IO, SATURNALIA! | OPEN

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE
Where: THE BALLROOM
When: THREE WHOLE DAYS - 12/17-12/19
Rating: PG-13 (or higher depending how rowdy you guys get)
Summary: IO, SATURNALIA! The party has arrived and it is here to stay for 72 hours straight of good food, gambling, dancing, drinking, singing, and so on and so forth!
The Story:

A few days into Ewaymas, on December 15th, everyone will wake up to a scroll outside their door. This scroll is an invitation to a Saturnalia celebration in two days, and everyone is welcome! If asked for clothing for the party, the closets will provide synthesis – brightly colored Roman robes – for the occasion, but the dress code is mostly just colorful and fun, if you choose to abide by it.

Starting on the 17th there will be a lavish feast in the ballroom, and food and drink are never in short supply. Drunkenness is encouraged, but there will be non-alcoholic beverages as well. There will be tables set up for gambling and dice games, music from a wide variety of worlds (specifically to encourage loud singing along and dancing all night - some are holiday remixes but others aren't), and areas for dancing and playing other games. The decorations are all in a rainbow of bright colors like the synthesis, with suns hanging up and candles floating in the air. Laurels and pileus will be available at the party for everyone to wear on their heads.

It's the kind of party that will get increasingly louder and rowdier...and it literally won't end for three whole days. Those prone to gluttony, greed, or even just escapism will find themselves not wanting to leave the party at all. There's always something to do and you can always just pass out of the floor when you're tired, right? Right! No one knows how to party like the Romans did. At the end of the day on the 19th though, all of the decorations and food will vanish and the party will abruptly come to an end.

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Comments

[punful]

of course. i try not to, but sure.

[He's a talkative drunk, which tends to come back to bite him in the tailbone. In the meantime, though, he's gonna grab a glass of some kind of liquor off the table and drink it to prove his point.]

[rosswood]

Mmhm. [He raises his glass in a mock toast, swishing the contents around with the air of a challenge.] You wanna see who gets plastered quickest? But I'll warn ya, I'm from Alabama, so I've had practice.

[punful]

hmm.

[He shouldn't, but the party is making him feel a little reckless.]

sure, why not? i'm not too good at racing, though. too lazy for it.

[rosswood]

Does it really qualify as racing if you're not going anywhere? [Except maybe a one-way ticket to one hell of a hangover, but who's keeping track? Any incentive to have fun. Alex already has kind of a head start to boot, but he's bent on draining his glass dry and then filling it all up again. Parties are for indulging after all, right?] I mean, think about it.

[punful]

i'm not a fan of anything that requires speed, tibia honest.

[But he's committed to this, so he's gonna go ahead and grab a glass of something from the table and down it in one go.]

[Fortunately the party knows to convert real food to monster food, so it doesn't all just fall out of him and end up on the floor.]

[rosswood]

[Alex squints at him suspiciously.] Was that a pun. [He's not MAD about it. Honestly he's a little bit impressed. He's even more impressed to see the skeleton go chugging down the nearest drink like there's no tomorrow.

Drinking competition with a skeleton, let's do this.

Not to be outdone, Alex finishes his own drink - aaaaaand then he has to sit down. Oh. Wow. That was a little more alcoholic than he thought it'd be, even for someone of his admirable constitution. Can the room quit spinning, please?]

[punful]

[He sets down the empty glass, grinning.] course it was. what, you didn't like the pun-ch line?

[Sans goes for another drink once Alex finishes his, wobbling a little. He's already sort of regretting this whole thing but, oh well, he's committed now. Plus he knows his limits, and he's okay with losing this little competition.]

[rosswood]

[Alex knew his limits back when he was sober. Whoops. It doesn't help that he's pretty much chugging at this rate and is bound to pass out in the interim. The party don't stop, yo.]

Mmmnah, I can respect that. Wordplay. S'clever. [Fill 'er up again, that's the spirit. He's spacing this drink out as opposed to straight downing it.] Hey, um. Y'ever heard of the four balls theory?

[punful]

[Sans is taking it a bit slower, trying with varying effect to resist the pull of Saturnalia. He's just really not one for...revelry. Drinking, though, that he can get behind, but even then he always takes things slow.]

hmm... [He blinks rather blearily, sorting through any jokes and scientific theories that Alex might be referencing.]

nope, can't say that i have.

[rosswood]

Y'know, it's like. When an object enters the timestream, time's gotta correct itself, yeah? [He's digging up an odd little memory for this punchline, that's for sure. He was so proud of himself for referencing something so obviously high-brow and intellectual when he'd included it in his script for that old movie project but -

But that was a long time ago.]

So it's like - when there're four balls on the edge of a cliff and um, the first ball gets an exact copy of itself. Then th'first ball becomes the second one, and the second is the third, and so on, right?

[At this point he's lost track of why he thought telling this story was a good idea in the first place, since all his focus is now being wholly devoted to remembering how it ends.]

And the fourth ball - squeaky wheel - it falls off the edge. Time works like that. [He frowns, trying to remember. He had a point here.]

[punful]

[Sans pauses almost imperceptibly, his hand on another glass. Why is Alex talking about time? Does he know? Did he guess?]

[No. No, that's not it. It's normal, right? You come to Wonderland, see all these realities and timelines mashed together, it seems pretty normal to talk about time-related thought experiments. To want to muse about how spacetime really works.]

[He takes a drink.]

definitely haven't heard that one before. so in this metaphor, over the edge of the cliff means out of the timestream, yeah?

[He finishes the drink a bit too fast.]

pretty raw deal for the fourth ball.

[rosswood]

S'um, like, s'like a correcting a mistake. Something's gotta give. Can't have a copy of the same thing fuckin' things up, right?

[It's possible that Alex had a point in here somewhere, but he's pretty much lost track of it. All he can do is track the line of thought he already started and hope that at some point it ends up somewhere comprehensible.

At this point he's doing little more than regurgitating some of the lines from the masterful script he wrote back in college, but it's getting to be a strain to remember. He sips at his current drink a little more delicately, lost in that dangerous memory lane.]

I wrote that. Back at home. It was gonna be a movie.

[punful]

[He swirls the liquid in another glass, watching it blur and waver.]

makes sense, i guess. basic physics. two things can't occupy the same space, etc etc.

[Boy does he ever want to not talk about this, especially while drunk.]

spacetime is funny.

[He's very glad for the change of subject, because he knows he's going to say something he regrets if this keeps up.]

oh, huh, so you're a filmmaker?

[rosswood]

Oh yeah.

[The subject shift works, because Alex is too intoxicated to recognize a distraction tactic for what it is. Besides, he's not about to deny himself the opportunity to expound upon his various creative talents.]

Was aiming to finish this one project by college but, y'know, got all abducted before I could finish it. Shame. Was gonna be a real fresh take, y'know?

[punful]

we don't have too many of those where i'm from. filmmakers.

[The acoustics in the Underground are pretty crappy, plus there isn't much room. Can't get those neat helicopter shots.]

we get most of our movies from the surface. you know, you could probably fni...finish your movie here. get a camera and such from the closet.

[rosswood]

Surface. Like...underground? Dude, did you live under - [It takes him a minute to grasp the full meaning there, aaaand then Alex thumps his chest once with a closed fist to keep an air bubble in his throat from swelling into an obscenely loud belch - which it does regardless. Hope you don't have an acute sense of smell, Sans.]

Hm. Well, y'see, need a whole cast and crew and things. Script supers - supervisor, had one of those. Cameraman. Whole bit.

[He snorts into his glass.] Plus I'd need to direct like a whole...ten yard radius away or somethin'.

[punful]

yep. all monsters live underground.

[He snorts at that burp. Nice one. Just gonna down another drink, despite the fact that the world is kind of tilting.]

good point. can't get any of those from the closet, i guess. maybe there are other movie types here.

[rosswood]

[Oh, Alex is going to be horizontal very shortly. His constitution might be impressive, but he's just a human in the grand scheme of things.]

Maybe, yeah. Hard t'trust people with a - a vision, though. Y'know?

[He's seriously like two seconds from a cliché hic-hic reaction to the remaining contents of his glass. He contemplates it for a minute while his gaze drifts in and out of focus, and then he thinks, "fuck it" - famous last words - and downs the whole thing.]

This's a thing in your world then? Everyone lives underground?

[He considers.]

Sounds kinda shitty. Don't mind me saying.

[punful]

yeah, i can understand. [He sets the glass down, swaying a bit.] think i'm, uh...think i'm done. guess you win.

[He leans heavily against the table.]

nah, it's okay. you're right, it's ppppretty shitty. all us monsters are stuck there. have been for thousands of years.

[rosswood]

[Alex isn't faring much better. He kind of just...sinks into a horizontal position and only realizes belatedly that he's laid out flat on one of the benches that serve as table seating. Nice. No, really, this is good. This is cozy.]

Nf. We can call it a draw. I don't think I can top that. [He shuts his eyes, trying to fight down the vertiginous lurch in his gut.] You're lucky you don't have a liver.

[He cracks one eye open, curious despite himself.] Well that sucks. Guess that's why you don't get games and movies like we do, huh. [And he'd been wondering why that DK reference flew over Boneman's head.]

[punful]

heh. you sure got used t'the idea quickly.

[Or maybe it's just because they're drunk. Either way, Sans is much happier with people joking about what he is than being scared or anything.]

we get whatever comes down the rivers from up above.

[rosswood]

Mmm. So like, garbage and stuff? [That sounds...sad. And unfortunate. And boring. Alex contemplates that miserable existence distantly while he tries not to fall asleep on the spot.]

Jesus. Guess this place must've felt like a breath of fresh air.

[punful]

pretty much garbage, yeah. lots of garbage. it all collects in this one place. can find all...kindssa stuff there.

[He's sort of slipping down toward the floor now.] this place is okay. lotta upsides. my bro's alive. his timeline was, uh, one-ah the bad ones. ehhhh, never mind.

[Shouldn't say that. Shouldn't have said that. Ah, well. Too late now. Plus he's on the floor now.]

[rosswood]

Wh - uh, timelines? [Ohhhh but he's trying to sharpen up, because that phrasing just sent an unnerving tingle down his spine, but he's sadly also getting hit hard with the effects of intoxication. Namely, he's having a lot of trouble staying awake at this point.]

Whawasthat?

[punful]

[He pauses and manages not to come off like he's backpedaling.]

you know. timelines. realities. worlds. whutver people wanna call 'em. all from different ones, aren't we?

[He burps quietly and settles onto the floor, kind of leaning against the table leg.]

pap's...his was a bad one. glad he's here an' not there.