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

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?

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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.

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[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.]

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.]

... 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.

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.

I like stronger drinks.

[It's just a preference.]

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?

[... Oh, sure. Why not.]

Might as well.

[They're both half-gone, pretty much. So it's a good time to switch.]

[Raile took the smaller bottle and clinked it against the Bull Brandy, taking a large swig of the Werewhiskey. Its sharp, warm flavor almost instantly overtook the slow, mulling taste of the brandy, leaving his tongue tingling all over.]

Good stuff, nice pick.

... Thanks.

[He relaxes a little, or tries to. ... There's suddenly a tiny Pokemon on his head looking down at Raile.]

Floette!

[She swoops down, trying to fix his hair. Stay still, child. Mama Floette is here.]

[Raile...just stopped to take a moment to stare quizzically at AZ, his eyes unable to look up at the Pokemon messing with his hair. Not that she'd be able to do much with it...it was just naturally messy. Sorry Mama Floette, but that's a losing battle for you.]

Uh...a friend o'yers?

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[She will try, dammit. AZ just chuckles.]

Floette and I have known each other... well. My mother gave her to me when I was young and she was freshly caught. We were together for many years, before spending... quite a long time apart. We were reunited just before the Calamity.

Ah.

[Just be careful up there Floette, you wouldn't be the first thing to get tangled up in that mess and he didn't fancy having to get an impromptu cut.]

What exactly is she?

[No one's given him the PokeTalk yet, so Raile has no idea.]

[Oh! Floette knows this routine! She flutters out in front of Raile and spins her flower.]

Floette is a Pokemon. They're creatures native to my world, and the world of a few others here. Some people train them for battles, some people breed them, and some people work alongside them.

They grow and change depending on how much experience they get or sometimes with the aid of special stones or devices. Floette was once a Flabébé. She could evolve to a Florges if I had a Shiny Stone, but I like her the way she is and she does, too.

Her evolutionary line always carries a flower - or in the case of Florges, has partially merged with a flower. The flower Floette carries - my Floette, that is - is of a flower species that no longer exists in my world. Her markings are a different color than modern Floette, too.

[Well...a lot of that went right over Raile's head, but he got the basic jist of it.]

So...these Pokermans are yer friends.

[He didn't know what all this "Evolution" stuff was, but he'd reach out a hand and try to give Floette a few gentle pats on the head in thanks for trying to straighten his hair out. A worthy effort, but not even a knifebark comb would get those knots out.]

[Well that's the basic gist, so yeah.]

They are. I have a few others from home... and then Eevee was born here. We've gathered a fair few eggs and Pokemon from the Skyway. The ones who haven't found tr - people to go with live at the house with the fenced-in yard. Most of us from that world live there, too.

Huh.

[Well, he seemed interested enough in Floette, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad to go get a feel for some of the other Pokemon that were here now that they were.]

Maybe I'll go give the place a look.

Most of them are pretty friendly. They won't attack you if you don't attack them, and if they try some of the older ones will probably just pick them up and drag them off.

[Golurk has gotten good about breaking up fights. It's nice not to have to worry about it.]

Sounds like fun.

[Sounds like a watered down version of the Wilds, but hey, at least it was something to do in between work and booze.]

It is, thought most of them are starting to get to the age where in the wild they'd be off seeking their own territories. Not that it's unheard of for them to be treated as pets either, but they're somewhat caught between both here.

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