[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]

…are you always this literal?

[dontyoujustwish]

Yes.

What do you mean if it doesn't involve fire?

[individuates]

It's called figurative language. You know, like similes? Metaphors?

[dontyoujustwish]

Yes, but I don't know this one. Explain it to me.

[individuates]

[sigh]

Flaming. Like fire, right? You follow me so far? And fire has a multitude of colours. Like yellow and orange and red. Not unlike my hair. So people - your people, I hasten to add - use that word to describe hair like mine. No actual fire involved.

Just like when someone has a fiery personality they do not, in fact, go around spitting out flames.

[dontyoujustwish]

I've seen people whose hair looked much more like fire than yours.

And who are "my people" anyway?

[individuates]

That's beside the point.

You people. You know. Foreigners.

[dontyoujustwish]

The entire rest of the world outside of Japan does not refer to your hair using the same metaphor.

[individuates]

Exactly how much of the entire rest of the world have you seen?

[dontyoujustwish]

Quite a lot of it. My job took me all over the world.

[individuates]

And you seriously never heard that expression in your life before?

[dontyoujustwish]

Not in all 1125 years, no.

[individuates]

[he lives with a half-kitsune, a shikigami, and a dhampire -1125 years is not really a big deal to him anymore]

If anything, I'm starting to question your world experience rather than my education.

[dontyoujustwish]

[She wasn't stating it to impress, it's just a fact.]

Just because I haven't heard one expression about an uncommon hair color?

[individuates]

In a thousand years.

You memory might be starting to go after all.

[dontyoujustwish]

No, it isn't.

I remember the men I've punished quite vividly.

[individuates]

I swear to god, if this is another thing about your sex life, I really don't wanna know.

[dontyoujustwish]

Of course not. You don't punish men with sex, you do it with disembowelment or spontaneous combustion.

[individuates]

And here I thought you had some weird Dom thing going on when you talked about punishment.

[…disembowelment…? Really though…?]

Yeesh. You truly are medieval, aren't you?

[dontyoujustwish]

[Hey, she could have gone into detail.]

It is when I was born. Unless that's another one of your metaphors.