ST. PATRICK'S DAY PITY PARTY

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ST. PATRICK'S DAY PITY PARTY

Oh my god. You are so hungover. Or maybe your friend is hungover. Either way, everyone knows Gooseberry goes hard on St. Patrick's Day, and this year was no exception. It's tradition for everyone to drag themselves out to Coppertale to try and recover and look for some pity.

WHAT'S GOING ON

• This is a simple IC/OOC for all your hurt/comfort hangover needs.


• This is very freeform! Use the elsewhere header if you want to do a scene... well, elsewhere.


• If you come to hassle the poor drunks you'll be asked to leave! Haven't they suffered enough?

» Coppertale: The fire pit has been lit, there's coffee, water, and a nice simple breakfast. Vector passes through once, and clucks her tongue at the sick children. She doesn't bother to speak quietly if engaged, but she doesn't comment on the evidence of a party as long as no one looks bad enough to see Mufferaw. She doesn't linger long.

» The Lodge: Addy Foster-Hayes is reportedly brewing a hangover cure. There's also food available in the cafeteria, and plenty of big cushy chairs in the atrium.

» Elsewhere: Anything else goes here.

» QUESTIONS, COMMENTS & CONCERNS

Comments

Junior Ebonhide Boys (CUTTING IN LINE SORRY)

[ulixes]

Ulysses coughs again; this time Gatorade is not involved. "No one said anything about a competition," he complains, the tips of his ears going slightly pink. Good luck getting a declaration of his love in writing now, Carney. "Would've put more effort in."

Junior Ebonhide Boys (you're not sorry at all)

[iliya]

"Still good enough to make Casper do body shots after," Iliya observes. He's feeling more coherent with some food and drink in him, and he sits up when Cameron comes over to the chairs. "Congratulations."

Junior Ebonhide Boys

[casperkim]

Casper's response to Cameron's grin is a flat glare. He doesn't look embarrassed or flustered by the turn the conversation has taken, just annoyed...at least until Iliya mentions the body shots. For a moment he looks uncharacteristically awkward. Then he snorts sharply and looks away from them all so he can focus on the arduous task of unwrapping the biscuit his roommate brought back. "Fuck off," he mutters, shaking his head and trying to take control of the conversation back...even if he has to talk about something completely asinine to do it. "And why, exactly, do you want my opinion? I'm not going to be your reference."