[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

[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.]

[followsthevoice]

Come back in one piece then.

[He gave Zulf's arm a few reassuring pats, just enough to let him know he wasn't going to jump the gun, and went back to his drink. He wasn't about to start a war on a whim...but so help him if they laid even a finger on his head.]

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[fuckthemancers]

[He can't get in good faith completely promise that]

[fuckthemancers]

[Fortunately, Zulf is saved from this minor crisis by the sound of something sniffling and yawning somewhere in his skirts. That seems to snap him out of it and he leans forward, reaching to pry something that's attached itself to one of his legs. It takes a moment- it really doesn't want to let go.]

Actually, that reminds me- I need you and Zia to look after something while I'm gone.

[The Rattle-tail flock can probably take care of itself, but the thing he finally managed to pull out- a little reptile like creature with a large skull on its head- is still young. The Cubone blinks sleepily at Raile as she's settled on Zulf's lap.]

[followsthevoice]

...

[Well that broke through Raile's stupor, just enough for him to stare with a wide-eyed curiosity at the creature in Zulf's lap.]

T'hell is that?

[fuckthemancers]

It's called a Cubone. Apparently.

[Don't ask him, it's not from his world.]

They're one of those creatures that some of the other residents brought from their world. Ah... Pokemon, I believe they're called?