To Drown Out

[warriorscribe]

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...))

Comments

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Lucifel continues to hold him, as well as starts to pat the back of the other.

Yeah, he thought as much, even more so because of this faint smell that got to his nose. That and it isn't hard to spot, since Enoch's stomach content had been made of wine.]

You should wash your hair before we go back.

[warriorscribe]

*But he doesn't want to get up. He's still shaking. Eleven screams and screams, echoing his own distress, louder and louder as the shock and adrenaline start working their sobering effect on him.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Eventually he will have to get up.]

I'll help you if you want me to.

[warriorscribe]

Make her stop...

*He still hasn't told him who "she" is...but he doesn't seem to be in a state to do so at the moment. He needs to calm down first.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[It looks like Lucifel has to drag Enoch to the sink at least if his hair should be clean again today.

Sorry Enoch, but you are getting carried under his arm to the closest sink.]

[warriorscribe]

*The shock of being picked up does it. He lets himself be carried to the sink, where he stands bracing himself against it for a moment. Then he starts cleaning his hair with shaking hands.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[There we go. all nice and clean... but the scribe should use soap later if he wanted the odd smell to get out of his hair.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch staggers backwards, reaching out to steady himself on Lucifel's arm or shoulder.*

Ruana can sleepwalk...

[brbtalkingtogod]

Ruana sleepwalks? Enoch, when I stood at her bed she didn't move at all, aside from breathing and...

[It's a good thing Lucifel can quickly draw conclusions. He stares at Enoch with wide eyes.]

Do you know what that means?

[warriorscribe]

With psionics... *Enoch murmurs under Lucifel's protest, before he cuts himself off.

He meets Lucifel's gaze, a quiet desperation in his eyes.*

That's what she was doing then.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Then what I saw was...

[The archangel shivers.]

She drew me something when I stood at her bed.

[He won't say it's blood and bile because he worries that Enoch will vomit again.]

We are more aware of what she is capable now.

[warriorscribe]

*Did he....Lucifel just shivered, didn't he? That's not right... Enoch's hand on his shoulder tightens into something trying to be comforting.*

...Take us back. Please.

*It's sounding like they both need something more to drink. He certainly doesn't have the confidence to keep talking without its comfort.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Yes, but not because he's scared, actually, he's surprised of himself right now. But it's not that much of a nice thought if one of your captures is drawing pictures for you with blood and bile.

Lucifel flicks with his fingers, taking them back to the cafeteria.

A drink doesn't sound too bad... but he really needs a moment to let the information sink in completely. And he should stay sober to get him back to his room later.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch sits down and drags the bottle he'd been working on off the table to drink directly from it, clasping it in both hands almost protectively. If Lucifel sits down again too, beside him where he'd been, Enoch will lean against him. And offer him the bottle.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[The archangel sits next to him, allowing Enoch to lean against him. And take a sip of the bottle that is offered to him in silence.]

[warriorscribe]

*Silence it is then, until Lucifel starts the conversation again. Enoch curls up on the chair as he drinks, slowly draining the bottle. He offers it to Lucifel again on occasion.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

So... about 'her' who you try to keep quiet...

[This topic isn't over to him. The next time Enoch offers the bottle he shakes and adds a quick 'no, thank you'. Better stay sober.]

[warriorscribe]

Right...

*His posture is almost childlike, the way he's leaning on his guardian, curled up in his chair.*

I chose the thirty seventh bed, to learn more about Ruana. She said she sleepwalks, and showed me. Her presence moved while she slept, some of the children who could sense it were afraid...she found Eleven before anyone else, after she died. And...

*A pause for a long drink as he drains the rest of his bottle. He reaches for another one almost immediately.*

...something happened. But she swallowed her soul. And when she did, I...

[brbtalkingtogod]

... Wait, that does that mean that you have Eleven's soul in you?

[He's not asking for a why right now.

Go ahead Enoch and drink, if he got this right then he needs a moment or two to let this information sink in as well.]

[warriorscribe]

I don't know... I can't talk to her. She only screams.

*Suddenly his bottle is very interesting.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

[He doesn't have words for that. Not at that moment.]

How could we revert this?

[warriorscribe]

I don't know. I don't know, all I can do is keep distracted.

*He closes his eyes, less leaning and more slumping sideways into him now.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

I see... I'll keep you company.

[Which can also mean 'I'll keep you distracted'.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch lifts his head to smile up at him.*

I knew you'd be there for me. I can always depend on you...

[brbtalkingtogod]

Where else would I be if not here with you?

[Lucifel smiles back at Enoch. Seriously, where else should he be?]