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just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!
So, Wismuth happened.
Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.
Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.
[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!
So, Wismuth happened.
Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.
Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.
[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]
I FEEL IT-
"Auh-Y-Yes..! In the country which I, the man Gongenzaka, hail from, the age is 21; I, the man Gongenzaka, am merely 14 however...it will be some time before I have alcohol outside of medicinal purposes..!"
They do not SPEAK of the Moon and its...Cure.
he absolutely got super drunk and huggyno subject
And, as she contemplates this-- "Do your laws apply here?" You know, just in case he wanted to.
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Ah, but he trails off, sheepishly frowning. "N...no."
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"But to take advantage of such a matter, would be unforgivable..!!" he insists after, face bright red.
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And also 'have a drink anyway'. "At the very least," he notes, beaming quite openly, "The juice available for alternative, is quite good!"
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But she smiles at him all the same, and peers at the glass he has in his hand. "I don't know what I was expecting when I signed on, but it certainly wasn't anything like what it's been." Good juice and food included. Reminded of their earlier conversation, Lavellan grins at him -- showing off her two sharpened canines. "Turns out it wasn't pointed ears after all."
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Aaah, but that's something- he blinks, eyebrows raising considerably. "HMM!! Teeth! Hopefully not too much of an increased bite, alongside, then..!" he observes, nodding. Biting one's tongue with New Sharp Teeth sucks.
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So far, the Carnival hasn't completely done something to challenge that. But looking at him, her lips twitch up. "Like yours? That couldn't have been an easy change--" Or any of it, honestly.
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He pauses, finding himself pointing to his teeth for a moment-as if unsure they're what she's talking about. (He's quite sure however) "Mn! Indeed, you would be correct...even initially, they cut somewhat beyond my lips! It meant adjusting how chewing and eating happened quite a lot..."