knightsoflegend | party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

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party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

WHO || Erryone
WHAT || the wedding of Finnick Odair and Myrilandel de Tanos
WHERE || Andres Beach & Palace
WHEN || oct 23rd
HOW || actionapsm

Between the various members of the wedding party, everything comes together just in time for the big event. Within a few weeks' time, the day has finally arrived. Whether they've met or spoken to the bride and groom, the entire isle of Andres is invited to this event. Cool colors are prominent throughout the ceremony set up on the Andres coast. From the bridesmaids dresses to the flower arrangements to the beautiful blue sky and sea, it's a very calming atmosphere.

Once the ceremony is finished, everyone is invited to the reception, held at the Andres palace. There's food, drink, and music. Tables are available, but with such an open guest list, there's no assigned seating- other than the main table up front where the wedding party and their guests will sit last supper style.

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[The next shot tries desperately to crawl back out of her throat (fort 14), causing her to press a hand to her mouth and force it back down with a great deal of effort.]

Hang on...

[She just... needs a minute here.]

Time and tide waits for no man. [ he just takes the next one, all too cavalier. a fort save of 18 is... low for him. lmao ]

[She might have a witty quip for him at another time, some quote to toss back in response. As it stands, she's doing her best to breathe evenly as she picks up another full shot and sizes it up like a foe to be bested.

Sadly, she's not going to win this battle.

She manages to get the liquid down, but is very soon overcome with that familiar feeling of sweeping nausea. Knowing the signs and that it would be entirely inappropriate to sit here at the party and let the rest of the inevitable events unfold, Helen is quick to move, doing her best to hurry out of the reception area and... puking in a nearby plant or something in the palace hall.

So classy.]

[ dean watches her head off with a look of entertained triumph, and then he makes the mistake of continuing to drink down the line as she vanishes out of the room... until abruptly he lifts a fist to his mouth, suppressing his own sudden wave of intense oh-shit-itude.

yeah, guess what, he's puking right on the floor. with a hilariously timed crit fail.

no one saw that. ]

[Except somebody totally did; (Spot 33), Rose managing to dodge getting vomit all over her shoes with a handy Reflex Save of 28.]

Oh my god....

[She just.

Has.

No words.]

Well now I know why Helen just ran off... [Remember when Helen told Rose she'd never have to choose between the two of them?!

LIES.]

I - [When did she become the responsible one?!] Can you walk?

[ dean recovers remarkably quickly (fort 31), feeling near-instant relief just from expelling all that shit from his system tbh. he swipes a napkin off his table to wipe his mouth, waving a hand to dismiss rose's concern. ] I'm fine. Promise.

[Blink. Blink.]

Awesome... [In the way that it's not.] Then, maybe you can use... a dozen of those to clean this up before Myri sees while I go make sure Helen's okay because if you're blowing chunks... [Then Rose is pretty sure Helen might be like, dying somewhere cause she's seen how Dean can drink okay.]

I'll - [Make a Nat 20 Will Save at just the right moment.

Shaking her head.] Be back...

You, uh, you do that. I'll hold down the fort...

[Look she was coming okay Helen but somebody had to bear witness to Dean hurling all over the floor. A+ GF tbh.

Even with no ranks in search, Rose manages to find Helen easily enough (17) and she even has the good sense to grab a bottle of water on the way through (Wis 21) and yet... not enough to keep the look from her face as she dry reaches in sympathy. (WS Crit Fail - Fort Save 27 at least to not sympathy hurl as well.)]

I - brought you some water?

[Gripping the edge of a potted plant, Helen can be found on her knees in the hall, sparing a pathetic glance up at Rose before her stomach clenches again and she hurries to turn back to the soil. (Fort 9...)

She's not...having s great time over here.]

[And we can all thank god for Rose's epic fort save modifier, the brunette looking a little greener as Helen continues to give the plant alcohol poisoning but still managing to hold it together (FS 17).

With a sympathetic grimace, she moves forward to literally hold Helen's hair back while she pukes, setting the bottle down on the ground as she crouches beside her.]

I figured if Dean wasn't doing so well... [Maybe talking about him puking won't help. (Wis 17).] ... Well there's a reason I don't drink with him. [Or, try to keep up anyway.]

[Breathing hard, Helen leans her forearm against the edge of the potted plant and rests her forehead against her arm.]

Bloody hell...

[Regret. So much regret.]

I doubt this night could get much worse.

[When it seems Helen might be done with round two of hurling, Rose runs a hand down her back, not sure if she's really helping any but trying to all the same.]

I don't know. You could be trying to drunkenly seduce Wynn? [Apparently Rose is here to plant hilarious images of the 'it can always be worse' scenario.]

I think making an arse of myself by kissing one man is enough for one night, thank you.

[Which... may not make sense given the context.]

You drunk made out with somebody?! [It's that weird moment when Rose is as impressed as she is not sure if she wants to imagine her maternal figure having a sex life.

...]

Was he hot?! [Say it with me now; ROSE!]

It's hardly the point, seeing as he isn't interested. [But since she's still heavily intoxicated and emotional?]

Yes. He is. Very much so.

What do you mean he's not interested?! [Doesn't want to imagine Helen as a sexual being and yet... thinks that men everywhere should want her - go figure.]

Well he's an idiot. [Rubbing her back.] Even if he's a hot idiot.

[Feeling a bit better (or at least not like she's going to hurl again), Helen sits back on her heels and gives Rose a weary smile.]

Yes, well- I think he's the last of my worries. I've made quite a mess of myself here.

[Rose offers Helen a weak, half smile as she picks up the bottle of water and offers it to her.]

No worse than the mess Dean just made in there. At least you found a pot plant. Last I saw him, he was using napkins to clean up his disaster before Myri saw. [That sure was a Crit Fail on her Wisdom Check. Sorry BF.]

[She looks only a little smug before her stomach twists to remind her that she's still worse off than he was.]

I'm fairly certain that challenging your squire to a drinking contest is frowned upon. Just a guess though.

If it helps? He probably respects you more not less for it?

[Know: Dean Winchester Nat 20. Not even joking.]

I'm not entirely sure about that. But thank you. [She lets out a heavy sigh.] You should enjoy the party, dear. I'll just... go clean myself up and tuck in for the night.

You sure? You don't need a hand getting to bed or anything? [Or walking... in a straight line, is what she's really asking.]

Rose, I've been drunk many times in my life, I can assure you. [She starts to get to her feet, wobbling a little.]

And did you have the bruises the next morning to go with it? [Not moving in to help her just yet but still, there, just in case.]

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