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[secondthoughts]

Who ☀ Hector & "everyone"
What ☀ It's Hector's birthday!
When ☀ August 5
Where ☀ Lumina Cloth. Surprise!
Content Warnings ☀ drunk people, will add as needed

[ Arrive at Mac Anu, where the welcome party was held, to find it...empty? A quick look on the forums shows a little edit to Hector's post:

We're popping Lumina Cloth's cherry! See you there :-)

So that's where he is.

In the center of the brightly illuminated nighttime city, Hector's set himself up for his little get together. But since he doesn't have any tables or plates or anything fancy like that, all the alcohol and food he bought from various vendors are just...strewn around the floor. The food is probably still good to eat, though. It's fine. Take what strikes your fancy!

Hector's wearing his outfit again. He lounges on the steps of that funky spinny thing in the center of town, and anyone who gets close enough to hear him will hear music coming from his mic. Give him a break. He's doing his best.

When enough people have gathered, he might actually get up and drag everyone into a drinking game.

So enjoy—eat, drink, mingle, and smack your friends! PvP is enabled here, after all :) ]

Comments

[tylorific]

[ A drunken little laugh comes from Tylor first, as he keeps a tenuous hold onto the side of some building with one hand.

His wave continues a little too long though. The rest of his grip is slipping slowly as he wobbles. Confidently, too loud-- ]

Of course! I'm doing great! Don't you want to see the city? [ He wavers, before grinning and adding. ] -- come on, my tall friend, give me a boost?

[wowcool]

Ohhhh. Be careful. You look like you're gonna fall down. Then what will happen to you! You'll hit your head!

[He's coming closer, before giving a little dubious look at the ask.]

You sure I can do that? Wouldn't you be heavy? Or does that not matter...

[tylorific]

Well, it would hurt real bad! But I wouldn't die.

[ Tylor looks over at the ground, drunkenly leaning so far he almost topples over before course correcting with a wobble. ]

Oh, it's not that hard! But it's alright if you don't want to... [ He squints up the building and then back to this new guy. Then he seems to make the decision to climb down. It's a reckless path born of impatience, and he misses the last step only to actually start falling this time. A shorter distance, but painful all the same. ]

[wowcool]

Ah, are you sure?

[If you die in the game will you die in real life?]

[Well, he won't say anything on that, not when this man is moving down and then Falling-]

Ah! [He's lurching forward, attempting to catch.] Are you alright?

[tylorific]

[ Caught, if he's fast enough as Tylor falls backward into him. Tylor is all drunken dead weight, light but pulled by fake gravity. Whether they are both on the ground now or not-- there's some disorientation as he squints up at his apparent savior.

Once he seems to figure out up from down, he beams at him. ]

Wow, thank you! Sorry about that, friend.

[ Have a friend request. Actually, have five because he accidentally hits it too many times. ]

[wowcool]

[flipping a coin and WE ARE GOING DOWN. I'M YELLING TIMBER]

[He lands with a low "oof" before pushing himself up for a moment. And then he's hit, disorientingly, by the friend requests. Something a little pained passes through his expression, and he moves to pat the man once. Twice. Five times overall.]

You're quite eager. My friend! Its alright, I accept you.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor laughs at the pats, pushed out as exhales in time to each one. All five. He attempts to stand when that retribution has been paid, with much shifting and little grace. Sorry, new friend's lap. But once upright, Tylor offers his hand to help him up. ]

Oh, I am. We're in this game together, after all, how lucky! [ He blinks, a little frown. ] But are you okay?

[wowcool]

Ah, me?

[He seems a bit taken aback by the ask, staring at him for a moment...]

[Before letting out a little drunken giggle, shrugging.]

I have a lot on my mind! Don't be like me. Be free! Be merry!

[tylorific]

Wow, that's awful nice advice, thanks.

[ Is Anaido still grounded? If so, Tylor is squatting. And if not, he is correcting his stupid slouch to draw up as tall as he can. Either way, the attempt is to meet him on his current level.

A pause, he smiles, and then cheerily-- ]

But what's on your mind? I don't have any worries, so you can share some with me if you want.

[wowcool]

You're welcome.

[He sure is. The ground is nice. Maybe he'll just lay here forever. That would be nice.]

Oh, you're asking? [He opens his mouth - meaning to lie - but can't. He flounders mentally for a moment, frowning.] Too many things. I can't stop thinking, sometimes.

[tylorific]

Oh, I see.

[ Tylor tilts his own empty head, seemingly comfortable enough to stay squatted next to him as long as Anaido is grounded. There is genuine concern, obscured a bit only by the slight slur to his words-- ]

So can you pick one thing? Or is that too hard?

[wowcool]

It's sometimes quite hard! It's like getting into a hole.

[He lets out a slow, shaky exhale.]

You can't pull yourself out.

[tylorific]

That's rough.

[ Tylor reaches out to bop him on the nose. However far he gets in that endeavor, he is as nonplussed as his smile is sincere-- ]

Well, I think you need a distraction then. Do you like games?

[wowcool]

[He wrinkles his nose at the poke, anaido no like banana! But then blinks at the question.]

Ah, I do like games! After all, we're in one now.

[tylorific]

[ That's all the confirmation he needs. Tylor drops back onto the ground, holding a deck of cards from his inventory. Originally, from the casino. It's fine, the ground looks clean and none of this is real.

Anyway, he's already started drunkenly dealing them seven cards. ]

Ever played go fish? It's like that, but we can make up rules as we go.

[wowcool]

[Ah.]

[He looks down at the cards, then at Tylor, before picking them up - he does something with his hands, where he uses his thumb to cross over what's in his hand, in an attempt to block most of the cards and whatever is on them, leaving only the top visible for him.]

Sure. What are the rules?

[tylorific]

Well, it's easy!

You ask me if I have a specific card. If I have it, then you get to ask me a question--anything you want. And then I give you the card to keep in your hand. Your turn only ends when you ask for a card I don't have-- then you have to draw a card instead.

[ Tylor explains while haphazardly looking at his own cards-- and almost forgets the important part. The rest of the deck is between them, ready to be drawn from. ]

Oh, and when you get four matching cards, you have to show them. But you can give me a dare if you want.

[ A pause-- ] The winner has the most cards at the end, but I don't know what the prize will be yet. Ready?

[wowcool]

Oooookay.

[He draws out the word, tilting his head as his eyes flicker back up and down between Tylor and the cards in his hand. A little shaky exhale, and then...a curt little nod. Okay. he can do this.]

Mm, do you think we should pull from the deck in between turns?

[tylorific]

Sure!

[ Tylor agrees easily. He's drunk enough to half reach for the deck before laughing and pulling his hand back to cradle his cards to his chest instead. Nice save! ]

Okay, you can go first.

[wowcool]

Um. Hm.

[He squints at the top of his cards.]

Queeeeeeen of Hearts?

[tylorific]

Aw, man. You got me!

[ Tylor hands over his card with a short lived frown. It's not hard to catch sight of at least one other queen in his hand as he leans over slightly to offer up his Queen. ]

[wowcool]

Oh, wow! I'm quite lucky.

[Hm. Now a questionnnn.]

What's...your greatest fear?

[tylorific]

I've never really thought about it!

[ A bubble of a laugh. Then he hums a moment and thinks about it. But only briefly, and it's almost like the words are coming out as soon as the thought of them formulates-- ]

Every day being exactly the same!

[wowcool]

...Oh.

[Huh.]

That is a pretty interesting fear! You don't like to be bored?

[tylorific]

[ Another laugh! He's brimming with them, with the amount he's had to drink.
Speaking of drinks, have an offer of his inventory whiskey like they aren't playing a game. ]

Who likes to be bored?