[OPEN] LOOKIN FOR SOME TROUBLE 2NIGHT

[stonefaith]

Date & Time: 12/31 evening - 01/01 early morning NEW YEARS YEAAHHH
Location: ALL AROUND THE CITY WE'RE BARCRAWLIN BABY
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Koltira Deathweaver (deadelfwalking), and YOU.
Summary: drunk undead men assault the island
Warnings: n/a except for zombie drunkards

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[ HERE ARE TWO UNDEAD MEN. IT IS NEW YEAR'S EVE, OR MAYBE IT'S BECOME NEW YEAR'S ALREADY. THEY ARE NOT SURE. THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY DRUNK.

They've been drinking their way through the city, bar to liquor store back to bar again, to any alcohol-selling establishment still open at this point in time, or gate crashing parties in search of booze. They are wandering all over the goddamn place. You might run into them entering a bar, or exiting it (possibly unwillingly, and possibly via the window in Bariyan's case). Maybe you turn a corner and walk smack into them. Maybe you hear them getting into a fight a few blocks ahead. MAYBE YOU GET INTO A FIGHT WITH THEM (NOT THE SUGGESTED COURSE OF ACTION).

Basically, Koltira and Bariyan are having a grand time of it and WOULD BE EXTREMELY PLEASED IF YOU JOINED IN. ]

Comments

[whatsupcroc]

( Holy okay that was someone just coming through the window! Collette is startled into laughing briefly -- and being concerned as hell. Um is it even safe to approach? )

Oh my god are you okay?

[encourage]

( Going to artfully step around the both of them as she comes around this corner. )

Pardon me.

( Except... Sakura squints. Hey. Hey, with that voice she'd been hearing moments before, it's possibly that guy. THAT ONE GUY. )

Mr. Deathweaver.

( Hey at least he's...........................

..........................................................................

................... She's got nothing except a wary eye and polite smile for both their intoxicated (or hoping to be intoxicated) selves. )

And company.

[healplz]

[ One thing that seems to never change, no matter the location: when there's a celebration with alcohol involved, people get hurt in ridiculous ways. Ashraf has healed some of the strangest things tonight, but he's just inebriated enough to take it in good humor. In fact, he'd even been willing to be a little proactive about it, and traverse the streets in search of anyone in need of help. And... possibly find a drink or two along the way. But of course this isn't partying, no, because he's still looking for people to heal.

The dynamic dead duo is not, however, what was on his list of things he'd expected to see. He pauses to see them come stumbling out of a bar, a smile already in place, and he leans against a streetlamp to watch. It's kind of nice to see these two depressing guys doing something other than mope, actually. Don't mind him if he plays audience a little. ]

[seamend]

[ Leaving the clinic early due to the holiday turns out for some interesting occurrences.

Namely that there is some rowdy laughter coming from down the street and one of those voices just so happens to have an echo-y undeadness to it. So this mermaid promptly heads in the direction of-- A liquor store?

Oh. Oh wow. ]

...Koltira?

[moralperil]

[Mahdi has been drinking as well. His tolerance is about as low as can be imagined, and after a glass and a half of champagne he's wobbling about. He's sitting on the curb outside of a bar, trying to get the world to stop spinning. That's when he hears the clamor of two very drunk dead guys, and waves.]

Hey! It's - it's you two! Happy New Year!

[theguideless]

[yeah. yeah...

he's definitely not Darkov anymore.

Martin yawns, slowly trudging his way back toward the apartments, flexing cold fingers tucked inside his coat pockets. cold. sleepy. but...but not without a bit of an odd feeling. intuition? slight hunger?

or maybe prophesy, given a surging ruckus he's sure to witness around this corner:]

i'm aiming for the "most serious tag" award this year vote for me

[fintastic]

[ What is Feferi even doing out this late at night? No one knows, something convenient enough that she's walking past one of the bars when her mom and dad her zombielusus and his gentleman friend two dead dudes are exiting. Convenient enough that she can stop and stare at them like a cow stares at an oncoming train-- that is to say, quite unimpressed. ]

What are you doing?

[charming_jerk]

[One of the two just accidentally ran into one (1) surly drunk half-demon when they turned the corner. He's clearly not happy.]

Hey! Hey, watch yer ass.

[boughtabookstore]

[ Ros is legitimately not drunk at this moment. Weird, right? Yeah, she thinks so too. It's just that she thinks being actually drunk on this night might be a bad idea, and she doesn't need to be. She's not really that unhappy, right now.

But that doesn't mean she's not ducking into one of her favorite bars for one quick drink, just to see how celebrating the New Year is going. Straight into a bar fight, it looks like, and she recognizes two of the participants.

She is so not getting banned from here to back them up, so for now she just sidles along to the bar and looks for the bartender. Maybe she can get her drink and her entertainment at the same time. ]

OKAY I FINALLY DECIDED

[combats]

[ It would have been very hard to stay cooped up inside on a night of celebration like this and as such, Jacquese hadn't been able to resist going outside. He didn't have anyone to go out with and it was sad, but he figured he could always find company wherever he ended up going.

Regardless of him being on his own though, he was quite cheerful. Getting drunk off of the atmosphere did that to you. He had a single spirit sphere rotating around him as a means of lighting his way through some of the darker alleys.

He was just coming out of one of those said alleys when he finds himself walking smack into someone. He hurriedly steps back, already holding his hands out and waving them apologetically before he even sees who he's walked into. ]

TAGS IN SO LATE

[flynninomite]

[ Well, Flynn's having a grand time of it as well and would love to join in, but unfortunately Koltira is a psychopath!! It's not very welcoming ok.

Either way, Flynn's drinking reasonably quietly in one of the bars, attempting to explain football to some poor asshole who hasn't got any idea what it is, when someone bumps into him from behind and makes him lose half his pint.

Which, actually, is a very normal occurrence in most of the pubs he's ever frequented, and the usual course of action is to devolve into trading off rounds with the guilty party, so he's not particularly angry when he turns around to call them out on it.

Until he recognizes Koltira and... well, some guy. He has no idea who the other one is. There's an awkward silence in which Flynn distinctly feels like he's on the wrong end of this "running into the bully in the cafeteria" scenario, and then a simple, mostly neutral- ]

Koltira.