[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 come back from the dead

[theydrewfirstblood]

John's not here. He's not, and he's not playing. Except he's drinking, a little. And if you drink, you play...

Nothing pops into his head that isn't horrifically depressing--but there's one thing, one tiny thing from Hope that the colonel told him on the plane ride to Taiwan. The mine, Sheriff Teasle, and everything Trautman didn't say about John's ability to find his way out...

So he lays it down--and he doesn't drink, mostly failing at hiding a smile.

[astrogator]

Had this sort of statement been played earlier in the game, it might have dropped Tayrey's mood precipitously. She doesn't want to be reminded of what happened to her. What was done to her.

Right now? It's late, she's drunk, and while she does glance over at Felix Gaeta in search of reassurance, she gives no indication that she wants to step out. It's Captain Rambo, after all. She knows he's not saying it to hurt her, and so it doesn't hurt, even a little. She trusts him. She's reminded of what she said to Mulcahy, that being here isn't a cause for mourning, but celebration. She's alive. She's free.

Tayrey had switched to water earlier in the evening, but she calls for another proper drink now, lifts her glass to John, and drinks deep.

[theydrewfirstblood]

...yeah. That needs follow up.

So, grabbing his beer when he spots the kid shooting a person (or two?...) meaningful looks before taking a long pull of her fresh order, John makes his way over to settle in next to her. He's openly smiling now, and leans in to bump his shoulder against hers.

"Mine collapse." he explains, winking to indicate he was letting her in on the joke. "Cops were on my ass in the Northwest, I made camp in the entry, but I took cover inside when it all came down. Sheriffs were trying to dig out the body while said body was busy finding another way out."

[astrogator]

'Oh!' She smiles at him, grins good-naturedly. 'That was real clever of you. Did you see the looks on their faces when-' she laughs at her own mistake. 'No, 'course you didn't, bet you got out of there all clear!'

Sober, Ari Tayrey might have had more concerns about why he was evading law enforcement in the first place, but right now she's past caring. She pats his arm companionably, shifting over to make more room for him beside her.

[not_a_traitor]

Gaeta's still sticking with water, but he gives Tayrey a crooked smile, gently clinks his glass against hers once she's done toasting John, and drinks.

(He's lost sight of Fever in the crowd. Probably for the best.)

[takethatnature]

Wilson drinks. "Soooo many times. Not even counting how I got to this town."

[theydrewfirstblood]

Maybe John has had enough to drink to loosen up his mind as much as the ever-present tension in his muscles, but it only occurs to him then that he probably should have added a caveat about before Pumpkin Hollow. Because...yeah.

Still, he smiles and shrugs. "I don't count showing up here, 'cause coming out of this ain't guaranteed. And, uh...the one time this situation applied to me? It was more a 'missing and presumed dead' situation."

[abhorrently]

Even if she didn't count crawling out of what was supposed to have killed her before, there's that whole mess with Nyx that happened.

Wherever she is, this drink is for her.

[theydrewfirstblood]

Spotting the drink, and slowly realizing his mistake in offering that particular bit to the game, John gets curious.

"Here or elsewhere?"

[abhorrently]

"Elsewhere. But death wasn't sticking there, either, so I woke up the next day annoyed enough that it took me three days to cool off and then go track down the one who did it. And then I had to compliment her on getting the best of me."

Among other things. But that's the relevant part.

"She'd have probably let me off with just tearing my tongue out, but I've never known when to quit."

[graveling]

Angel stares at his glass for a long moment, and then pulls both hands away from it. If one shakes a little, well. He's been drinking.

Nevermind that he can't get drunk.

[theydrewfirstblood]

He saw that, Angel--and John promptly feels like an asshole. It's one thing to know he's generally casual about what he is, at least he has been with John, but the sailors on that ship...the things that happened to their own...

John makes his way over to Angel's side, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"You wanna talk, I'm here." he offers quietly. "I didn't stick as close to you as I should've, I'm sorry."

[hadnoright]

She died and came back too many times on the ship over the years not to count it, so... loooong drink.

[pineapplesalmon]

César, once again, is very glad he switched to water. The room is swimming a little. He drinks.

"At least I got an amazing girlfriend out of it? And now an enforced vacation."

[battlebyballad]

Drink.

"I took an ogre club for that damned cleric and he still made me pay him back for the diamonds Revivify used!"

[littlefairytale]

A drink taken very quickly, because this is the last thing she wants to dwell on with her system this full of alcohol.

[gruesomegourmand]

With a lightly-slurred "aw, come on" in half-hearted complaint, Laios takes another drink.

"I went into a dungeon! You wouldn't believe how many things in dungeons want you dead. There's a whooole line of work, just for bringing dead people back somewhere where you can revive them!" A beat, and a grin is shot John's way. "Wanna learn healing magic sometime?"

[theydrewfirstblood]

That earns a blink from John as he regards Laios with new interest instead of concern over his inebriation. Because...well. He can't say shit about magic given where he is, and wouldn't have even if they were in his world, but...

"I mean--yeah, but don't you have to be...a magic...person?" John asks uncertainly, but with open curiosity. "Ain't using magic genetic or something?"

[thelatechrisfreeman]

"Do I have to take a drink for each time I came back?" Chris wonders, running a fingertip along the rim of their glass.

[prince_of_beasts]

"I was wondering the same thing." Dimitri offers a sympathetic grimace. "I'm sorry you've had to keep count."

Drink

[be_seeing_you]

Number 6 drinks, contemplates the glass, and then drinks again.

[tehilim127_1]

"Not yet," says Zivia, raising her glass and setting it down undrunk-from.

[lovethyneighb_or]

Mulcahy's handily inebriated by now. Still, he knocks back a drink and can be seen counting on his fingers. If anyone's counting--and it's dubious whether or not he is--he gets up to 27 before he stops.

[decohere]

Ava quietly counts on her fingers and takes a drink for each one..

Drink

[maximumcake]

Max casts a glance down as he sips from his cup. He hopes it never happens again.