And Booze!

[untilidie]

WHO: Marisa Kirisame, Reimu Hakurei, and literally anyone else who feels like dropping by
WHAT: A few days ago, Marisa talked about organizing an ice breaker of sorts. Tonight, it's happening.
WHEN: Early April
WHERE: Bars around Nightwake
WARNINGS: Alcohol, bad decisions

-6pm-

The evening started at the Summer Guild Hall, with snacks and just kind of hanging around and chatting until a few people showed up. Everyone was still sober at this point. Things are a little bit awkward right now since most of you don't know each other, but there's chips and dip, though, and someone provided a veggie tray.

-8pm-

Eventually the group made their way to a pool hall. Drinks are flowing at this point, but no one is likely particularly drunk at this point unless they're really working at it. Play some billiards, drink some beer, get some overpriced nachos, and get to know your fellow partyers.

-10pm-

After some pool, the group wandered over to a karaoke bar. Prepare for terrible singing (or maybe some of you actually CAN sing??? Marisa sure can't, at least.). Maybe link a song that captures the vibes of what your character is singing and give us some idea of how well they're singing it. Sing a duet with someone! Heckle people for being terrible at this! Get cold feet and pass the microphone off to someone else! The options are endless!

-12am-

After singing their hearts out, the group that was still awake staggered along to a dive bar. The clientele are keeping to themselves, the barkeeper looks surly, the drinks are suspicious, and the room is filled with gloomy corners. This is the part of the night where you semi-incoherently lay your deepest secrets bare to people who you don't know that well but are perfectly confident that these are the most important and trustworthy people in the world.

-???am-

Mistakes were made. Oh god. Where are we? Why does the world keep spinning? Where do I live? I think I'm gonna be sick...

[OOC note: the drinking age in Nightwake City is apparently 18. Consider this an open mingle post, rather than a post with Marisa specifically.]

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Reimu Hakurei

[fantasy_heaven]

[[ Putting this at the top: If you're having fun, please feel free to reply to this toplevel multiple times at multiple points throughout the evening! Let's have some new CR develop weirdly over the course of hours of drinking.]]

-6pm-

[ Of course, if Marisa's having a party, Reimu's going to be at it. What else would she be doing tonight?

Reimu picks at the veggie platter with mild distaste. If this is what passes for pub food here, it's a pretty sorry state.

To someone nearby who looks more confident: ]

Do you have any idea what that white stuff in the middle is? It looks pretty sketchy.


-8pm-


[ The food improved! As did the evening, with the advent of beer. Reimu's feeling more in her element at this point.

With just a light buzz going on, she gravitates towards the pool table. She's never heard of this game before, but it looks relatively easy to understand. ]

Hey, show me how to play this one. I don't know the rules, but it looks pretty fun.


-10pm-


[ Reimu is thoroughly drunk by this point. What little barriers she had about talking to total strangers is long gone. Apparently she's a cheerful drunk.

Still, she's off to the side with the less singy people during karaoke. Not because she doesn't think she can sing, but because she's never even heard any of these songs before. How do you people know all these songs already?

Come, harass her into singing a duet! Or sit nearby and share your uninhibited drunkard thoughts. The seat next to her is empty. ]


-12pm-


[ Ah, the dead of night, when the youkai come out, and when you realize you might have drunk too much.

Reimu has gone past the fun drunk stage, and into the weirdly personal gloomy drunk phase. ]

I can't believe it's going like this...

[ She's talking to anyone. Mostly herself, actually. Possibly total strangers. ]

Normally, when this kind of incident happens, it only takes a couple days at most to sort it out... but it's been over a week now. I'm not any closer to finding the mastermind... hey, have I lost my touch? Is this the end for my position as a shrine maiden?

Maybe I should just go berserk and fight every youkai I can find, and hope that the boss shows up... or wait, maybe if I did that, I'd be the one causing an incident...

Actually, isn't it weird that everyone lives in the same place? Maybe this is a paradise where humans and youkai can exist peacefully... Or would that be a nightmare? I'd lose my job...

[ She's just... gonna keep on rambling. The alternative is standing up, which definitely wouldn't be a good idea in her present state. ]

I guess I should make a toplevel for my own post huh?

[untilidie]

-8pm-

Marisa spins her pool cue (The shortest one they had. She is quite small) around thoughtfully while she considers the table.

"And I have to hit the eight ball in last? That doesn't sound too hard."

She lines up her shot carefully, squinting down her cue...and then fucks it up and goes RIGHT past the five ball she'd been aiming for and sinks the eight ball immediately.

"Ah crap."

-10pm-

Marisa is singing a energetic number with enthusiasm and, it must be said, not a lot of talent. Possibly because she doesn't sing a lot. Possibly because she doesn't know the song and is reading the lyrics off the screen. Possibly because she's pretty tipsy. She'd LIKE to hit the notes, but she's not even scaring them as she goes by.

It doesn't seem to bother her much, though. If no one else likes her singing that's THEIR problem. She's having fun!

-12am-

"Y'know...I dun talk aboudit very much but..."

Marisa stared into space for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"but...but...what was I sayin'...Right! I don't talk about it but I been waiting for that moment when you jus...you look at someone and you know, that they're the one."

She looks embarrassed to admit this but pushes on. "Like...there's gotta be something more than jus thinkin 'oh hes handsome' right? Stands to reason. Otherwise why's everrone writin' all those sappy poems?"

-????am-

Marisa staggers down the street, arm flung over the shoulder of the nearest person, a bottle of...something or other in her free hand that she was waving around around like she was conducting an orchestra while singing a song about animals.

"If you're that kind of fool, and you have a long tool,
Do it with a giraffe, if you stand on a stool,
Catch a yeti, who lives in the snows of Nepal--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all."

She's been trying to teach you the lyrics as she goes, but she's still terrible at singing.

[sangreine]

[ For good or ill, Saya's very good at pool, ridiculous with her voice, and best of all at holding her liquor. Genetics on all three accounts: vampire queens are good at physics-related tasks and singing, and they can't get drunk. That last one's a bummer, by the way. But it's fine she's not here to get plastered, and she'll happily look after anyone who had a few too many. (Don't worry, she's a mess and she can't cook and she sleeps for 30 years at a time, there are drawbacks.) ]

[ She's happy to give billiards tutorials though, incredibly friendly ones if those are welcome! Look there's only so unfriendly it gets when there's bending over involved. ]

[ And when it's time for karaoke, she does some killer renditions of Queen's Radio Gaga and Heart's Crazy On You with some truly spectacular voicebends. ]

Anyone need help getting home to bed? No double meaning unless you want there to be.

[at_heart]

a. ready to mingle

[ Here, settled in comfortably at one of the tables, Yuri's lookin cute in modern clothes from one of the local shops, hair up, and definitely drinking.

His outfit should say he's here to be comfy, not to show off, but it looks unfairly good on him. The boy fills out black skinny jeans like no one's business. ]

I signed up for bad decisions, and yet nothing's on fire. Maybe I should complain to the management.

b. wildcard!

((ooc: hmu on libekory to plot or just throw something at me, totes fair game!))

[nihilmancy]

[ Hlasoh, for better or worse, is going to be an enormous stick in the mud tonight, and not get drink. She has a few, yes, enough to get tipsy, and certainly somewhat more relaxed and informal than her usual elegant demeanor, but she wants to keep most of her wits about her. She's even dressed a little more casually than usual, in a knee length skirt, and loose blouse revealing her tattooed arms, all azure curls and flowers. People get talkative and lower their inhibitions when alcohol is involved, which make it a great opportunity to make connections and learn all sorts of things from people.

She's unfamiliar with pool, but makes a couple attempts, nodding after each botched shot as if internally taking notes (she is, via a telepathic link to her phone). She watches others play with clear interest.

She doesn't sing unless somebody really pressures her into it— she doesn't recognize any of the songs. They must be ancient.

Later she's willing to help the intoxicated home— and collect their hot goss. ]

[pissoffbook]

8pm
[People like Saya, Yuri, Zack, and even Nen have encouraged her to do what Nier and Emil have been trying to get her to for a long time. Be a little social. It's not their fault though. Who knew Kainé only needed a little peer pressure?

Kainé was told that for a pub crawl, you gotta dress up. So she picks out something a little more normal than her lingerie, but still equally as feminine. (She still has her bandages wrapped around her left arm and leg though.)

When the group arrives at the first stop, she's off to the side with her arms crossed under her bust, studying how to play this strange game where you poke a bunch of balls into holes with the end of a stick.]

Why don't they just bat the damn things in? Whatever, I need a fuckin' drink.

10pm
[Kainé had heard Saya put something together like this before, but at the time, she still felt wrong being among all these happy people. Should she really be here either?

She tries to shake off the self-doubt and decides that the best way to do that is to take a chance.

After spending quite a bit of time watching how it works, Kainé hesitantly steps up to the mic. The song she is going to sing is not in the database, so she closes her eyes, imagines the accompaniment in her head, and sings a special song from home. It's one her Grandma used to sing especially for her. Kainé's voice is absolutely amazing even though she's had no formal training and little do the onlookers know, but Kainé actually singing for others is a rare treat. Not many have heard her voice. She's not one to divulge her more secret talents.

After the final note, she opens her eyes and tenses, not sure what the reaction will be.]

12am
[The dive bar is a way quieter atmosphere than the other rowdy stops earlier that night. Throughout the night, Kainé has become a little more comfortable hanging around these people. Something she never thought possible.

She joins a few at one of the tables and orders a few shots. With the amount of alcohol she has consumed this night, by all accounts, she should be drunk off her ass. But she doesn't even seem the least bit inebriated. She's quiet as people start to share their more personal stuff, not realizing that it's the booze prompting it. Kainé herself doesn't plan on sharing a damn thing, but Tyrann has other ideas.

For those who have already had interactions with the Shade that inhabits Kainé's body, the origin of the commentary is nothing new. But to those who are unaware, a disemboidied sinister, sadistic, insane, almost evil sounding voice. can be heard seemingly coming out of thin air.

Hey Sunshine, why don't you get in on this moment of bonding. Tell 'em all about the good times we have killin'! Or about all those sappy disgusting feelings you have for that twink. How about the time your granny was squashed like a bug? Oh! You can tell 'em how you were kicked out of your village as a kid for...]

Shut up!

[Kainé cuts the Shade off and jumps to her feet slamming her hands on the table. Her expression is one of abject horror.]

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

[She covers her face with her hands, then turns and dashes out the door.]

Wildcard!
You know the drill. Feel free to drop a starter of your own, or contact me at madrinabastet or Discord: Millaa Maxwell#1225

[ktizo]

6PM
Well, there's nothing quite like a night of revelry and Hythlodaeus is no stranger to drinking and making decisions he may or may not regret. So at 6PM sharp he's at the Summer Guild Hall, humming to himself cheerfully as he picks over some tortilla chips and dip. He'll be all smiles at anyone who wanders too close, offering up the plate.

"I'm unsure of what this is, exactly, but it isn't bad at all!"

8PM
Nursing a beer at this point, Hythlodaeus is still sober- it takes more than a few drinks to get him tipsy. He's never played pool before but he'll give it a go. He's mostly interested in prodding people with the end of the cue though, and then pretending he's doing something else. Confront him for being a menace?

10PM
He has no qualms with singing, especially not while drinking. And although he'd usually sing badly on purpose just to wind up Emet-Selch (and amuse Azem), he's not actually bad when he tries. Though a duet is more his style, and he'd like to sing something fun and upbeat. He doesn't know any of the songs on offer, but what better way to learn them?

12AM
Leaning heavily against whoever happens to be sitting beside him, he peers up through his lashes at his companion and smirks. "So then, what is your story? What brings you to this place at such an hour? Personally, I would simply like to make more friends... and this is as good a way as any, isn't it? After all, we are certainly friends, aren't we?"

Well, whether or not he'll remember that declaration come morning remains to be seen, but he seems awfully fond of whoever he's currently pressed against, anyway.

Wildcard
Hit me up at soulseer if you'd like to do something else. I'm open to all shenanigans!

[darkdisgrace]

8pm
[Chuuya is out to have fun. He's dressed sharply but in a relaxed sort of manner, a glass of wine in hand as he prowls the pool tables, grinning and offering a playful challenge to anyone who looks like they know what they're doing. He's been playing pool since he was 16, so he's actually pretty decent at it.

That being said, if anyone assumes he's cheating just because he can manipulate gravity and leaves his glass floating next to him while taking a shot, he's going to have to demand a match to prove them wrong.]

10pm
[Chuuya... actually has a very good voice, for how rough and tumble he tends to talk. Get a few drinks in him, and he'll happily join the crew playing around with the karaoke machine... singing some sort of rock song or another, because he's Like That and his VA is the singer of the anime series OPs.]

12am
[Even for all his efforts to keep his drinking as light as possible so as to make the night last, Chuuya will probably still be pretty much wasted by the time midnight comes around. He might be plastered to the counter of the dive bar, he might be sitting on the ceiling with his ability, and he also might be well on his way to passing the hell out in a corner somewhere. The sky is the limit!

Or the ceiling, anyway.

Someone might want to make sure he doesn't end up passed out in an alleyway somewhere.]