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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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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."
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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.
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"Could've just legged it, but, uh...cliche as it sounds, it was war." he replies honestly. "Someone else started it, but I had to finish it, so I doubled back into town, and, uh...well, short version is I blew up a buncha shit."
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She nods when he explains what really happened, as if it all makes perfect sense. 'It was war, they initiated aggression, so you took care of the situation.' Very reasonable when she puts it that way.
'I started a lot of fires, one time. Tactical reasons. But it felt good.' Destroying part of her prison. Claiming back the energy she had very unwillingly provided to her captor through her suffering, plus interest. Not that she'll go into such detail, but it had been cathartic.
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It's probably not the best reaction, but John snorts with a badly stifled chuckle and salutes her with his beer.
"Yeah--it does feel good." he agrees--and it did, too. Talk about sticking it to the man...
"Like a giant middle finger written in flame."
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Then she leans in close. 'I had to die to get here,' she tells him in a half-whisper, because he deserves the explanation. 'But that's a story too miserable to ruin a nice night with, yes? Another time.'
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You not forget me?
Maybe he's had just enough to drink. Maybe it's how young she is...maybe it's just being a land lubber shaking off his sea legs, but he rests a hand on the crown of her head and draws her in, leaning over to kiss the top of her hair.
"Another time." he agrees softly. "And long as I'm within reach, Tay--you'll never die again. Promise."
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She also knows it's a promise he can't make her. That there's only one person she can rely on to keep her alive, and that's Tayrey herself.
That doesn't mean she can't appreciate the thought all the same. 'I know you'll try,' she says softly, 'but I don't hold you to it, yes? You're my comrade, and that counts for more than enough.' The last thing she wants is for him to feel guilt over giving his word, should she die.