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]

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.

[rosswood]

Uh...huh. [Nnnnot sure he's following here. There's a good chance he wouldn't be able to follow if he were sober, either. He was never big on math or any of that quantum time shit.

There's also a good chance that, if he weren't already on the verge of dropping into a snooze, he'd be treating this conversation with way more wariness. But right now? These benches sure are comfy.]

How, um. So how d'you know him if he was somewhere else? I mean. [He frowns at the ceiling. His head hurts.] You said he was your, uh, your brother? Were y'separated at birth or somethin'?

[punful]

[He literally cannot explain quantum physics when he's this drunk. He waves a hand vaguely.]

nah, it's like, different versions of people, you...y...yanno? like uh. like the four balls thing you said. ugh, it's. i'm too drunk f-for this haha. but like, what if there are multiple cliffs. in my world, everyone lives. my bro lived. the papyrus who's here though, he...

[He shakes his head and closes his eyes. He doesn't want to talk about it anymore.]

nah, i'm done.

[rosswood]

You, uh. [He squints at the skeleton skeptically. This sounds...genuinely intriguing, and his brain is straining to grasp at the straws Sans is offering, but he can't -

He just can't -

Goddamnit. He leans back again, and his head hits the bench with a thump.]

Take a raincheck on the explanation of whatever the hell you're, y'know. But y'owe me that. 'Kay? We're not - we're not done.

[All he has to do is trust that he'll remember that through the hangover.]

Just. Later. Okay.

[punful]

whatever you want buddy.

[zzzzzzz]

[rosswood]

[Alex tries to hold the idea in his head, but all of it's slipping.

It doesn't do shit. In the next minute he's followed suit and dropped into a doze.]