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

[vapelife]

You new to this, my man? [Since Ranpo absolutely sounds like a beginner drinker.] Depends, of course. Everyone's a bit different. Spotty memory is common though. Sometimes it's a good thing.

[sweetsleuth]

Obviously. I've only really gone drinking twice. The first time, I don't remember anything, and the second time, I didn't drink very much. So I don't even really know what I'm like when I'm drunk.

[And evidently he's aiming for a repeat of the first as he sips more at his wine.]

[vapelife]

Twice? Ever? My man, you have been missing out! But it's all in knowing when's your limit, yeah? How you feelin' right now? Do you want to forget?

[While Dionysus isn't a god of moderation, he is a god who wants someone to have a good time, and thus drink more in the future. Obviously it works in his favor to keep an eye on Ranpo's consumption.]

[sweetsleuth]

[He actually seems to consider it for a moment, before shaking his head.]

Nah, I don't really like forgetting things. But if I could get just drunk enough that my brain turns off for a few hours, that'd be perfect!

[vapelife]

That I can help with! Who doesn't love a bit of a drunken trance?

[He pats Ranpo's shoulder. He won't be refilling the guy's glass once it's empty then.]

Finish that up and we'll play it by ear, yeah? If you think you can handle more, there'll be more, but we'll take it slow.

[sweetsleuth]

Hmmm, that sounds like a good way to go about it!

[Generally speaking, Ranpo is pretty good at reading people. Even with his senses dulled right now, he feels like it's not a mistake to put his trust in this guy.]

[Or maybe that's the booze talking. Even after just this much, his mind feels like it's starting to tilt a little. Which is why it only just occurs to him--]

Ahh, I'm Ranpo, by the way! And you're... [He vaguely remembers a post on the network about this party, what was it, who did he says he was--] ...Dinosaur?

[vapelife]

[Dionysus doesn't quite intend to keep super sober himself -- does he ever? -- but he makes a note to reign himself at least in regards to Ranpo. He can somewhat get a feel of how deep the short man's into it at the very least.]

Close, but not quite, man. Dionysus.

[Yeah he's gonna ruffle Ranpo's hair.]

You'll get it. Or maybe you won't. It's cool either way!

1/3

[sweetsleuth]

[Don't mind him just leaning into his hand like an affection-starved cat. Which he basically is, even if he hasn't popped out the cat ears just yet.]

Dionysus-san? Hey, that's just like the Greek--

[sweetsleuth]

[sweetsleuth]

Cool.

[His brain is still working in there somewhere, really. He's catching up.]

So, you planning on throwing parties like this more often? I bet if you invite those scientists back at NRL, they'll let you use one of their auditoriums.

[vapelife]

[Yes, like the Greek god. Dionysus just beams down at Ranpo, as if oblivious to what he was saying, but he does get a very thoughtful look at the suggestion.]

Heeeey, now, that's not that bad! The more the merrier, I say, and if I can get a bigger space then it's even better!

[sweetsleuth]

It'd probably help make things less cramped, too. And I know they like to party; they took us all on a trip to a hot springs resort last month, and one of them got so drunk, he tried to canonball into one of the springs and almost broke his ass.

[Drunkpo spilling the embarrassing deets on the NPCs.]