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villagelogs2020-10-31 10:35 pm
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011 » moonshine mingle [open]
characters: Everyone is invited
location: Hirano residence
date/time: Day 11 after sunset
content: Moonshine Mingle!
warnings: TBC
Well, they say good things take time. Can't exactly hurry along the process of making homebrew, anyway. Of course, most of them are still very much focused on why they are here, how they got here, what they are supposed to do, and all the other pressing questions that have arisen since their untimely arrival. But what started out as a mere joke of a suggestion arising from idle banter turned very quickly into a four day mission that has finally come to fruition. Three days is as fast as they can go, but. Yesterday had other plans, it seems, for a fair number of them.
So it's the fourth day when the hastily scrawled notes on pieces of paper taken from the Town Hall stack go up in various places, around the Boarding House, the Grey Gull, the Library, the Town Hall. If one happened to have not seen any of those makeshift flyers, word of mouth about the informal social gathering should have spread far and wide enough to reach everyone. Either way, it's happening, at Hirano's house after sunset. Moonshine has been promised.
The front porch, living room, dining room, kitchen, and the bathroom is accessible to everyone. The house isn't decorated for any sort of occasion, and the night starts out with the TV off and no music - mostly because the boys who have found themselves becoming impromptu hosts are kind of preoccupied. But perhaps one or a few of the guests can get something started fairly early on? Some finger food like club sandwiches and baked savoury pastries are also available, but the main attraction is the moonshine and that will be freely passed around. Having not had time to age, nor a barrel to be aged in, it is clear in colour, like water, but the gasoline-like smell is unmistakably strong. There was no real quality control to the process to speak of, so some might end up with 40 proof alcohol while others might go as high as 70. No one can promise it's safe to drink but it seems like no one's dropped dead (yet?) from sampling the goods.
Towards the end of the night, bottles of moonshine will be available for the taking, though it would probably be polite to take only one and leave some for the others. And while the bedrooms are mostly off-limits, if anyone is too intoxicated to go home later on in the evening, they may just unfortunately be stuck slumming it with the two tall, dark and mysterious cowboy-looking fellows for the night. Oh, the horror.
location: Hirano residence
date/time: Day 11 after sunset
content: Moonshine Mingle!
warnings: TBC
Well, they say good things take time. Can't exactly hurry along the process of making homebrew, anyway. Of course, most of them are still very much focused on why they are here, how they got here, what they are supposed to do, and all the other pressing questions that have arisen since their untimely arrival. But what started out as a mere joke of a suggestion arising from idle banter turned very quickly into a four day mission that has finally come to fruition. Three days is as fast as they can go, but. Yesterday had other plans, it seems, for a fair number of them.
So it's the fourth day when the hastily scrawled notes on pieces of paper taken from the Town Hall stack go up in various places, around the Boarding House, the Grey Gull, the Library, the Town Hall. If one happened to have not seen any of those makeshift flyers, word of mouth about the informal social gathering should have spread far and wide enough to reach everyone. Either way, it's happening, at Hirano's house after sunset. Moonshine has been promised.
The front porch, living room, dining room, kitchen, and the bathroom is accessible to everyone. The house isn't decorated for any sort of occasion, and the night starts out with the TV off and no music - mostly because the boys who have found themselves becoming impromptu hosts are kind of preoccupied. But perhaps one or a few of the guests can get something started fairly early on? Some finger food like club sandwiches and baked savoury pastries are also available, but the main attraction is the moonshine and that will be freely passed around. Having not had time to age, nor a barrel to be aged in, it is clear in colour, like water, but the gasoline-like smell is unmistakably strong. There was no real quality control to the process to speak of, so some might end up with 40 proof alcohol while others might go as high as 70. No one can promise it's safe to drink but it seems like no one's dropped dead (yet?) from sampling the goods.
Towards the end of the night, bottles of moonshine will be available for the taking, though it would probably be polite to take only one and leave some for the others. And while the bedrooms are mostly off-limits, if anyone is too intoxicated to go home later on in the evening, they may just unfortunately be stuck slumming it with the two tall, dark and mysterious cowboy-looking fellows for the night. Oh, the horror.
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The moonshine isn't helping clear his vision or his senses either. But at least it is something he can make sense of and goes down fairly easily.
"There was a time when all I ever wanted to do was leave." Straightening up again, Doc rubs his hand down the length of his thigh, cracking a small, slightly defeated smile as he turns his head to look over at Five. "I suppose you don't ever have to feel like things are always happening at the wrong time. You could just... go."
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He never considered the possibility that he'd find himself in a place that was intent of proving that time wasn't real. That it didn't matter. That he wasn't getting out any time soon, and to add to that, there'd be a graveyard filled with engravings he knew.
"Wish it was that simple," a dry snort at that as he gives Doc a pointed look, with lips thinned in, dare we say, a dimpled smile back. It's small, and tired and sad and doesn't at all inspire any feelings of warmth, dropped before it can cramp his cheek for the second its there.
A sip from his won glass. It burns all the way down. "There's limits. I spent a long time learning that." He reclines further into the sofa. Nothing like a few decades alone to suffer your mistakes. "Case and point? I look like a thirteen year old boy, and am going through puberty. Twice."
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"There are things you cannot fix then, I presume." Which is a shame. It is said that time will heal all wounds, after all, but. Would have been nice to be able to simply unmake some of those wounds though.
"Maybe you should refrain from doing that unless it is necessary." The whole- vanishing and reappearing thing. It churns the stomach with how it feels like being turned inside out. Maybe Five is pushing those limits he had best leave alone, for now.
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Or it wouldn't be, perhaps, in the hands of somebody else. He shrugs, even if his disappointment is tinged with bitterness, and he raises a hand to emphasize the room around them. The place around them. "Evidently not."
Doc's advice is greeted with a look of surprise. As though Five have never considered easing up, or listening to the new limitations. Even now, there's clouded challenge in his eyes, and he shoots Doc a crooked smile. "Necessity is subjective." Meaning likely, he'll keep at it. Plainly, it sucks. But it still got them out of near certain death. It was useful, and more importantly, it was plain old habit.
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"Alright. I just don't want you eating dirt in the middle of nowhere after another one of those fun rides with no one looking out for you," he says as gently as he can manage, hopefully without sounding too patronising. He is also hoping that is as bad as it gets.