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.

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[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.]

[ Gross. What did he say???? If anything, he just hopes Beat learns from this. For now, though, he takes care of him. ]

Come on. Let's sit you back down and fetch you some water.

[ He should not be walking around the food like this.

And so, Trahearne guides Beat back to their spot by the fire... He can vomit in the fire next time. ]

[It doesn't take a lot for him to be herded back to the fire, still fighting off remaining nausea that lingered at the fringes.

Once he's sat back down, Beat waves in his general direction as if trying to push Trahearne off, despite not looking or knowing where he is. Not that there was much strength to it at this point.]

I'm aight, yo. I'm aight. We cool.

[Though his voice didn't have its usual energy, he didn't exactly want to be babied at a time like this either.]

[ Are we really cool? No. Trahearne just eyes Beat for a second, making sure he's steady in his spot before letting go. ]

All right.

[ ... ]

Lie down if you need to. I'm getting you some water.

[ He really isn't gone long to get a glass for Beat. And whether he's sitting or lying down at this point, he places it beside him. ]

⨂ 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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