[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

[fuckthemancers]

...I know the feeling.

If it's any consolation... [He looks at the smoke twisting in the air, sighing out more of it.] People can be astonishingly forgiving, even when we say we don't deserve it.

[four_quarts]

[This gets a bitter laugh.]

Even ignoring my attempt to rule the world as its new god in my rage and grief, I personally sealed her power and memories for a time, and brought our home crashing down from the sky. If she never forgave me, I could hardly blame her for it.

[He sighs and lays down, cheek resting on the tabletop.]

...Still, terrible as this may sound, I do not regret my actions. I would rather her have lived hating me than to allow her to have been killed to allow my fractured idea of justice to come to pass. My people may be descended from monsters, but to kill family is... And when dear little Mia stood with the others against me that final time, I could not...

[His next words trail off into incoherence, and he seems as much looking through Zulf as at him.]

[fuckthemancers]

Sometimes it's easier to deal with that hatred as well than anything else. At least, it would seem simpler.

[Zulf folds his hands together, brow furrowed.]

[four_quarts]

I can deal with the hatred of others; in a way, to be hated for what I have done is preferable to the vague distrust of people who judge based upon what I am. Self-hatred on the other hand... Regret... That is a burden much too heavy for me to carry.

[Ghaleon closes his eyes.]

...I think most hold their regrets so long that they forget how to put them down.

[fuckthemancers]

...You seem a rather philosophical drunk, if I may say so.

[four_quarts]

Mm. I had quite a long time to sort through the more painful emotions, and the part of me that felt like doing foolish things with friends died with the man I held dearest. What is left but philosophy?

[fuckthemancers]

Resolving your issues, perhaps?

[Someone is riding the hypocrite train]

[four_quarts]

[Not even going to bother opening his eyes to answer that one.]

You're projecting, dear.

[fuckthemancers]

Hardly. [Okay maybe a little] However, it must be a dreary life if all that's left for it is philosophy.

[four_quarts]

On the contrary, I happen to have a number of other hobbies that keep my life from being dull, although I don't doubt most would be highly inadvisable when intoxicated.

You, however, dear Zulf, seem to do little but work, smoke, and worry over others.

[fuckthemancers]

Please don't do anything after how much you've drank.

As for what I've been doing in my past time, well, considering our situation, I would think it's perfectly normal to do any of those three things.

[four_quarts]

Normal, if terribly unhealthy. If you have no other way to destress than smoking, you will find both your body and mind slowly break. I may no longer be a priest, but as one of the few healers here I can hardly allow you to continue down this path without ample warning of the consequences.

[fuckthemancers]

[This is certainly a conversational path that he wasn't exactly expecting, and Zulf's shoulders hunch up defensively.]

I'm managing on my own, thank you quite so.

[four_quarts]

[Ghaleon actually sits up properly to frown at Zulf.]

After how you reacted during the plague, I really don't think you are. Perhaps that particular issue has been resolved, but I highly doubt it was the only one that might trigger another breakdown.

[fuckthemancers]

I highly doubt I am going to have another breakdown while I'm trying to take a break and enjoy myself after we've all been talking so much.

[He's getting a bit snappish, he knows, but it's a sore subject and he'd rather not be berated by a drunk.]

[four_quarts]

[He may be drunk, but he's a drunk who's over a thousand years old. He's seen some shit, man.]

Oh, of course not now. It's far too bright with the relief of escaping death once again. No, the pain comes when no one else is there to witness it. Trust me, I know all too well how this works.

[fuckthemancers]

Do you now> Do you know how it works well enough to know that I'm getting quite sick of this conversation?

[four_quarts]

I do, and that is why I leave you here. I've said my piece, and I'm sure you're quite sick of my voice now.

Good day, sir.

[With that he gets up surprisingly gracefully and walks away.]