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insertmeathere2010-10-23 10:42 pm
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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.
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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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.
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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.
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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?
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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::
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She put it down, shaking her head. Was THIS drunk?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Kate giggled at something randomly, and waved around to some of the locals very friendly-like.
"Hiiii!"
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Somebody tell him flying while intoxicated is a bad thing?
Before he gets too high in the air with all the kites?
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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."
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