event } you can jive

[seeingyou]

WHO: Open to all passengers!
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.

Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:

Attention, passengers.
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.

From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.

Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!

Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.

Comments

[dealwiththe]

"No one can outdrink me, darling," Lucifer says easily. "But I'm willing to give you a fighting chance, if you want to start with ale."

He'll move to whiskey soon enough - he's not much of a beer drinker.

[watchfulbalance]

"You have yourself a deal, my friend." She gestures to the seat beside her, welcoming him into it even as she waves the bartender over with her other hand. A practiced ease of someone used to being at a tavern, even if this one is far more modern than she's used to.

"I must say I did not expect our wish for grog to come true this quickly."

[dealwiththe]

"Oh, me neither," Lucifer says. "I'm usually not nearly so lucky. There's probably a catch somewhere, the other shoe will drop, whatever metaphor you want to use. Until then, however, I say we drink!"

And he takes a shot.

[watchfulbalance]

"Aye!" Agreement. She's needed a drink before waking up on a sentient spaceship anyway. This is way overdue and she has no reason to behave in this place where no one knows her.

She downs her ale heartily, not stopping until the mug is empty and she can slam it down with a loud and satisfied 'aah'.

"Bloody hells! Must be somethin' in the water here. Usually takes the whole bar 'fore I feel anythin'." She's falling back into a rougher accent, influenced by growing up around sailors and pirates. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and grabs a shot this time, looking at Lucifer with a grin.

"But I ain't out of the game yet." She downs it and nearly wobbles off her chair when the shot burns its way down her throat and makes her head spin for a moment. She won't last many rounds at this rate but hells if this isn't the most fun she's had in years.

She laughs, giddy. "Seven hells. This shite's strong." She waves her hand vaguely in Lucifer's direction. "Your turn, friend."

[dealwiththe]

Lucifer grins, enjoying the Hell out of the spectacle his drinking partner is already making. He is, after all, the ultimate enabler. If you want to, do it! That's his motto. And clearly, she wants to.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands," he says reassuringly. Still smiling as he waves over the bartender and has five shots lined up in front of him. He downs them each, one by one, in quick succession, barely reacting at all to them - at least at first.

"This really is the strongest liquor I've ever had," he comments lightly, happily. He is so pleased by the fact.

[watchfulbalance]

"Never thought I'd hear that from the devil," Begonia giggles as she orders the more alien-looking drinks. Blue with seemingly impossible swirls in them. It event has a tiny umbrella. Why not, if she's about to be shite-face drunk anyway.

"I want all of these--" she gestures in the general direction of the bar. "On the ship. How many do you think we can bring back?"

When her drink arrives, she sets the tiny umbrella aside for a hefty gulp. She's going to feel the kick from this very quickly, but still she laments, "Oh hells, can't we just stay on this plane? Plate...? Planet!"

[dealwiththe]

“The devil is full of surprises,” Lucifer comments mildly. He sticks with what amounts to space whiskey - a smooth burn, a good, deep amber color, he has a very particular aesthetic he feels compelled to uphold.

“Depends on if we can hire some locals to transport for us,” he adds contemplatively, because he’s already thinking about the logistics of stocking up. His observation deck piano bar is going to need a bar, after all.

[watchfulbalance]

Begonia just wants to try everything new ever.

She hums thoughtfully (and loudly). "I could carry 'em if I sober up in time." In day or two. Probably the two. "I'm good at makin' friends though." She's sounding more slurred and physically unsteady, but she's still stubbornly finishing the rest of her drink.

"Be nice to people and they be nice to you too."