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insertmeathere2009-11-30 02:58 pm
DRUNKPARTY: The Memening
FIVE DRINK MINIMUM
Welcome to the wildest party in what remains of the multiverse! Music! Booze! Flirting! Booze! Dancing! Booze! Fighting! Booze!
As you may have noticed, there is a lot of sloshed-getting at this party. All the drinks are alcoholic, except for the non-alcoholic drinks, which are extra alcoholic. If it is physically possible for you to get drunk, then you probably are. If not, you might anyway. This is, after all, the most scientifically advanced booze in the multiverse.
Go forth! Drink and be merry!

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It's a drunk speedster.
"Heyguysthisstuff'sreallygood! Oww, where'd that wall come from?"
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Satori pauses in mid-internal monologue, vaguely aware that there's something on her shoulder. She goes to brush it off, only to find it pretty solidly unmoving. A moment's focus and concentration leads her to the conclusion that the thing on her shoulder is, in fact, the floor.
...Okay, maybe a little drunk.
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And with all sorts of attractive women (and yes, some attractive men), Daimon was in an uncharacteristically good mood. And what better way to celebrate than by taking off his clothes.
...Wait, seriously?
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"I'll tell you what," she drunkly says to anyone nearby, "these humans? These... mudmen? They are so... so... d'arvit. Y'know what the People aughta do? We aughta get up to the surface and just... open fire, y'know? Just, reclaim the land and stuff."
She takes a swig from her mug, then squints at it. It's empty.
"Hey, hey, hey... bar... person. More.
"'Course... we'd have to stay away from the Fowls... Fowles... Fowl-es-esss... 'cause, I don't want that stupid brat to get hurt. But... I dunno... he'd probably have, like... nuclear warheads or... something. That little... little... bastard."
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Why oh why must Abh be immune to alcahol?
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Jamie is sitting with one elbow on the bar, using his hand to prop up his chin. He's looking out at the room with vaguely unfocused eyes and just a bit of a smile on his face. All is currently well in his drunken world.
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It was something of a wonder that he was still conscious.
"Thisss does not taste, tuh-tastuh like cake! Cakuh. Cake. I call false advvver... Vvvvver! VVVVVVVERRRRR...!"
He waved his most recent glass around, happily distracted by his tongue and teeth and lips.