vatheon | Player Quest: Obtain and Ingest High Quantities of Liquor

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Player Quest: Obtain and Ingest High Quantities of Liquor

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.]

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[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.

Edited 2013-03-19 22:12 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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~

[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.

[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?

Edited 2013-03-20 21:02 (UTC)

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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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.

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.

[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?

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~.

[She pauses, alcohol sitting in her mouth as she lowers the glass and finally swallows. She had gotten the impression this was tearing him apart, at least having to deal with his feelings for her still existing. She thought he would give anything to get rid of them, so he could not have all that extra trouble.]

Would you? Do you really want all this extra trouble? I'm not going to give up and neither is here and I suppose that's what sparked this all. [A low groan. Why did Darkleer have to become less of a doormat god] If I could stop wanting you, or at least get... over how selfish I can be and put your happiness first I'd be a better person.

Then again I suppose you'd have nothing left to pity me for because I really would be perfection. [A snort, as she takes another long sip, mulling over her thoughts and trying to put them in order]

A younger you was scared of all titles. [Man she's not even sure if he's labelling that thing he's having with GHB because yeah she can see those signs] Says who? Who says I can't find... some way, some how to keep this stupid thing platonic. I could always try and kill him, a proper relationship wouldn't do that, would it?

[A loooooooong sip] ... It was easier with the dragon. Fuck, it was even easier with Dualscar, even if he fucked it up in the end.

[Mmm yeah, lat that alcohol burn the inside of your mouth, he's been doing that as well. The sting of it biting at his tongue and throat, it's partially why he set out to do this, partially yes- the other part being his desire to get rather out of it as the night dragged on. But the company of this sparkling liquid was just enjoyable throughout the journey as well.]

[Oh Mindfang, Summoner's never been that type of person, he's always fought for what was important. And as much as he disliked problems like this, as much as he allowed himself to fly away from them, he never really flew away to escape them entirely. He's never been a coward, that he can say for himself, he just- doesn't know how to confront this one quite yet. But he- he loves her, and loves Darkleer, enough to go through this. Better to have loved than lost than to never have loved at all- he can understand that saying now.]

I don't want the trouble, hell, I- I know I'd be happy without it, but it's happening, and I need to- figure things out. [Ugh, this is not what he wanted to think about while guzzling down alcohol, actually, it's the opposite of it.]

And being with either of you, it's, it's worth it, so I'll just get through it some how. [A snort, glancing at her.] You- [Holding his glass still as he points at her.] Are not perfect. [But her thinking that only adds to the pity he feels, pompous, blind gal as she his. He sips at his drink again.]

I never said you couldn't, but uh, the fact that you're trying to keep it platonic means it'd go another way naturally. And me, ah, I've always been a natural kinda troll. [Another laugh, that dragon, now there's a subject he'd rather talk about.]

Heh, Pyral was pretty hot headed alright, surprising you and her never took the dive. [Chuckles.] As for Dualscar, well- 'least he tried. And- uh, died, but hey, he gave it a shot, quadrants have caused- [His eyes slim and bit, stopping that train of thought with another drink.]

You're pockets- [What we're you saying now.]

Huh? Yeah, happy to see y-you, who wouldn't be. [A chuckle.] Maybe your pockets, since you both seem to have uh, broken up, looks like. [He still saw that fumble, Bro, no pockets, hey, he'd make the mistake too.]

[Why would he? She's certainly neither of the people troubling his mind right now, and he didn't even tell Mindfang to buzz off. Washu's pretty golden as far as Summoner's concerned, they're relationship being trouble free and he's got absolutely no problem with that.]

The right reason, hm, and uh, why don't you give me a hint? [A coy smile, glancing over to her.]

I mean if my pleasant company isn't enough that is. [He shrugs his shoulders, busying his lips with the rim of his glass instead of answering her question. The sting of his drink is nothing compared to the 'what' she's asking about. Summoner swallows, closing his eyes and shaking his head.]

Ah, but there's just a few reasons that get a trouble old troll like me sitting counter side. Wouldn't be hard to guess if you gave it a try, heh, I sure as hell ain't drinking for any war right now.

[He'll just pretend he did that fumble on purpose. Yup. Totally did that for the irony.]

It's just a temporary break. My pockets'll come crawlin' back to me soon enough. [He grins widely.] By the way, correct me if I'm way off here, but I seem to remember somethin' about you not drinking.

Well I'm certainly drinking now. [Pauses, laying is head back, arms still rested up on the back of the bench.]

Drinking now, drinking earlier rather heh.

[It's hard for it to really irritated her nowdays, mouth too used to the oh so familiar burn. Sure blocking her empath abilities was nice, but sweeps upon sweeps of drinking had only increased her tolerance to the substance. And now it's going to take her so much more to get properly drunk and he has a head start.

So with that in her mind, she finishes the drink off, summoning another from the tender.]

How are you going to figure it out? This shit... it usually doesn't happen. Not like this. Corpses can come back, but not like this. [More drinking. That's the whole problem, isn't it. She's dead, and yet she's not, not anymore]

Even if you work it out, one of us isn't going to end up where we want. [And she's a little worried about how likely it might be here.. Even if she scoffs, flicking her hair back with her hand] You. Are blind then. I am perfection incarnate. [You can't puncture this ego. And lbh, this rogue outfit is only helping her assets.]

[There's a huffy sigh though, because she knows he's right. She knows fighting it, fighting herself as much as she fights him is only going to make it worse.] Natural is uncontrollable. Why the hell would anyone really want that? Too many variables when it all comes down and you're far too likely to be the one getting fucked up.

[Lazy sigh as she slumps forward a little] God that beast hated me. If she was a troll I would have. She reminded me a lot of her little charge and the Neophyte did seem like a ton of fun if you could get her out of all that red tape. [slow sip] He had his moments. But he thought he was still an option, which was a laugh. Should have told that joke to the Subjuggulators.

Yeah, I can see that. [He gives a nonchalant shrug.]

I ain't an expert on troll drinking habits, but if it were me, I'd be sleeping that shit off in the comfort of my own home.

Yeah- thanks for reminding me I'm gonna hurt one of you again. [His expression looking a little pained as he glances away. That's the problem, hurting either of them, the issue isn't about what will make him happy, it's about making them happy, and he can't really do that for both. Maybe he should be more focused on what's best for him, but he never thinks about his issues like that, always getting caught up in hurting others.]

No you're not, if you were, I'd never pity you. [Another laugh. Perfection, doesn't exist. Also it kind of takes away the need of a pity quadrant entirely, can't really pity someone's that's perfect- unless they're perfect to pity, and well, that's a different story entirely.] Sure are perfect in some ways, but not every way. [Some ways, right, let's just say that rogue outfit's one of the reasons he's never looking directly at her.]

Rather me than other people, Fang, you know that. [Coming from a man who's accepted his death will be due to his rebellion, his death will be for his people, his cause. He doesn't need some fancy bobble to know that. And all he needs right now is this beautiful crystalline lady sitting neatly hugged by his fingers. Hey you, you gorgeous thing, come here, give us a kiss- yeah. And he'll set the glass right back down and ask for his next.]

'Course she hated you, you kinda deserve it with the Neophyte and all. I know she could tell one hell of a joke. [Pyral had much to say about her troll after all. Summoner knew more about the Neophyte than he really should've.]

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Player Quest: Obtain and Ingest High Quantities of Liquor

The Bar

Outside the bar | Preeetty late

Outside the bar, late

Late at night

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

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

The Bar

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