[Day 205] It's the end of the world, get drunk

[bastionpc]

Who: Georges and anyone about
Open: Open
When: 205 sometime in the afternoon
Where: Around the Monument
What: The Cael way of celebrating everyone not dying involves booze, so drink up! (Fun fact: the Cael way of mourning may also involve booze.)
Format: Any
Warnings: Drunken shenanigans, likely. Also feel free to treat this like a mingle thread and not just talking to Georges! (Although he'll try to chat with everyone if he can)


So, just to double check: A cure has been found? Everyone's recovered? No one's dead? It's safe to leave the house now? Excellent.

With this fact well known, one can find Georges starting off his morning not hanging about the bar (as is his custom as the only bartender in the Bastion) but in fact setting up something in front of the Monument. Tables, chairs, some blankets to sit on when those inevitably run out... There's also something of a makeshift bar area, a variety of liquor in fascinating bottles set up along with some glasses.

Everything is all finished up around the afternoon, and Georges goes behind his little makeshift table-bar to cup his hands around his mouth so he can yell-

"DRINKS ON THE HOUSE!"

...What do you mean he technically never makes anyone pay for booze at the end of the world? Just come up and have a drink, Georges will be happy to recommend something. Or maybe bother someone else having a drink?

Comments

[followsthevoice]

[Whenever the word alcohol is brought up, you can bet your bottom shard you'll find a Cael somewhere close by. They were a hearty people that loved their drink as much as their craftsmanship, and Raile was no exception. However, today he wasn't drinking to celebrate so much as he was just drinking in general; he'd pilfered a bottle of Bull Brandy and was idly drinking from it, a hand on his chin and a distant look in his eye as he gazed off into the distance.

Feel free to talk to him, although he might be a little short on the conversational end. Or maybe suggest that an entire bottle of heavy booze isn't the best thing to be drinking all at once.]

[gianthobo]

[AZ sits down near him, a bottle of Werewhisky in his hand. He looks over, but doesn't want to disturb him if he's thinking about something important.]

[followsthevoice]

[Oh hey, a familiar face. Raile managed to get his gaze shifted over to the larger man, even if it was only one bleary eye.]

Hey.

[It wasn't much, but at least it was something other than the sound of him taking a sip of his booze.]

[gianthobo]

Hey. Something on your mind?

[All of these kids with so much weighing on them.]

[followsthevoice]

Booze mostly.

[Even though it was a joke, there wasn't much humor in his words, just simple delivery amid a deadpan. He did however hold up a finger and actually set his bottle down as he reached behind him into the pack on the back of his belt. He rummaged around in it for a few seconds before pulling out a wooden leg brace...though somehow, it had a metallic shine to it. He held it out to the larger man, it had been a pain in his behind carving the knifebark, but with it lacquered and water sealed, it would hold up better than any metal brace could hope to.]

Here.

[gianthobo]

[He blinked in confusion at the gift, before setting his bottle down and taking it with slightly trembling hands. Going through all that trouble, just for him...]

... Thank you.

[His voice is a bit congested and shaky. How does he even react to a gift like that?]

I... thank you, really.

[He carefully unstraps his old one and replaces it with the new one. He flexes his leg experimentally. It's... well, it fits like a glove. If gloves went on legs.]

[AZ reaches out and gently puts a hand on Raile's shoulder. ... And probably a good portion of his back, but. Details.]

[followsthevoice]

No problem.

[Raile gave the larger man a nod and returned to his drink, taking a long sip of the thick liquid. AZ had gone through the trouble of saving his life the time he'd gotten that head infection, so a nice leg brace was the least he could give in return.]

You okay?

[Raile couldn't help but worry after hearing what he missed while he was away getting supplies for the Bastion. With a voice like that, it was easy to think AZ might have had a rough time of things.]

[gianthobo]

... I'm fine.

[He picks his bottle up again but doesn't take a drink quite yet.]

I was sick, but... I recovered fine. With some complaining. It's been a long time since I've been that sick.

[followsthevoice]

I know the feelin'.

[Maybe being out and about and drinking wasn't the best thing for AZ after being that sick...but all things considered, he could relate. After only two days of being in the hospital, he had been sneaking out...so really he had no right to speak on the matter.]

Werewhisky's a good choice though.

[gianthobo]

I like stronger drinks.

[It's just a preference.]

[followsthevoice]

Don't get much stronger.

[Raile held up his bottle to his large friend, something of Cael tradition. It wasn't unusual to swap drinks with a friend, just a way of passing around the fun and getting a taste for new things.]

Trade?

[fuckthemancers]

You really shouldn't be drinking the whole bottle like that.

[Zulf, unlike most of the people here, doesn't have any drink in his hands. The Ura tends to avoid Cael alcohol in particular like it'll set him on fire if he so much as looks at it. He much prefers simply smoking.]

[followsthevoice]

[The response Zulf would get was something between a hmm and a hmph, though Raile himself probably wasn't really thinking about it so much as he was just reacting to Zulf's presence. He did look up from his bottle to stare at him properly though.]

You okay?

[He'd been away while the plague business had gone down, mostly getting some more supplies for the Basiton, but that didn't mean he hadn't worried about Zulf once he found out after the fact.]

[fuckthemancers]

I've slept.

[Which doesn't exactly answer the question, and certainly didn't get the dark circles out from his eyes after multiple nights of barely sleeping. Zulf settles down besides him.]

You've been alright as well, or...?

[He is drinking straight from a bottle, after all.]

[followsthevoice]

I'll live.

[He always did. Even if he felt like some people deserved to more than him, there wasn't anything he could do about it. He finally placed his bottle down as he was hit with a realization and turned to his pack, rustling through it quickly until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a well polished and ornate looking breastplate, only just big enough to cover the vital areas and handed it to Zulf.

The inside of it was lined with fur of some description that was warm to the touch, but was thin enough to breath which wouldn't make it too hot to wear on warmer days, but would easily keep out the cold if Zulf went somewhere more frigid. There was even a small leather string that hung off the side which was lined with colorful glass beads and had two pecker feathers at the end. The most notable feature of it was the star of caelondia that hung over where his heart would be, though it was forged from brass rather than iron, making its polished surface stand out against the surrounding metal.]

Finally finished it.

[fuckthemancers]

[He has a feeling what it is even before that glint of metal shines, and there's something stuck in his throat like a Squirt that can't quite fit through its dug hole. Zulf takes it, handling it a lot more carefully than solid armor realy needs.]

Thank you. [He tries to give a smile.] It's good timing. I'll be heading out onto the Skyway tomorrow.

[followsthevoice]

Where ya headed?

[A question which was laced with undertones of, "You'd better be careful", "Who are you going with", "What time will you be home", and "If you're not back by 8 I'm calling the Marshals". Raile had more of his mother in him than just his white hair it seemed.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Zulf's gaze glances away- a sure tell of his that if he could actually lie worth any sort of damn, he'd do so now because the new he has isn't going to be particularly reassuring.]

Terminals. Just the edges- where they found the cure.

[followsthevoice]

Be safe.

[For all the pain he was feeling and distance he wanted to put between himself and others, he couldn't help caring about the people he'd already built bonds with. He put a hand on Zulf's wrist and gave him an intense stare, showing that he was serious.]

If you ain't back within a week, I'm comin' after you.

1/???

[fuckthemancers]

I'll do my-

[fuckthemancers]

[Oh]

[fuckthemancers]

[That is a threat.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Just not towards him.]

[fuckthemancers]

[That makes it worse]

done

[fuckthemancers]

Please, for the love of the Mother, please do not.

[He remembers last time.]