Day 123 [OPEN]

[bastionmods]

Who: Everyone
Open: Open
When: Day 123
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Obligatory "We just got more people/survived a hellish experience" mingle log!
Format: Your choice!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any?

[So the past few days in the Bastion have been very hectic and a little more than emotionally stressful for everyone. About two days have come and gone since the last very large batch of arrivals have come in to the Bastion, and thankfully since then it's been relatively quiet. It's a good time to compress, meet some new people and maybe have some good food at the distillery courtesy of Rin.]

Comments

[croceamors]

This may shock and astound you, but I actually was not born with the kind of personality I have right now. I was, in fact, a teenage boy at one point.

[Oh dear, he's getting snarky. And kind of slumping in his seat. This was a horrible idea, and oh great he has to take another drink.]

Did I do one about hair dye already or not?

[dontyoujustwish]

That's right. At one point you were smaller and pimply. I forget that sometimes about humans.

[Anya does finally kick off her shoes and pull her feet up onto the sofa. It's cozier this way.]

Yes, we did hair dye. Almost twice, even.

[croceamors]

I wasn't that pimply.

[Dang. Hmmm... This is getting tricky. What haven't they done?]

I've never... used a gun.

[dontyoujustwish]

Hm.. Owned one, never fired it.

[No drink. And this is getting tricky.]

I have... never wanted to be human.

[croceamors]

[Saix getting more and more drunk is not helping his ideas, let him tell you. He takes a drink with a wrinkle of his nose. His posture is unsalvageable by this point.]

I have never wanted to be a demon.

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya reaches the bottom of her glass again and leans over for the bottle. This requires a little more care for balance lest she lean off the sofa.]

How does one win this game anyway?

[croceamors]

Ugh... [Saix drags a hand over his face, sinking back into his seat.] Why would I know?

[dontyoujustwish]

When Xander and I played, we always ended on something like, 'Never have I wanted you more than right now,' and then the clothes started coming off. But as ill-informed as your decision is, I don't think you want to win like that.

...I've never been married.

[She almost takes a drink after saying that, just because of the sentiment, before she remembers the rules of the game. Well, the one rule she knows.]

[croceamors]

...I would like to keep my clothes on. Do I look like the kind of person who has been married?

[dontyoujustwish]

Do you want me to judge everything about you based on what you look like?

[A pause.]

I could take my clothes off.

[croceamors]

Why would you take your clothes off?

[dontyoujustwish]

To win the game.

[She has the best logic okay.]

I enjoy winning things.

[croceamors]

[He's starting to frown now. Drunk logic does terrible things.]

...So do I.

[dontyoujustwish]

Well then.

[Anya doesn't necessarily need to be drunk for her logic to include nudity, but in this case it did contribute. She takes another drink for the heck of it, sets the glass down, and starts shrugging out of her cardigan.]

[croceamors]

[For Saix, intoxication is making this a very awkward and tough decision.]

[On one side of the brain, the one mostly bathing in alcohol, there's the argument that he really doesn't like to lose. The other side, smaller but far less intoxicated, points out this is a stupid idea. The resulting brain screech keeps Saix a bit behind, but he finally starts to pull up his shirt- slowly- when the drunk half points out he's already been platonically naked around someone before. They just have to avoid sex. Right.]

[dontyoujustwish]

[Probably the only reason Anya has not already beat Saix to nakedness is that she has to unzip her dress in the back. This can be tricky when sober, and it is moreso when your motor skills are impaired. She would ask him to help except that this is somehow a competition.]

Aha!

[There goes the zipper. Now we're getting down to underwear.]

[croceamors]

[Possibly one of the most ridiculous competitions, to be honest. Saix is going to be embarrassed at his own ridiculousness come morning. But that's for the morning. Right now he's finally managed to get off his stupid boots, leaving just his pants and underwear left. There's a slight squint in Anya's direction.]

You need to stop being fast.

[dontyoujustwish]

Fast was the whole point of drinking. At least for you, but I had more so I'm faster.

[At least she thinks she managed to down more than him. She lost track at some point.

Darn you, bra. Why must you also fasten in the back? No, she is still not going to ask for assistance. Fumble fumble fumble HA.]

[croceamors]

That doesn't make sense.

[He's shoving his underwear down his hips when he looks up at her next, legs still kind of tangled in his pants. Getting undressed seems harder when you're drunk, who knew.]

...I've never had to deal with a bra. Should have thought of that.

[dontyoujustwish]

You're the one who bought it.

[All she has left is her panties, and apparently she's standing up on the sofa to drop them down. She might still win this in spite of the bra!]

[croceamors]

A mistake. Clearly.

[Ugh, pants, why do they have to tangle up in feet? Saix is glaring at them before he notices what she's doing.]

Why are you on the couch.

[dontyoujustwish]

I've been on the couch.

[Are you just now noticing? But never mind that, she's getting her feet out of her panties and NUDITY ACHIEVED.]

There, I've won!

[croceamors]

No, but...

[Nevermind, okay, you're naked. Saix gives a slight huff and slumps in an awkward way in his chair, sideways and most of his legs (still tangled) sprawled out. His underwear is dangerously low on his hips, barely managing to hide anything.]

Hmph.

[dontyoujustwish]

[Anya flops back down onto the sofa, sprawling in what she supposes is a sexy and flattering pose. It may not be. Nice view from here, though.]

There's no reason to be a sore loser.