[Mini Player Event] Never Have I Ever

[crushed_pearls]

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...

Comments

Never have I ever slept with someone I didn't know the name of.

[battlebyballad]

With warmth, "I very rarely forget them, either."

[notinflictthem]

Raises his glass.

"If you want to not be able to use that one next time, find me afterwards."

[battlebyballad]

"Oh, I couldn't," she answers with obviously shallow demureness, immediately dropped.

"What else am I to call out?"

[notinflictthem]

A throaty laugh that has Hawk curl in on himself a little like a shrimp.

"Try-" an inhale to try and get any breath back, "Try using your own, really confuse the neighbours."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin sighs and takes a drink. "Listen, I never ask the lass's name any later than right after we fuck, shit just happens sometimes."

[battlebyballad]

Music raises her cup in the kind of impromptu toast one makes during a drinking game. "I say with all the sincerity in my heart; better late than never. I know from both sides how much a lass appreciates being asked her name by a properly handsome dame."

[crushed_pearls]

"You have trouble with hardwood floors, given how smooth you are and all?" The words might be all bravado but a faint blush hits Erin's cheeks while she tries to act all sly about it.

[graphomaniac]

"Uhm, how are we like, defining name here?"

Lyubov bites her lip; she actually looks a little anxious, under the smile.

[battlebyballad]

Music's smile is light and oh so very coy.

"At least as much as I know of yours, dear Lyubov."

[graphomaniac]

Lyubov chews on her lower lip, and says, thoughtfully, "I knew mine husband's name, when we met, but I knew not ... the name he had been known by upon the other plenum. The name he'd held at the tzarist court."

"So like, I didn't know how important he'd been, to our revolution, nu? Counts such a thing as ignorance of a lover's name?"

[pineapplesalmon]

César, with some alarm, fights to remember the names of the couple of women he's been with before Magne. Okay. Okay, he actually remembers them. So he doesn't need to ask if forgetting them after counts.

He's so glad he's remembering to take small sips, too.

[hadnoright]

Daisy takes a long, looooong drink for this one. "Often without ever finding out. I was the scene's resident lesbian dirtybag for—" she blows air like hoo, boy "—a long time? Let's just say a long time."

[battlebyballad]

"Oh, but you do so look like a girl that would work for. If you skipped the pleasantries with me I don't think I'd spend too long missing them."

[maskedstarbunny]

Ryja takes a long drink.

[stonecoldtop]

George takes a drink, then adds quietly "Sometimes anonymity is safest for everyone involved."

[battlebyballad]

"A good point, to be sure. But I'm too much of a romantic for anonymity, and my profession let me substitute it for brevity."

[tehilim127_1]

Zivia raises her glass across the room to the speaker, and doesn't drink.

[battlebyballad]

The toast is returned, with a wink for good measure.

[astrogator]

'It's only polite to ask that first,' says Tayrey with a grin. Her glass stays on the table.

[cacophonish]

Sometimes he didn't know their names going into it. Sometimes he forgot their names after. Or during.

Well, time for drink #7.

[gruesomegourmand]

No drinking for him! Though the opportunities have been fairly limited, it still counts.

No Drink

[be_seeing_you]

Number 6 looks particularly smug as he keeps his drink in his lap. He isn't James Bond, after all.

[decohere]

Ava delicately takes the drink from 6's lap so she can replace herself right into it instead. She's just returned from outside, and seems vibrating with some sort of excitement. "Hey..." and also a touch nervous.

Drink

[maximumcake]

"I get a little ahead of myself sometimes in excitement..." he says bashfully into his drink. "But I do always remember them after."

[battlebyballad]

"There's not greater match for consideration than enthusiasm," she calls with a giggle. "Either way, you show them they're wanted."