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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.

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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.

"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.

"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?"

Katara shook her head. Even drunk she was sure that it didn't make much sense. And why life them at all in the first place? If they were so awesome, shouldn't they be left alone?

"You should probably penn them up though," Katara said, trying to keep a semblance of maturity and sensibility despite how silly it was to even attempt it. "They might get hurt."

At her query, Katara looked startled. "Um...I dunno. What would you suggest?"

Try it Starfire. She's drunk, likely she'll do anything.

"They were not penned when I found them." Starfire gently stroked the cows on the back, then attempted to shoo them on their way. "Go now. It is dangerous here."

Once they had started to wander away, Starfire glided in a not-quite-straight line to an abandoned table with a few breakable objects on it.

"This?"

Sure that no more harm were going to come to the cows, Katara stared at the table of objects. She closed her eyes, took a few breath and lifted the table. She was glad her training her gotten her a little more muscled, though she knew her strength was more in redistribution of force from an enemy and her own martial arts.

"Got it!"

"Wonderful!" So Katara still maintained her coordination even after consuming alcohol.

"I bow to your skill, she said quietly, managing a sort of forward flip instead.

"Thank you," Katara said, giving a flip of her own...which turned out not so coordinated as she felt right on her butt, groaning.

"I guess I'm not as all there as I thought," Katara said, laughing at her own mistake.

"Oh," Starfire gasped, stumbling forward to help Katara up.

"What part of you is missing?" She didn't see any missing limbs. That was good, right?

She giggled. That reminded her of something that Luna would have said. She missed her.

"I'm all right, its just an expression," she said. "Maybe I can help you wit some of those expression. Is there anything else you didn't really understand that you heard today?"

She says this swaying a little, of course."

"Lord Zetta described pleasant company as 'hot and heavy'. I still do not understand."

Maybe they should sit down? Star sunk to the ground, willing the spinning to stop.

Katara followed suit, somehow managing to still sit in a cross legged position. She thought a moment.

"Well, Overlord Zetta has been kinda frisky today. If I were to guess, he was either talking about heavy making out or...ummm...what humans do to have babies."

She reddened a little here. Even when he wasn't in on the conversation Overlord Zetta managed to make her feel awkward.

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

"Zetta!"

Her protective instincts triggered, Star attempts to steady the minion and book. How did a book get drunk, anyway?

"What has happened to you?" she asked, starting to slur the words together.

"They have some goooooooood stuff here," Zetta said with a wild grin. "You should try it. In fact.. there's lots of good stuff here you could try."

Not the most smooth freakin' Overlord in the cosmos, is he.

"What should I try?"

Even now she doesn't quite get it.

"I bet you've never gotten hot and heavy with a demon before, let alone an Overlord," Zetta leered, failing to recognize that this sort of language was exactly the sort Starfire still wouldn't get.

She answered, of course, with a blank stare.

"We have never been considerably warmer than usual, nor have we experienced gravity fluctuations. Do you wish to?"

Maybe it was some sort of strange Overlord experiment. Who knew?

"Oh, I'll help you get all warm," Zetta said, still shamelessly leering. "And then we'll... uh..." He lost his train of thought for a minute as he frowned. "Uh, this innuendo isn't getting through to you at all, is it?"

"Innuendo?"

Dizzy enough by now, Starfire seated herself next to the book and its carrier minion. "You are trying to...flirt, yes?"

With a soft grin, she starts to curl around them like a satisfied cat. What? It's getting cold and she's woozy.

"Yes. Or... hit on you. That also works. Ugh, does that phrase parse?" Zetta certainly was satisfied with the curl, even as he struggled to make his brain work through the haaaaze. "I'm not gonna hit you. That's not what that means."

"Thank you for refraining", she sighed, "but why is it called hitting on?"

"Uh. I don't know," Zetta said. "It... just is? 'Seduce' is too damn elegant a word for me, so I dunno what else to use..."

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