DRUNK MEME

[boundlesslight.livejournal.com]

The premise is really very simple: The characters posted here are getting drunk at this on-planet marketplace. If your character would normally do so, you need no further instruction. Have fun!

If your character's a teetotaler, though, no worries. All the foods and beverages here at this strange marketplace of wonders are so imperceptibly alcohol-laced that no one will have a clue until it's too late. :3 By then, the fun's already beginning and there is NO ESCAPE. You are all DOOMED to suffer. Or puke. Or be really really super, if you're the type to process alcohol amazingly well.

Eat, drink, and have a party! There's plenty of partying with the locals over here for your characters to join in on. You have the vendors' corridor and a field outside it to roam around in, and for some reason the outdoor field is stocked with enormous gliding kites. This recipe sounds pretty disasteriffic to me.

Comments

[starbolts]

Drunk Starfire is...really not that much different from normal Starfire. Slightly clumsier and slightly less restrained, but that's what makes it fun on Tamaran.

You'll find her delightedly engaging in contests of strength with the locals, supporting a cow with each of her hands. Why cows?

Because cows are awesome, that's why.

"You see? It is really very simple!," she answers their question, taking on a more hasty and slurred tone than usual.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"But why cows?" Katara argued? "I mean, its only one animal anyway! What can they doo?"

Yes, she said "doo." She's a bit tipsy now Stafire.

[starbolts]

"They provide milk and pleasant conversation!"

Conversation? Maybe she has had too many drinks. Either that or she kissed the cow.

Grinning, she gently sets them down. Because they are not drunk, they do not tip over, but all these intoxicated crew members are clearly a hazard to their continued safety.

"What would you lift?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Heeeeeeeey... Staaaaaaaarfiiiiiiiireeee....." That's a book drawling out her name as a minion lurches it unsteadily towards the girl.

[morphitudinous]

Congratulations, meatship, you have finally caught Billy while intoxicated. Is he unleashing his inner Casanova, charming all the ladies with his bright personality finally able to burst free?

Well, almost. He's just shifting closer to people, very unstable and consumed by the buzz. The boy is definitely looking for an anchor to lean on, and the tavern-people aren't very good choices for this.

"You'll do what if I don't leave? Okay, I'm going! Sorry." He's just shuffling away, flushed and wobbly, trying keep everything in order.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::There's a bluething not far away at a market stall. He's very gently putting down a pastry as if the thing might blow up in his face. And then he's turning and crawling unsteadily in a vain attempt to find a building. He finds someone's scent first.

Chirrr-rrrup?::

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Billyyyyyy! Heyyyy! Where's the fire, the party's in here!" Kate stumbled a little as she stopped him.

She patted his shoulder, "It's fun in here, isn't it fun?"

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Some people were pretty comfortable with drinking. Maybe they didn't imbibe as much as the rest of their people, but when ale was safer to drink than water, you got used to alcohol at an early age.

Hard liquor on the other hand was something Hiccup'd had no experience with. After getting inebriated with the combination of one too many beers with the alcohol-filled food, he'd somehow wound up with a bottle of...something in his hands, and wound up toddling through the streets.

There was a fountain.

Hiccup was balancing in a wobbly fashion on the ledge around the fountain, singing--yes, singing--out of tune, at the top of his lungs.

"I dreamt a dream last night,
of silk and fine fur--"

Seriously guys, there was a fountain and he almost kept teetering in. Take your bets, people! Will the one-legged Viking fall in the fountain?

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

The drunk state gave Alex the nerve to walk up to Hiccup and join in- with a completely different song. Though he could've sworn it was the same one when he started. He even wrapped his arm around the stranger, popping another piece of candy into his mouth.

With the addition of another poorly balanced person, it seemed even more likely that there would be a dunking in order.

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

"What... what a *hic* beautiful-ful song," someone murmurs contently.

Now where did that come from? How about looking lower.

Hey, look, it's your girlfriend--but she seems to be having trouble getting to her feet, so she's crawling, pulling her fallen body with her hands and dragging her legs a little because it's just easier this way.

Oh yeah, she's also pretty inebriated, if you couldn't already tell.

Cursed sweets. Cursed meme.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::He's exploring, wandering wherever his nose might lead. And yes, he's having a field day with tasting new tidbits of food or drink he's never heard of before. Even so, having made a promise years ago, Renne sniffs and does his best to scent out any alcohol.

Alas, this time, he fails in finding any booze-scent.

And when the tipsiness begins, he stops eating a delicious pastry. Gulp. Nervous chirp. He sets the sweet down as if the thing's about to explode in his face at any second::

...Eeeeee? Noh ma-ke si-ck, p-lease.

::Futile plea, that is. Whimper::

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Unlike the others, Katara has not gone out of her way to become drunk. She was still trying to figure out the appeal of drinking beer, and was actually writing down each of the different tastes: the creaminess, the bitter ones, how people reacted to the way it was. After an hour of doing this however, Katara started to notice that she was starting to feel a little...out of sort, her head swimming. She put the latest tankard down, noting bitter, with a strong aftertaste.

She put it down, shaking her head. Was THIS drunk?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Thump. Scratch-knock. Oh....right. Opening the door is good but that's somewhat difficult when you weigh but six pounds. Door most often wins. And it's winning nicely against the thing trying to get beyond it. Its slurring chirps and warbling trills sound...off.::

[lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com]

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the normally calm and restrained Matt was holding a tankard while stomping on the table, leading people in a drinking song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWNy3NDNbXk)

[hack-rat.livejournal.com]

Alex is doing surprisingly well for someone drunk.

His stutter was gone (though it was quickly turning into a slur) and he was laughing at almost everything.

Too bad he would be pissed off in the morning or whenever it was that he realized that the double-scoop of his favourite ice cream -Birthday Cake flavoured- was laced with alcohol.

Until then he was going to continue going around with a silly smile on his face, all but giggling at everything and stumbling while constantly buying more and more candy, thus getting worse and worse. It wouldn't be long soon before he started regretting all that 'candy'. Because of course, it's only the worst sugar stomach-ache ever... not that he's ever experienced one before.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Drunk Zetta is loud, obnoxious, smug, arrogant, irritating --

Okay, Drunk Zetta is pretty much like normal Zetta.

With the exception of the lechery.

Because he has completely forgotten he is a book.

Ladies, prepare to be ogled by the most drunkass freakin' Overlord in the cosmos.

[sanguineroyal.livejournal.com]

If there was one man Nanashi wasn't looking to flirt with, it was Zetta.

He was a book. She really wasn't turned on by books at all.

But that doesn't mean that she wasn't going to greet her friend.

"Zetta! What a pleashure! 'Ave you been enjoying your shelf?"

It seemed her fangs were getting in the way of her speech thanks to the alcohol.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"Overlord Zetta!" Katara was surprisingly MORE friendly when she was this way that usual, and grabbed the book and the minion into a big hug.

"What are you up to? Even like thiss, I can see you checking out women. I guess somethings don't change, even when you are a book!"

Which normal Katara would have disapproved of, not mention with a silly grin on her face.

[sanguineroyal.livejournal.com]

Some shady vendor off somewhere was selling alcohol laced blood.

Without a care as to where it might have come from, Nanashi got herself loaded, and was walking though the streets with a wide fanged smile, winking at men who passed by or looked her way.

Unfortunately, she was still carrying with her a pint-sized glass mug with her, half filled with the blood. This probably was keeping at least some of the people away.

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

The cheesecake was a trap.

Every last cheesy slice. Deliciously sweet, topped with strawberries; the weakness of her taste buds. Not even the most rigorous of girls could fight against that.

A cruel, oh so yummy trap. And she fell for it.

And she now fell off her bench. Sliding right off her seat and collapsing on the ground, slurring nonsensical curses, mixed in with hiccups, into the grass. ...Wonderful.

She'll kill them! Whoever had the bright idea to taint the sweets and make a fool out of her, pull one over her like this. She'll maim them!

...As soon as she can pick herself up off the ground. They will pay alright. Yep.

Woe.

[governorkang]

Luckily for Kang, he knew very well the signs of intoxication, due to several decades of experience. That also meant that he could handle it his liquor pretty well. Also luckily for him, despite the amount he'd consumed, it didn't affect his balance or combat abilities as badly as it would a human.

Astrid, though...

Shaking his head, he moved over to the girl and knelt down next to her, "You alright?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Those cherries were sooooo good. Who knew they were so soaked in brandy and yummy with chocolate? And the black forest cake with more than the hint of rum. Delishious.. delicious?

Kate giggled at something randomly, and waved around to some of the locals very friendly-like.


"Hiiii!"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan should really learn not to get into drinking contests. Especially with the locals on this planet. It never ends well. He wasn't quite to the point of passing out, but he wasn't far from it.

Somebody tell him flying while intoxicated is a bad thing?

Before he gets too high in the air with all the kites?

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura is not used to having alcohol in her system, and this is because, precogs are really not supposed to have alcohol in their systems. It makes their precogging even more fuzzy, and the hangovers are considered worse, since it encourages migraines for quite a bit.

But nevertheless, Nura's on her second glass of wine, giggling like a little Naltorian school girl when her parents aren't keeping constant watch over her. She has her hair undone, and a very goofy smile on her lips that are wet with whatever beer is in her glass.

"Don't tell Cosmic Boy," she whispers to a random stranger. "He'll get mmmmmaaaaaaadddddd."

[level12headache]

"He is not the only one." The "random stranger" leaned over to take the wine away from Nura. "How much of this have you consumed?" Whatever her answer was, Querl knew that it was too much.