⨂ 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.

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done

[stillarhino]

[And as if he hadn't just fallen out a tree— He plops his hands on either of Eustace's shoulders.]

Gimme a lift, I think I can get back up there hella quick with your help.

[flamekthunder]

[Eustace stares at him as he goes through his antics, his eyes narrowing slightly when he reaches for his shoulders.

...]

All right.

[OH? HE'S AGREEING?? HE'S REACHING OVER TO GRAB BEAT'S ARM AND WAIST—

Of course he's not going to help. Instead Eustace twists his body to push against Beat's chest and yanks Beat's arm back to sling him back over his shoulder. With a thin sheet of ice forming right behind himself like a cape so if the kid pukes it won't get on him.]

[stillarhino]

[Okay, nice, great. Now we can get this party on the road— WAIT THIS IS NOT WHAT HE ASKED FOR.

Beat starts to slam his fists against Eustace's back.]

Yo, what the hell! Put me down, yo! I ain't some kinda baby!

[He's pretty much screaming all of this in Eustace's ear. But even that doesn't last too long as another bout of nausea rises, coupled with the was he was thrown over the man's shoulder. His voice is quieter as he speaks.]

Shit.

[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]

[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.]

[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.]

[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]

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.]

[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.]

[flamekthunder]

[IT'S FINE HE HAD THE BUCKET this thing isn't going anywhere. ...He'll still need to clean up a bit, though, ugh. Good thing he has spare clothes...]

Stay here. You can ask the ghost to help until I get back.

[stillarhino]

[He looks at Eustace's back as he turns away.]

Wait, you don't think it's real, do ya? Yo! Wolfie—

[But that's cut off by another round of barfing. When Eustace gets back, he'll find Beat lying on the bed with his arm draped over his eyes, quietly groaning to himself.]

[flamekthunder]

[Ignoring~~

Eustace will try and be quick as he first grabs a canteen of water and a few towels. He can make ice water to douse Beat with if needed. Change of clothes... He'll get those later, no point in ruining them too soon.

So when he returns, he'll just stare at Beat with an unimpressed gaze before walking over, glancing at the mess before setting things down on the small side table next to the bed.]

How many drinks did you have?

[Here, have a canteen shoved in your face against your cheek, made nice and cold just for you.]

[stillarhino]

[There's a bit of a flinch as the canteen is pressed against his face. But it does feel kind of nice. Beat moves his hand to reach for it before attempting to sit up and being very slow about it.]

I dunno, yo. A bunch?

[No, he really wasn't counting. But it might've been the whiskey that did him in, considering how quickly he drank it. Finally, he takes a sip from the canteen. Man, since when did water taste this good?]

[flamekthunder]

[He can make more if he needs it, but yes get hydrated for now.]

And no one stopped you?

[stillarhino]

[He continues to take small sips of water, just leaning against the wall by the bed. While he feels a little better after throwing up, there was still some nausea that lingered at the fringes.]

Someone did. [Right? The night's a little fuzzy at this point.] But guess I blew 'em off.

[flamekthunder]

[A sigh as he continues to monitor.]

Hope you learned your lesson because I'm not going to be doing this every time.

[stillarhino]

What lesson? Wasn't like it was all bad, yo.

[There's a faint chuckle that accompanies that. He wasn't lying though. It sucks now but it felt great when he started, especially because he'd never tried it before.]

But guess I kinda got carried away.

[Kinda.]

[flamekthunder]

If I hadn't been there you could have broken your neck on that tree.

[stillarhino]

I coulda handled it, yo!

[Augh, shit, that might've been too loud. And he feels a sharp pain as he clutches at his head again.]

Shit.

[flamekthunder]

[Just giving him a look.

Sure, Beat. Sure.]

[stillarhino]

[Though looks like he was about to be sick again, the wave passes. Then he lets out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.]

You know, I still kinda wanna climb that tree.

[flamekthunder]

Why?

[stillarhino]

[Just taking another sip of water. This time he takes a long one, no longer worried about throwing up. He finishes the entire thing before letting out an exhale.]

I dunno. Still sounds like a good idea to me. Wanna see what's it look like up there.

[flamekthunder]

That's the alcohol poisoning your brain.

[He'd smack it if he didn't think it would send Beat reeling all over again.]

If you want to climb, do it when you're sober and during the day.

[stillarhino]

Hold up, poisoning? You ain't serious 'bout that, are ya?

[First time and all. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing or what to expect.]