towerofanimus | 11 | they should worry

Characters: Aleph and you!
Setting: Floor 1, Floor 62, Floor 86
Format: Actionspam
Summary: Aleph shares a little wine that will knock the unsuspecting out. He heads up to the beach, and from there to the fairy ring floor where he has a "little" problem.
Warnings: Drinking, by minors if you.. count Aleph as a minor. Will update to include other things if they occur.

[Floor 1]
[There was a rather large bottle of wine on the table.

On close inspection, it would be labeled with simply 'Dionysus' on one side of the label. Anyone paying any attention to it would get Aleph to smile and say:]

If you promise to drink responsibly, I'll let you have some.

[Warning: alcohol made by the god of wine is delicious, but severely intoxicating.]

[Floor 62]
[It's good to be on the beach when it's warm...

Don't mind Aleph's deposited top half of his armor. It was 70 degrees and it felt great to just stretch out on the beach there.]

[Floor 86]
[Maybe he'd drank too much of the wine. There was certainly a sway in his step when he was proceeding up the stairs, enough that he stepped off onto this floor in particular.

Right into a ring of mushrooms. Should they even be allowed to grow that close to the stairs? Either way, it was too late to think of that now, as a small group of fairies appeared and surrounded him.]

What a silly man!

Coming into our ring, how mean!

[Right, he could handle this, he negotiated with spirits for a living... He started to speak.] It was an accident-

Did he bring iron into our ring?

Scary, scary, we'll have to make sure he doesn't use it!

[Well crap.

The next thing Aleph saw was a swirl of lights, and then... everything suddenly looked a whole lot bigger.

Those who enter this floor after Aleph will notice that he's about the size of somebody's hand - that is, if they look before they step onto it.]

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I've never heard of it before.

[Diarmuid shrugs.]

Perhaps my brother would know? What about the person who first mentioned it to you? They didn't explain?

He said my wife might not like it. That's all I really got out of him.

[Diarmuid frowns.]

That your wife might not like it? Have you thought of looking it up somewhere or perhaps asking about it on the Network?

[He has to admit, he's more curious about this than he probably should be. Maybe it's the alcohol talking...]

I think I'll look more into it. It's kind of bugging me... So I should probably ask around.

Let me know what you find out? I have to admit I wish to know more as well...

[He looks at his empty glass and then laughs.]

I blame this and my own innately curious nature.

I'll have to ask on the network soon. Probably while more sober than this.

[Diarmuid laughs again.]

Probably a good idea. Now...I can't help but wonder if it would be a good idea to stop now or have just one more glass...

Compromise at half a glass?

[Diarmuid holds out his glass.]

I like that plan!

[Half a glass of wine for you, brosef.]

[Diarmuid raises his glass at Aleph and then looks at it for a moment, before downing it all at once.]

Best to go full tilt at this rate, right?

[Aleph grins at that.] You might as well.

I am certainly glad I got to taste it. It was very good. I might not be unconscious, but I'm not planning on getting up anytime soon. I've made it this far. I would really rather not embarrass myself by falling on my face.

No, I guess that would be a disappointing way to end your drinking. And slightly painful, too.

[Diarmuid laughs.]

Yes, and I have seen enough people do it that I would rather avoid it. Pretty smart of me, no? While the drink itself didn't knock me out, if I fall over and knock myself out because I was tipsy I think it probably still counts...

I might spare you on a technicality on that one. Maybe.

How kind of you. I'm in your debt.

[Diarmuid drops his head onto his arms after crossing them on the table. He then stifles a yawn.]

Okay, if it's straight up making me sleepy without hitting anything in between, you know it's good stuff.

You don't need any help getting back to bed, do you? It might be best to take the elevator.

[Diarmuid shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively.]

I will use the elevator, don't worry. Besides, no matter how strong the drink, this is likely to pass quickly. Servant's bodies repair themselves very quickly.

Just making sure. I'd feel awful if I led you to some injury.

Don't worry. I will be fine. I have no wish to be hurt or die, not after such a pleasant occasion. Unlike some drinkers I know, I do tend to keep my wits around me even when drunk.

[It was a skill he learned long ago to make sure that half the Fianna didn't end up in jail and the other half dead just because he let himself relax a little as well. Really, for Ireland's best warriors, they sure needed a babysitter a lot.]

I've seen too many drinkers that don't.

[And in a place almost as dangerous as the Tower, with no way of coming back to life.]

[Diarmuid nods, a sad look crossing his eyes.]

Yes, that is why I decided it was better I lose a little fun then for them to lose their lives. Their lives are more valuable than a little fun.

Far more valuable.

[Even Aleph knows he can't stop everyone from doing stupid things, however.]

Yes...

[Diarmuid's eyes grow distant for a moment and then he turns a smile toward Aleph.]

In any event, you don't need to babysit me. If you want to head off and do something else, feel free. This was fun. We should do it again.

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