Player Quest: Obtain and Ingest High Quantities of Liquor

[rebull]

Who: The Summoner and anyone that happens upon him
When: Later this evening
Where: The Middle district and whatever bar and/or store he finds himself in
Style: Action
Status: Open

[Guess everyone's still pretty busy with quests and all that, but- Summoner's kind of got a few other issues he's dealing with right now and those are what set him on his new quest: Get sloshed.]

[It's tricky though, because he's technically 'not allowed' to do so, but you know what? Fuck the man, and fuck his rules, and he is going to drink if he damn well wants to drink. He's too old for this hoofbeast play.]

[Perhaps you see our bard out on his quest, looking rather adamant as he moves through the middle district? Or maybe you see this aligerious man in the alcohol section of a shop, or most likely at the counter of a local bar, nursing a glass of some strong smelling spirit. Either way, he could probably use the companionship during his binge, anything to get his mind clear as he pumps liquor into his blood stream.]

[Or perhaps you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to stumble upon him while he's already bronze cheeked and feeling fine elsewhere, outside somewhere, mostly likely nearby where he had been drinking before, leaning up against something or sitting down on a bench- well collapsed on a bench like some kind of vagrant. Perhaps, perhaps.]

[Oh, and mind the horns and wings, they're a little cumbersome in small, packed places like pubs and stores.]

[OOC: Probably good to specify at what point in the night your character finds him in the title of your tag, just to makes things a little smoother.]

Comments

The Bar

[shesapir8]

[Her own response to things she can't really deal with is drinking. It had always been like that, when the grate of other's feelings pressed to hard on her mind, booze an easy way to shut it down. She had perfected the amount she could take to block it and still be flawless in controlling others or even just managing to be capable of other more mundane tasks.

But right now, with her own heart and head in such a confused mess, the booze she has at home is no where near enough. She'd heard of a bar being somewhere in this place and she sets off, scowling at anyone who dare comes to close. Her rogue outfit is it's own annoyance, but at least that doesn't want to try and have contact with her.

It takes a bit to find the bar, as unfamiliar with the place as she is, and by the time she gets there Summoner's probably had more then a few drinks. And it's not like she can't spot him, her brain instantly locks onto the horns and wings, familiar things of her past.

But for once she does pause. She should go. He doesn't want to see her, that was clear. And over something like this she was ok to give him that. But even as her mind tells her to walk away, find alcohol elsewhere she finds herself stepping forward, taking a seat a few away from him and staring down at the bartop.

Her voice cracks a little when she speaks, throat dry]

I... neither of us meant to.

[rebull]

[Drinking's always been kind of a blessing for him as well, though he didn't do it much anymore. It was better to keep a clear mind, and here he promised Darkleer he wouldn't after- a little mishap. But again he's finding himself to be rather frustrated and it's extremely difficult trying to make himself not think about the other two.]

[So drinking it is, even if he shouldn't. He'll be all right, public place, people are less likely to start shit when there's plenty of wandering eyes about.]

[The sound of dragging glass is heard as Summoner pulls his glass to him, sighing as he lifts it, feeling a slight buzz but barely enough to wash away the trifles in his mind. So conversations are heard around him from others. Mostly small talk, talk of quests, of the curse, but certain words break through it, if he had his commune he might've seen her come in, something, but no. He just has those words to hang on and he tenses a little, glancing down the bar at her for a moment.]

Mean to what? [Sighs, lifting his glass, jingling the ice a little before tipping it back.] Because one thing ya can't help, and the other thing yeah, you should be apologizing for that.

[shesapir8]

[Her own drink comes to her in a few seconds, ice clinking against the glass as she lifts it. The alcohol burns only slightly as she downs it in a second, needing it before she can speak again. Needing it to steady herself, make the world seem a little straighter.

She summons another, inhaling deep and exhaling slowly. The world is off kilter, mixed up and confusing in a way she can't really understand. She's never had to deal with two sets on romantic feelings at the same time, not true ones. And now she doesn't know how to, especially not when it's so twisted and wrapped tight around all of them, like a noose.

She doesn't know how to get out of this one.]

Everything? [Another slow sigh, another drink, though this time she sips rather then sculls.] I. If I could chose to I would feel anything. About either of you to be honest.

I... I didn't say anything because I didn't want it to be anything. Giving shit a name makes it something, and not just something I can ignore. It means I accept that. You of all people should understand that.

[rebull]

Wow thanks- [A sigh, giving a bitter laugh.]

I'd rather keeping go through this strain than not for it myself, even if it's, uh... not the easiest. How I feel for the two of you is worth it enough. [Another sigh, finishing his glass and tapping the bar for a second. The tender acknowledges and Summoner thanks with one of the more sincere smiles he's worn tonight.]

I guess- uh, a younger me woulda been scared of the title too. [Shrugs, staring into his now full glass.] But it's pretty dumb to just ignore something that's happening, it's not- [His brows furrow, getting silent for a moment.]

It's not going to just go away.

Outside the bar | Preeetty late

[stridercentric]

[Now that the curse has been going on for more than a week and most interesting quests have been dealt with, Bro's been getting a bit bored. The current quaint ambiance of Vatheon is still a nice change from what the city's usually like, but he hopes new quests will be posted to the board soon. That way, he can spend his time more productively.

As for tonight, he's just wandering through the city at random, enjoying the sights and hoping he'll run into anything interesting. C'mon, it's an RPG city, there must be something.

Oh. There's the Summoner, passed out on a bench. That's pretty interesting, he supposes, though it could be either in a good way or in a bad way. Only one way to find out. He approaches, shuffles his feet, casts an idle glance around the area, then finally extends a hand to the Summoner's upper arm to give him a little shake.]

[rebull]

[Something, you'd think right? Maybe some quest on the fly, some lady with a cat to get down from a tree, a mugger with a purse who's running like hell- or a drunk bard on a bench. His instrument isn't to be found, hid away in his sylladex for now, so his hands are free to hang on the back of the bench as he tilts his head back. He's not- passed out... okay maybe slightly. He's just resting his eyes.]

[The shake startles him though, sitting up quick and moving to grab Bro's wrist but misses entirely. It just causes him to chuckle a little before looking up to him. Summoner doesn't look unkempt by any means, but there's that kind of lazy look to him that tends to accompany a rather copious amount of alcohol drank. His eyes are a little darker, face a bronze, and he leans back into his seat again when he realizes who this is.]

Hey you~

[stridercentric]

[It's kind of amazing how drunk trolls can look similar to drunk humans even though their features are different. And if the flushed face wasn't already enough of a tip-off, that fail grab at Bro's wrist sure is a dead giveaway. He takes a step back, attempting to move his hands into his pockets, only to remember this outfit doesn't have any. It's not the first time this week he's made that mistake. Well, he'll just... leave his hands on his hips, then.]

Hey right back atcha. Is that a liberal amount of alcohol in your bloodstream, or are you just happy to see me?

Outside the bar, late

[flared]

[You know, what the heck. He hasn't seen you in a while.

But, goodness. What a state to find you in.

With most of the interesting quests done with, Axel's taken to the rooftops for the night, feeling restless without something to do. It's from the roof of one building he sees the horns first and pauses. Ah, another one of those troll guys, right? For a moment he doesn't do a thing but stare, but eventually after finding a little pebble beside him he picks it up and just... chucks it at the guy while he enjoys that bench. Because why not.]

[rebull]

[Been a bit, hey? May be a little hard to remember who you or a lot of people are in this state. But that's all right! He's feeling pre-tty dang fantastic right about now.]

[Except that pebble- it's an air attack! And Summoner flinches a little, suddenly wide eyed as he stares at the ground, wandering very intently about where whatever hit him went. He leans over in his seat, blinking a few times and shaking his head, feeling like he could just tilt right out of his seat before he finally starts to pick at the rocky sidewalk under his feet.]

[Pebble...was it a pebble... what now.]

Dangit- oh but wait! [If it was thrown at him it musta come from- He jerks his head fast to look up and around suspiciously. Trying to see where ever that whatever came from.]

I know y-you're there- come out- I w-won't stand for another assault.

[flared]

[Watching this guy try to figure out just what the heck happened is like watching prime time comedy. Axel can barely keep himself from laughing.

Eventually he does make himself known, though, as he dangles his feet over the edge of the roof he's on and calls out.]

Up here, sunshine.

Late at night

[thekidsare0kay]

[Sollux is feeling insomniac tonight and wandering the streets in search of something to tire himself out. It's odd for him to do it on foot, but currently he doesn't have psychic powers, only muscles.

The horns attract his attention, and there's no mistaking them. He turns his feet in that direction, then plunks himself down on the bench beside him]

Hey.

Re: Late at night

[rebull]

[Well they are trolls after all, even if they get a human sleeping schedule, being out at night is still more appealing, so sometimes you just gotta take a walk out at night.]

[At night, yeah, the dark is forgiving to his bloodshot eyes, not that they look too blood shot, orange doing well to mix with the yellows of his eyes. But the lighting isn't taking his focus right now, the weight of someone sitting next to him does and it's-

it's-]

Who're- wha?

[Sollux, you look... Not like Sollux, what is happening, he hasn't seen you yet and it a bit taken aback by your- um- physique. Well, taken aback kind of, it's more surprise, and feeling very much like he should not think you look attractive right now.]

[OH WAIT, he knows why you shouldn't look attractive, because you're-]

Wha- Watt?

[thekidsare0kay]

[Oh... that sure is a powerful alcohol stench. Sollux wrinkles his nose and sighs]

Yep, it's me. But you probably need to think of a different nickname for me this week, since I don't light up right now.

vagrant Summoner, please, so Sufferer can get all self-righteous at him

[onlyasign]

[This is a scene that's starting to get all too familiar, and this time, the alcohol fumes wafting off Summoner tell Sufferer that it wasn't chocolate he overindulged in this time. Good thing this bard outfit still has a cloak; Sufferer sits down beside Summoner and tries to tuck his cloak over the other troll's shoulders.]

Hey.

wow don't even, he's got love life issues, that allows him to drink

[rebull]

Tch-!? [Whoa touching suddenly, but, no actually it's kind of warm. So after the jump from sudden company's arrival, he leans in a little, turning his head to see who this blanket is. Also he's not paying too much attention to where his horns are going so apologies if they hit you in the face, Signless.]

[But the smell of booze is awful thick, one's almost able to taste it in the air as soon as he opens his mouth after glancing up to the other. Summoner adjusts a little, not liking the feeling of something covering his wings and pressing them flush to his back, but realizing who's sitting with him makes him stop.]

I'm uh- I'm pretty gone right now, huh? [Said with a small laugh as he leans his cheek against Signless's shoulder.]

he *always* has love life issues

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer feels Summoner shifting, and remembers how sensitive he is about his wings. He adjusts the cloak so it's more around Summoner's shoulders and not pinning his wings down any longer, then sighs and gently smoothes back his hair.]

Yeah, I'd say you are. [Pet pet.] Want to talk about it?

The Bar

[crabbygenius]

[It just so happens that Washu is out and about when she sees a familiar favorite troll heading into a bar. Don't mind if she decides to duck in just as he's getting a glass of something.

Upon approach, she can tell it's something strong. The warrior dressed scientist raises an eyebrow and decides to take a seat on the bar stool next to him.]

I'll have whatever he's having.

Now I just need to know why we're drinking before either one of us gets hammered.

[Well, before he gets hammered. Washu doubted there was enough alcohol in the entire bubble for her to get sloshed.]

[rebull]

Whiskey it is- Hold it well, do ya? [Summoner chimes after hearing her voice and glancing to her as she takes a seat at his side. He had no mind for company really, but hers wasn't something he'd push away, Washu was rather pleasant to be around he's found. Intelligent girl, seemed pretty strong willed too, he liked it.]

Hammered? Who said anything about that. [A smile, tipping his glass back again as the tender supplies Washu with a beast of her own.] Not that I uh, said anything against it either. [A kind of tired smile following his words, setting the glass back down and pulling in a breath.]

[crabbygenius]

You could say that. [She smiles up at him even as the bartender hands her the drink. Good, he's not telling her to get lost. Not that it would work. It just made keeping him company and hopefully out of trouble all that much easier.

...Not that she'd really do the last part. Maybe just direct him to less harmful trouble.]

You didn't need to. I can tell. Besides, it's been awhile since I've been drunk myself. Maybe we should make a night of it if you can give me the right reason for it.

[She picks up her glass and tips back a good half of the whiskey before setting the glass down with a faint smirk.] So tell mommy Washu why we're getting drunk tonight~.

Shortly after the comm message

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple arrives in the middle district, slightly winded from the trek. Her robes were heavy and made themselves a nuisance constantly as she walked anywhere. Their hindrance coupled with the weakness she felt imposed upon her by the curse, she was breathing heavier then she would have liked.]

[Finally she was here, though, now just to find the sloshed bronzeblood. She scans the area around the few bars that she knows of, hoping his horns are a giveaway. They did make him easy to find in a crowd.]

[rebull]

[Pretty big change for a girl that normally dressed pretty light, light in order to get around faster, pounce, fight, robes like that? Hardly helps at all. Summoner's been having some problems with his attire too, rather confining and just with too much... going on. He supposes it didn't really look that bad, but someone like Darkleer could pull this off a hell of a lot better than he can.]

[Crowd? Not too much of one, it's really damn late, and he's teetering in and out of consciousness. But it's... it's a good feeling, all that's in his mid thoughts of what his senses are perceiving. The sound of people here and there, the smell of the city, always with that tinge of salt to it, how warm he feels. Nothing deep, only shallow thoughts of what's going on right now.]

[Which really? Is exactly how he wants it right about now.]

[feralfanatic]

[The it is fortunate it is late, and he stands out, as her senses have been dulled as much as her lithe frame has as a result of becoming a 'support' class. She sights the stumbling bronzeblood with a smile, and makes her way over to him, still carrying the front part of her robe off the ground.]

Oh my, you almost look as far gone as I barely remember feeling with that damned gluttony curse.

Late late laaaaate

[shesapir8]

[Finding him isn't too hard. He had always been fond of sleeping in the trees, and while it takes some wandering it's not that hard to find the tree with a hive built into it. Even with that much alcohol in her system it's not that hard.

What's hard when drunk, is working out how to climb a tree again. Or how to climb a tree with a bottle of alcohol still in your hand. Eventually she works it out, squishing the cork back into the bottle and clenching it with her teeth. Climbing is slow still, Mindfang having to stop every few limbs to steady herself, alcohol sending her head whirling.

But she makes it up there, huffing and sitting on his floor for a bit before getting up and looking around. He's easy to spot, and she smiles warmly, putting her drink on the floor at her feet. He looks younger sleeping, even with lines and scars she doesn't recognise to show he kept on aging. He looks younger and warm and she can't help but come over, kicking off her boots before curling up next to him, adjusting his arms till she fits neatly against him, head resting on his biceps.

Sleep sounds good actually]

Re: Late late laaaaate

[rebull]

[After long and short adventures from his bar leave, along with a few interactions by common and uncommon faces, he's finally got himself back to his hive. His hive being that rather impressive self constructed tree hive, using the help of branches from surrounding trees. He had to build it a big big after all, horns and all, and that had been before he knew a way to shrink them down here and there.]

[So it's not like he can't find it in his drunken stupor, and someone could've helped him- he doesn't really remember. But through the haze of his drunken stupor Summoner's noticed one important thing:

blankets are really damn comfortable.]

[Especially when he has a bunch of them and pillows all just laying in the same spot. Which he does. The concept of a bed wasn't too alien to him because he's had to sleep on ground mats and the like with his war, recuperacoons were too much of a hassle to move constantly. So he had done well to switch over to full on beds when he gotten here, even if he 'bed' is literally just a pile of blankets, pillows, and various other soft sashes and clothes. It was fantastic to let gravity do it's work though, falling right into that plethora of welcoming quilts and cushions. Then it was a matter of seconds, some powerful liquor drenched seconds, before he was sent shooting towards dream land.]

[Dreamland which seemed to be now supplying him with a rather familiar shape and chill that suddenly is- right next to him.]

Mmmn- [A shift, moving a little in his slumber. Soon there's cool waves sliding over his fingers and a surface of new cloth unfamiliar to his current pile. A breath, pushing that hand further into the cool waves, soon grazing over something hard, of a familiar shape. His hand's searching through Mindfang's hair, thick, a little unruly, but something he's familiar with, finger brushing over her horn at one point too. His mind doesn't question it, it's normal, right, he knows this feeling. His other hand stays rested at her side, starting to feel the chilled contrast of her face near his neck. Perhaps he could feel it through his shirt if he still didn't have on that elaborate getup. But none of these stir him just yet, mindlessly rubbing his fingers in place. The movement's are subtle and done without him waking at all, not yet anyway.]

[shesapir8]

[The booze wins out quickly even over her and sleep comes easily. Recuperacoons were something she had lived without for a long time, even before him, and the pile of soft things doesn't bother her. Not when there's a familiar shape, a familiar warmth next to her, and she feels so very safe. There's no way she's going to be harmed here her mind tells her, and she trust her mind.

Mindfang wriggles a little closer when the Summoner does, one leg being thrown carelessly over his as she tries to leech all the heat she can get. She had always loved the warmth, how it seeped into her very bones, and when drunk it only becomes more apparent if anything.] Mmm... [Her own little content murmur escapes her as she feels the hand in her hair, gentle even as it pulls on some knots, a slight shiver running through her as a finger brushes over her horn and she presses her face to his chest.

It's so nice and warm. Sweet and soft and safe. She could stay here forever, never go back to the real world. For a second a frown brushes over her face at the thought of the real world but the fingers rubbing against her scalp push that away. She groans softly again, and stretches almost like a cat, making a noise like a soft purr as she settles, half on top of him.]