The premise is really very simple: The characters posted here are getting drunk at this on-planet marketplace. If your character would normally do so, you need no further instruction. Have fun
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Drunk Starfire is...really not that much different from normal Starfire. Slightly clumsier and slightly less restrained, but that's what makes it fun on Tamaran.
You'll find her delightedly engaging in contests of strength with the locals, supporting a cow with each of her hands. Why cows?
Because cows are awesome, that's why.
"You see? It is really very simple!," she answers their question, taking on a more hasty and slurred tone than usual.
Conversation? Maybe she has had too many drinks. Either that or she kissed the cow.
Grinning, she gently sets them down. Because they are not drunk, they do not tip over, but all these intoxicated crew members are clearly a hazard to their continued safety.
Katara shook her head. Even drunk she was sure that it didn't make much sense. And why life them at all in the first place? If they were so awesome, shouldn't they be left alone?
"You should probably penn them up though," Katara said, trying to keep a semblance of maturity and sensibility despite how silly it was to even attempt it. "They might get hurt."
At her query, Katara looked startled. "Um...I dunno. What would you suggest?"
Try it Starfire. She's drunk, likely she'll do anything.
Congratulations, meatship, you have finally caught Billy while intoxicated. Is he unleashing his inner Casanova, charming all the ladies with his bright personality finally able to burst free?
Well, almost. He's just shifting closer to people, very unstable and consumed by the buzz. The boy is definitely looking for an anchor to lean on, and the tavern-people aren't very good choices for this.
"You'll do what if I don't leave? Okay, I'm going! Sorry." He's just shuffling away, flushed and wobbly, trying keep everything in order.
Sounds like they're both drunk. Billy finds an unoccupied pole to lean against, willing it to support his weight because it's getting increasingly difficult to do so on his own.
The drunk state gave Alex the nerve to walk up to Hiccup and join in- with a completely different song. Though he could've sworn it was the same one when he started. He even wrapped his arm around the stranger, popping another piece of candy into his mouth.
With the addition of another poorly balanced person, it seemed even more likely that there would be a dunking in order.
Alex broke off, "No, noo, doesn' it go..." He put his hand up to his head, "Dozen' it go... I don' remember now eithur." He began laughing a bit, still pretty sure he knew what song it was that Hiccup had been singing.
Unlike the others, Katara has not gone out of her way to become drunk. She was still trying to figure out the appeal of drinking beer, and was actually writing down each of the different tastes: the creaminess, the bitter ones, how people reacted to the way it was. After an hour of doing this however, Katara started to notice that she was starting to feel a little...out of sort, her head swimming. She put the latest tankard down, noting bitter, with a strong aftertaste.
She put it down, shaking her head. Was THIS drunk?
Katara hears the knock on the door and goes to open it, staggering a little as she does. Whens eh sees the little imp she cries out with glee and hugs him.
"Renne! Are you all right?" She sounds as off as he does.
Alex is doing surprisingly well for someone drunk.
His stutter was gone (though it was quickly turning into a slur) and he was laughing at almost everything.
Too bad he would be pissed off in the morning or whenever it was that he realized that the double-scoop of his favourite ice cream -Birthday Cake flavoured- was laced with alcohol.
Until then he was going to continue going around with a silly smile on his face, all but giggling at everything and stumbling while constantly buying more and more candy, thus getting worse and worse. It wouldn't be long soon before he started regretting all that 'candy'. Because of course, it's only the worst sugar stomach-ache ever... not that he's ever experienced one before.
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You'll find her delightedly engaging in contests of strength with the locals, supporting a cow with each of her hands. Why cows?
Because cows are awesome, that's why.
"You see? It is really very simple!," she answers their question, taking on a more hasty and slurred tone than usual.
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Yes, she said "doo." She's a bit tipsy now Stafire.
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Conversation? Maybe she has had too many drinks. Either that or she kissed the cow.
Grinning, she gently sets them down. Because they are not drunk, they do not tip over, but all these intoxicated crew members are clearly a hazard to their continued safety.
"What would you lift?"
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"You should probably penn them up though," Katara said, trying to keep a semblance of maturity and sensibility despite how silly it was to even attempt it. "They might get hurt."
At her query, Katara looked startled. "Um...I dunno. What would you suggest?"
Try it Starfire. She's drunk, likely she'll do anything.
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Well, almost. He's just shifting closer to people, very unstable and consumed by the buzz. The boy is definitely looking for an anchor to lean on, and the tavern-people aren't very good choices for this.
"You'll do what if I don't leave? Okay, I'm going! Sorry." He's just shuffling away, flushed and wobbly, trying keep everything in order.
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Sounds like they're both drunk. Billy finds an unoccupied pole to lean against, willing it to support his weight because it's getting increasingly difficult to do so on his own.
"What's happened to us?"
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She patted his shoulder, "It's fun in here, isn't it fun?"
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With the addition of another poorly balanced person, it seemed even more likely that there would be a dunking in order.
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She put it down, shaking her head. Was THIS drunk?
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"Renne! Are you all right?" She sounds as off as he does.
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His stutter was gone (though it was quickly turning into a slur) and he was laughing at almost everything.
Too bad he would be pissed off in the morning or whenever it was that he realized that the double-scoop of his favourite ice cream -Birthday Cake flavoured- was laced with alcohol.
Until then he was going to continue going around with a silly smile on his face, all but giggling at everything and stumbling while constantly buying more and more candy, thus getting worse and worse. It wouldn't be long soon before he started regretting all that 'candy'. Because of course, it's only the worst sugar stomach-ache ever... not that he's ever experienced one before.
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