⨂ Eustace's Bach--er, Camping Party ⨂

[pactmarshal]

Who: Eustace & all his male CR
Which: Semi-closed log, forward-dated to the weekend before the wedding (November 26-27)
Where: Out in a cosy clearing of the Wildlands
What: Eustace can't make up his goddamn mind, so he invites all the men he knows to his bachelor party. He intends for it to be a relaxed hangout, but...well. We'll see.
Warnings: Alcohol, underage drinking, ghosts, more to be added if they come up

» invitation
At some point in early November, all those named by Eustace (aka, every man Eustace has had CR with) will receive a short message from Trahearne over the journals:

Hello. If you aren't aware yet, Eustace will be getting married this winter. He has invited you and several others to join him in a pre-celebration of the occasion called a "bachelor party." This will be held on Saturday, 11/26 at a location in the Wildlands (see attached map). Please bring food and drink and anything else you will need for camping.

No need to reply. If you are unable to attend for any reason, feel free to ignore this message. If you will be coming, we will see you there.

For those who are reluctant, or want to go but can't find a good excuse, some of Eustace's dogs will appear at those characters' houses without warning to dognap them. The flower dogs can make use of vines for those who really want their characters to suffer for this party.

While any of the dogs may come to grab people, only the male dogs will stay for the party, of course. There will be 5 dogs in attendance total--4 corgis and 1 flower dog.


» campgrounds

In the weeks beforehand, Trahearne and Beat went and scouted out a suitable little place for the shindig: A clearing in the woods flanked by a small cabin. The cabin sits nestled among the trees at the edge of the clearing. The clearing itself is sizeable--there's a place for chopping firewood, a ring of stones in the middle suggesting its use as a bonfire spot, and a grill built into the ground nearer the cabin.

The ground here is soft, but not muddy--perfectly suitable to sleep on. Beat and Trahearne made sure to clear away excess leaves from the ground to make things more comfortable.

The woods around the clearing are not thick, but they are still wilderness. There is abundant, if mundane flora to be found, and smaller critters that happily scamper around in the daylight. Who knows what lurks beyond in the nighttime... Better keep those fires going to keep the bad things away.

» cabin

The small cabin at the edge of the clearing is just that--small. It is comprised of only two rooms. The front room is a sitting room with a small kitchen, kept warm by a wood stove. Visitors to the cabin are free to make themselves comfortable in front of the fire on the couch big enough for three, or the large sitting chair by the window. The dining table only seats two, and it sits snug against the back of the couch.

The back room is home to the bedroom. Here, the visitors will find two bunk beds--enough sleeping room for four (or more if you wanna share i'm not judging). All the beds are made and equipped with soft, clean blankets and pillows. It seems whoever was here first was anticipating the party.

There is also another door in the bedroom, which leads to a closet. The particularly nosy will find all sorts of things useful for a cabin stay inside: extra pillows, blankets, tools for maintenance, an extra grill... You name it! Within reason!

On the outside, there is a stockpile of wood for the wood stove, and an outhouse. Just the one.

» nighttime

This is an overnight party, by the way. And when night falls, that's when the real fun begins.

As mentioned before, there is more than enough space in the clearing to create a big bonfire. But be careful--it's dry and windy. Take care not to unwittingly set any of the trees on fire. The ground is comfortable enough to sleep on (especially for those seasoned travelers), but for those who don't want to rough it completely, there are tents and sleeping bags.

The cabin is for those who don't like or can't sleep outside. It is comfortable and warm, yes, especially with all those others in the same room... But there's a catch. It's haunted. The ghost that inhabits the cabin isn't malicious, thankfully. It's friendly, in fact. Perhaps a little too friendly. Those sleeping in the cabin may find themselves poked and prodded into awakening at odd hours. Besides that, it's harmless. Promise.

Treat this as a mingle log! The setting description above is just the stage--feel free to come up with games, have your characters bring things to add to the mix, play around with the things mentioned above. It can be as chill...or not as chill as you want.

Comments

[flamekthunder]

[Just going to slightly tilt his head to the side, ear pinning back slightly before a bucket made of ice appears beneath Beat's face.]

Aim for that.

[STILL WALKING well even if Beat misses he at least protected himself for the most part.]

[stillarhino]

[It's only when Trahearne is by his side that Beat realizes that he wasn't alone. But instead of fighting or running away, he stands back up with another unopened bottle of beer in his other hand.]]

Took you long enough, Nightlight! Here! [Just like that, he shoves the unopened bottle into Trahearne's free hand so he could reach for the bun. He takes a huge bite of it, taking large swigs of beer in between. The vegetables remain untouched.]

Nah, nah, no one's gonna get sick, yo. 'Specially me. I ain't ever sick.

[He even points towards himself with his thumb, causing some of the beer to spill out of the lip and splash onto him.]

Oops. My bad, yo.

[stillarhino]

[And yet he still fights. Looking over his shoulder he glares daggers at the back of Eustace's head.]

I don't need it. I said I'm aight, didn't I? So jus' put me down—

[And that's when he feels it, the same woozy feeling that he had felt earlier, after he had stood up and when he was tossed over Eustace's shoulder. This time it wasn't going away. There isn't even a chance for him to cover his mouth before he is earlier complaints is replaced by the sound of regurgitation. Only half of it makes it into the bucket, while the rest splatter onto the ice cape and on the ground.

Guess he did need it.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor hums for a moment in thought before he snaps and points at 76's face. (Might want to be careful or he's going to accidentally poke your eye out.)]

Yer like a less grouchy version of dear Husker!

[lonelysmiles]

It was always good to meet someone with a fellow love of (and stomach for) spicy foods.

"Well then, this is a fine way to establish such a tradition in this lovely little dream world, don't you think?"

[lonelysmiles]

"Oh nonsense." Alastor literally waved off the apologies. "As I said, it's been ninety years. Any residual trauma from my death has well and truly faded by now, replaced by new traumas that Hell has seen fit to throw at me...though admittedly even those have gotten a bit stale."

Yeah. He was bored of literal Hell. Wrap your mind around that one, Beat.

[pactmarshal]

That is strange, isn't it.

[ It still befuddles Trahearne that Reverein's population is overwhelmingly human (and he counts Eustace as one. Sorry, Eustace). ]

There are humans on Tyria, yes, but they are a dying race, long past their glory days. They only remain relevant because of the political power they once held over Tyria. [ Beer sip. Human history is his specialty, in a way. ] But you're just as likely to see a charr, a norn, asura, or sylvari. There are even a plethora of minor races, like the hylek or the quaggan.

[ He looks over with a wry smile. ] Which is why it's been so shocking to live among so many humans. I feel a bit out of place at times.

[pactmarshal]

[ "I ain't never sick"? Famous last words.

Trahearne places the unopened bottle of beer at his feet, not really interested in drinking it. He gives Beat a flat look. ]

Sit down and slow down. [ His personal rule about touching be damned--Trahearne reaches to place his hand on Beat's back, forcibly turning him back to where they were sitting. ] Come. Let's go back to our spot. I promise you'll have more fun if you pace yourself.

[pactmarshal]

"It really is."

Trahearne nodded.

"This occasion is turning out to be a splendid one--I think there's no better way to mark the first of its kind."

[lonelysmiles]

"Absolutely!" Alastor beamed at Trahearne. "And to think this is just the lead-up to the main event!"

[flamekthunder]

[....Ugh. Maybe he should have dropped him. Still, at least the precautions work, and he's instantly shedding the layer of ice before quickly creating another one as he continues to approach the cabin and soon reaches it, kicking open the door.]

[flamekthunder]

[All names he's never heard of. He looks at Trahearne curiously before speaking.]

I'd say our major races are fairly equal. Erunes, humans, draphs, and harvins. We also have lesser known races that are scattered about and vary on their degree of intelligence. We also have races that are more alien to our world.

[flamekthunder]

Really?

[Pardon his skeptic, wry grin.]

I'd have to ask the type, then.

[steadypulse]

[His head tipped back a bit from the sudden pointing(good thing for that visor huh-) and— well, he was still keeping rooted to be a stable brace despite it.]

Acquaintance of yours back home, I assume? First time I've been called less grouchy.

[A touch of dry amusement to his tone.]

[noblegarnet]

Oh, nothing crazy. Music, food, games.

[And he would not be shy about kicking out anybody who didn't follow his rules, of which there were a few.]

It was just stuff for teenagers, obviously—but enough to make people interested in getting on my good side, you know.

[pactmarshal]

"Yes," Trahearne's own smile widened. "I think the main event is going to be spectacular. I've never been to a wedding before, but I think this one is going to be extra special."

Because it was taking place here, in Songerein, and they were celebrating Eustace and Tifa. What else could he ask for?

[lonelysmiles]

"It's been nearly a century since I was last invited to such an event, honestly. Holy matrimony isn't exactly popular in Hell! Ha ha!"

And, honestly, when the Radio Demon showed up, the party tended to stop.

[lonelysmiles]

One of my contractees!

[Alastor is positively giddy. A good thing he's been cut off...for now.]

[He leans towards 76 to whisper conspiratorially to him.]

Honestly, I tried to bring him and darling Niffty here, but the Well spat out my baubles. Very rude! Why should others get to summon what's theirs and I can't?

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne grins at Eustace for a second. ]

It's rather ironic, considering humans are not native to Tyria.

[ They're the aliens. They're so...fleshy compared to everyone else. ]

If you don't mind me asking... [ He pauses. Is this going to be offensive? ] Do the races in your world look mostly human, like you?

[stillarhino]

[While the act of throwing up felt awful, Beat did start to feel a little better. Whatever energy and giddiness he had earlier had worn off, especially as he felt his stomach churn once more. All he could do was let out a long groan as Eustace continued to cart him off.

The kick and creaking of the door as it opened caused him to jostle in Eustace's grip.]

You takin' me to the cabin? Don't ya know it's haunted?

[Or at least he assumes it is. There was some weird noises when he had cleaned it up a while back and though they didn't hear any of that now, he wasn't going to take his chances. He starts to squirm over Eustace's shoulder, trying to free himself from his hold by pushing against his arms.]

Jus' lemme go, yo.

[flamekthunder]

So there was a purpose.

[flamekthunder]

I heard.

[That's all he says as he keeps a tight hold and continues to walk through, boots thudding against the wooden planks that creak beneath.]

Why, you afraid?

[Kicking open the bedroom door to finally give the relief Beat wants.

By dumping him unceremoniously on the bed.]

[flamekthunder]

[He doesn't see it as such and he pauses to think. ...Hm.]

...Not quite. I suppose of the main four, we Erunes look most similar to humans. After that I would say the Draphs have similar facial and body features, but they have bull-like horns and have ancestral roots with bovines. The Harvins are a diminutive race with elongated ears, but are often mistaken for children due to their appearance. In that sense you could say they are more "human-like" in appearance compared to yourself. Vampires in my world are similar where the main difference would be the small wings on their heads... The Astrals are also human in appearance. Primal Beasts can have human forms, but their true, original form have more complex "monstrous" appearance.

There are other races such as goblins, werewolves. fairies, and others that are much less human. Dragons as well—though they also take on human-like forms when blending in, similar the ones on that island.

[stillarhino]

Hell naw I ain't afraid. I jus—

[And he's plopped onto the bed, knocking the wind out of him. But maybe that wasn't a good idea because that only makes him feel worse as he proceeds to turn to his side to throw up once more.

Sorry about your shoes, Eustace.]

[stillarhino]

[Beat finds himself mid-chew when Trahearne urges him to head back by the fire. He lets out an audible grumble as he moves forward and around so he wasn't like he was being herded back.]

Slow down? [He actually sounds insulted by that.] It's like you don't even know me, yo. I ain't built for slowin' down, yo.

[And, looking Trahearne straight in the eye, he takes another defiant swig of his beer.]