towerofanimus | To Drown Out

Characters: Enoch never intended it but, everyone who's up for drinking!
Setting: Cafeteria, throughout the day (sorry team indigo)
Format: Party, do what you want!
Summary: With Riki being generous with the food again, Enoch decides to see, first, if he can still get drunk at all, and second, if being drunk will help keep his new headmate quiet. A (not-so-) surprising amount of people are likely to be interested in drinking with him.
Warnings: Drunken shenanigans. Possible angst because he might actually talk about Eleven under the influence. Might also talk about gory details of the meeting with Ruana. Did I say drunken shenanigans? I think I need to say that again.

*Much like just before the glamour failure, Enoch sits with several bottles of red wine from the kitchen stock. Unlike then, he has no extra glasses out to share with. He is not drinking to a plunge into the unknown. He is drinking to drown things. Mostly, the voice screaming in his head.

But nothing really changes the fact that any modern wine is of much higher quality than anything his time could produce, and he's savoring its flavor too, in long sips. It's almost a distraction, itself.

Speaking of distractions, he certainly won't object to any company, and if it turns into a larger gathering he may get so caught up in it he'll forget how much he's had.

And so might you. Care to grab a drink for yourself? He won't mind if you ask for some of the wine he has.*

((ooc: Of course you can approach Enoch like any other log, but due to interest expressed this is actually more of a mingle! Start games and contests if you'd like or just hang out and have your characters get drunk or bodyguard or spectate. Please identify new games and contests in the header to make it clearer to people scrolling through! Naturally there can be several threads of the same game, considering this isn't organized at all.

Have fun, and do keep an eye out for monsters...))

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All friendship-y fun and games until somebody loses an arm.

[ He picks up the wine bottle and pours out another cup. ]

Nope!

Shame. He needs a drink even more than I do.

[ He sets the bottle down on the table. ]

S'how it goes.

[She looks over the wine.]

Maybe I should put some in his mail...

Wow, that'd be a big help, wouldn't it. Just leave it on his bed if ya' want him to get smashed.

[ Takes a sWig from hIs cup. ]

[She stares at him blankly.]

I dunno where his bed is.

In his room.

[ OBVIoUSLY. ]

Four beds to every room.

[Again, obviously.]

[ Takes a sip. Well, it's not liKe the trucks come with pAdlocks! ]

Hah. Pick the one with banners of honor pinned to the walls, and little tearstained dolls of his brothers. Maybe he'll have some cute Saber figures stuffed underneath the bed.

[She bursts out laughing at this.]

I'll keep a lookout if I ever get into his room, then. I'll be disappointed if he doesn't actually have those things.

[And then she realizes something else about his joke.]

His brothers? Do you mean the one he had in his legend?

Knock yourself out with that then, lady. [ Avenger burps. ]

O-r the one he has here. Who knows?

[ Honestly, he wasn't talking about any specific brother(s) Diarmuid has/had. ]

Oh yes, he's told me about that. Another hero, wasn't he?

Yeah, another hero. [ The contempt he places on the word "hero" is offset by his casualness. ] The idiot lapdog. Woof!

...Does he really bark?

I wouldn't be surprised.

I suppose Diarmuid has no problems with the barking?

You tell me, I don't have anything to do with the guy.

[ He takes another driNk from the cUp. ]

Well, you know too much about him to have nothing to do with him. Either Diarmuid or his brother.

[ Having roughly two conversations with either of them separately doesn't count. ]

Geez, lady, you do know those two hardly keep their traps shut about who they are to each other, right?

Oh. So you've found out about them that way.

[She peers around.]

Which one is his brother, then? I don't hear anyone barking yet.

Blah, blah. . .

[ He mutters and chugs down the liquor, the cup then clattering down onto the table. ] Stop asking me to do shit for you, lady.

Then consider it equivalent exchange. Ask me to do something for you.

There's nothing. [ His drinking has only rendered him slightly tipsy rather than inebriateD. ] I don't fucking have anything I want ya' to do for me. Why the hell would I?

[ Except die because she's a worthless little human being, but death doesn't last in this stupid Tower so what would be the point? ]

Oh, alright. Then I suppose we should just stop asking each other anything.

[On the other hand, Sola-ui is drunk.]

I asked ya' to stop asking first.

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