, perhaps not everyone in the room would hear but any who were close or quiet would.
Fly, fly do not fear Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear Your heart is pure, your soul is free Be on your way, don't wait for me Above the universe you'll climb On beyond the hands of time The moon will rise, the sun will set But I won't forget
Her voice hung on to the last syllable for a long moment before she reached up and wiped the moisture from her eyes. Another drink was had from her glass - which had been switched out for wine during her song. The drink ended with her face turning a bit redder as she looked to Tenlie, "Come, sit." Her look then shot to C'oar, "You too."
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Roselle eyed the other Weyrling as he came by and offered her a glass. She would have declined and given back a snippy remark but then she overheard M'kai challenging Sel'n. So instead she smiled and took the glass, downing it quickly. Not that doing so was the best idea for the young woman - she didn't drink normally. So as she downed the wine it hit her almost immediately. And how was Roselle when a bit tipsy?
A small giggle was heard from her and as another woman started singing - beautifully, she might add - Roselle decided she should move closer to everyone else. Another glass of wine found her hand - though she didn't see who brought it she assumed it was probably T'ri - she took a drink and made her way over to another table. It just so happened she ended up sitting next to Sel'n, and another giggle came from her as she cast a glance over to him, "Is this seat taken?"
Lightweight.
((Ruliana 3///Roselle 5))
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Ember
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T'san Iskierka Dy'shi Jazheera Ae'on Nephele Qaena K'dem Eikane
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Post by Ember on Aug 18, 2011 17:33:48 GMT -5
Ooh, but the drinking dulled the shared ache between her and Nuoth quite well. Nephele found her mind and her worries drifting away. Though usually an energetic, flirtatious drunk the lack of sleep was showing whether she wanted it to or not. She settled for cuddling with K'sel as much as was possible with them being in two different chairs - she really ought to fix that problem - and watching the goings on with an amused half-smile. Occasionally she'd point things out to K'sel - look, the masters are talking, oh listen, Ruliana sings well, and that weyrling seems to act a bit like her when drunk.
She felt a bit like she was missing out on some of the fun by being so tired but she pushed the thought aside. Too much fun would result with making out with another girl again, or something equally mortifying. Still, one way or another, Nephele always managed to be near something interesting. In this case, the seeming knowing between K'sel and T'ri. She blinked first at the weyrling's outburst then angled her head to try and read K'sel's reaction. "'Sella? You know T'ri?" She asked curiously. This was news to her. Her hazy attention focused on the conversation between the brothers, she downed the next round almost idly, even as she coughed a little at the burn.
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Iskierka knew that E'rro was young. A bit more than half her age, really, but he acted as old as her and...well the other 'old timers' at Burimyu weyr. It was a bit disconcerting sometimes. At other times she thought she might understand the cause of it a bit. Perhaps that was the real reason she'd tried to convicne him to drink? To loosen up a bit? She wanted to roll her eyes at herself for thinking in such a way but the alcohol was beginning, just a little, to open her up. She wouldn't be spilling any secrets by the end of the night though.
The bluerider offered a very faint smile to E'rro at his choice of words, along with his acceptance of having a couple rounds. After his little announcement to the gathered weyrfolk she commented, "How very magnanimous of you, Councilman E'rro." While there was a hint of sincerity in her voice there was also copious amounts of sly sarcasm. It would probably hurt more than help for anyone to have lessons or drills the day after a party such as the one they were having.
The thought was nice though. Iskierka didn't look forward to doing drills with a bunch of hungover idiots. She tossed back the next round without so much as a blink. Just a regular drink, just a regular drink. Her grip on her glass hardened a tiny bit though as the burning settled in. She flicked her gaze to T'ri, mentally sizing him up. It made perfect sense that he'd know of such a harsh drink. It made even more than perfect sense that he'd fill people's glasses with it.
((Neph: 2. Iski: 9.))
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Post by Sebz on Aug 18, 2011 19:50:08 GMT -5
The brownweyrling returned his classmates fist bump with zeal. Ke'von took the oportinuty of his glass being refilled to take a look at the competition. Surprisingly, some of his elders already seemed to be a little bit tipsy, some more so than others. Eyebrows raised, he raised his glass to his lips and took another swig in appreciation. Actually, Ke'von didn't really like the taste of alchohal, drinking was more of a social thing for the weyrling.
The alchohal wasn't really taking much effect on the brownweyrling, not just yet, or at least Ke'von didn't think so. The fact that everything was beginning to tickle Ke'von pink could be attributed to everyone else. They were just so damn funny! The sight of T'ri almost get hit by a flying firelizard caused a giggle to escape the boys lips. It was a high pitched giggle, which amused the candidate, causing him to giggle once more.
Before long, Ke'von was laughing raucously, clutching his drink which was threatening to slop with his shaking in one hand, while clutching his sides. Ke'von wasn't one for jokes, and was surprised that it was possible to laugh so hard that it actually hurt his sides. Gasping for air he took another swig of alchohal, which tingled his throat. Ke'von was off again, spewing drink into the air, almost choking in hysterics.
(14)
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