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⨂ 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.

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[Over the next few minutes, Beat stares back at his phone in Trahearne's hands, offering help while subconsciously sipping more and more of the beer all the while. The initial sip had been bitter as hell, but as time went on, he found it tastes a little bit better.]

Nah, nah, you gotta get the power-up so you can make one a' your guys stronger!

[He doesn't mean to backseat game but he can't help it. After raising the bottle to take another swig, he finds it empty.]

Huh? Yo, I didn't think I'd finish it that fast. [He nudges Trahearne with his elbow to get his attention away from the game.] You said you'd get one more a' these when I'm done, right?

[ Trahearne is...mostly patient with the backseat gaming. Beat telling him what to do often conflicts with his own urge to tap stuff at random, and anything he doesn't like him telling him is usually met with a sidelong glance and active defiance. Sorry, Beat.

But the suggestion to get more drinks is answered with a smile, and Trahearne returning Beat's phone to him. ]

Certainly. I'll be right back.

[ And Trahearne isn't gone very long. He returns with two cups in hand, both filled with a moderate amount of whisky. It's not beer, but much more potent. With a smile, he hands one to Beat. ]

[He doesn't seem too bothered by Trahearne doing differently. Honestly, he would've done the same if Nagi told him how to play EleStra after she finally convinced him to give it a shot as well.

He takes the glass when Trahearne hands it to him. But before he drinks what was offered, he stands up and holds it out to the other man.]

Yo, hold up, I've always wanted to do this. [And he clinks his glass against Trahearne's.] Kanpai!

[ Oh! That's a nice little surprise. ]

Cheers. [ He says this with a smile, clinking his glass to Beat's. ] To Eustace.

[ He hasn't forgotten why they're here.

As he sits down on the grass, Trahearne hopes to make a little small talk over their drinks. ]

Is that how you call a toast where you're from?

To Wolfie!

[Beat sits back down with Trahearne, his other hand still holding onto the phone just in case.]

Yeah. Ain't ever done it 'fore so I figure I could now.

[He takes a whiff of the drink. Although he expected another beer, he wasn't about to complain now. Not with how accommodating Trahearne has been about all this.

Then suddenly, without any hesitation, Beat brings it to his lips and takes gulp after gulp of the whiskey, downing the entire glass in one go. Immediately his mouth becomes warm, moving downward as the drink travels down his throat. Now, this was nothing like the beer from earlier.

There's a crazed look on his face as he brings his head back down, slamming the glass against his knee.]

Yo, that one's got a real kick to it!

[ At first, Trahearne thinks it kind of sweet, that Beat wanted to shout "cheers" because he never had the chance to before. Not everyone has the experience of giving a toast, of course, or is the one to initiate a toast. He can sort of sympathize.

But as he brings the glass to his lips for a sip, watching as Beat relentlessly downs it as though it was beer, a sinking feeling overcomes him. His eyes widen as he watches. Things are not going to end well for Beat. ]

Yes. That's whisky.

[ He says this in a matter-of-fact manner, as though stating the obvious. He isn't annoyed or angry with him, though. When he asks, there's more worry in his tone than anything else. ]

Have you never had it before, Beat?

[He shuts his eyes for a few moments, wincing slightly as he feels the lingering burn of the liquid down his throat. But he shakes his head in reply before opening his eyes once more.]

Whisky, huh? Naw, never had this before.

[He realizes that he almost slips but tries not to bring more attention than to it. Considering this was his first foray into drinking alcohol, he didn't want it to be too short-lived either. But it was odd that a part of him didn't seem to care much about getting caught either.

But that didn't matter right now. He just had to play along.]

Yo, was I not supposed to do that?

[ Trahearne isn't suspicious about his age--naturally, as a sylvari, it's not the first thing he thinks about--but that Beat might get sick if he treats it like beer. ]

Whisky is much stronger than beer. You may find yourself regretting your actions if you continue to drink it like that.

[ Absently, he swirls his own glass in his hand. ]

Pace yourself. I would eat something if I were you.

[ As much as he doesn't want a drunk teenager on his hands, little does he know... ]

Yeah, no kiddin' it's stronger, yo.

[He lets out a laugh that's a little louder than he intends or seems to realize. With the alcohol slowly beginning to slip in, he can't help begin to feel a little buzzed.]

Thanks for the tip but I ain't hungry. Hell, I'm just getting started. [He raises the glass once more.] Where can I get more a' this?

[ When Beat laughs, Trahearne frowns and places his glass down, almost in an attempt to equalize. And he plucks Beat's glass from his hand when he raises it. ]

You can have more after you eat.

[ Is that his firstborn voice? It is. The tone he uses with misbehaving saplings or Nightmare Courtiers. Get big brother'd, Beat. ]

You stay here. I'll get you something.

[ And Trahearne gets up, both glasses in hand, and goes to where all the food is to get Beat something. That said, the drinks aren't all that hard to find... ]

Yo, what gives?

[There's a bit of a huff from Beat as Trahearne walks away with the glass. But Beat has never been one to sit around and not do anything. Especially not when he sets his mind to something. So, unfortunately for Trahearne, he does the exact opposite of what he was told and wanders off looking for more alcohol.

Upon Trahearne's return, he'll find Idris sniffing around the area Beat had been sitting at, looking for his usual playmate/dog walker. Should he search for Beat, he can be found crouched over the chest that was brought along for the night, another already-opened beer in hand.]

Edited (I didn't wike a word.) 2022-12-01 16:47 (UTC)

[ Trahearne returns with pulled pork on a bun and a small helping of vegetables. When he sees Beat missing, any frustration or anger he might have quickly gives way to a sigh. Of course. He should have brought Beat with him instead.

After regarding Idris briefly, he scans the campgrounds...and does indeed find Beat by the drinks.

He strides over, food in hand, bright yellow eyes set on the boy. ]

Beat. [ He comes to stand beside him, staring down at him. ] I told you to stay put. You'll make yourself sick.

[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.

[ "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.

[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.]

[ Trahearne only stares back flatly as Beat looks at him. Regardless, he doesn't break his stride as he gently herds him back to their spot by the fire. ]

You're right. I don't know you.

[ He takes that defiance and spins it right back at him. ]

But a Beat that can scarcely talk or sit up because he's too drunk to hold a conversation isn't the Beat I want to get to know.

[ He points to their spot on the ground, waiting for Beat to go first. ]

[As he falls deeper into a drunken stupor and attempts to get away, Beat fails to realize that Trehearne had been guiding him back to their spot earlier from earlier. He only realizes it when they finally get there.]

Fine, whatever, yo. I was plannin' to sit back down anyway.

[He promptly sits back down, eyes narrowed at Trahearne the entire time. However, that decision might not have been a very good idea as he loses his balance as he sits. There's a quick moment where he tilts back and, with his reflexes slowed from the drink, falls the rest of the way.

A snort of laughter follows soon after.]

Totally meant to do that.

[ Trahearne just watches as Beat talks and insists this is all what he wanted anyway. He doesn't believe the adolescent for a second, but refrains from saying anything. Right now, he just wants to make sure Beat doesn't make himself sick or ends up getting the alcohol too close to the fire.

When Beat falls, Trahearne instinctively reaches out to steady him, but he's on the ground before he can reach him.

And so he takes his spot next to him, watchful eye on him the entire time. ]

Don't forget your food.

[ He's coming to realize that Beat will keep talking and talking, regardless if he responds or not. Best leave him to it. ]

I'm eatin', yo.

[As he says that, he takes a huge bite of the pork bun, acting much like a petulant child being told to eat his veggies. But this petulant child wasn't going to do that. He sits up and, with another bite, finishes the bun in his hands. Though his gaze moves to the veggies that remains on the plate, he stands back up, beer still in hand.]

I'mma— [Whatever he's about to say is interrupted by a loud burp. Beat presses the back of his hand to his mouth before he begins chuckling, still wobbly as he stands.] Heh, nice.

I'mma get more food. That aight with you, Tree?

[It definitely sounds like he was mocking Trahearne.]

[ Capital-T tree is a lot nicer than literally anything a native non-sylvari Tyrian could have called him. He doesn't even flinch at that.

He openly rolls his eyes when Beat burps. The boy is turning into the sort of drunk Trahearne really does not like. ]

All right. [ He says this flatly, not taking his eyes off the fire. ] I'll be here.

[Seeing that Trahearne isn't going to stop him this time around, Beat heads on over to where most of the food had been situated. It might've been a good thing that Trahearne had given him some food earlier because he hadn't realized just how hungry he was before then.

One thing Beat enjoyed about the dream world was the amount of food that always seemed to be ready for whatever event may arise. He finds himself busy at the spread, alternating between whatever he chose to devour and the beer that he had with him. A good portion of his time is spent here instead of heading back to the fire, conversing with Ori every once in a while on the journals.]

[Eventually, he finds the pot of gumbo, holding up the lid as begins to help himself to a serving. And that's when it hits him—a wave of nausea that he hadn't felt before. It feels like the entire world does a wave as he wobbles, dropping the lid with a loud clang as it hits the ground.]

[A hand immediately presses against the side of his head and Beat leans against the table to keep himself steady.]

Crap, I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

[ When Beat goes, Trahearne finds himself doing much of the same: sitting and talking to Ori over the journals. He still has just enough faith in the boy to keep himself together while he gets food, so he's content to sit and unwind for a second.

But it's like his big brother senses kick in or something. He doesn't exactly hear what Beat says, but he hears his voice and the tone through the still air and Trahearne immediately drops his journal and pen to quickly stride to Beat. Before he can hurl anywhere, Trahearne grabs him and positions him away from the food and towards the grass.

Alastor spent far too long making the gumbo only for Beat to vomit in it. Not letting that happen! ]

[While he was trying to hold it in before nausea completely overcomes him, the quick swing away from the food was enough to push him off the edge. Everything begins to spin around him and he loses his balance, falling to the ground.

Doubling over the grass, he holds himself up as he begins to throw up, the effects of the alcohol finally catching up to him. He barely notices Trahearne at his side, far too caught up in... well, hurling up almost everything he'd just eaten only moments ago.]

⨂ Eustace's Bach--er, Camping Party ⨂

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wrap soon??

yes I think we're close! also 1/3

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