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[Mini Player Event] Never Have I Ever
Who: EVERYONE
What: A rousing game of Never Have I Ever, and other entertainments
When: Saturday, May 4th, starting at around noon
Where: Oak & Iron
Warning(s): Intoxication and whatever you bring in with you; the prompts here are ideas for your own TLs
Shortly after the island comes back and rebuilding begins, the esteemed Mister Yorick of the newspaper gets the Erin Peters experience, where she flings his door open and yells, "YOU LIKE GETTING DRUNK MOTHERFUCKER?" Somehow this kills him, and Erin honestly is not sure how, but a much more sedate second visit leads to an announcement in the newspaper:
Never Have I Ever
Saturday the Fourth, Oak & Iron
First Round of Drinks Free
If You Drink, You Play
We're Never Going To Say This Again But Food From Home Encouraged, Our Chefs Aren't Immortal
If You Have Never Heard Of This Game, Start Talking About Large Boats And Ask The First Person Who Has A Flashback How It's Played
Attendance isn't mandatory, but it's about to be hard to miss at least seeing the damn thing...
The Party
Erin's come prepared for this one. It took some cajoling. It took pleading and browbeating to get extra chefs on deck so people could switch out to participate. It took opening extra kegs and casks, and, yes, it took stealing and fixing a whole lot of furniture that had been damaged by the flood, but right now Oak & Iron is not merely the building, but most of the Outside(tm) near the building. The event proper starts at noon but setup started at 8 PM the night before and Erin straight up just did not go to bed until it was done. The Pine Devil can come at her if it thinks it's hard enough.
The end result is a whole lot of mismatched outdoor seating with a variety of chairs, stools, tree stumps carved into "chairs", Frankensteined tables, and an outdoor bar. Staff from the inn collects money from that bar, where Erin Peters is working, every 25 minutes on the dot, and your hostess has a sharp and sly grin on her face whenever she's not actively engaged in a conversation. Food is available but bringing dishes of one's own is strongly permitted. Hell, come bring it and sell it, this may be the only time the inn doesn't care that you're technically competing with them.
She has, after all, been starving for Glamour under the sea. She expects to feed well.
A large sign next to the bar reads: I'm Blind As Fuck And This Game Goes Hard, Drink At Own Risk
Smaller letters immediately beneath say: Anyone Dying Of Alcohol Poisoning Will Be Mocked
The Game
Never Have I Ever is a simple game. Someone makes a truthful statement, such as "Never have I ever had a fist fight with a bear," and anyone who can't truthfully agree with that statement must take a drink. Though there's no actual formal obstacle against lying, people fudging the truth while Erin is walking past with drinks or to see friends might get a nudge with a wing and this blind bitch announcing 'liar' in a sharp tone that might be play or might be bullying and is probably both (feel free to NPC this happening if it's of interest to you!).
Feel free to simply tag in with your question as the header, as seen here. Even the prose is optional! Folks will come to you with whether or not their character drinks and you can thread or not thread from there.
The Long Walk Home
Did you survive your own poor choices? Do you have a plan to make it home safely before, or after, dark? Not like Oak and Iron can bear the entire town within its walls, so...
What: A rousing game of Never Have I Ever, and other entertainments
When: Saturday, May 4th, starting at around noon
Where: Oak & Iron
Warning(s): Intoxication and whatever you bring in with you; the prompts here are ideas for your own TLs
Shortly after the island comes back and rebuilding begins, the esteemed Mister Yorick of the newspaper gets the Erin Peters experience, where she flings his door open and yells, "YOU LIKE GETTING DRUNK MOTHERFUCKER?" Somehow this kills him, and Erin honestly is not sure how, but a much more sedate second visit leads to an announcement in the newspaper:
Never Have I Ever
Saturday the Fourth, Oak & Iron
First Round of Drinks Free
If You Drink, You Play
We're Never Going To Say This Again But Food From Home Encouraged, Our Chefs Aren't Immortal
If You Have Never Heard Of This Game, Start Talking About Large Boats And Ask The First Person Who Has A Flashback How It's Played
Attendance isn't mandatory, but it's about to be hard to miss at least seeing the damn thing...
The Party
Erin's come prepared for this one. It took some cajoling. It took pleading and browbeating to get extra chefs on deck so people could switch out to participate. It took opening extra kegs and casks, and, yes, it took stealing and fixing a whole lot of furniture that had been damaged by the flood, but right now Oak & Iron is not merely the building, but most of the Outside(tm) near the building. The event proper starts at noon but setup started at 8 PM the night before and Erin straight up just did not go to bed until it was done. The Pine Devil can come at her if it thinks it's hard enough.
The end result is a whole lot of mismatched outdoor seating with a variety of chairs, stools, tree stumps carved into "chairs", Frankensteined tables, and an outdoor bar. Staff from the inn collects money from that bar, where Erin Peters is working, every 25 minutes on the dot, and your hostess has a sharp and sly grin on her face whenever she's not actively engaged in a conversation. Food is available but bringing dishes of one's own is strongly permitted. Hell, come bring it and sell it, this may be the only time the inn doesn't care that you're technically competing with them.
She has, after all, been starving for Glamour under the sea. She expects to feed well.
A large sign next to the bar reads: I'm Blind As Fuck And This Game Goes Hard, Drink At Own Risk
Smaller letters immediately beneath say: Anyone Dying Of Alcohol Poisoning Will Be Mocked
The Game
Never Have I Ever is a simple game. Someone makes a truthful statement, such as "Never have I ever had a fist fight with a bear," and anyone who can't truthfully agree with that statement must take a drink. Though there's no actual formal obstacle against lying, people fudging the truth while Erin is walking past with drinks or to see friends might get a nudge with a wing and this blind bitch announcing 'liar' in a sharp tone that might be play or might be bullying and is probably both (feel free to NPC this happening if it's of interest to you!).
Feel free to simply tag in with your question as the header, as seen here. Even the prose is optional! Folks will come to you with whether or not their character drinks and you can thread or not thread from there.
The Long Walk Home
Did you survive your own poor choices? Do you have a plan to make it home safely before, or after, dark? Not like Oak and Iron can bear the entire town within its walls, so...
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Not for lack of trying as Daisy and anyone else on the Eterna may remember.
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"See. I'd be right there with you. If some other Section 31ers didn't practically waterboard me with liquor after I passed my NIE and made Detective."
She snorts and shakes her head. Getting certain roles filled for Section 31 operations could be a chore. She was the only Detective who'd signed it in her area.
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"I think so? Honestly I was absolutely hanging after," drunk beyond sense, hungover as hell, "I barely remember most of it."
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"See. That's the thing. The actual drinking can be fun." She gestures loosely with her glass. "But the results?"
She shakes her head. There's a reason that's the only time she ever got drunk even before she literally couldn't.
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As far as such things can be lucky.
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"Kinda sucks not having the choice. Would I get drunk again?" A shrug. "Probably not. But. Yunno."
Not like it's a lifestyle choice they made. And Valdis isn't the only one that gave it a damn good try at one point. Daisy tried her damndest in the days before the end back on the ship.
"Sometimes the bad decision's the point. I think."
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As long as no one ended up getting hurt.
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"Exactly. Not even immune to doing it with other things."
Daisy has made a lot of decisions based on instant gratification in her life. They just haven't been alcohol related.
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Other things? Yes, she won't lie about that. But she values her freedom to choose.
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Daisy raises her glass a touch to that. "There's a reason I hated the ship."
Okay there's a lot of reasons she hated the ship, but her bitterness the second time around was definitely coloured by having a difficult choice she'd made overridden and then unavailable.
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It was unfair. She'd been taken from a moment filled with confusion over her past and present. Memories she couldn't recall suddenly coming back in waves. Memories thousands of years old that she had to learn how to cope with while living in a place designed to make her suffer. She had done her best, but some would simply never understand where she had been or what she had been forced to accept in order to survive as best she could.
"I hated it too."
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The only prison she hates more than the ship is the Buried. She'd take the ship over that nightmare again, but only just.
"This time we're never going back."
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There's nothing to return to, even if they wished it.
"But I'm glad you're here."
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Daisy exhales. "Yeah. You too."