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thebastion2014-09-27 10:46 am
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[Day 230] We're still not dead! Time to get drunk until we are
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.
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.
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Uh, well ... we ... we've made out. That's about the extent of it ...
[ She kinda wants to go farther than that but she has no idea how to bring it up to N ... ]
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[Well.
Shit.
She really doesn't want to talk to Anya about this...]
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[ Aaaand then it made sense. ]
You and Ryuuji did it?
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[ Well. ]
... Can I ... ask what it was like?
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[trying to... not turn as red as a beet while answering.]
I mean. I liked it. A lot. I... it was a little awkward 'cause... y'know...
[Totally new to it.]
B-but I liked it! I did. But...
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[ That 'but' at the end was worrying. ]
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I... I thought we did everythin' right, y'know. Erm... protection-wise?
[There's another unspoken "but" in there.]
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[ It didn't take much for the additional unspoken 'but' to click for her. ]
You're pregnant?
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I-I don't know! I don't but-- I'm late and I'm fuckin' terrified we screwed up and that I might be!
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[ Here, Rin, have a hug. ]
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N-no...
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If you want, I can go with you to the hospital?
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Th-that's even worse! My brother is the only doctor here now!
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I guess if I start gettin' all fat and shit...
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... They may even suspect something's up before then. I hate to break it to you, but you're a pretty terrible liar, Rin.
[ Rin, she's telling you this as one of your best friends. ]
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[She's just
gonna put her face in her hands and hide now.]
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The best thing to do would be to find out for sure, even if it means talking to your brother about it. You should probably talk to Ryuuji about it before you go to Yukio, too. It's really important, Rin.
My offer still stands, too. I'll definitely go with you to get things checked out. Hey, maybe Yukio will take it easy on you if I'm there too?
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... Yuki is gonna be so pissed at me.
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[They had been doing so good, too...]
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And really, it was only natural that Rin was so upset. This was scary. Hilda couldn't even imagine what kind of fear she was feeling right now.
Hilda just shut up from there, opting to just sit there by Rin and try to comfort her. ]
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She is kind of glad that Hilda is there, though, if only because she knows she's going to start crying any second and she doesn't want to be alone with that.]
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At this point, Hilda figures it's probably better if Rin figures out what to do on her own. She's given her suggestions, she's being moral support, that's about all she can really do.
She sighs and moves to take one of Rin's hands into her own, gently squeezing it. Hey, she's here for you.
No homo.](no subject)
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