It's a party! [Open]

[vapelife]

⌛ Who: Dionysus & you! It's open to all.
⌛ What: The god of wine is throwing a wicked party
⌛ When: About a week prior to the March event
⌛ Where: Dionysus' Nihonbashi refugee apartment
⌛ Warnings: A blanket warning of intoxication and probably sexual conduct


This was more work than Dionysus had grown accustomed to in preparation for a party, but he figures if he's going to be stuck here a while without his family to bicker with and his worshipers to cry out for his attention, then it was likely worth it. Many of the other refugees seemed to be harboring some heavy stuff, so why not give them the space to have a little fun?

He's ready as the sun begins to set. The Olypian has no fear of intruders, so he leaves his door open, welcoming anyone to come inside if they please. Dionysus had set out to provide music as well, and during his hunt he made a trade with a local store that has graciously allowed him to borrow a casette player and a number of casettes of varying musical tastes for the party in exchange for wine. Currently, music similar to this is playing, but it can be switched.

The table has been set with as much food as he could manage, mostly fruits, breads, mushrooms, preserved meats, fish, and sweets -- things that would be recognizable to him, even if he didn't fully recognize the dish. Some extra candies have been piled on a side table. Then there's the wine. Already rows of cups have been filled with it, ready to be picked up, as well as a large bowl in case someone wanted to fill theirs themselves. Generally, the cups of wine will stay constantly full, providing as much wine as the partier wishes to drink.

The host, Dionysus, sits at a place of honor in front of the table, and any new person who steps through the door gets a rousing "Welcome! Drink!" of greeting. While the Olympian has embraced some Nippon fashion to try and integrate more, wearing a happi pulled (somewhat) closed with a sash instead of his usual robe, it was (unfortunately for some) all he's wearing and still quite short, leaving his thighs as bare. At the very least, he's sitting cross legged.

"Uhm, so, if you need rest, just wanted to let you know the bed mat in the bedroom is open for anyone who needs a lie down, all right? Or something else, if you get me?"

[ooc: Feel free to start your own top levels! For those interested in having their chars "under the influence" of Dionysus' power as a god, this would be a feeling of increasingly wanting to drink, feast, maybe kiss a few people. You know, good wanton drunk times.]

Comments

[sweetsleuth]

So you just need a big hunky guy to make it for you, and then you can taste it, huh.

[This sounds like he's teasing him, but in his mind, it's just a very accurate observation??]

[accidentallich]

...I think it's more the being a god of parties and wine and things like that.

[Otherwise he'd just have asked Genbu.]

[sweetsleuth]

...you know, I was wondering how he just kept bringing more wine out.

I guess that explains that, too.

[Ranpo, casually wandering into the home of someone he's never met, smh.]

[accidentallich]

Did you not know who Dionysus was?

[The idea that he might be totally unfamiliar with Greek myth makes way more sense than just wandering into a stranger's house.]

[sweetsleuth]

...now I do?

[Zero sense of self-preservation here.]

[accidentallich]

Please don't go into strangers' houses, you might get hurt...

[worry worry worry]

[sweetsleuth]

Oh, you don't have to worry about me! If there was something suspicious going on here, I would have seen it before I even walked in!

[accidentallich]

I don't think I know how to not worry about people.

[sweetsleuth]

You do kinda seem the type to worry a lot... I'd suggest another glass of wine, but you probably shouldn't be taking my advice right now.

[accidentallich]

I'm sure if I get drunk I'll do or say something really embarrassing.

[sweetsleuth]

Ehh, probably... so just hang around me, because I'll probably say something even more embarrassing after another glass!

[accidentallich]

Well, alright then.

[He pours himself a second glass of wine and has a sip. No blessing this time, he already said one earlier.]

[sweetsleuth]

...of course, I still get to hear whatever embarrassing things you might say.

[Goblin.]

[accidentallich]

That's true... D-don't be too mean about it, please?

[sweetsleuth]

I won't!

To be honest, anything you could say, I probably already knew or would have figured out if I decided to think about it. People can't really keep secrets from me.

[This is like the opposite of reassuring.]

[accidentallich]

E-eh? You haven't figured out... a-anything bad, have you?

[Oh no Ranpo's going to find out he's a terrible person and won't want to be friends with him-]

[sweetsleuth]

...that depends on how you define bad!

[STILL NOT REASSURING]

But it's fiiine, I won't tell anyone or anything! That just happens with everyone I meet.

[accidentallich]

D-do you still want to be friends with me...?

[clearly gershom is worse than other people, because reasons.]

[sweetsleuth]

Why wouldn't I?

[Skelly-bro plz.]

[accidentallich]

Eh? Well, um...

[Even he knows 'I'm a bad person and you shouldn't like me if you know all about me' sounds kind of dumb.]

[sweetsleuth]

C'mooon, speak up!

[He doesn't let Poe get away with mumbling, so he won't let Gershom get away with it either, gomen.]

[accidentallich]

I-if you know everything about me I can't imagine why you'd still want to be friends with me?

[weh]

[sweetsleuth]

Yeah, you're right, the guy who says a prayer before eating must secretly be an evil mastermind or something.

[Bruh]

Not that I'd judge if you were-- whatever happened in your past is the past! I prefer to focus on the kind of person someone is once they're standing in front of me.

[accidentallich]

...You're a very good person.

[Not just a genius, but kind too.]

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[sweetsleuth]

Eheh... I'd like to think so!

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