songerein | ⨂ Eustace's Bach--er, Camping Party ⨂

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The "Yo" made Alastor's ears prick up before he turned his head around nearly one hundred and eighty degrees to look at the young man. (He wasn't trying to scare anybody -- best behavior at a party! -- but this was just Alastor being Alastor.)

"Hello! I assume you were talking to me?" One ear twitched. "Or at least I can't hear anybody else playing music."

Even if that may not have been Alastor's intention, the rotating head trick was enough to take Beat by surprise, evident in how his eyes grew and how he jolts backward where he stood. Their towering height only made it all the more creepy. That wasn't what he was expecting at all when he had called out to the other person.

But he tries to shake it off anyway, clearing his throat as nothing had happened prior. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. Was gonna play somethin' too but looks like you got a handle on that for now. But," he paused, giving Alastor another once over. "I don't see where you got anythin' hooked up."

Turning just his body around to match his head probably didn't set the young man any more at ease. Oh well.

"Oh, I don't need to hook up anything! It's all me!"

First, this guy turns his head like a possessed doll. Now, he's doing the same with his body. A small voice in Beat's head couldn't help but regret that he even asked the question, to begin with.

But when he finally gets the answer, he feels like he's even more confused, the furrow in his brow deepening.

"The hell? Whatcha mean it all you?"

"Just what it sounds like: It's all me!"

He raised a finger to tap the side of his head.

"I think of a song up here and then I project it out. Quite a useful power if you ask me!"

While Beat had seen a couple of odd things around Reverein since his arrival here, this was by far one of the coolest ones so far. Standing from where he sat, he goes around the... Whatever Alastor is, just trying to listen to the area around him, as well as the projection of music that followed. Even if he didn't understand how they were doing it, he could definitely appreciate how it sounded.

"So you's like a walkin', talkin' speaker? Damn, yo. That's hella dope."

Beat looks back to Alastor, meeting his eye. He taps his finger to the side of his head. "So you talkin' any song. Like any as long as you think 'bout it?"

"Radio, actually." Alastor rotated his head around to keep the young man in view. Probably didn't get less unnerving with a repeat performance. "And if it played on the radio waves in my version of Earth or Hell, it's up here." He tapped the side of his head again. "My internal receiver never shuts off, so I've got quite a library built up!

"The name's 'Alastor', my good fellow! Also referred to in certain circles as 'The Radio Demon'! Pleasure to meet you!"

"People still listen to the radio?" Was Beat's first response to the reply before he sees their head rotate once more. He doesn't even bother to hide his unease at the repetition, his brows furrowing, his lips pulling into a sneer.

He points towards Alastor before he begins to speak. "Name's Beat. And you can stop with the creepy doll act. I got the message: you coulda been in the circus last month, but you decided to walk outta there to creep people out instead."

~~Rude little...~~

"Ha! No. I've been here since last year, actually. Was among the first batch of arrivals! I've also been dead for about ninety years!"

There's an obvious look of surprise on his face upon hearing that, but probably less than what one would expect after telling someone that they've passed from whatever world they were from. It's almost as if there was some kind of familiarity to hearing it in some way.

"Whoa, sorry. My bad, yo. Didn't know people can wind up here after they... you know?"

He truly hasn't heard about that before. But his sentiments are still true despite it.

"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.

Even if it had been three years since he died and returned to life, Beat still found himself having nightmares of that day. Taking the length of time since their respective deaths into consideration, maybe it was easier for this guy to get past his own but the idea of that still didn't seem to settle well for Beat.

But what he says next is enough to give him pause. "Whatchu mean trauma from Hell?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," Alastor said with a polite chuckle. "I went to Hell for my sins, and I've been punished for them the whole time."

With a confused look on his face, Beat purses his lips as he brings his hand back to rub the back of his neck. "No offense, yo, but you sound pretty chill for someone who went through hell an' back."

Beat wasn't one to talk, considering the Reaper's Game had been something like hell for him as well. While there is some lingering trauma, he often tried to hide it, instead putting on a brave face for those who needed it.

"None taken! Besides, eternal damnation starts to get boring after the first decade or two."

Yes. This man was bored of literal Hell.

⨂ Eustace's Bach--er, Camping Party ⨂

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