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

[alephbet]

Maybe I am~.

[technologic]

[That gets another laugh from her.]

Really? S-since I wouldn't be a completely comfy pillow.

[alephbet]

Lies. You would be the most comfortable ever.

[technologic]

Even though I'm a bit bony in places?

[alephbet]

You make up for that with pillow talk.

[technologic]

Pillow talk?

[alephbet]

Well, you're a pillow, right?

[technologic]

Mm, that's true... What sort of things should I say as a pillow, then?

[alephbet]

Whatever you want is fine.

[technologic]

You sure? Cause you can have your pillow say anything you want, y'know.

[alephbet]

Maybe I just like my pillow's voice no matter what she says.

[technologic]

[Yep, turning red now.]

A-anything at all?

[alephbet]

Anything!

[technologic]

S-should the pillow sing to you, then?

[alephbet]

I'd love if she did.

[technologic]

Then I will make sure that your pillow sings for you, then!

[alephbet]

You're too sweet to me.

[technologic]

Huh? H-hey, isn't that usually my l-line?

[alephbet]

Oh, it is. Sorry, I won't steal it.

[technologic]

Ehe, don't worry, I haven't claimed it as my own yet. So you can still use it.

[alephbet]

Alright, I will. Because you're very, very sweet.

[technologic]

Ehe, coming from someone who is saying that I would be the most comfortable pillow.

[alephbet]

That's just the truth.

[technologic]

Ooooor you're just way too nice.

[alephbet]

Or it's the truth.