[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

[freedom_engineer]

[Colin rolls his eyes and leans against the table. He's very glad that his dad was an alcoholic, 'cause if he didn't know how bad that shit could get, he might be driven to drink.]

Me. Yukio. Rosethorn. Our medical staff is a little light, in case you haven't noticed.

[daughterofursa]

...yeah. Even if not everyone agrees, at least they have the chance to speak up. There have been too many cases lately of small groups of people deciding things that could impact everyone.

We can't have this be something that happens behind people's backs.

[daughterofursa]

I know enough for a field dressing. [And how to handle burns but she shouldn't have to say that one.]

Jay mentioned he had some medical knowledge.

[gianthobo]

It seems to do better in my experience. Perhaps people with different leadership roles - someone in charge of food, someone in charge of power, someone in charge of defense, and so on.

[fuckthemancers]

[That makes him give a bit of a grin, fingers rubbing against the pipe between his fingers.]

I suppose it would depend on what you find interesting. Beyond Ura and miners, I haven't found too many curious about rocks and dirt.

[gianthobo]

[Hello boozefriend. AZ wanders nearby, and nods.]

What is it?

[croceamors]

Add me to that list as well. It's just basic knowledge to keep someone from dying until proper help arrives, and the most basic of healing spells, but that should be enough.

[He glances over their small group that's spoken up, crossing his arms.]

...Maybe one more person, and this could be a decent start in terms of experience.

[amourtician]

I'm sure the company would make it more than worthwhile! And it'd be ... good to get you somewhere private, darling.

[He's positively purring.]

[bastionpc]

I've run into a bit of trouble. Well, two bits, if we're going to be exact.

I suppose the most pressing one is that I'm starting to run out of supplies for the spirits.

[wayofvoice]

I agree. Getting this to be widely known is perhaps the only part of any difficulty. Some prefer to keep their time here as simple as is possible.

[wayofvoice]

It is merely a matter of finding those with the skill and inclination for such roles.

What would be the most vital, in your opinion?

[fuckthemancers]

[Hold on, give him a second here, something is clicking past all the weed]

...Are you propositioning me?

[It's not really a negative reaction so much as it's an utterly befuddled one, which could be a plus depending on your levels of optimism.]

[amourtician]

[Jay laughs, lightly. He's blushing.]

Ah, yes, darling. I am, in fact, propositioning you. You, ah. You really look like you could use ... some distraction from your woes.

[He smiles, winningly.]

Haven't you noticed I've been ... acting interested?

[blackblooded]

I can heal, but I don't know how to teach anyone medicine. We don't usually need medics. [The most serious injury Crona can think of was Rin getting hurt when Night died.]

[daughterofursa]

There aren't that many of us. We can knock on doors if we have to.

[blackblooded]

I'd vote for you, if we get to vote. [Aoi has a very good point.]

If we have too many, it's just as bad as having no one.

... We didn't need anyone, but there are lots more people now.

[heptagram]

[Patchouli is mostly just examining what liquor is available. She didn't have any drinks last time and knows nothing about them.

Why don't you ask her if she needs help?]

[fuckthemancers]

[Jay isn't alone, if that's any consolation, and the flush spreading across Zulf's face is extremely noticeable due to the usual pale Ura skin.]

I thought you were drunk the last time!

[...Which he was, to be fair.]

[blackblooded]

[The little paths are the easiest, but Crona has gone out into the wilderness for days, walked and walked straight off the map.]

I'll show you. [Crona carefully runs a finger along the page, tracing out the paths but not willing to make any marks with a pen. A pause, to make sure Zulf is paying enough attention.]

[amourtician]

Well, yes, but I was entirely serious, too! I can be drunk and mean things I say, darling. It's a skill.

[He cocks his head to one side and parts his lips in a moue.]

So, ah. What do you say?

[wayofvoice]

One would be surprise how easy it is for information to miss so many...

[And then they don't listen, like how so many still venture out on their own despite what happened to Night.]

We must take care.

[wayofvoice]

This will be discussed with all, Vokunsumah. Whether one or some, and who. We will see what our Bastion has to say.

[fuckthemancers]

[Fortunately, Zulf has a good memory for these sort of things and just keeps strict attention. There's a small nod as Crona pauses.]

I have ti so far.

[fuckthemancers]

I, ah... [His hands come together, pipe still held, and he finds himself rubbing at his ring finger without really thinking about it.] I don't think I'd really do well in romance.

[amourtician]

[Jay's face falls, but only for an instant. He recovers almost immediately.]

Well, ah. It doesn't have to be romantic in the slightest, darling. If you're ... not the sort to go for lengthy emotional entanglements.