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estoria2016-07-02 07:11 pm
forgeabettertomorrow) wrote in estoria2016-07-02 07:11 pm
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[OPEN] It's Only a Bar Crawl If you Fail At the First Bar
Who: Darin (forgeabettertomorrow ) and you!
When: IC: 7/31 - 8/1 the party goes on until question marks
Where: The Pleasure District
What: Darin's had a rough time since he arrived here and now homesickness has set in. What's the best medicine for homesickness? Copious amounts of alcohol.
Rating/Warning: Drunken rambling, hilarity, and maybe, if you're extra lucky, some feels.
Things had not been coming up 'Darin' lately. Not at all. He's barely been here for any significant time and already several people knew things about him that he'd never wanted anyone to know. Probably one of the only people he could actually call a friend was pissed at him. And to top things off, he was homesick beyond belief.
He'd known that there was a Pleasure District in the colony, but he'd chosen to avoid it. Nothing really good comes out of places known distinctly as 'Pleasure Districts' but for once, he was actually trying to stay away from his smithy. And he'd heard there were a few really good bars around...and it had been such a long time since he'd had any decent booze.
Maybe you're just out drinking and this blue haired stranger is being rowdy next to you. Maybe you work at one of the establishments in the Pleasure District and this half drunk jerk stumbles into your business looking to have a laugh and a drink and maybe some decent company to vent to. Odds are he'll only remember parts of this when he survives his hangover the next day.
-Prompt I-
He'd only just started his evening, wandering into the first few bars that catch his eye. He looks around at the patrons, rubs his chin, and takes a seat at the bar. His face looks like the face of every bar-hopper with a story. He's got tons of them, and the look in his eyes says he hasn't slept in a few nights. He looks downright worn out, his clothes are dirty and singed from working non-stop in the forge and he raises a weary hand and drops it on the bar."Hey now, what's the best way to get smashed around here?"
-Prompt II-
He's already downed enough booze to considerably lift his spirits. He's staggering and swaying every which way. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. A looooooong time. He's not particularly dangerous to anyone. Maybe he's a little clingy. In fact, he might be draped over you right this second, just laughing. His breath stinks of alcohol and while he's not doing anything terrible, it seems you can't exactly shake this new leech.
"S...So hey. Hey, where are we goin' next? Night's still young, right? What's on tap?! Come on, let's have some fun!"
-Prompt III-
We've reached the part in the night where the alcohol has seeped into his brain enough to make him resentful of where he is. Not necessarily resentful of the Pleasure District, just resentful of the fact that he has to put up with all of this stupid nonsense. He bumps into you, then acts completely indignant. It's the third stage of drunkeness: The 'I'm not wrong, everyone else is and now I need to argue very loudly about it' stage. So, now that he's bumped into you like a teetering bull, it's time for him to snap at you like the petty drunk that he is.
"Hey! Watch where you're goin'! You blind or something?!"
-Prompt IV-
Ah it's finally morning. Calm has descended upon the Pleasure District, and Darin's night of binge drinking and shenanigans is over. How does one celebrate this achievement? Well, in Darin's completely hungover case, he's prominently displayed hanging from his waist atop a fountain. He's hanging from his belt. How he got there? Well, he climbed, but he had to do some kind of epic gymnastics to get his belt hooked on the fountain. He's just...hanging there. Passed out. Won't someone get him down? Maybe drop him into the cold water below? Or maybe just let him hang there. Take some pictures. Toilet paper him. He probably deserves it for all of the trouble he caused.
-Wildcard-
Work in the Pleasure District and want Darin to stumble in for shenanigans? Go for it! Feel free to get a prompt rolling and if you aren't sure or want to plot something, just ping me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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forgeabettertomorrow ) and you!When: IC: 7/31 - 8/1 the party goes on until question marks
Where: The Pleasure District
What: Darin's had a rough time since he arrived here and now homesickness has set in. What's the best medicine for homesickness? Copious amounts of alcohol.
Rating/Warning: Drunken rambling, hilarity, and maybe, if you're extra lucky, some feels.
Things had not been coming up 'Darin' lately. Not at all. He's barely been here for any significant time and already several people knew things about him that he'd never wanted anyone to know. Probably one of the only people he could actually call a friend was pissed at him. And to top things off, he was homesick beyond belief.
He'd known that there was a Pleasure District in the colony, but he'd chosen to avoid it. Nothing really good comes out of places known distinctly as 'Pleasure Districts' but for once, he was actually trying to stay away from his smithy. And he'd heard there were a few really good bars around...and it had been such a long time since he'd had any decent booze.
Maybe you're just out drinking and this blue haired stranger is being rowdy next to you. Maybe you work at one of the establishments in the Pleasure District and this half drunk jerk stumbles into your business looking to have a laugh and a drink and maybe some decent company to vent to. Odds are he'll only remember parts of this when he survives his hangover the next day.
-Prompt I-
He'd only just started his evening, wandering into the first few bars that catch his eye. He looks around at the patrons, rubs his chin, and takes a seat at the bar. His face looks like the face of every bar-hopper with a story. He's got tons of them, and the look in his eyes says he hasn't slept in a few nights. He looks downright worn out, his clothes are dirty and singed from working non-stop in the forge and he raises a weary hand and drops it on the bar."Hey now, what's the best way to get smashed around here?"
-Prompt II-
He's already downed enough booze to considerably lift his spirits. He's staggering and swaying every which way. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. A looooooong time. He's not particularly dangerous to anyone. Maybe he's a little clingy. In fact, he might be draped over you right this second, just laughing. His breath stinks of alcohol and while he's not doing anything terrible, it seems you can't exactly shake this new leech.
"S...So hey. Hey, where are we goin' next? Night's still young, right? What's on tap?! Come on, let's have some fun!"
-Prompt III-
We've reached the part in the night where the alcohol has seeped into his brain enough to make him resentful of where he is. Not necessarily resentful of the Pleasure District, just resentful of the fact that he has to put up with all of this stupid nonsense. He bumps into you, then acts completely indignant. It's the third stage of drunkeness: The 'I'm not wrong, everyone else is and now I need to argue very loudly about it' stage. So, now that he's bumped into you like a teetering bull, it's time for him to snap at you like the petty drunk that he is.
"Hey! Watch where you're goin'! You blind or something?!"
-Prompt IV-
Ah it's finally morning. Calm has descended upon the Pleasure District, and Darin's night of binge drinking and shenanigans is over. How does one celebrate this achievement? Well, in Darin's completely hungover case, he's prominently displayed hanging from his waist atop a fountain. He's hanging from his belt. How he got there? Well, he climbed, but he had to do some kind of epic gymnastics to get his belt hooked on the fountain. He's just...hanging there. Passed out. Won't someone get him down? Maybe drop him into the cold water below? Or maybe just let him hang there. Take some pictures. Toilet paper him. He probably deserves it for all of the trouble he caused.
-Wildcard-
Work in the Pleasure District and want Darin to stumble in for shenanigans? Go for it! Feel free to get a prompt rolling and if you aren't sure or want to plot something, just ping me at
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