[Takanashi Misaki]

323 words Sumi Okita,Samaritan,Freja Helt,Kei Hada,𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,𝕐 + 𝕐,junsuina,Mafdet Khepri,Ylva Riis,Masao Ando,Yanai Yoko Dinosaur costume

This was going well so far. Everyone seemed to be having fun, nothing had exploded and no one had gone overboard yet. Even the previous argument had died down entirely. Why, the biggest danger was the anticipation. It was killing her! Misaki couldn't wait to finalize the results. Listening to Rahul's explanation she pointed her marker at him with a wink.

"That's bullshit," she responded with humor shining through in her tone. "But I'll buy it, my fellow onesie enthusiast."

Scribbling another line down for Masao her ear twitched when she heard Jun speak up as well.

"Aaand one more for Masao. That puts us at a draw, come on, who's next?" 

Humming cheerily to herself Misaki's eyes roved over the crowd. It didn't seem like anyone else was interested in casting a vote at the moment. Keeping her face perfectly joyful Misaki chuckled menacingly on the inside. That suited her just fine.

"Goooing once, goooing twice. It's a draw!" Misaki explained. "Which meeeaaaaans," adding a healthy amount of theatrical jazz hands into the mix she let the moment stretch. "Neither of you won! And really, my dear friends. If neither of you bested each other, can you truly say you haven't lost?" 

With a smile that didn't at all hide her amusement Misaki pulled a bottle of tequila and a shot glass from one pocket before pulling a karaoke microphone from the other.

"Which meaaaaans," Misaki reiterated once more with the same sickly sweet drawl as before. "Penalty game for both of you!" Raising the volume of her voice so to make sure everyone who voted heard the stakes as well Misaki continued. "For our dearest Masao-chan, five shots of Tequila! Bottoms up! Of course we can't forget about our lovely Ylva-chan, who shall be gracing our ears with her finest rendition of Row Row Row Your Boat! Let's get this party going folks!"

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by Pinn @ THQ

[Ylva Riis]

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"Yes." Ylva said flatly, turning to Misaki. "Might as well be a loss." This did come with the benefit of her being able to hand Masao the alcohol she was forced to drink. Picking out the most top-shelf tequila, she would make her way back over to the group. "Everything is free, correct?" Ultimately knowing the answer, she'd ask Sumi and then line up each shot for Masao. "I'll sing this song, and then you're free to drink, Andy."[break][break]

Holding her end of the bargain, she'd go to a karaoke machine and, clearing her throat would sing. [break][break]

Row, row, row your boat,[break][break]

Gently down the stream,[break][break]

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily[break][break]

Life is but a dream.[break][break]



She had an average to slightly above average singing voice, and once she finished repeating the chorus about four times she would put the mic back down, much to the shock of onlookers who knew of her and her reputation. Once she was back, she looked at Andy with the same expression as always. "Your turn."[break][break]

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for Samaritan,Takanashi Misaki,Masao Ando,Ylva Riis,Freja Helt,Kei Hada,Mafdet Khepri,junsuina,𝕐 + 𝕐,𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,Sumi Okita,

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[Masao Ando]

''A draw?'' She crossed her arms and looked over at Ylva. ''For once I agree with her, this is no definite conclusion, but if it is what fate has decided I suppose it will suffice.'' She let out a small sigh. Was she really getting drunk tonight? But she was planning to go the workshop tomorrow to work, what if she got a terrible hangover? She hadn't even been drunk before so she had no clue what was going to happen.

''This many?'' She looked down at the shots. She had gotten tipsy on wine before, but this was nothing like it. ''Not bad.'' She smirked after Ylva had sung her song. The imagery of Ylva rowing a boat was amusing, but the joy of seeing her roommate embarrass herself was fleeting considering what she had ahead of her. ''Then I will uphold my end of the bet too.'' She picked up the first shot glass and made the mistake of actually drinking it in one, slow gulp, causing her eyes to widen as the taste really hit her. ''This is horrid!'' She let out a small cough and looked up at Ylva. ''Whatever poison did you fill these with?'' Despite insulting the drink she picked up another shot and downed it. On her pride and honor as a warrior she wasn't going to be defeated by mere alcohol.

''I cannot see why people enjoy this infernal drink.'' She was starting to feel it after her third shot, but kept going. She would almost have preferred to fight Ylva and lose in front of everyone, at least she felt more confident about her fighting than her ability to hold any liquor. ''There!'' She took the final shot glass and slammed it on the table upside down after drinking it. ''All... Done.'' She stood up, and when she did the alcohol really started to hit her as she swayed in her spot. ''Mis- uh, Takanashi-san, was that five shots?'' She put a hand up to her head and looked down at the empty shot glasses on the table before looking back at her.

''I commend your level of self-control, Riis-san. You could have easily frozen my drinks and caused me harm, could you not?'' She smiled over at Ylva and let out a sigh, sitting down on the deck with her back against the wall, looking up at the night sky.

Takanashi Misaki, Ylva Riis

[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

I Don't Wanna Be Drunk

Michael's throat and mouth felt like they were on fire. He quickly looked for some actual water to drink, thinking maybe he could dilute the alcohol in his system before it took effect. He was a large guy... maybe it wouldn't do anything... Jun-senpai's walk away felt particularly disapproving. He hadn't meant to actually drink... He was under age still. He broke a law... It wasn't the end of the world, but what if someone needed him tonight, what if he didn't have a clear enough head to be there for someone that needed assistance. He knew Yoko was looking to drink if not drink to excess... she needed a sober friend to watch out for her. And here he had ingested 2 alcohols... What a terrible friend...

All he could do now was to just try to drink water to try flushing it out of his system, but he'd need to keep an eye on his friends while they drank too. So at least the suggested activity of karaoke was fairly easy for them to stay together and not do anything dangerous or reckless.

"Y-Yes... let's do some karaoke." Michael said with a bottle of water in hand. How long was alcohol meant to effect people? Did they realize they were drunk or did it just feel normal? After all many people made the stupid choice to drink and drive or make worse choices... did they think everything was just normal? Was Michael drunk already?! The panic-fueled internalization filled Michael, luckily masked by his literally obscuring face.

Michael loved music, he didn't think himself as much of a singer, but he LOVED music in all different kinds. His father had introduced him to several English and British artists but he also enjoyed more traditional and classical music from his mother's preference.

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TLDR: Michael worries about being drunk because he wants to be sober to help anyone that might need it, so he agrees they should do karaoke so they can all stay together while he flushes the alcohol out of his system with water before it takes effect.

[Kei Hada]

The rabbit exploded. Kei coughed heavily, having inhaled the resulting smoke. It was when it cleared and he saw one rabbit remain that he realized what happened.

How it happened however was unclear to him. Did they have a short lifespan? Was it a reaction to some outside stimulus? Wait- no- was it his doing? Kei pulled back his jacket sleeve. Fiddled with the wristband hidden underneath. It was still working- no malfunctions from what he could see. Had he surpassed its protocols then somehow? Did he become stronger again-

The rabbit duplicating itself made him yelp in surprise.

Kei yelled again when Rahul manifested out of nowhere. "God what-" And deposited in his hands were all the things he thought he lost. "Oh." He blinked down at the rabbit, then at the kit and drink, then turned to the bunny-clad student with a strained smile; a sorry attempt at hiding his earlier panic. "Thank you Rahul! And oh, it's okay- I know you're just havin' fun."

Moving to a table to place everything down - making sure the bunny in particular was plopped safely on the surface - he sat in a chair and opened the sewing kit. "Gonna go ahead and fix this though. I don't think people appreciate the look."

Kei had selected his button to replace the lost one with when Ylva unexpectedly took to the stage, singing her rendition of a popular nursery rhyme. His eyes widened, was this part of her competition against Masao? Thinking that was the case he applauded her; he was nowhere brave enough to do what she did so she deserved it. "Good job Ylva, you sounded great!"

Sumi Okita,Samaritan,Freja Helt,𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,𝕐 + 𝕐,junsuina,Mafdet Khepri,Takanashi Misaki,Ylva Riis,Masao Ando,Yanai Yoko

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[attr="class","body"]Small animals running for the hills when she’s around them is one thing. But spontaneously combusting to avoid getting touched by her completely? That’s a whole other ballpark entirely. A whole new low. So, okay, yeah. Maybe she’s sulking a little. All the noise definitely didn’t help - music and merry-making’s all well and good, but does it have to be so loud about it?

(It’s not, she’s just grumpy. Not that anyone with the good sense god gave a rock would actually say that to her.)

Whatever the case, she’s pretty much resigned herself to spent the rest of the night grumpily kneading at Kei’s side with her arm around him and nails sharpened ever-so-slightly into claws. Not sharp enough to hurt him, ever, but enough to make a satisfying little pricking feeling in the fabric of his suit jacket every time she squeezes.

Then whatsisname Thapa had to show up ’n ruin it. Jerk.

“Oh, c’mon,” she grumbles, put out, at the button and needle as baobao procures ‘em. She chooses not to acknowledge Kei complimenting the ice princess’s nursery rhyme moment, if only because she’s sure she’ll get in trouble if she picks a fight again. If she bumps her face against Kei’s cheek and smudges her makeup a little, that’s no one’s business but her own. “Can’t the repair job wait until we get home?”

(Ignore the red solo cup Lili’s absent-mindedly making her sip at to calm down. It’s irrelevant, and Lili doesn't know what's in it.)

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Ylva Riis + Kei Hada + junsuina + 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

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[Yanai Yoko]

''Oh, stop trying to be my mother for one second will you? Join us at karaoke, or go bother someone else. Something's gotta kill my braincells, I choose alcohol. If you wanna be unfun that's your choice, I don't want anything to do with that.'' She sneered at Jun, having about enough of this whole argument. As far as she was aware her senpai needed to loosen up and stop being so scared of everything. Why did she even come to the party if not to relax and have fun?

''Hold on.'' She looked up at Michael, inspecting his face as if she was a doctor checking for signs of life before giving him a pat on the head and a firm nod. ''Okay then, you're about drunk enough for karaoke.'' She took Michael's arm and looked around before she spotted Khepri. ''Khepri, you too. We can grab as many drinks as we want remember? The host is rich. Let's just go sing some karaoke before people start passing out.'' She took Khepri's arm with her other hand and started leading them both to the nearest karaoke room.

What happened next was a blur to Yoko, but she sang her heart out and probably ended up looking stupid in several pictures around the party that she would come to regret the day after. Not like any of that mattered though, she ultimately had fun. One of the worst videos of her was her standing on the karaoke table, singing a drunken rendition of some old school mecha anime opening. Stuff that drunk her found hilarious, but which made sober her want to dig a hole in the ground, jump in and never come out again.

Samaritan, Mafdet Khepri, junsuina

[𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲]

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“I’ll leave you two to it.” There were places I needed to be. Specifically, not the middle of their mating ritual. I wouldn’t call myself a prude, nor have issues with being a third wheel, but I felt as though I had gotten everything I could out of this interaction. Between voting, instigating, and planting seeds for the future, I return to work without a clear, focused mind.

You might not think wearing a bunny suit on top of a ship during a UAU event would be where I would prioritize training, but mental fortitude, creativity, and the dietary habits of my peers at the food bar was abundant amongst the student body.

“Let me know who won.”

I doubt they’ll return to the scene but if they did, then I’d be sure to hear about whatever conflicts transpired the following day. For now, it’s time to watch people eat. So I can…

see food.

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[Mafdet Khepri]

Half empty or full... Khepri was learning so many things today. Fruity drinks went down really easy and alcohol didn't have a specific taste. With how different things tasted from country to country Khepri hadn't had the slightest idea that they were starting to feel a buzz until they were four drinks deep. Singing needed a lot of energy after all and the catbug was going ham, both cheering up others and taking the microphone themself. They hadn't been to any parties like this back in Egypt and they were having the time of their life. So many people all having fun, what more could they possibly want. With a smile so wide their cheeks were bound to hurt by the time the party was over Khepri took the mic and began to sing the next song, O'fortuna. "♫ I love goat cheese. Give me cookies. They gave us margarita! ♫  ♫ This octopus, let's give him boots. Send him to get a guitar. ♫ ♫ Oh! Papercut! Sand paper ah!" The further along they sang the more they butchered the lyrics, and not just because the alcohol was causing them to slur their words. Shaking along with the beat they gradually got more and more into a rhythm, not quite the one of the song that was playing but something close. Khepri danced like nobody was watching. But people were watching and it looked like the catbug was being attacked by bees. It didn't ruin their fun. Besides, they weren't gonna have memories of this tomorrow, just a killer hangover. ...Is all perspective Samaritan,Takanashi Misaki,Masao Ando,Ylva Riis,Freja Helt,Kei Hada,Mafdet Khepri,junsuina,𝕐 + 𝕐,𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲,Sumi Okita,

made by eden @ gs and thq

[Jinx]

☆ MISSION SUCCESS ☆

Party like it's 2100!
Great thread everyone!

+ 75 Tokens!!
+ 2500 EXP!!

Tokens:
Khepri: 225 // 300
Kei: 0 // 75

EXP:
Masao: 38,000 // 45,500 <september cap>
Ylva: 2,500 // 10,000
Playboy: 10,000 // 15,000 <september cap>
Junsuina: 35,250 // 45,250 <september cap>
Michael: 47,000 // 57,000
Khepri: 11,000 // 13,500
Kei: 24,500 // 27,000

tag: Mafdet Khepri  Kei Hada  Masao Ando  Ylva Riis  𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲  junsuina  Samaritan  Sumi Okita  Freja Helt  𝕐 + 𝕐  Takanashi Misaki  Yanai Yoko