festivals and mur--ahem, investigations 🎊🔍

[beleos]

COMMUNION WITH YIMA

After given some time for recovery and for Yima to hear reports of what transpired at the Tree of Life last month, a Communion message gently flows through the minds of each Shard-Bearer. They will have to choose to accept this message, and once they do, they will be greeted by Yima’s voice resonating pleasantly in their heads. She first apologizes for their harrowing experience with the Dryad, and that she hadn’t anticipated such a violent reaction from the Tree; she believes that their experiences point to an imbalance within the Tree itself, most likely brought about by the soon-to-come arrival of the Oracles.

She has spoken with Cyrus, and they have jointly decided that an investigation into the matter - and potentially the destruction of the Dryad - may be required to purge its influence from the Tree. Yima requests that any who would willingly seek out the Dryad volunteer to do so and will be outfitted with a ward against any tampering to prevent them from falling into the creature’s clutches a second time. It will take her a bit to fashion enough of these wards - but she anticipates being ready toward the end of the month.

She concludes her message with another heartfelt apology for your suffering, that she would not have sent any into such a situation she believed were truly dangerous. That being said, she takes responsibility for your ordeal and asks that if there is anything she can do in recompense, you have but to ask.

Yima will be available for Communion chatter here!

FESTIVAL OF REMEMBRANCE - HIGHSTORM

Takiltu is a month cycle the natives of Kenos regard with some amount of reverence and a hearty helping of excitement: the first part of the month (November) is spent reflecting on and celebrating the differing cultures and worlds each Kenosian represents. The second part of the month (December) is spent celebrating unity and togetherness, to come together with friends and family, to be kind to others and share in one’s wealth - whether that comes in the form of knowledge, monetary gains, or the exchange of gifts and one’s time.

Each city celebrates differently, the flavor of their festivals a reflection of their people.

In Highstorm, the first thirty days of Takiltu are spent in Remembrance. The city is decorated with string lights, paper lanterns, candles, and torches to illuminate the streets in beautiful colors and shimmering magical illusory shapes. The focal point of the festival takes place in The Court, where the reflecting pool has been especially decorated with arrangements of flowers and lights. Festival stands erected around the Courtyard peddle paper lanterns as well as refreshments, fanciful decorative items, and enchanted jewelry that is said to make one’s recollections of the past temporarily clearer.

The pool itself is the main attraction, here; citizens who approach its waters and gaze into its depths will find its normal abilities to reflect memories enhanced. The images are surreal for their clarity, vivid - and normally, one is requested to look into the eyes of those most precious to them whose souls remain lost, to pay homage to their memory and sacrifices, and to wish them rebirth in the new world to come. A purchased lantern is then lit and sent skyward where it floats into the moonlight, joining the others hovering above.

But this year, there is an addition to the usual fanfare. Emet-Selch has been asked to assist with the festival; as long as he is given permission, he can recreate the memory displayed in the reflecting pool. Yima has granted him a temporary blessing which enhances his natural creation abilities - a gift for their people she is grateful for. Your character can choose what it is they see in the water - whether it’s a place, a person, or the feelings of a certain point and time, he will temporarily recreate it around you. Everyone will be able to see this conjuring and interact with it while it is functional. It will last between 15 to 30 minutes before dissolving into beads of light that slowly trickle skyward before disappearing. You’ll be told to light a lantern, send it adrift, and that this will give peace to the part of you and your Shard that surely aches. But does it…?

Elsewhere in Highstorm, the High Theater has been painstakingly decorated and aglow with magical floating motes of light; the interior has been transformed into something of an Art Gallery. The pieces within are dedications to parts of worlds long gone, as well as the people in them; some are beautifully painted landscapes of exquisite, far-away places beyond the imagination. Some are more mundane and familiar snapshots of life in a home world not too different from your own. There are portraits of families, loved ones, and those the Zenites long for most. This is their time to mourn, to grieve, and to appreciate their pasts - the pasts that will lead them to a brighter future, one day. They must move on into the future, but treasuring that which came before is equally important to them.

Should you touch any of the motes of light that are around the art pieces decorating the Gallery, you will find yourself able to feel, hear, see, and taste a piece of the world the piece represents. Some of these are warm gatherings over a dinner table with family; others are heart-wrenching expressions of loss and bitterness and pain. Be cautious which you choose. Oh, and do be careful not to stand too closely with someone else when you touch one, or one accidentally touches you - the experience is absolutely contagious through Communion.

CELEBRATION OF CHERISHMENT - SPRINGSTAR

While Highstorm’s Festival of Remembrance is a more demure and reflective time, Springstar takes a much different approach to the season. In true Meri nature, the Celebration of Cherishment encapsulates celebrating life in all forms - and that means parties! The Psychagogía is the main hub of excitement considering, but festivities can be found in almost every single district of Springstar. Wherever you go, something is happening and someone is trying to rope you into having a good time.

The city has been decorated with bright and colorful multi-purpose magical ivy-like vines that sprouts buds that bloom over the course of the month into gorgeous flowers. These flowers are considered sacred, and their blooming is a momentous time of joy and good fortune. Each flower is left intact; disturbing one is tantamount to a war crime by the natives, so don’t get observed if you try to pluck one!

The Psychagogía is incredibly lively, teeming with people and events; almost every venue is peddling some kind of ‘Cherishment’ celebratory sale or discount. The first portion of the month includes what the locals call “the meri-ment” (and seem quite chuffed about that pun), in which Kenosians are encouraged to go bar hopping and taste the wide variety of specialty ales and liquor unkegged only around this time of year. Participants are highly encouraged to share stories of their worlds and cultures, to tell those they mingle with tales of the worlds they will one day return to and why they’re special, unique - to celebrate their one-day return.

Alongside this comes a great deal of outdoor grilling, fresh meats and vegetables sending tantalizing scents everywhere you go once the evening hours arrive. Some of these food and drinks can cause… interesting… effects if you consume them in excess, especially at the Emotional Damage - so try to show restraint. It would be a bit embarrassing to find yourself strangely infatuated with the first person you lay eyes on after your fifth night out on the town, or feeling compelled to express warm feelings aloud you wouldn’t normally commit to another. Luckily, it only lasts a short period of time - but beware the wicked hangover afterward. Strangely enough, if you’re suffering, you feel oddly compelled to seek out a little TLC from someone else - someone with whom you might have some unresolved feelings toward, positive or negative. Is it longing? Anger? Jealousy? Unspoken affections? Love? Whatever it is, you're more likely to seek them out for some care.

At the Coliseum, nightly brawls between Meris take place and the usual assortment of monsters are temporarily taken out of offer. This part of the festivities is one where each Kenosian is encouraged to settle any differences or misgivings with others and to get it out of their system, cleansing them of bad mojo - “leave it in the ring,” as it were. Despite beating each other bloody at times, most combatants willingly stop before it gets too serious and fighting to the death is not permitted. You must embrace your adversary before you leave, and your ‘bad blood’ will be considered purged and settled so you can start anew.

The Empório district is celebrating consumerism, because of course it is! All the usual goods are on a considerable discount, and for a brief time, gardening tools and supplies are free! The reason for this is that Springstar’s citizens are encouraged to plant one seedling in the gardens in Katoikitikós once the flowers lining the city have gone into full bloom. It is said this honors gods across cultures and time as well as invites good fortune. You are encouraged to plant a seedling in a group or pairing, as space is limited - and there are superstitions regarding this togetherness resulting in more favorable results. Should you plant a seedling with someone else, you might indeed find that something is beginning to blossom between you… Based on your Aspects, you might find yourselves feeling closer and more connected - or repulsed depending on your compatibility. This effect will last through the month after planting. Should you check on the seedling later, its health will be reflected in the state of your relationship. Friends will find the little plant thriving; enemies will find it is sickly and dying.

For those Shard-Bearers who have already harmonized with the Meridian or who have quarters in Heliopolis, you will find the communal meals much more lavish and indulgent than usual. There may even be a taste of home waiting for you among the spreads on offer, or some comfort food you haven’t had in a while. It is encouraged to share anything to your taste - or even to share why it is meaningful to you via Communion. Or you can just eat. You do you, man.

Once the flowers have bloomed and the festivities reach their peak, one might find the city loud and boisterous and sleep a little more difficult to come by. Springstar is absolutely thriving and alive - and you, too, feel more invigorated and energetic despite any lack of zzz’s. Should you leave the city, however, this effect will vanish and you might find yourself unnaturally fatigued and in need of more rest than is customary. Returning to Springstar will slowly build up your stamina again. This effect lasts until the end of the month.

THE MYSTERY OF ALENROUX

Once celebrations are in full-swing in the cities, some characters (i.e., any characters that choose to participate in this prompt) will be contacted by Cyrus or Yima, depending on their faction or whichever they feel a stronger inclination towards if they are currently Unharmonized. Both will explain that there’s something that they’d like you to investigate, but also to prepare and be careful, since this request doesn’t come without danger… A Shard has been lost in Alenroux, and they both hope you’ll be able to retrieve it.

MERIDIAN

“I’ve gotten word that a Zenith Shard-Bearer was sent to Alenroux a little bit before you arrived, and they haven’t come back yet. Normally, none of our business, but based on what some of the farmers have been saying, I think they’ve gotten hit by Discord. If it gets high enough, well… You don’t really have your mind anymore. We can help them through Purification. Even if it’s just for long enough to calm them down, it’s better than them being trapped in madness. It might be easier to dissipate them first, though, then Purify their Shard. They were last seen heading to the Northern forests. Let me know what I can give you to help, and make sure to help each other. Good luck.”

ZENITH

"Please heed my request, though I do not ask this of you lightly... One of the Zenith's children has been lost among the fields of Alenroux come nightfall and I fear the worst has befallen them. There are dangerous elements attracted to the presence of a soul, and the likelihood our brethren has been lost... it is great. Seek out the Shard - and if you are able to retrieve it, please do so. If it has suffered corruption too great to be saved or would place you in too great a danger to take back, then... I trust you to make the merciful choice. I place this in your hands and will give you whatever you require to see it through. Look out for your fellow Zenith and work together, as I do not want to lose more of you. Be well."

Both factions will offer their recruits access to standard weaponry and armor/protective clothing. If a character asks for more, they’ll be given a weapon or a piece of armor with minor magical properties which would normally cost 1 AC token to purchase. Magical weapons are on loan however. If your character takes these and/or chooses to keep it, please note this in your Committed Actions! If they choose to keep standard weaponry, Cyrus/Yima will just be disappointed in your dishonesty. :(

When you arrive during the day cycle, you’ll also find horses and magic hoverboards to use (they go the same speed tbh), because heading North to the forests is a bit of a trek, and you might not make it there in time on foot! As the sun starts to set, you’ll see the people in Alenroux start to leave, going clearly your opposite direction. Once night falls (Nov. 9th OOC), it doesn’t take long for things to change.

There’s just a sliver of a crescent moon in the sky, which makes the rolling hills and forests much more ominous than they were during the day. And as the stories say, it only takes an hour or two before you start to run into strange creatures. Closer to the Cornerstone, there are indeed strange creatures, and while they may not all look scary, they might present different kinds of dangers such as…

• A light in the dark looks like a fairy, but stare at it too long and you’ll find yourself hypnotized by a ghastly fish will lead you to a body of water to drown you.
• An innocuous puddle may form up into a mass of corrosive goo, complete with the bones and items of the last person it came across. When you slice it, it simply creates a copy of itself, so hopefully you realize this before you’re surrounded.
• A strange straw poppet (sans pins, of course) that possesses you once you touch it and will use your body to try and fight anyone else while your consciousness is trapped inside the doll. To be freed, you only have to destroy the doll, but you’ll feel the pain of how its destroyed even if you don’t bear any injuries from it.

However, as you get closer to the Northern forests, they become significantly more fearsome…

• With a roar, a massive, multiheaded beast descends, and each of its mouths is perfectly capable of taking a bite out of you. Watch out for the snake’s head in particular, since its venom will cause you to hallucinate your worst fears.
• As you come face to face with an odd creature, bioluminescence lights up on its skin, and the spins on its back quiver with a sound like a rattlesnake’s. As the spines quiver, you find it exceptionally difficult to take your eyes off them and move as it stalks closer slowly. You can fight blind, right?
• Diving in and out of larger shadows like its water is a slimy beast that’s incredibly fast. Its teeth may be small, but its tail is a razor-sharp whip that could remove a limb if you’re not careful.

These are just examples, however. There are many creatures lurking the wilds of Alenroux, so feel free to create your own monsters with unique effects.

It's a difficult trek North, and you may be tired from hours of running, fighting, or both… But eventually, a few people do find what they were looking for. They might have even missed it, if not for how their Shards suddenly felt like they were burning. From the shadows, a twisted creature of roots and lights which what looks like many crystals in a glowing mass appears and one of its eyes locks on you. It looks like now is your chance.

NOTES

Weather summary for the first 30 days of Takiltu (NOV & DEC):

Highstorm is in late fall, early winter season. Some flurries may occasionally fall and it is getting considerably cold out there! Bundle up!

Springstar is in the throes of early summer; the weather is climate and pleasantly warm for outdoor celebrations (but not sweltering). There are occasional afternoon showers, but they don’t last very long.

Notable city changes:

If you wander the Markets in Highstorm, you might notice some of the peddlers seem a bit wary of you. Hm, guess something happened around here! Probably totally unrelated, but Silco and Vander (or anyone with them) will be treated with nervous suspicion.

Similarly, if you're traveling with Set (or you're Set) in Springstar, you might occasionally find yourself getting strange looks. Ask Set why.

Faction updates:

There are no explicit changes in faction behavior at this time. This will be a staple in all future event write-ups to catalogue the fluidity of the conflict as it progresses, though, so we're including it here for posterity!

Event Notes:

The Reflecting Pool in the Courts of Highstorm can be observed normally with no addtional effects or can bring your memory to vivid life thanks to the help of Emet-Selch (and Yima). If you grant him permission (which can be handwaved), he will breathe life into whichever memory you have chosen to view! If this includes any NPC’s or interactive elements, you will be responsible for playing them out in any tags until they disappear. Please see Emet’s toplevel for any interactions you’d like to thread out with him as a part of this.

For the Gallery in Highstorm, the art depicted in and scenes experienced through the pieces are up to you to create! Feel free to go wild with any associated NPC's in the scene and worldbuild as you see fit. Highstorm holds a variety of citizens from across the multiverse, so you could feasibly go fantastical places, or experience something distinctly profound and beyond your imagination...

The drinks and refreshments in Springstar can be enchanted in just about any way you’d like, including bringing upon minor physical changes of the cute, fun, and flirty variety! Feel free to get creative (as long as you get permission from your thread partner), the Meris would also merrily insist growing extra fluffy, scaly, etc bits during the celebration will only help you party harder! 🥳

As reminders for Alenroux, once night falls, a character is not able to leave until sunrise, which is 24 hours later. If your character is dissipated, you can have a PC retrieve their Shard or the respective Faction they're allied with will send out a search party to find it. Remember to report character deaths!

CODING

Comments

Springstar/wildcardish

[lachtara]

Visiting Springstar is an ordeal. The constant sun overhead and the noise make it an exhausting affair - now more than usual with the current festivities underway. Ducking into a tavern with the intent of refreshments seems like a welcome reprieve until he realizes that the noise and merriment follow them indoors. What a bother.

Emet-Selch slips into one of the booths at the far side of the tavern. Even though there are two separate sides to the booth, he sits on the same side as Hythlodaeus (assuming he would insist regardless. Doing so immediately just saves time).

Two drinks are quickly placed on their table, and he eyes them as if their mere presence is potentially offensive. "These people certainly take their vainglorious festivities to heart." Unfortunately, he doesn't look in the mood for celebration. It seems if there is to be any 'revelry' today, it will take considerable effort.

[ktizo]

Hythlodaeus is quick to pick up his drink, and nudges Emet-Selch insistently. "They do, and it would certainly be rude to deny them." Though it's quite clear that really, he's just excited to have a drink with his dear friend again.

"Come, drink up. We can hardly sit in a tavern and do naught but twiddle our thumbs!" He takes a long drink of the drink set in front of him, before chuckling to himself.

"Mm, it's quite nice, too." Quite strong, he notes. It won't take long at all to get merry on these, since the cups are rather large.

[lachtara]

The frown he gives serves as silent protest, but at the behest of his friend, he picks up the glass of wine and takes a sip. "Ughn." He makes a face at the taste; This is like no wine he has ever consumed, and that isn't a compliment.

"Pleasant company or no, this drink certainly leaves something to be desired." Emet-Selch briefly examines the contents of the glass before downing the rest in one long sip. As Hythlodaeus has observed, they are not there to twiddle their thumbs. At least that way he can get something else - and it seems a nearby attending is all to happy to oblige with a pair of new drinks for them both.

These look different than the first. A promising start to be sure.

"Does the accommodations of the city suit you? They are rather different than what Highstorm has to offer." Or what their home had to offer, for that matter.

[ktizo]

He smirks as he downs the rest of his glass, some kind of soda and spirit concoction. Then he takes his next drink offered and nods.

"I am appreciative of them despite the differences. I never thought that I would be so glad to feel the warm sun on my skin once more, but... I am, truly."

He shouldn't have gotten the chance, not after the Final Days. But here he is, drinking with his best friend on a warm spring day... he can't not be appreciative.

He offers up his glass for a toast, smiling warmly. "I would toast to us being at one another's side once more. That is what truly matters to me. This is not home, nor will it ever be so. But I have come to realise that I would sooner be in a strange place at your side, than home without you."

[lachtara]

Perhaps it is a small blessing that he would be here in Springstar. Spending so much time in cold nothingness on the moon would make anyone long to feel the sun again.

He lifts his glass to toast his friend in return. There is a rare look of warmth on his face in regard to his friend's flowery words - Loving and kind words that he had often longed to hear. He takes a sip of his drink to honor their toast before making his own remarks.

"I will always welcome you at my side. Elseways, I would yearn for the piece of my soul that has gone amiss." Emet-Selch was never so candid with his own words in times of old, but no matter time or place he would always be the same slave to sentimentality. As he ever was. "Just as you would be at my side, I will forever be at yours."

[ktizo]

Pleased with the words he receives in return, he takes a sip of his drink and leans against Emet-Selch. "I am glad to hear it... you will keep that promise, yes?"

To lose Hades once more... his heart aches just to think of it. "Heheh... no, I know you will. We have spent enough time apart."

He spends more time on this drink than the last, but soon enough he has set his empty glass down again and gestures for more drinks for the both of them.

[lachtara]

"Of course, I intend to keep that promise. Did I not just give you my word that I would?" Emet-Selch says in a huff, eager to move away from shining a light on his flowery words. He said them, he meant them, it does not bear repeating nor would he. But he does conveniently let Hythlodaeus lean where he would without complaint.

He reaches for the newest glass of what they've been given and takes a long sip. This drink is much better - sweet and fizzy with a certain strong aftertaste. Almost pure alcohol though, which is a wonder that it tastes good.

"My, they certainly take this festival's intent to heart." He examines the glass. "I have not had a drink with such strength in a while."

[ktizo]

"Indeed, I'm glad for it. Do you recall how strong the drinks in Amaurot were at times? Heh- remember how we used to splutter before we got used to them?"

Now, it would take a lot to make Hythlodaeus choke on his drink. But in the early days, well, a few of them were strong enough to surprise him.

"Well, bottoms up! I wonder who will get tipsy first?" He winks at his friend, the challenge in the air.

[lachtara]

Emet-Selch's lips twist in protest. "Is that a challenge?" Of course it was - and a challenge he would clearly accept judging by the way he finishes the glass and sets it purposefully on the table.

"Surely, it will be you. I would not be brought to heel by a few measly drinks."

[ktizo]

"Oh?" Delighted by this turn of events, Hythlodaeus necks the rest of his own drink with a smirk.

"A challenge it is. I may even go easy on you and have an extra drink, just to make things fair." Not that Emet-Selch ever had an issue with his tolerance, but he feels like taunting his opponent.

"And whoever loses- what must they do, I wonder?"

[lachtara]

"I will accept no such advantage." He insists. If it were any other person he would not care so much about any perceived advantage, but in this case, he does.

But what would the prize of this contest be? It only takes him a moment to think of something. It's not malicious, nothing that would hurt outside of pride, but at the same time perhaps a little petty. "If I succeed, you will find that 'objectionable' cubus and voice your regrets on how poorly you received it." He offers a little smirk. "Perhaps you could wax poetically on what an 'inspired' a creation it is."

Then, he confidently raises a glass filled to the brim and drinks it in one gulp. How is that for 'extra' drinks. He would soon ignore the fact that drinking several in quick succession has noticeably made his balance feel a little...questionable. He can feel it in the way his head begins to feel light.

[ktizo]

"You would have me lie to the poor creature? Very well, I accept." Laughing to himself at the idea, he shakes his head and follows suits with his own drink. The scene isn't exactly odd in this tavern, filled to the brim with people doing similar things, but they've caught the attention of a few people already with how fast they're getting through their drinks.

Unfortunately for Emet-Selch, he doesn't have his Ancient body any more. Hythlodaeus has a tolerance he's carefully built up over several hundred years, not to mention he's generally built sturdier as an Ancient. He has a feeling Emet-Selch doesn't stand much of a chance, and perhaps that makes the challenge a little mean spirited- but hey, he didn't have to accept, and Hythlodaeus will do his best to take care of his friend afterwards.

"If I win, you must make a creation less pathetic than that Cubus. And that can hand out the leaflets instead. I care not what you do with the Cubus afterwards- unmake it for all I care- but I want to see something intriguing!"

[lachtara]

Emet-Selch lets out a low huff at the accusation of coercing Hythlodaeus to 'lie'. He certainly is not asking for him to lie to a perfectly practical creation! Embellish....maybe.

"Something 'intriguing'." He repeats. "I have not followed the trends of creation for some time. What would you consider 'intriguing'? Outside of being recklessly passionate." Submitting concepts for approval had all but stopped after gaining his current title - it became a section of responsibility he left to others. (Not that he didn't try to keep appraised of any new knowledge, mind, but recalling such things becomes more difficult as moments pass by.)

Those distributing drinks arrive at their table and warily eye the empty glasses, takes them, and sets down several in a row in order to save themselves another trip. A good idea, all things considered.

[ktizo]

"Whatever is wrong with passion? I want to see what you think is intriguing- and don't give me any nonsense about the Cubus being intriguing, I shan't hear it."

He takes another drink from the few scattered on the table now and takes a gulp. "I want to see something exciting, yet practical!"

Gesturing grandly, he then claps Emet-Selch on the back. "I know you can do it. I have always had great expectations of you, and now is no different. Just don't conjure any aquatic creatures with wings, I have seen enough of those to last me a lifetime."

[lachtara]

He busies himself with sipping another drink while his friend speaks. This one is consumed slower than the last; he can feel his cheeks begin to flush with warmth. Not a promising sign....

Emet-Selch tips his chin up in a bit of dramatic snootiness. "Unfortunately, you shan't bear witness to my creation brimming with 'excitement' nor 'practicality'. Given my victory is all but assured the only thing we shall bear witness to is your groveling."

Emet-Selch reaches across the table and places a drink squarely in front of Hythlodaeus to encourage him to continue on.

He causes for a brief moment. Without a word, he takes another glass of alcohol and places it on the opposite end of the table. It is placed there as if he were doing so in anticipation of a friend joining them. For someone who is missing from this table. He gives a small look of regard before returning his attention to happier matters. He would acknowledge their missing friend but he does not intend to take away from their time together.

His head is turned to the side - as much as he can with Hythlodaeus leaning against him - and he mutters his challenging reply. "Now, go on. Let us resume your doomed contest."

[ktizo]

He takes the drink and smirks, noting the pink in his friend's cheeks.

"Bold words for someone already slowing down. If it's too much for you, then feel free to give up..." He turns his head to grin at Emet-Selch, pulling back so that he can down his drink. Setting the glass back on the table he pushes it aside, and chuckles. He's feeling warm by now too, but not nearly as flushed as Emet-Selch.

He notes the third glass and his heart squeezes slightly- both because he misses Azem dearly, but because the gesture is also so sickeningly sentimental that he can't help the adoring look he shoots the other man. A slave to sentiment, even after an eternity. It's part of what he loves about his friend.

[lachtara]

The look Hythlodaeus gives him is met with a more subtle look of his own. Emet-Selch leans forward until their foreheads nearly meet before he proceeds to chide his friend in a low voice. "I am only slowing down so that you may catch up. For unlike so many, I know of basic courtesy." Though he has not entirely been keeping track of the number of drinks between them. A stringent tally is hardly the point.

He pulls back and proceeds to polish off a glass before reaching for yet another. It seems he does so out of spite at this point.

"At least what is provided here is tolerable. I would not soon forget the poor excuse for drink on the outskirts of Ilsabard." He grumbles. "Wretched mud masquerading as bearable."

[ktizo]

"So that I may catch up?" He laughs, as if the very idea is funny. He's since lost count too, but he's sure he's keeping up!

"Oh, don't slow down on my behalf. By all means, show me this vaunted tolerance of yours!"

Throwing back another drink, he feels his cheeks flush. He's warm, his head is starting to spin a little, but he's sure he's faring better than his friend.

"You were always a fussy one, Emet-Selch. You surely understand as much."

[lachtara]

"There is hardly anything 'fussy' about having standards." He protests in a much louder than he might usually speak. Is it because he feels so passionately about resisting the remark or...?

A few in the restaurant glance in their direction. Emet-Selch ignores them.

Another drink comes and goes. When he was younger and would partake in reveling through the streets of Amaurot, such a paltry amount would mean the night has barely begun. Now, the world spins when he turns his head and his natural glare seems to have subsided. Maybe he still appears loud and grumpy but a discerning eye could tell that he seems happier.

"In fact, be it far from me to ignore our homes lofty standards. In order to adhere to such," He puts a hand dramatically to his chest. "I shall submit to you the paperwork for my cubus creation. The requisite paperwork can be drawn up by morning so that you may approve it with your own hand." He begins to consume a (somewhat smaller) drink. "Of course, you will need your own office for such important endeavors."

[ktizo]

Laughing, Hythlodaeus shushes Emet-Selch noisily and presses his finger to his friend's lips. "You truly feel that strongly about the Cubus? Very well, draw up your concept application and submit it, and I will approve it as a personal favour to you."

Not... that his approval has any sway here. And he realises that, which is partly why he's agreeing to approve it in the first place. Removing his finger from Emet-Selch's lips, he drinks a little more with a chuckle.

"The Cubus may mean little and less to me, but for my dearest friend I would approve almost anything."

[lachtara]

The expression on Emet-Selch's face falls as he is so visibly quieted. Not in a way that he is genuinely upset, but more 'playfully annoyed' than anything else. "Pardon me! I will not be shooshed! I am speaking at a perfectly reasonable volume!" He says just as loud as before. (Maybe louder).

"Now, if you will excuse me, the deadline for tomorrow is fast approaching. I should make to complete my submission as soon as possible." Emet-Selch stands up as if to leave. It is a poor decision given that his balance seems to list to one side immediately - readily noticeable in the way he stands and begins to lean too far to one side.

He slams a hand against the table in an attempt to prevent the floor from rising to meet him. It makes a loud 'bang' that is heard throughout the bar. Oh, walking was not going well at all.

[ktizo]

"Ah," Hythlodaeus giggles in delight as Emet-Selch almost falls over. Though of course, he does get up to help him, winding one arm around his waist and holding him in a strong grip that his friend would be hard pressed to get out of unless he teleported.

Which, he hopes he doesn't teleport. When their balance is so off, who knows where they'll end up? "Come now, let us leave and have some fun elsewhere." He's not as steady as he'd like to be himself, but he's certainly more capable of walking than Emet-Selch. It's rare that he's this level-headed around the same time Emet-Selch is so drunk, since they usually end up the same amount of drunk in the end, but... well, maybe that body has something to do with it?

[lachtara]

If he wasn't caught by such a steady hand, he would surely have a much closer look at the ground. Even with Hythlodaeus having such a firm grip on him it is a struggle to stay standing.

Emet-Selch hisses to himself and puts a hand to his forehead in an attempt to steady it. "Cursed Garlean body." Surely if not for this inferior body, this wouldn't be a problem.

He takes a moment to gather himself as much as possible - which is difficult when the world is not wanting to stay still. Emet-Selch slings an arm over his friend's shoulder given he would surely not be able to make his way on his own. "And where would you suggest we have 'fun'? I have spent little time in this city." Not to mention it's difficult to think like this.

[ktizo]

"Well, first of all you owe me a creation." Grinning, he helps Emet-Selch out of the bar and into the warm sunshine.

"After all, I won." He says it in a singsong voice, pleased with himself. "So! I want to see something fascinating. Can you do that for me?"

He makes a note to ask about Emet-Selch's 'inferior Garlean body' afterwards. But for now, he's going to be bragging on the fact that he won their little contest.

[lachtara]

Emet-Selch squints and confusion consumes his expression. How did they suddenly get out into the open air? Why was the sun suddenly overhead? It takes him a moment to observe his surroundings and even comprehend that they had covered any distance.

Regardless, he would not give in so easily. Unable to stand or no, Emet-Selch protests as he always would. "You have not won. Come, return us to our table so that we may resume where we have left off." Even if it is clearly an unwise idea to do so.

He makes to turn around to...some direction. (Where the bar is located is a nebulous concept in his current state.) All he succeeds at doing is pulling Hythlodaeus with him in his unsteady gait.