[Day 230] We're still not dead! Time to get drunk until we are

[bastionpc]

Who: Georges, you, and so much alcohol
Open: Open
When: Day 230, from noon til night
Where: Inside and outside the Distillery
What: In which planning is attempted, an obnoxious amount of booze is shoved at everyone, and Georges needs help with some things
Format: Pick your poison
Warnings: Drunk shenanigans at some point, likely


So, in the morning, Georges makes sure to stop anyone before they can go out onto the Skyway or get a bite to eat, or basically attempt to carry on with their lives like normal. With the most recent near death experience, he seems to be aiming to be more insistently friendly, apparently.

"Hey there! I got everyone together for some drinks, well, last time since we all needed one after that and I figured why not do it again? Come over to the Distillery later today, and I'll have some things whipped up! Oh- and by the way. That Ura fella, Zulf, he wanted folks to meet up and try and figure a few things out, get a bit more organization 'round here I suppose. If you could pass this around, that'd be great!"

And, sure enough, at around noon-ish Georges has once again set up some things. There are tables just outside the distillery, the largest he could manage (which is just a couple pressed up against one another) done up specifically for anyone who wants to sit around and be responsible.

For those who don't care about or don't trust themselves with responsibility, there's a couple smaller tables scattered about both inside and outside. As usual, Georges is behind the bar with a row of bottles on display. Ask him about them, chat with one another, or just focus on getting utterly and completely smashed, do as you like.

Maybe if you're chatty enough, you might even get roped into something.

Comments

[individuates]

It's not thieving! It's borrowing! Georges-san can take them back at any time!

[four_quarts]

Of course not. They're not stupid.

[fuckthemancers]

Which is more than we can say for some of us here, isn't it?

[amphibian]

[Skyla's the one calling her over instead of the other way around? Of course Aoi scurries right over and takes a seat by Skyla's side.]

Yeah? Sup?

[dontyoujustwish]

Well, I started to realize just how oblivious and unprepared everyone is. I don't want the women here to suffer for it.

[dontyoujustwish]

What if he forgets? After enough time passes, are you going to decide that he must not want them and it's fair for you to keep them?

[Like her shoes?

She will never forget the shoes.]

[croceamors]

Ah, of course. Pregnancy. I don't think anyone here is prepared for that.

[dontyoujustwish]

They don't seem prepared for anything.

I had a few chats with the ones who didn't threaten bodily harm, and besides us, I think a concerted effort by the Bastion's teenage population would only come up with what goes where. And only in the most vanilla, heterosexual positions.

[croceamors]

Truly a tragedy. But maybe it's for the best.

[four_quarts]

True, but there are always members of any society that are dimmer than others. It's hardly anything new, dear Zulf.

[fuckthemancers]

I know, but still... You would think that with it being the end of the world, a bit more common sense would be had.

[four_quarts]

[This was obviously the wrong time to be taking a drink, because it tends not to mix well laughing at the idea that common sense would actually be common. Have fun dealing with the now wet table and the drunk trying not to hack up a lung.]

[fuckthemancers]

[JFC Ghaleon. Zulf recoils so that the spew doesn't get on his pipe and stares accusingly at him.]

Really.

[four_quarts]

[Oh hush. At least it was just booze and not vomit. Ghaleon wipes his mouth and composes himself again.]

My apologies. You simply reminded me of an old friend for a moment.

[fuckthemancers]

Really? Anyone you would mind talking about?

[windgod]

[Good thing for Rob, Ippo had since gotten over his fear of interactions with people and was more than happy to give his partner a wave and a smile.]

Heya! Happy to be back with the fresh air?

[four_quarts]

Lemia was something of a sister to me. We shared no blood ties of course, but the Ausa family had long been the closest thing to family I had left after the deaths of my tribesmen. At times she would express similar sentiments at the antics of our other friends and at the Magic Guild students. Never at her daughter though; Mia always did have a good head on her shoulders, even when she was small.

[It's clear he was terribly fond of both of them, his smile ringing just a tad more genuine than it usually does.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Zulf's own expression seems to soften a bit as well.]

I've always found that ties of blood aren't always necessary for a family to be made. If she was family, then she was. There are some things in this world that don't always have to be made complicated.

[individuates]

I'm pretty sure he's not going to miss the flaming redhead with his bottles.

[magisperica]

I wanna ask somethin'.

[ yeah that's definitely a bit of a slur to her voice. ]

You don't have to answer if it's like, really bad or whatever but...

What's the worst thing you've ever done?

[dontyoujustwish]

You're going to set yourself on fire?

[dontyoujustwish]

How do you figure that?

[individuates]

[simply arches an eyebrow at her. No, Anya. No.]

…I'm not even going to dignify that one.

[dontyoujustwish]

I think it's inaccurate to describe yourself as flaming unless you actually are.

[individuates]

…are you always this literal?