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route_10652014-05-16 10:10 pm
doitrockapella) wrote in route_10652014-05-16 10:10 pm
If you're one of us, then roll with us
Who: Anyone over the legal drinking age in Johto! (which I believe is age 20?)
Where: The streets and venues of Goldenrod City!
When: Friday, May 16th
Summary: It's Friday, Friday, and we're gettin' down on Friday with a big honkin' Bar Crawl Katamari.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, and mark your threads accordingly if they go higher, please!
Log:
[It's funny how sometimes a passing aside can eventually snowball into a concrete notion that somehow ends up sounding like a really good idea — and if you're Carmen Sandiego, that also generally means it's a day ending in the letter "y". This time around, the passing aside had been simple enough; almost a joke, really. It's not as though she hasn't been warned about the utter peril she might be walking into by telling Lancer she'd buy him a drink for every story he can tell her; she's well aware his long memory is full of stories, and that he can almost certainly hold a drink for every one, which means she's likely to end up bankrupted if they end up keeping strictly to the terms of their bargain.
But it's also not as though money has ever taken precedence over fun in her life (or at least, it hasn't for a very long time, so long she's almost forgotten that time ever existed), and ill-advised or not, the agreement had really boiled down to an excuse to do something social and have some fun on a Friday night, and there's something just refreshing enough about the unusual and foreign normalcy of it all that she's willing to give it a try.
Of course, being out in public on a Friday night naturally comes with perils of its own, including but not limited to seeing familiar faces, having surprise visits and unanticipated encounters with long-distance friends, and...well, dragging them along with you when the sights and sounds of one bar get tedious and everybody sort of ends up deciding to go find another one instead.
So come on down, stop on by; the mission for this evening is to take a ragtag league of extraordinary gentlepersons and successfully navigate an average social outing with a standard modicum of shenanigans involved.
Which is, of course, the extraordinary gentleperson way of saying TONIGHT WE'RE GOING HARD.]
[OOC: Okay, so! This is an open log for anyone over the drinking age who is currently in Goldenrod City right now and wants to come hang out for a Friday Night At The Bar; just tag your starters with a location and maybe an average estimate of what time of the night it's taking place at. Presumably the group's going to move around at least once or twice so you might catch them in a bar, on the streets of Goldenrod, or feel free to have groups wander away from the pack and go do their own thing — whatever floats your boat! The log's open for everyone, to be used as you see fit. Just please mark all warnings accordingly in your threads and tag responsibly! o/ ]
Where: The streets and venues of Goldenrod City!
When: Friday, May 16th
Summary: It's Friday, Friday, and we're gettin' down on Friday with a big honkin' Bar Crawl Katamari.
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, and mark your threads accordingly if they go higher, please!
Log:
[It's funny how sometimes a passing aside can eventually snowball into a concrete notion that somehow ends up sounding like a really good idea — and if you're Carmen Sandiego, that also generally means it's a day ending in the letter "y". This time around, the passing aside had been simple enough; almost a joke, really. It's not as though she hasn't been warned about the utter peril she might be walking into by telling Lancer she'd buy him a drink for every story he can tell her; she's well aware his long memory is full of stories, and that he can almost certainly hold a drink for every one, which means she's likely to end up bankrupted if they end up keeping strictly to the terms of their bargain.
But it's also not as though money has ever taken precedence over fun in her life (or at least, it hasn't for a very long time, so long she's almost forgotten that time ever existed), and ill-advised or not, the agreement had really boiled down to an excuse to do something social and have some fun on a Friday night, and there's something just refreshing enough about the unusual and foreign normalcy of it all that she's willing to give it a try.
Of course, being out in public on a Friday night naturally comes with perils of its own, including but not limited to seeing familiar faces, having surprise visits and unanticipated encounters with long-distance friends, and...well, dragging them along with you when the sights and sounds of one bar get tedious and everybody sort of ends up deciding to go find another one instead.
So come on down, stop on by; the mission for this evening is to take a ragtag league of extraordinary gentlepersons and successfully navigate an average social outing with a standard modicum of shenanigans involved.
Which is, of course, the extraordinary gentleperson way of saying TONIGHT WE'RE GOING HARD.]
[OOC: Okay, so! This is an open log for anyone over the drinking age who is currently in Goldenrod City right now and wants to come hang out for a Friday Night At The Bar; just tag your starters with a location and maybe an average estimate of what time of the night it's taking place at. Presumably the group's going to move around at least once or twice so you might catch them in a bar, on the streets of Goldenrod, or feel free to have groups wander away from the pack and go do their own thing — whatever floats your boat! The log's open for everyone, to be used as you see fit. Just please mark all warnings accordingly in your threads and tag responsibly! o/ ]
i'm sorry for this
[Lancer had already been drinking for some time. Which was no problem for him, but a big problem to literally every single person he came into contact with.]
[And that's the story of how an ancient Irish hero in a Hawaiian shirt and leather pants kicked open the door and nearly took it off its hinges.]
WHAT'S UP, YOU DEPRESSING BASTARDS?! TURN A FUCKIN' LIGHT ON, WHY DON'T YOU?!
you are both jerks and never be sorry
So now it's failed.
Blake leans out of his booth to grouse at the asshole]
If you don't like it, then get out.
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Nah, not as fun if I went and did that.
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[Blake buries his scowl in his beer.]
The fuck do you want? I've never seen you around here before.