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DRUNK MEME

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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Eeee-eee?

::Warble. Oh, hi, Katara. Nuzzle. Lick. And then cue a very cartoonish sway on his part::

Is yeu...::Warblepurr::...si-ck too?

Katara giggled and nuzzled him a little, then leaned back, trying to regain her balance.

"Well yes, a little bit," she said, her voice sounding more garbled than she intended. "Not sick but, mmm, dizzy. What about you?"

Wha-t? Tarrrrrr-Tarrrrr-arrr...saown-d li-ke...::Squeak:: ..>Rrrr-enne.

::Sway, wobble. Oh, man, his skin's going a little bit nuts. Squeeeeak.::

Katara, even in an inebriated state, scooped up Renne to make sure he didn't fall over. His safety was important, and she was a little uneasy at his color change.

"A little," she said, giggling again. "Are you ok?"

Eee....oooooh...Hellll-lowww. Tarrr-Tarrr-ta-Tarrr be...Noh fahll? Noh...go skwish-pat?

::Warbly squeak. Nuzzle. Her wellbeing is quite crucial in his mind as well, so despite his seriously mutilating his already bad English, he does ask. And clumsily tries to gently pet her hair::

Katara shook her head. Half the time with Renne, it was always a race to see who was more motherly, and there was never really a clear victor.

"It's okay Renne, I'm fiiiine," Katara slurred. Part of her wished Billy was here: in this state, they could look after each other.

Also, she was curious at how drunk he was.

As the night wore on, Billy's sickness progressed at an alarming rate. By the time he'd realized this and stopped consuming anything, he'd already poisoned himself with far more alcohol than his body could handle.

Thus, Billy crawled to familiar feet with a bucket curled close. He wasn't that nauseous yet, but soon. "I'll be there 'soon's I can," he groaned from below, leaning against the closest ledge.

Katara, who finally spots Billy, is still motherly even in drunkenness, if not exactly agile on her feet as per usual. She stumbles over to him and gently rubs him on the back, looking a little bothered. "Billy? Are you all right? Can you stand?"

B-Beee?

::Oh yeah, he's warbling and once back down on the ground, swaying like a mast in the wind. Even so, he's still got his Mama Hen on and nudges a shoulder to try and at least help support the Human.::

Tarrr-Taa...Tarrrr be si-ck too. Rrrr-enne he-helll-p.

"Seems that we'rall sick," Billy observes, leaning into their touch and willing the nausea back down.

In response to Katara, he doesn't bother with nodding---that would just make the headache worse. Instead, he grips the pole closest to him and hauls upward----only to back down and reach for the bucket.

Yeah, he's that sick. Not handling alcohol at all, this one.

Katara shook her head. "I wouldn't say I was sick, just, well, kinda drunk. I was actually trying to still figure out how to make a better batch for the ship. I...think I overdid it a little."

She still put her arm around Billy's shoulder sympathetically, not an easy feat when he was taller than her to begin with. "Did you get drugged Billy?"

She grinned at Renne. "How are you doing with this stuff?"

::He's probably in an awkward half-underneath position at the moment but his goal is assisting his two Bondeds. Managing an only semi-slurred trill, the oddity makes an "Ew, gross" face::

Rrrr-enne....un-derrrstahnd naow why-why...Why ma-ke prrrom-iss.

::And then there's the expression he gets when he fears he's broken his word::

"You promised not'ta drink, right?"

Doubling over, he too understands why that had been an excellent idea.

"But you didn' choose this, did you? Everythin's laced wit---" Billy observes, suddenly lurching away from the others to finally vomit. They definitely don't need to deal with this. It's his mess.

Oh gods, when will it end?

This looked like it was another one of this situations where Katara was the odd one out as far as knowing what was going on. She was, of course, making sure that the both of them were okay, and it was pretty certain Billy had drank quite a bit. When she saw the vomiting, she still her breath and gave him some water: for his throat and his face.

"What's this about a promise," She asked, wiping off Billy's sweat, addressing Renne.

Rrrr-enne prrrom-iss.....

::Hesitation. Oh yeah. Names. This one, he doesn't speak of. Period. Wincing at the sound of Billy being sick, a paw finds a spot on his back to gently give a rub::

...Him. Noh neh-verrr do drrrin-k. Is-is fohrrr...Noh mie-nerrr.

It was all in one go, so the dry heaves continue for a few more moments. The hands on his face and back soothe him into breathing almost normally again, much to his relief. He's strong enough to set the bucket far aside and down some water after a minute.

"I'll...invent an alcohol detection test. Never again," Billy swears, keeping his words short to avoid the headache. Owww.

But what was that about not having a name? He wasn't feeling well enough to ask.

Katara laughed and patted Billy on the head. "Pacing yourself is kind of important. I guess they must have tricked you. That's definitely not good. I'd hate to see you like this, you're pretty sick."

He just needs to settle down, and hopefully get better. She turned to Renne.

"Is it bad to drink like this? What has it done before?"

Eeee, Ow-kee-haw...it ma-ke do si-ck.

::That's all he really knows anyway and not by experience until now. He hadn't been told much on that night but... No. He won't go there. Not now. For Billy, he offers a pillow (that memory-thing of his)::

Bee?

"'firmative. I never wanted to drink, 'Tara. Knew it'd be awful."

Billy takes another sip of water and sinks down, resting his head on the pillow. The pain's still there, but it's not quite so bad.

"I'll be ok later. But what about you?"

She shook her head, still a little dizzy but very jovial, strangely enough.

"I'm all right, I told you. My head swimming, but I expected most of it, I actually feel pretty happy. Like I said, better to pace yourself with this. too much of a good thing always leads to trouble anyway."

Eee. Rrr-enne ta-ke carrre...B-Beee Tarrr-ta-Tarrrr.

::Little bit of a sway. His skin's going slightly nuts::

"Didn't know it was alcoholic," he protests petulantly, wishing he could've paced himself if he'd had to drink at all.

He extends an arm out in an attempt to catch Renne. "S'okay. We'll rest and the hangover will stop later. 'Opefully."

"Darn right you will," Katara said, looking expectantly at Billy and Renne. "You should rest now. Both of you. Take care, okay?"

Not that she's being dismissive: she'll be here watching over them diligently.

::And here's a Renne half-flopping like a rag over Billy's extended arm. Warble-chirp::

Bu-t Rrrr-enne doo-doo...Do ta-ke carrrre Beeeeee Tarrrr-Ta-Tarrrr.

"You always do," Billy trails off, already starting to be overtaken by exhaustion. His body clearly needs to recuperate from the poison.

"Just stay," is all he asks.

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