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]

"'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.