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wildestlogs2022-02-17 10:58 am
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Bartender, Take My Keys [Mingle Log]
Who: Dan and any other adults.
What: It’s been a real long week and you know what Rivendell needs? A rager.
Where: Rivendell
When: The a few days into Rivendell.
Warnings: Content warnings for recreational alcohol and drug use, adults acting rowdy.
Note: I’d like to limit this log to characters who are adults, unless you’d like to do a thread of them being escorted away by a concerned grown-up (see the prompt for teens below).
Bonus note: This is supposed to be an open mingle post, but if you want Dan in particular, just let me know in your comment or somewhere OOCly!
Dan, as a guest in Rivendell, checks in with their hosts first and gets their blessing to have a "little soirée" in the Hall of Fire, adjacent to the water. Rather than going on the network, where he might leave some of the teens feeling excluded, Dan makes the effort to go to each other adult in the squad and several adults staying in Rivendell and invite them personally. He frames it as a night for people to relax with some drink, games, music, and cultural exchange, and most of all, a night of no judgments so long as everyone’s having a good time. And then he gets hustling.
When the sun goes down, the party starts. Dan’s been furiously busy networking, begging favors, scrapping together materials and coordinating, all in preparation for a moment of pressure release for the squad that he hopes will lift spirits and pacify any troubled waters. He’s cobbled together a crew of musicians from various backgrounds, and they’ve been spending the morning rehearsing together for some energetic background music. The cooks have provided tasty, fatty snacks and several tuns of beer and wine of various quality. Dwarves, elves and men are milling around on foot or at tables where card games are being played for friendly stakes, and in spite of being hobbled by his injury, Dan’s flitting around greeting everybody, memorizing everyone’s names, and making sure that they’re comfortable as they leave the makeshift coat check.
Once there are enough people mingling and filtering in, Dan climbs up on the table, crutch and all, and pulls out an oliphant tusk horn and blows into it, commanding the attention of the room.
“Welcome!” Dan does his best to shout, which still requires the musicians in the corner to settle down, as Dan’s voice can hardly rise above speaking level. “I’ll make this brief, since I’m certain that y’all have plenty of fun to be had and folks to meet without me yammering. Some of us have just got here by the skin of our teeth a few days ago. Some of us been here a while, twisting ourselves into knots over the horrors of war and destruction. All of us deserve a chance to breathe.
“Before we all get too excited, I want everyone to take a moment to consider how kind it is of the people of Rivendell to lend us this space tonight, and to remind folks to take care of it while having fun. I’ll be helping with cleanup in the morning, so do me a favor and make it easy on me.” Dan gestures to his injured leg, playing up the woeful wounded doe look. “And look to your right, look to your left – your wish for tonight is that the folks next to you have as nice a time tonight as you do.”
He raises a goblet of wine, then takes a deep drink. “Alright, as you were! I want this roof raised by sunrise!”
I. Time to Lick Shots
One of Dan’s many go-to professions when he needs to make some quick cash is bartending, and as he spent yesterday familiarizing himself (perhaps too much) with the different offerings in Rivendell – elven wine and cider, dwarf beer and brandy, Gondorian ale, arak from Agrabah – he feels confident combining and serving to anyone who wants something more complex than a straight pint. It also gives him a chance to sit down and take some weight off his injured leg.
“What’ll it be?” Dan grins at any person who approaches his work station, if they catch him at his rotation after he brings a beer down to Crowley. “The arak’s got a high enough proof to rip the roof of your mouth off, just so you know.”
The bar is long and busy, and people can sit and chat with the people next to them, buy each other drinks, make stupid dares, and anything else that comes to mind.
II. Can’t Read My, Can’t Read My, No You Can’t Read My Poker Face
One of Dan’s other favorite go-to professions in the real world is dealing cards, and getting to know the different sorts of decks and games in this world has been a nice way to pass the time while he’s been off his feet. For the sake of simplicity, he’s restricted his actual dealing to poker and blackjack, as he knows some members of the squad may appreciate the familiarity, but he’s learned and is on his way to mastering everything else put in front of him.
“Want me to deal you in?” he asks to anyone who sits at his table, satisfied that every table in the room is hopping with lively, convivial games. “We can make it strip poker, if you want.”
Come join him, or join any of the many tables throwing down spice packets as their stakes in games of poker, Egyptian Rat Screw, mahjong, gin and more, and feel free to enjoy some of the pipeweed and hashish being passed around.
III. Get Rich Hittin’ the Pole
It’s not a stripper party until the stripper gets a pole, and Dan’s arranged for a tentpole to be set up in the room for people to swing on and play at. For the first part of the night, it’s just a curiosity – people take a single swing on it, or come and poke at it as if they’re afraid it’ll fall over.
But once the liquor gets flowing…
IV. You and Me and These Empty Cups
In short time, the concept of “beer pong” is introduced to the people of Middle Earth, and soon after that someone’s procured a bunch of goblets and set them up to start playing as teams. At this point, several of the people who came to the party early are somewhat impaired, and people are frequently tapping out and dragging members of the squad in to replace them. You can’t let the team down, can you?
V. You Better Karaoke
Dan’s a fantastic piano player, which means he’s an extremely mediocre clavichord player. That does not, however, stop him from blowing the Gondorian horn again to announce that he’s about to play an absolutely wretched version of Fiona Apple’s “Criminal”, backed up by some of the musicians he coaxed into providing the entertainment tonight. His voice sounds like a garage door in need of WD-40, and there’s truly no way to make a clavichord sound gentle, even backed by elves at the harp and flute and a Gondorian playing some sort of bongo. If Dan weren’t so clearly enjoying himself and so clearly in on the joke, it would be annoying, but most of the people in the crowd find the lack of self-consciousness and shame to be freeing.
“Taking requests! I know most songs and I sound better playing than singing!” Dan announces. “So if you want to spare your ears, you better line on up and take the mic!”
VI. Let’s Get a Little Wet
There’s a natural pool of more still water near the steps adjacent to the room, and at some point, one of the elves picks up another and tosses him in, starting a rush into the water. People splash each other, swim around, kick off their boots, and peel off their nice clothes to enjoy themselves. Several people slide down the fountains, whooping.
Dan’s coordinated with one of the Gondorians to check and make sure no one’s jumping into the river with too much liquor in their system, and everyone gets a very stern talking-to about not polluting their hosts’ water, but other than that, bombs away.
VII. SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS!
“Who wants to see me shoot an apple off this guy’s head?” Dan shouts, at least, as close as his quiet, awful voice comes to shouting. A gaggle of elves and men have gathered around him, a combination of awed and nervous; one young man, clearly trying to prove something about his mettle to his fellows, has an apple precariously balanced on top of his head about thirty yards away. Dan’s got his longbow with an arrow nocked, and he pulls the drawstring, eyes narrowed as he fixes on the target.
“How much have you had?” someone in the crowd asks Dan, to which he yells back “six shots and two beers—I could build a house after six shots and two beers. This is perfectly safe. Count me down.”
“I’m not scared at all,” the guy with the apple says, but visible tenses as the crowd shouts down three, two, one. The arrow zips through the air and splits the apple. The crowd cheers and some money exchanges hands.
“Alright, what’s the money on me doing that left-handed?” Dan asks, taking another shot of arak and tossing another apple to a volunteer.
VIII. I’ve Had a Little Bit Too Much
Of course, sometimes a little bit of fun can turn into too much fun, and any party planner has prepared for the eventuality that people may need places to recuperate and lounge on couches, and in the spirit of community, some of the more sober folks are helping the too-drunk folks up to bed or somewhere they can clean up. Some people even are falling asleep on the couches on top of each other in warm piles like living laundry.
Prior to his own “getting too drunk to function”, Dan’s doing his rounds of helping people find a place to recline on the couch, coaxing them to drink water and, if necessary, helping them tie their hair back.
IX. Club Can’t Even Handle You (for the teens)
There’s no real way to keep the teenagers from finding out that there’s a big party going on without them, so Dan’s anticipated that there may need to be some bouncing. He’s enlisted some men from Gondor and some of the dwarves to keep youngsters out, and they go around making sure that anyone who looks too youthful has someone to vouch for them.
“You got ID?” Dan jokes to anyone getting dragged towards the door if he catches them, giving the bouncers encouragement to be gentle.
OTHER
Got some party ideas not covered in the top-levels above? Go wild!
What: It’s been a real long week and you know what Rivendell needs? A rager.
Where: Rivendell
When: The a few days into Rivendell.
Warnings: Content warnings for recreational alcohol and drug use, adults acting rowdy.
Note: I’d like to limit this log to characters who are adults, unless you’d like to do a thread of them being escorted away by a concerned grown-up (see the prompt for teens below).
Bonus note: This is supposed to be an open mingle post, but if you want Dan in particular, just let me know in your comment or somewhere OOCly!
Dan, as a guest in Rivendell, checks in with their hosts first and gets their blessing to have a "little soirée" in the Hall of Fire, adjacent to the water. Rather than going on the network, where he might leave some of the teens feeling excluded, Dan makes the effort to go to each other adult in the squad and several adults staying in Rivendell and invite them personally. He frames it as a night for people to relax with some drink, games, music, and cultural exchange, and most of all, a night of no judgments so long as everyone’s having a good time. And then he gets hustling.
When the sun goes down, the party starts. Dan’s been furiously busy networking, begging favors, scrapping together materials and coordinating, all in preparation for a moment of pressure release for the squad that he hopes will lift spirits and pacify any troubled waters. He’s cobbled together a crew of musicians from various backgrounds, and they’ve been spending the morning rehearsing together for some energetic background music. The cooks have provided tasty, fatty snacks and several tuns of beer and wine of various quality. Dwarves, elves and men are milling around on foot or at tables where card games are being played for friendly stakes, and in spite of being hobbled by his injury, Dan’s flitting around greeting everybody, memorizing everyone’s names, and making sure that they’re comfortable as they leave the makeshift coat check.
Once there are enough people mingling and filtering in, Dan climbs up on the table, crutch and all, and pulls out an oliphant tusk horn and blows into it, commanding the attention of the room.
“Welcome!” Dan does his best to shout, which still requires the musicians in the corner to settle down, as Dan’s voice can hardly rise above speaking level. “I’ll make this brief, since I’m certain that y’all have plenty of fun to be had and folks to meet without me yammering. Some of us have just got here by the skin of our teeth a few days ago. Some of us been here a while, twisting ourselves into knots over the horrors of war and destruction. All of us deserve a chance to breathe.
“Before we all get too excited, I want everyone to take a moment to consider how kind it is of the people of Rivendell to lend us this space tonight, and to remind folks to take care of it while having fun. I’ll be helping with cleanup in the morning, so do me a favor and make it easy on me.” Dan gestures to his injured leg, playing up the woeful wounded doe look. “And look to your right, look to your left – your wish for tonight is that the folks next to you have as nice a time tonight as you do.”
He raises a goblet of wine, then takes a deep drink. “Alright, as you were! I want this roof raised by sunrise!”
I. Time to Lick Shots
One of Dan’s many go-to professions when he needs to make some quick cash is bartending, and as he spent yesterday familiarizing himself (perhaps too much) with the different offerings in Rivendell – elven wine and cider, dwarf beer and brandy, Gondorian ale, arak from Agrabah – he feels confident combining and serving to anyone who wants something more complex than a straight pint. It also gives him a chance to sit down and take some weight off his injured leg.
“What’ll it be?” Dan grins at any person who approaches his work station, if they catch him at his rotation after he brings a beer down to Crowley. “The arak’s got a high enough proof to rip the roof of your mouth off, just so you know.”
The bar is long and busy, and people can sit and chat with the people next to them, buy each other drinks, make stupid dares, and anything else that comes to mind.
II. Can’t Read My, Can’t Read My, No You Can’t Read My Poker Face
One of Dan’s other favorite go-to professions in the real world is dealing cards, and getting to know the different sorts of decks and games in this world has been a nice way to pass the time while he’s been off his feet. For the sake of simplicity, he’s restricted his actual dealing to poker and blackjack, as he knows some members of the squad may appreciate the familiarity, but he’s learned and is on his way to mastering everything else put in front of him.
“Want me to deal you in?” he asks to anyone who sits at his table, satisfied that every table in the room is hopping with lively, convivial games. “We can make it strip poker, if you want.”
Come join him, or join any of the many tables throwing down spice packets as their stakes in games of poker, Egyptian Rat Screw, mahjong, gin and more, and feel free to enjoy some of the pipeweed and hashish being passed around.
III. Get Rich Hittin’ the Pole
It’s not a stripper party until the stripper gets a pole, and Dan’s arranged for a tentpole to be set up in the room for people to swing on and play at. For the first part of the night, it’s just a curiosity – people take a single swing on it, or come and poke at it as if they’re afraid it’ll fall over.
But once the liquor gets flowing…
IV. You and Me and These Empty Cups
In short time, the concept of “beer pong” is introduced to the people of Middle Earth, and soon after that someone’s procured a bunch of goblets and set them up to start playing as teams. At this point, several of the people who came to the party early are somewhat impaired, and people are frequently tapping out and dragging members of the squad in to replace them. You can’t let the team down, can you?
V. You Better Karaoke
Dan’s a fantastic piano player, which means he’s an extremely mediocre clavichord player. That does not, however, stop him from blowing the Gondorian horn again to announce that he’s about to play an absolutely wretched version of Fiona Apple’s “Criminal”, backed up by some of the musicians he coaxed into providing the entertainment tonight. His voice sounds like a garage door in need of WD-40, and there’s truly no way to make a clavichord sound gentle, even backed by elves at the harp and flute and a Gondorian playing some sort of bongo. If Dan weren’t so clearly enjoying himself and so clearly in on the joke, it would be annoying, but most of the people in the crowd find the lack of self-consciousness and shame to be freeing.
“Taking requests! I know most songs and I sound better playing than singing!” Dan announces. “So if you want to spare your ears, you better line on up and take the mic!”
VI. Let’s Get a Little Wet
There’s a natural pool of more still water near the steps adjacent to the room, and at some point, one of the elves picks up another and tosses him in, starting a rush into the water. People splash each other, swim around, kick off their boots, and peel off their nice clothes to enjoy themselves. Several people slide down the fountains, whooping.
Dan’s coordinated with one of the Gondorians to check and make sure no one’s jumping into the river with too much liquor in their system, and everyone gets a very stern talking-to about not polluting their hosts’ water, but other than that, bombs away.
VII. SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS!
“Who wants to see me shoot an apple off this guy’s head?” Dan shouts, at least, as close as his quiet, awful voice comes to shouting. A gaggle of elves and men have gathered around him, a combination of awed and nervous; one young man, clearly trying to prove something about his mettle to his fellows, has an apple precariously balanced on top of his head about thirty yards away. Dan’s got his longbow with an arrow nocked, and he pulls the drawstring, eyes narrowed as he fixes on the target.
“How much have you had?” someone in the crowd asks Dan, to which he yells back “six shots and two beers—I could build a house after six shots and two beers. This is perfectly safe. Count me down.”
“I’m not scared at all,” the guy with the apple says, but visible tenses as the crowd shouts down three, two, one. The arrow zips through the air and splits the apple. The crowd cheers and some money exchanges hands.
“Alright, what’s the money on me doing that left-handed?” Dan asks, taking another shot of arak and tossing another apple to a volunteer.
VIII. I’ve Had a Little Bit Too Much
Of course, sometimes a little bit of fun can turn into too much fun, and any party planner has prepared for the eventuality that people may need places to recuperate and lounge on couches, and in the spirit of community, some of the more sober folks are helping the too-drunk folks up to bed or somewhere they can clean up. Some people even are falling asleep on the couches on top of each other in warm piles like living laundry.
Prior to his own “getting too drunk to function”, Dan’s doing his rounds of helping people find a place to recline on the couch, coaxing them to drink water and, if necessary, helping them tie their hair back.
IX. Club Can’t Even Handle You (for the teens)
There’s no real way to keep the teenagers from finding out that there’s a big party going on without them, so Dan’s anticipated that there may need to be some bouncing. He’s enlisted some men from Gondor and some of the dwarves to keep youngsters out, and they go around making sure that anyone who looks too youthful has someone to vouch for them.
“You got ID?” Dan jokes to anyone getting dragged towards the door if he catches them, giving the bouncers encouragement to be gentle.
OTHER
Got some party ideas not covered in the top-levels above? Go wild!
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There wasn't much liquor back in the realm. What little they found was the hard stuff, used for antiseptic or a pain killer in a pinch. Trying to use it for the latter had been an unfortunate time to find out it no longer agreed with him.
But maybe he could still do the lighter stuff. Beer didn't sound too bad, and it would be nice to get buzzed. To just not think so much for a little while. He should at least still be able to do that in his own dreams. And what better company to do that with then with a friendly dream muppet.
Taking the offered beer, he gave it a light swirl in the glass, looking into it like he was silently asking it not to bite him, then took a cautious sip. And...it wasn't bad. Way better then the stuff from a can. The flavor did a decent job of covering the snap of the alcohol, and it warmed his throat in a way he hadn't realized he'd missed.
It's not until he's relaxed into the feeling a bit that something hits him.
"Wait, a-are these free?" It's a party. Maybe they were? Were drinks at parties free? He'd never exactly been to many parties, or any really. "I'm not just mooching off of you, am I?"
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Surely they're free! This is a party, the party host is the one who handles the costs of everything! He knows that, his own funds have been depleted so many times by hosting parties. Dan, as the one who came up with this rager, will be the one to handle costs!
But...what if...instead the whole fellowship here will have to collectively pay the costs? What if, the next day, the elves of Rivendell come to demand the payment of the tons of booze everyone consumed? As far as he knows, their funds are...nil.
........
If Filbo were sober he'd say that perhaps they shouldn't drink anymore. But right now, with a good couple dozen glasses of varied booze consumed and wanting to encourage others to have a good time tonight, instead he says, deciding he'll handle things later if he's wrong:
"It's free! No worries!" as it to remark that, he downs once another drink. "No mooching involved! Besides, even if they weren't free I wouldn't mind paying. I mean, this may be the last fun night for a while. We dunno what's ahead, so...may as well enjoy tonight to the fullest, you know?"
Filbo is lucky he's right about all this being free, thanks to the generosity of the elves. If it wasn't for that he'd be getting in trouble.
"By the way, welcome! You...you're new, right? I think I haven't seen you around before!"
...right...? He wonders that. He's very used to everybody around him having so many distinctive physical features, so many it'd be hard for somebody to go unnoticed. In comparison, humans seem so...limited on that regard. At least he's trying his hardest to not make blunders.
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That's ominous, right? The part about not knowing what's ahead, in particular. That's not just his paranoia, that sounds bad.
Why do even his dreams have to be ominous? Can't something just be pleasant?
Swallowing down the beer in his mouth it suddenly doesn't sit as well in his stomach and the taste leaves more of the bitter end of the alcohol on his tongue. Nervously drumming the glass with his fingers as he grips it between his hands, he opens his mouth to ask into that, but thinks better of it when he's asked if he's new. Instead clinging to that topic.
It's just a dream, right? Why entertain the ominous bits? Just gonna act like he didn't hear that. Even if it was glaringly obvious by the look on his face, that he definitely had.
"Uh, yeah, I guess I am." Forcing another nervous smile he holds out a hand to shake. "I'm Dwight. And you are?"
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"H-Hey, it'll be fine, I promise! It's not a big deal! All you have to worry about tonight is that tomorrow you'll wake up with a hangover. Just be glad you're not 30% head like me! Headaches are nasty for me, hyahahaha!"
As if to punctuate that he gives a friendly pat to Dwight's back. All the drinks have made an already talkative fellow even more talkative than usual, and made it harder to chain thoughts without sounding silly.
"I'm Filbo! Currently in charge of...I dunno, digging the crap pits while on the road? I just do whatever needs to be done in the camp. I like to help out, that's all. So, welcome to the group, Dwight!"
Well, at least until Dan has recovered enough. It's an unpleasant duty and Filbo absolutely hates it, but he pretty much hurried to take that in his own paws while Dan was injured. By the time they get moving again Dan probably will be back to that, he assumes.
"If you ever need anything feel free to come to me -- or to anyone, really. Turns out this is a friendly bunch"