[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]

Well, if it's leaning more on yes, then it may be worth it to discuss the issue with that person themselves.

[hellpyre]

N-no way! I ain't gonna bring this up with him!

[fuckthemancers]

Well, that's really the only kind of advice I can give you without knowing more about the situation.

So, how have you been besides that?

[hellpyre]

[Rin just... coughed awkwardly at that, grateful for the subject change.]

Okay... ish. I guess.

[fuckthemancers]

You have one of those Pokemon creatures, don't you? That one's been doing well also?

[hellpyre]

Oh, yeah. Tepig. --er I call him Kintaro now. But yeah, he's doin' great. He's an awesome companion.

[fuckthemancers]

That's good to hear. It's nice to have something like them around, isn't it? My own certainly helps keep my mind off things.

[hellpyre]

It is. -- wait which one did you get?

[fuckthemancers]

[In response, Zulf just gives a whistle an waits for a moment. There's soon the sound of stampeding feet, and the Rattle-tail horde comes around the corner of the building. At the head, riding on a feathery steed, is a certain little Cubone waving her bone club.]

[ALL HAIL YOUR GOD, MORTALS- oh daddy, yes, pick her up, please, hi]

[As the bird army mills about, Zulf takes the Cubone and puts her onto his lap. She waves her club with aggressive cheerfulness at Rin.]

This is Mivah.

[hellpyre]

. . . oh my god that is the cutest thing ever.

[The sour mood Rin had been in before melted away, tail wagging excitedly as she bent down and picked Mivah up to hug her tightly.]

You are adorable, yes you are~

[fuckthemancers]

[Well, that's one way to cheer a person up.]

[Zulf lets her take Mivah with no fuss. In turn, the Cubone beams up at her and clings to her shirt. Happy Cubone noises!]

She's been a bit of a handful, but it's been nice having her about.

[hellpyre]

Socutesocute~

[Totally. Cuteness always does the trick.]

That's just how they are. Oshawott and my Tepig are a handful, too.

[Mostly Oshawott.

When Yukio isn't around.]

[fuckthemancers]

At least I'm not the only one. I wonder if those who are from their world could offer us some more tips? I'm sure it would be helpful.

[hellpyre]

Hilda says that's just how they are when they're young, especially if that's their personality. Trainin' them and doing battles helps but only so much.

[fuckthemancers]

Just like any other child then, I suppose.

[hellpyre]

... yeah.

[Well that brought something back to her mind that she was trying very hard to not think about.

She frowns deeply for a second before shaking her head and putting the Cubone down.]

I should get back to the kitchen.

[fuckthemancers]

[Well, that's a peculiar reaction. A light flickers on in Zulf's head, and he raises a hand.]

Actually, just a moment. Could I ask you something?

[hellpyre]

... yeah?

[fuckthemancers]

[This is a very delicate subject matter, so Zulf keeps his voice very low as he asks.]

You're not... pregnant, are you?

[HE KNOWS YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, RIN]

[hellpyre]

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N-n-no! ... no.


. . .


I don't--

... maybe... ?

[fuckthemancers]

[Maybe. Zulf wants to take another deep breath from his pipe, but pauses. After a moment, he snuffs it out respectfully and sets it to the side.]

Alright. What makes you think 'maybe'?

[hellpyre]

[Ohlord don't give her that look she doesn't like that look she doesn't want to have this conversation...]

I-- just... i-it's-- ... I'm uh. Late.

[fuckthemancers]

[Zulf has dated enough people to know what that means. He's by no means an expert, but he has some... vague life experience to rely on.]

By how much?

[hellpyre]

[Better than Zuko.]

Well see I'm pretty regular and I shoulda started like four days ago.

[And the deed was about six days ago]

[fuckthemancers]

Hmm... Well, it's not unusual for something like that to change... Have you been feeling anything else? Perhaps more tired than usual, or headaches?