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 Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 5:37 pm
 OOC: "Skydiving and jazzercise?" Gil scoffed. Well, Skydiving was possible, maybe. They could use levitate to get Gwen to a height and catch her again with levitate when she got down. Though that's assuming that they could waste that much magic. That sounded like a draining amount of magic, and once their magic was gone their lives would go soon after, right?
And it just so happened that there was only one thing on Gil's own bucket list. Do not do jazzercise. So unless Muna was planning to do that all on his lonesome, he'd be s**t out of luck on that. "Anything that won't ******** hurt? And I mean ******** hurt both in terms of physical injury and injury to our pride."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:03 pm
Mυиα Neנeм 「Yєαя 3」 Lυcιαηxxxxx╳ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ υɴ-cυrѕed
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⒈"Speak" ⒉Thoughts ⒊'ASL (Sign Language)' ⒋Paper pad
「jazzercise with blindfolds on floated out of the kitchen. 」
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:32 pm
 xx xx"Getting smashed," Gwen absently suggested. This book is sin. Gwen continued to read.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 6:38 pm
OOC: "One, no ******** way," Gil called into the kitchen. "It'd still be really ******** embarrassing and we're just adding the possibility of bumping in to s**t. Secondly," he turned to Gwen. "Smashed drunk or smashed as in literally? The first sounds almost nice right now. The second- well -it'd be a quicker death."
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 8:52 pm
Mυиα Neנeм 「Yєαя 3」 Lυcιαηxxxxx╳ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ υɴ-cυrѕed
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⒈"Speak" ⒉Thoughts ⒊'ASL (Sign Language)' ⒋Paper pad
「Having finished his preperations, Muna took off his apron and washed his hands. Then he reentered the dorm room, flumping onto a couch and readjusting his body so he could sprawl his legs against the sofa cushions. He wasn't really big on alcohol after the Incident first year, but...
thats a great idea
Maybe a drunk Gil would be more willing to his jazzercise suggestion. Gwen certainly wasn't rejecting it.」
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 3:01 pm
xxxx"Smashed drunk," Gwen replied, flicking a page in her book. The only outward sign of her disgust was the ever-so-slight narrowing of her eyes, as if Gwen was trying to block out the sin while still getting the plot. "Why would I want to get smashed literally. That'd be messy and you would have to clean up after me. I don't clean up after your s**t, I'm not expecting you to clean up after mine."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 3:08 pm
 ℛᴏᴡᴀɴ ℭᴇᴄɪʟ ℒᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅxxx♚xxxᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴄɪʟᴍᴀɴ·s sᴏɴ
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"There isn't even any alcohol on the grounds, you dumbasses," Rowan voiced from the other couch, probably using Potato as a seat cushion with his nose in the latest mystery novel he'd picked up from the library. "How are you gonna get smashed with no alcohol?"
Rowan wasn't unduly worried about the threat. His father was good at putting together loopholes and circumventing them with ease. He'd find one with this bullshit proposal.
Rowan glanced at Potato, if the aforementioned half-dwarf was there. If not, he simply stares at the wall for a moment. He has to.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 5:21 pm
 Poтαтo Kαrтoғғel ➢ Yeαr Two
(Cryѕтαl ➣ ((Eɴнαɴcer ➤ (((Lυcιαɴ--------------------------------
Snoring on the couch was Potato, who'd only caught snippets of the conversation going on around them. They felt like utter garbage. Whatever the hell had been in that bomb had done its damn job. Potato could feel the little magic they had seeping away. God, she hated being a halfbreed. The world loved to ******** over people like her.
A bucket list, huh. Potato ran over their mental checklist of stuff they wanted to do before they kicked the metaphorical bucket. Even with a future as uncertain as theirs, they'd thought of a few things that piqued their interest, but none of them could be done. One was kinda basic, being pretty much any enchanter's long-term goal. An Aeternum enchantment was way too far off to consider. The other was making a perfect crystal - they'd figured that they'd probably need an icewielder to pull that off because 0K was cold as hell - but they weren't even sure if that was even possible. Definitely not in their current state, depleted of magic. She wasn't even sure if she could cast.
Potato looked up at Rowan sitting on their stomach and wheezed. Her eyebrows arched as they shared a glance. Was there really no alcohol on campus? In her roaming of the various kitchens she'd never seen any. Eighteen was the drinking age in Wales, so some of the upperclassmen could get away without much legal grief, but she doubted that any intoxicants would be condoned on campus. As long as Lockwood didn't find out. Then, Rowan was kinda obligated to tell that sort of s**t to his dad. ******** hell.
They were a little curious, so they decided to play a round of 'Who's the Shadiest in the Room?' which had them shifting slightly to look around. Gil was loud and occasionally aggressive, but he was straightforward. Nope. Gwen was vague as hell - and had really, really shitty taste in fiction, Potato noted - but she was probably too disinterested. Nope. Once when her sleep schedule had ******** her over (as it loved to do) and she'd woken up at a ******** horrible hour of the night, she could have sworn she'd seen a long-haired silhouette cross the room. And honestly, he liked jazzercise. If there was anyone who knew about it, they guessed it was Muna.
Holy hell, they just hoped no one was disillusioned enough to leave campus and try to sneak back alcohol for this. They certainly weren't. It took a lot of practice to maintain this amount of contentment in a position with a small human on her stomach.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 5:27 pm
Mυиα Neנeм 「Yєαя 3」 Lυcιαηxxxxx╳ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ υɴ-cυrѕed
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⒈"Speak" ⒉Thoughts ⒊'ASL (Sign Language)' ⒋Paper pad
「Muna glanced at Rowan and Potato, noting their sudden participation in the conversation. Fun. The bigger the crowd, the more enjoyable the routines would be.
He actually laughed a little at Rowan's comment, moving a hand to his mouth. Underclassmen really were cute. rowan He signed in the air, clearly amused. do you think if anyone had alcohol they would really tell you about it
Then he paused, recalling Shanta and End's hiding spot for all the booze that the trio had confiscated from Marianne to stop her from becoming a degenerate. Last he remembered, Shanta had sent it all off to Ariadne sometime in the beginning of the year...but it wasn't impossible to consider that there was some left. there is btw He signed lazily. or at least there should be some left
Amber eyes trailed lazily over to Potato.
Muna winked.」
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 8:34 pm
OOC: The 'get drunk now because we may never reach the age of 18' party started to get larger. Well, he at least guessed that Rowan was participating now. It wasn't like he was going to directly say he wanted to get black out drunk being the good councilman's son he was. And Potato? Gil assumed they'd be in. Eat, drink, sleep seemed to be Potato's motto after all. "I hope there's enough to go around," Gil commented. "It'd suck to be the one sober person while we're all out of it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 5:53 pm
xxxxGwen reached the last page of her book, closed it, and stared at the ceiling for several long moments. Then she swung off the couch, walked up to Muna, and put the book in his hands. "Destroy this."
She glanced at the words hanging in the air, and squinted at the last ones. "I don't believe you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 6:01 pm
 ℛᴏᴡᴀɴ ℭᴇᴄɪʟ ℒᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅxxx♚xxxᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴄɪʟᴍᴀɴ·s sᴏɴ
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Rowan scowled at Gil. "I'm not participating," he said. "Getting shitfaced drunk doesn't sound like my idea of fun." Also his dad would literally kill him if he went near alcohol. Rowan assumed he was a lightweight, anyway, considering how small he was; if he got into vodka it wouldn't end well.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 10:04 am
Mυиα Neנeм 「Yєαя 3」 Lυcιαηxxxxx╳ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs﹕ υɴ-cυrѕed
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⒈"Speak" ⒉Thoughts ⒊'ASL (Sign Language)' ⒋Paper pad
「Muna took the book Gwen gave him without comment, shoving up his sleeve. His tattoo glowed orange, and Muna pressed the book against his arm unceremoniously. In an instant it was a shriveled black crisp.
well its a good thing that booze's existence doesn't rely on u believing me bc it is defs still there He replied, handing Gwen her book back. It had looked a little interesting, but Muna didn't like sitting down for long periods of time to do anything. Oh well.
that's ok rowan more for us He marked, giving a little nod of approval at the boy. Honestly it wasn't his, either, but you had to do what you had to do to get what you wanted. I would be like 'dont report us' but 1 you probably will & 2 we're gonna ******** die anyways who gives a s**t
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 11:01 am
 Poтαтo Kαrтoғғel ➢ Yeαr Two
(Cryѕтαl ➣ ((Eɴнαɴcer ➤ (((Lυcιαɴ--------------------------------
Potato jerked almost imperceptibly at Muna's wink and had the immediate intuition that they'd been right. Jesus. Well, they didn't have him pegged for bad taste either (besides dancing because who moved for fun, seriously) so they hoped whatever he knew about was good.
She snorted at Rowan's insistent refusal of alcohol. It might have been funny seeing how he acted when he got drunk, considering how he was when he got sleepy. He could be the designated driver on the highway to getting smashed. Although the highway was in pretty deep ******** traffic if all they were currently doing was talking about getting drunk and not actually doing it.
"Y'd all be th'sober ones," she drawled lazily in response to Gil. "I c'ld prob'ly drink't all by m'self."
Truth be told, the closest they'd come to drinking was sneaking a bottle when her cousin wasn't looking and coughing miserably at how hard it was going down. They had no idea of how much they could handle. No better time or place though, and now there probably wouldn't be.
"Point," she commented, because Muna did have a point. At least they could cross this off of their bucket list. "W'gunna ******** do this, 'r what?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 5:40 pm
OOC: "Well, I guess you don't need to get shitfaced drunk," Gil started towards Rowan. "When you've already got a s**t face!" He let out a strong but quickly deflating laugh. "That's the ******** height of my insults. You should be proud I used it on you, kid." He turned to Potato. "Do you really need to drink? You pass out enough as it is."
With a heave he lifted himself off the couch. "Lead the way, Mu-" Gil came to the realisation he'd never given Muna a nickname. At least not since 'dirty ******** liar' that was his go to for the other boy in first year. He was too cool with Muna now for that. Oh well. Better late than never. "Lead the way, Snowy." Not his best work.
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