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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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Daisy snorts and rolls her eyes with more fondness than she'd admit to. "Oh well isn't that kind of you. Won't be such a cheeky bugger when. You're the one. Getting fireman carried back to your doorstep."
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Said with all the conviction of a man who knows full and well that she's able to, but there's a jab-quota to be made between them.
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Daisy puts her drink down. "You want me to prove it?"
Challenge laid. She'll do it. No hesitation. Give everyone a show.
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Drunk Jon fails to see the issue with it, wordlessly sits his own drink down, and even stands from the table. Challenge accepted.
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The urge to laugh is suppressed behind Daisy's genuinely decent poker face, hiding all signs of amusement except a subtle quirk of her lips and a glint in her eye.
She stands up. Makes a deliberate point of lacing her fingers and stretching her arms out. Rolls her shoulders. Says:
"Try not to flail too much. For your sake. Not mine."
Then steps up to Jon and hauls all 6'2" of him up over her shoulders with two effortless motions, a firm grip on one arm and leg.
(not here.)
(not here)
(not here)
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Nope, no time for second thoughts, Jon! Too late for that!
He flails the arm that isn't being used for leverage briefly, making a sound of panic as he's upended, and settles for grabbing at the leg closest to where his arm already dangled. Even if he hadn't drank all that much, the world would swim, but boy it sure was all over the place now. (Being flipped sure did do wonders to snap somebody back into a degree of sobriety, though!)
He's wide-eyed, startled (hilariously, since he literally asked for this), and sputters out a few quick, muttered swears.
"Okay, shit, ohgod, alright---"
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Not laughing gets more difficult by the second—for all her best efforts she can't help the snrk sound that comes from suppressing it. Her grip is strong and steady, so at the very least he's not going anywhere on her account, but that doesn't mean his limbs aren't all over the place in the meantime.
What a sight.
"I could do a lap. You know. For real proof." Lets that hang for a moment. "Or I can put you down."
CW: very light emeto mention
There's a good chance he'll get sick if jostled too much while half-upside-down, and he'd rather not go and throw a wrench in the night like that if it's possible to avoid!
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Daisy snorts. "Alright. Try not to immediately fall over, yeah?"
She crouches and carefully shifts him off her shoulders so he can get his feet back on solid ground. Easy enough, though how steady his legs are is something she can't control.
"You really are stupidly tall."
Says the woman with a girlfriend around his height.
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He's half-tempted to grill her for being as short as she is, but instead, all that comes out is the world's most miserable little drunk-man groan.
"Ughhh, god. No kidding."
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She aims to give him a pat on the shoulder that becomes more a slap on the upper-back. This is only half blameable on the height difference.
"Sit down, you poor drunk bastard. Hopefully if I ever have to actually do that you'll either hold your stomach. Or it'll be when there's danger enough it's the last thing on your mind."
The two situations you can expect to be thrown over the shoulder of Daisy Tonner: drunkenness or rescue from an active threat.
(Well, unless you're a woman she's got the attention of, then there's a third possibility, but Jon really doesn't need to know that.)