destinystrings | WINE PARTY EVENT

Who: EVERYONE IN HINOTO-RI
Where: The Square in Scorpio Ward
When: Begins 00:00 New Years!
Summary: Anant and his Persona Dionysus throw a wine party! Mingle, have fun, and watch out for the drinks, some of them are spiked...
Warnings: Alcohol, so expect some silliness in this log. All of the silliness.

It began entirely by accident, really.

Anant had learned that one celebrated the turning of the New Year - a novel experience, really! A world that didn't stand still, that had the cycle of night and day, and the turning of the seasons; the thought of beginning time anew was something beautiful and magnificent to the deluded god. No wonder humans would celebrate such an event!

Dionysus had suggested that perhaps wine would be the best thing to toast the New Year with - and, of course, it would be best to celebrate it where the moon was high in the sky and the stars in view. Atmosphere was just as important! Their quest took them to the square in the Scorpio Ward, nicely fixed up from a past event (something about scorpions, they didn't pry). Anant, of course, brought their own table.

Dionysus supplied the wine, Anant pushed it upon those who were passing by at the time, and soon a crowd began to gather. It started small, but Anant's bubbly personality, delicious wine, and the lighthearted atmosphere drew more and more Hinoto-Ri natives to the scene, and eventually, some of the new arrivals. By the time the clock struck midnight, on the New Years, a large impromptu party had taken over the square!

The free alcohol was possibly the cause of it, but so long as everyone was happy and having fun, why should Anant object to such a thing! To observe such a large congregation of people together - it was magical! Fantastical!

Devious.

It was just past half past twelve in the morning when the 'effect's began appearing. But what did one expect, accepting alcohol from the God of Lunacy? With the moon so high on the sky, washing down on the people below, on such a jovial occasion, how couldn't Dionysus splash a bit of mischief in there?

So have fun, my fellow inhabitants. This night will surely be memorable...

[OOC: Sorry for the tl;dr! Alrighty, so everyone can mingle and do as they please in the comments! You do not have to know Anant to log in - you don't even have to interact with them! Just do your own thing and have fun!

For the list of effects that can occur, click here! You can mix and match, stick with one, or not pick any at all if you want!

HAPPY NEW YEARS!]

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Burd's just going to stare for a second as he sees the human drift further from the party, toward the bench where he's sitting, at the outskirts. The breeze was light, but it was still doing a fair bit to him, and--

Never mind that this didn't make any sense, the guy didn't seem to be having any fun doing it.

Here's a riddle for the human: what sort of wing is about twelve feet long, and covered in giant black feathers?

Answer: the one whose tip just got extended right into his view, and more than that, to within his easy reach. Avitus hadn't gotten up from the back of the bench, but he'd extended a wing out to offer him some help.

"...Are you all right?"

He blinks for a second before grabbing the wing. "Ah... yeah, I guess. Man, I am NEVER taking gravity for granted again. I swear it must've been something in that wine I drank or something." He's still bobbing a bit, but at least he's in one place. "Thanks, uh..."

"...Avitus."

He leaned over, away from the human a bit, so that he could twist his wing a little more easily. He folded its length in at the middle of the wing's "fingers", exactly as a bird's shouldn't, but perhaps a bat's might, as he pulled it around... and neatly brought Nick to the spot beside him, on the bench.

Right, so he could use his wings like arms, more than birds' wings.

"And... I think I know what you mean. I like staying on the ground too." Have a self-conscious little bit of a smile at that.

Nick hurriedly grabs onto the bench. He's still inclined to float, but at least he's not taking the bench with him. "Heh. Kinda funny hearing that from someone with wings. Well, I'm not one to judge." He shifts to put a hand out, starts a bit as he starts floating again, and regrabs the bench. "Nicholas Reeve. Er, I'd shake, but, uh..." He indicates himself sheepishly.

Avitus was silent just a second, trying to figure out how to reply to that... and whatever thought it was that'd crossed his mind, he couldn't help the little laugh it brought him. He put a hand up, covering most of the lower part of his face, until he'd calmed down. Have a head-shake from an amused bird-ish person, as he put his wing out again, unfolding it once more... and gently put it around Nick's shoulders in what was almost a hug. There, now he could relax about having to hold onto the bench so much, and... relax.

"It's all right. I didn't ask to get stuck with wings, any more than I bet you asked to float around here."

Doesn't hurt, at least. He still looks pretty embarrassed though.

"Ah, no I... oh, the wings aren't a normal thing? Sorry, I didn't realize... It's not the drinks, is it?"

"What? No, no. It's not. Wine couldn't--" His smile froze there a second, apparently having to revise his statement before he even finished it.

"I mean, it's not like if--" Paaaauuuuuse.

"Well, not alone. I mean--" His smile was turning into a frown as he thought this over. What, so he came from a world in which it might? He absently tapped his pencil's tip against the sketchbook page, putting some light little dots on the ground, in the drawing he'd done of some of the other party-goers.

"...I'm certain none of my brothers would drink enough to consider such a thing...." More of a frown. Wherever his mind was taking this, that drinking too much could lead to someone having wings, well... if the human wanted to try following that train of thought, it was on him.

He's heard of stranger things.

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything. I guess it's more of a familial thing, huh? Still, wings aren't so bad. Means you can get above it all sometimes, right?" He looks at himself. "...deliberately, I mean."

"...Maybe if I start liking heights." He couldn't help something of a snerk at that, which turned into a little laugh, his frown turning to more of a self-conscious smile as his cheeks went a bit purple. At least he sees something funny about it?

"But... I guess you could say it's a family thing."

"Geez, a guy who has wings but doesn't like heights? That's gotta be awkward as hell. But you know, they say it's not really the HEIGHT, it's the FALL that kills you. Ah ha ha..." He clears his throat. "Okay, I guess it's not that funny."

He catches the tone of voice in that. "What ELSE could I say it is, just out of curiosity?" he asks.

There's that little laugh again -- he knows full well that it's ridiculous, but... well, it is what it is! It mostly only stops being funny when he's actually presented with heights. "It's kind of like a human being afraid of going swimming, I suppose?

"But it's a... species thing, perhaps? Or... no, maybe not quite; the clans all turned out quite differently. It's a clan thing, at any rate. But I suppose that equates to famil-- er... I mean... lineage? ...having a common ancestor.... Hm." It was certainly something that was making him think, whatever it was.

Edited 2013-01-09 08:48 (UTC)

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