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thebastion2014-07-04 10:45 pm
bastionpc) wrote in thebastion2014-07-04 10:45 pm
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[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?
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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"I will eat while you tend to my hair," Seimei murmured softly, gaze drifting to one of the lanterns thoughtfully. After a moment he gestured vaguely two a few of the lights around the room and arched a brow.
"Why not put a few more out? The ones at the corners of the room are quite enough and I find myself fancying the intimacy of the moment enough to suggest such frivolous things."
Really he assumed what was always the case: they would indulge in one another for a time and eventually go to sleep, no matter how much they craved one another. Their continued abstinence was nothing that troubled him terribly but he didn't want to torment himself more than necessary and the reactions of his own body were beginning to get tedious. Turning the lights down and settling in for food and grooming would - he hoped - draw his body down to the bedding in a timely fashion.
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"We will."
He moved from his lover's side just as reluctantly, rising to potter about - snuffing candles, gathering a couple more towels, and slipping into Seimei's room to retrieve his combs, leaving them on the futon, and going to retrieve the tray of food that had been left outside by the door. God knew he wanted his heart, his body, to overrule his head on this one, but the facts were the facts. True enough, they had been given a clean bill of health and had just been released from hospital, but at the same time... they had just been released from hospital. That made him rather more inclined towards niggling worries about Seimei's health than usual. And his common sense was telling him they should wait for a while, Just in case. A few days, to be on the safe side.
…or to at least get a good night's sleep in their own bed before they gave in to each other.
He set the tray down, pouring a cup of tea and pressing it into Seimei's hand before he shifted behind him, setting out the towels and combing through the length of the onmyoji's hair.