Raise a Glass [OPEN]

[lordshield]

Who: The XV Cast and You!
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.

Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.

Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.

[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]

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[warpstriking]

"My bad." At least he'll admit it. "'was someone's foot fer me, too."

Whose, he has no idea. Too drunk to really notice. Yet he does try to push himself off the ground to at least sit up. Whoo boy. The room's still spinning.

[littlemhigan]

"Bloody feet," Castor grumbles, trying to get back up onto her own, "trippin' people left 'n right."

She stands, finally, and she's a little wobbly but seems otherwise fine as she leans over to give Noctis a hand up as well. "C'mon you. Yer face is too pretty te stay on the floor."

[warpstriking]

Oh hey. "You swear like Iggy," he mutters, because his drunken brain can only really think of his brother and adviser when someone says 'bloody' anything and they aren't talking about the state of being covered in blood.

He takes that hand, though. Careful to not drag her back down as he puts more weight on his feet. He's also wobbly, but a decent amount more than Castor herself. It's a miracle he doesn't have the hiccups, too. "Thanks." Is it for the hand up? Or the compliment? Who knows, but it's probably both.

[littlemhigan]

"Ye think that's something, I'll bring ye to Limsa Lominsa with me next time I go. Their curses're an art."

Castor holds onto Noctis until he looks like he's got some semblance of balance, and then shifts a little towards his left side - Even in this state, she remembers their playfight from a few weeks ago and how he'd favoured it.

"Ye got someone around? I think yer done fer the night..."

[warpstriking]

"Limsa...?" He asks, kind of curious. The kind of curious that, if Ignis wasn't completely shit-faced drunk and likely talking about breaking necks with Shiro, would be pulling him away. The young king clearly doesn't need to hear even more colorful vocabulary (he clearly does).

Something very tiny and drowned out by alcohol acknowledges how Castor shifts towards his left, but he's still too out of it to bring it up.

"Think most of 'em are worse off 'n me." He mutters, looking around. Sure enough, Gladio was starting a bar fight with Ravus. Prompto was looking sad in the corner and- yep. There's Iggy alright, having a drunken antics talk with Shiro. "...Yep. Definitely worse."

He's not even going to touch on his dad or Clarus right now. Who seem preoccupied.

[littlemhigan]

"Port city," she says, dragging over a chair, "Full've pirates. 'S about as colourful and about as full of shite as ye might think. Good booze, good stories, an' the absolute worst people."

She follows Noct's gaze around the room and resists a sigh of dismay at somehow being one of the most functional people in the building right now.

"Congratulations, ye've come out of this less of a wreck than yer pals. Ye wanna stay a bit or ye want me to call ye a ride?"

[warpstriking]

"'Got a bad history with port cities." He mutters, before sitting down with a hand to his forehead. "Buuut never been one to say no to an adventure."

Oh Six. How the hells did this happen?

"Well, 'cept for my dad. Who's somehow my age." He shrugs. "This shit is weird. And I'mma stay a bit." Because he has a feeling he's in for a headache or three when he gets home. Or in the morning. It's complicated.

[littlemhigan]

"Sounds like a story there, but I ain't about te pry. Ye ain't gonna do any adventurin' in this shape anyrate."

Castor looks around, finally noticing and then waving her Moogle over. "Benny, love, bring us some water yeah?" the moogle 'Kupo's quietly and flutters off. "Ye tellin me that yer Da showed up, here, the same age you are? Sounds as though The Keeper's got a bone te pick wiv ye."

[warpstriking]

"Le's just say me and gods don't exactly have the best first meetings." Which is why he hesitated on picking up summoner. Despite basically doing that back home, thanks to...

Nope. Not gonna finish that thought. Just gonna rest his head on the table. Mostly because he's now officially distracted by the question, and- "Who the hell's the Keeper?" He asks, completely sincerely. Too out of it to realize it's probably one of her world's gods. "But... yeah. He is." He points him out in the crowd. Same black hair, but wavy (like his is without copious amounts of hair gel), and green eyes.

[littlemhigan]

"I can appreciate that," Castor mutters a little darkly, "Had to put down my fair share've 'em...or however close to 'em primals get at any rate..."

Castor settles herself and resists the urge to rub Noct's back as a means of comfort and instead follows the direction of Noctis' pointing. "The Keeper is a name for Althyk, the god of Time back 'ome. Eldest 'o the Twelve, patron of historians an' diviners alike...Huh. I can see the resembalnce."

[warpstriking]

"'s a bad thing to kill one of 'em back home..." He mutters, looking up almost as if he sensed that urge to touch him. No touchie the back. "The Niffs killed the Glacian 'n the region's been in a per...manent state of winter since." He meant perpetual but the word's escaping him right this moment. As the explanation though, it dawns on him.

"Huh. We don't have a god of time on Eos." Not that he knows of, anyway. "Time traveling Messengers, on the other hand..." A chuckle escapes him. Ah, he misses Umbra. "War, Fire, Ice, Earth, Water, and Lightning, on the other hand..."

[littlemhigan]

"Can't kill 'em fast enough. They don't....die really, but...urf...m' too drunk t'explain primals right now."

Though she wonders at his telling of the Glacian, and her mind travels to Coerthas, and to Shiva and to Ysale and...

"We got twelve of 'em. Gods. Two each for an element, astral or umbral, and they all have dominion over somethin' else. Don't think any of 'em move through time though... Well. Alexander did that. Maybe? He was a primal though, not a god."

[warpstriking]

"Remind me to ask you when we're both sober, then." Noctis smiles faintly,sitting up a little bit more- or, more accurately, leaning on his elbows with his hands clasped in front of him on the table.

She's not too far off, either.

"Beats me. Never heard of 'em." He says, pausing and squinting at a certain moogle lying on their back, on a table. Blink... blink... That certainly is Ivory flopping a little like his catch a few days ago before he put the fish in a bucket. "Gonna have to carry 'er home," he says with a sigh. 'Somehow' is implied.

[littlemhigan]

"Mmm. Will."

She watches Benny flutter back, somehow carrying a whole pitcher of water and two clean cups. "Thanks darlin'..." She takes the things from Benny, but notices Noctis staring at....Oh.

Oh dear. "Poor lil' shite."

[warpstriking]

"Thanks. Not sure how much I'll remember 'bout tonight." He mixed and drank way too much. The mixing courtesy of a certain drunk at the bar. He barely registers that Benny returned with water and two cups. Just keeping an eye on the drunken moogle to make sure she doesn't flop off the-

-thud-

...Table.

"Rest in pieces, Ivory." She did it to herself just like he did. They'll be sorry for it in the morning.

[littlemhigan]

Castor visibly winces at the sound, though whether it's in discomfort or empathy is anyone's guess.

"Poor lass... 'ang on..." Castor stumbles back up and plods over to scoop the unconscious moogle up into her arms. "D'ja believe this isn't the worst state I've seen a moogle in?"

[warpstriking]

Welcome to the visibly wincing club, party of two and one drunken moogle. He has no idea which it is for Castor, but for Noct? Eh, it's a mixture of the two.

'ku-ku...po?' The poor thing is so dizzy; it's kind of sad.

"...I'm almost scared to ask." Because before coming here? He'd never seen a real one. Ever.

[littlemhigan]

"Group've seven of the little buggers went an' summoned a Primal on us once. Good king Moggle Mog, th' thirteenth. Had te lay all seven of 'em out twice te finally put the Primal down, but it was a fuckin' ridiculous half-bell of m'life."

She takes a seat next to Noctis, but holds onto Ivory for awhile longer, making sure the poor moogle wasn't still likely to twitch herself back off the table.