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Entry tags:
- bungo stray dogs: chuuya nakahara,
- bungo stray dogs: ranpo edogawa,
- final fantasy xiv: genbu onishi,
- genshin impact: venti,
- hades: dionysus,
- hetalia: north italy,
- jjba: johnny joestar,
- my hero academia: uraraka ochako,
- original: concordia,
- original: gershom alter,
- original: kokoro amamiya,
- osomatsu-san: osomatsu matsuno
It's a party! [Open]
⌛ 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.]
⌛ 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.]
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[It's part of the reason he's so antisocial at home, other than the obvious difficulties.]
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Which is obvious enough that it'd probably throw someone off if you suddenly did.
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[He trips over his words so much when he tries to lie.]
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You always sound kinda nervous, so I don't think the average person would be able to tell the difference if you were lying.
[This is... a compliment, really.]
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[Is it, tho.]