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(OPEN MINGLE) Ain't no party like an Aldrip party

Who: The Chosen
Where: Aldrip inn
What: Open mingle log (with mod approval)!
Warnings: Nothing major anticipated, other than light (underaged) drinking and comic mischief, but PM me if any warn-worthy things happen and I can update this space.

Feel free to use this log as a completely open mingle for all characters new and old! There will be a few prompts below the cut, but you're free mess around with them or come up with your own ideas for toplevels, and tag around as you please.

Nestled in the heart of the quaint town of Aldrip, the inn, formally known as The Inn, has housed the Chosen of Expiation since their initial arrival. In spite of the occasional influx of new Chosen, they've dedicatedly provided rooms, food and drink, and basic amenities without buckling—even during the food shortages and other issues that have plagued the town. Of course, the Chosen have been no slouches themselves, repaying the hospitality with mercenary work, hunting and fishing, cooking, completing odd jobs, and much more to help bolster the economy. Even those, er, less magnanimous sorts have benefitted from this give-and-take, although there are those that prefer their living space to be a bit more solitary (or perhaps cave-ier) that might not have noticed as much.

In the days to follow, most won't be able to recount exactly how The Party started. The true story is that one particular new arrival, after having spent a day or two scouting the area out and, deciding it's chill enough, opted to do what he does best: be a public menace. What is known is that rounds of drinks start getting ordered and handed out, and soon platters of cheese, fresh bread, and other victuals make the rounds as well, appearing on tables that quickly begin filling with people. Somehow, someway, local musicians are pulled in to play and given a striking, energetic setlist to set the tone. The word gets out—party at the inn!

And boom: just like that, it's a party, and everyone's invited.

Early on, the offerings are relatively meager. The inn's food stores aren't completely bottomless after the shortages, to say the least, and there are a sight more Chosen (and local residents who also join in on the fun) than there is free food to toss at them. The drinks range from milk, water and juice to scuzzy, pisswater beer, which is a bit more plentiful. As the tavern portion of the inn fills with people, the music relatively ambient so that you can still hear the people at the table next to you talking, others bring their own food and drink, adding to the options on offer.

Others bring things like cards to play with, or dice and coins to gamble with, and set up spaces at tables toward the back. There's even an amateur fortune teller, heavy emphasis on amateur. Maybe you've got some party games of your own in mind, or you're a natural-born performer and want to hit the stage. Maybe you'd rather just grab a pint and lurk in the corner doing some people-watching. Or maybe you're just hungry and want to stuff a bunch of cheese in your pockets for later. Either way, there's something here for everyone.

As evening wears on, the peaceful inn party blossoms into a proper block bash. Even if you're not the partygoing sort, it'd be a little difficult to ignore the sheer ruckus going on downstairs while you attempt to read quietly in your room. The music, chatter and laughter carries on down the street, attracting even more people. By this point, it seems as if the food and drinks have multiplied, thanks mostly in part to others showing up with their own offerings, Chosen and local alike. It's getting rowdy in a few places—the music's louder and livelier, people are dancing and singing, and the gambling/party games' stakes seem to just keep climbing higher and higher. It's a good time all around. If you're not the quiet, loner type, anyway.

Thinking of sitting this one out? Think again: somebody starts going around to all the rooms and knocking on the doors, calling out to come join the fun. By the time you get to the door, though, whoever's up here disturbing the peace is gone, but maybe you can track them down by their voice at some point and wring their neck later.

In addition to the escalating merriment, all this imbibing also has the added benefit of loosening a few lips. Now's your chance to pick up the latest Aldrip gossip! You might even hear tell of a few pesky monsters that need slaying, so if you want to jump on that bounty before anyone else gets to it, you better act quickly. (But maybe don't run out into the woods in the middle of the night to fight monsters while inebriated... or do, nobody's stopping you.)

Late into the night, the festivities are still going, and they're... messy. Fortunately the drinks and provisions seem to have run to the bottom of the barrel, so those that've been partying hard for hours are getting cut off whether they like it or not. The band's getting tired, the tempo of the music fluctuating. Some people might like to go to bed sometime soon, so maybe now it's time for the voices of reason to tell those still dancing on top of the tables to get down. And why is there a chicken in here? ...And oh no, somebody tell those guys to take that swordfight outside!! Yeeaaahh, maybe it's about time to shut this production down.

Or maybe not. Let the good times roll until the sun comes up! That's up to you.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(he's drunk, but lately, it feels like kotone has seen that more often than his sober state. it's fine. he's still awfully functional even so, like not even liters upon liters of alcohol could dull him, unfortunately to him!

he's still drinking, whatever it is, and bothering the poor bartender for detergent, poison, something!! come on, don't be a square!! he won't tattle!! and then the familiar voice, and he quits immediately to look at his mentee. she's so cute!! look at her!!

his fingers go to her cheeks, where he pinches, all giddy.)

Yes!! Always!! Koto-chan, you're so precious!!!! Look at you, being super precious and dancy queen!! The best mentee ever!!

Ooow, Dazai-san!

[She pouts at him and swats at his hands. That hurts!! But she laughs a few seconds later anyway, shaking her head at him.]

If I didn't know better, I'd think you planned this.

You PRECIOUS, even if you swat me!

(a look around, another look, a third look --)

No, too much work.

[She sticks her tongue out at him! Take that!]

That's how I knew you didn't plan it. There's no way you'd get it started. Suggest that someone else start it, maybe...

[She's got a few of your numbers, buddy.]

Have you been behaving yourself? [As if their ages are reversed...]

Everywhere is a party if you think it is, don't you think?

(no, but that's how he lives life. his bandaged hands wrap around his drink, and down his throat it goes, before he taps the rim for a refill.)

... No! And you shouldn't either!

[She laughs at him again, resting her chin back in both hands.]

Hey, maybe I haven't been when you're not looking!!

[It's possible! Even very likely! She giggles and winks at him.]

Good!! Good!! Good-- pet?

(ah, he's back on his bullshit, sorry, kotone... but alas, there's just a gentle giggle from him as he watches the cup fill with... he's gonna say it's whiskey, but he has no idea, to be honest.)

I saw you dancing! I'm happy for you!

If you want pets, you have to put your head down.

[The prospect of reaching up to pet his head is so, so tiring. Get your head closer to her level if you want pets, Dazai!]

Yeah, I had a lot of fun... I hope everybody else did, too. This was a really good idea.

Aaaaurgh, gotta do everything in this house.

(dazai this is a compromise. he does rest his head on the counter, though, there, pet? pet pet????)

We don't really all know each other, so it's a nice way, isn't it?

[She giggles at him, but as promised, once his head is on the counter, she reaches over and gently runs her fingers through his hair, petting him like a particularly alcohol-soaked cat.]

It is... I'd never have thought of something like this myself. Or at least, I wouldn't know how to get it started.

["Parties" at the dorms were usually just hang-outs with food, not something this... rowdy. They were still fun! But in a different way.]

There's a lot of different ways to keep people's spirits up, huh? I should remember this.

(and like the cat he is, he moves around to the caress, guiding to the Best Spots as it is. ah, then this is probably kotone's first party, isn't it? dazai's had his fill of clubs and parties in his lifetime.)

I should have planted a bomb. First to disarm it....! Gets a free drink. Not this shitty beer, but from my own stash? Ah, next time...!

[She tugs his hair. No! Bad!]

Dazai-san, you can't do something like that! Nobody would want to come to a party you planted a bomb at!

[And especially not for such a mediocre prize!]

But it'd be a surprise. What if it wasn't even a good one? Like a glitter bomb? I can definitely put that together, I'm sure. Augh, party pooper!!

(EXCUSE HE HAS GREAT ALCOHOL IN HIS ROOM?)

[D a z a i !]

Okay, a glitter bomb might be funny, but only if we ever get modern washing machines. Could you imagine trying to get all that out by hand?

[She smooths down the hair she'd tugged by way of apology.]

Not to mention having to clean the inn... it would take longer than the actual party would last, I bet, and that's no fun.

Confetti bomb...? Water bomb... Face pie-delivery... I can make all that... Koto-chan... You need to enable me more!!!

(here, drink this, please, help him brainstorm!!!)

Do the people who get hit with the pies get to eat them after?

[Because if so, she's in. She wrinkles her nose as he pushes his drink toward her, but tries taking a sip anyway. Whiskey?]

Eugh, yuck! This tastes awful!

[Take it back! Take it back! It made her tongue tingle a little bit!]

I don't see why not! I just think it's funny! Imagine! Ah, Koto-chan, where's your kiddo spirit, you're more grown in the heart than I am!!!

(and his words backfire with the face she makes. ah, yes, it's the same face he probably made when he had his own first drink.)

People drink to suffer!

I just feel like someone, [probably Dazai himself,] will stick me with cleaning duty after whatever happens! Ugh...

[Exhausting. She wrinkles her nose at him again, more visibly, as if to prove her point.]

I'd rather not suffer at all if I have the choice! Aren't you the one who always says you don't want to feel pain?

[She boops his forehead.]

Oh, learn to run. You should get yourself a chasm!!! I'll find a nice one for you.

(you're a shit mentor, sir. the boop only makes him come forward a little bit, as to silently tell her his head is up!!!)

I will reserve the right to not say what I was going to say! Oof, oof! Almost came out, almost blurted. Change subject!

[She just sighs at him. Honestly, he wants her to be a kid, but then he acts like this and makes her feel like she has to take care of him! Honestly...

She does still go back to petting the top of his head, though.]

Do you actually want to change the subject, or do you want me to ask you what it is? 'Cause we can talk about, umm... [she looks around the room for an idea,] Your nails! Is the polish still on?

[Show her your hands, mister, or tell her what you were going to say (probably something morbid).]

Oh, yes! Look!

(please, new subject, it was not morbid, it was kinky, she deserves better. either way, he is still excited about the nails, so he slowly comes back into a straight posture to show her his black nails.)

You can sleep over at any time, okay? If I can find some games for us, we have dinner once a week.

[Well, alright, suit yourself, buddy! She takes his hands to look them over herself, making sure they aren't chipping or coming off. Hmm...]

I'd like that a lot. Having dinner, at least if Chuuya's cooking again...

[She waves Dazai's hands a little with a laugh before releasing them again and returning her elbow to the table, chin in her hand to smile at him more than a little teasingly.]

I'm trying to get him to join Cooking Club. Do you think he'll do it?

Without a second thought. It's you asking, and he likes you, so. He's that easy!

(this is not slander, this is an honest to god comment. chuuya's loyal, and he goes the extra mile for his people, and doing something he enjoys on top of that? so easy, so so so easy.)

Oooh, so I don't need to bribe him like I do you?

[Ugh, he sat up again, so she just pats the back of his hand instead of the top of his head.]

As long as he'll have fun. I don't want him to do it just because of... some weird sense of obligation or something.

Ah, no? I have to bribe him or force him or anything else, my life is super hard. But, no, it wouldn't be out of a weird sense of obligation. He'd do it to spend time with you, and he does like cooking, you know.

(OUT THERE PUTTING CHUUYA ON BLAST.)

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