Blackmoon Celebration

[travelagency]

Who: Misc
What: Blackmoon
When: M6 D14 (July 10th) - M6 D17 (July 13th)
Where: All around the resort and village
Notes & Warnings: Up to players to put in subjects

OOC: This is a log post for the celebration for general mingling during the celebration (log and network posts are also still very welcome). Just tag into a starter and ask questions if anything is unclear.

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[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie is in full evening dress, weaving down the street. When he spots Niko, his expression lights up and he shouts out loudly (and drunkenly). He doesn't know Niko just exited a brothel. The suggestive floral sign on the Petal and Stamen is completely lost to him. He thinks it's a gardening store, and, having little interest in plants, has never gone in.]

Nikkie! What ho, old chap! I didn't know you cared for gardening.

[vengeance_driven]

[He stares blankly at Bertie for a moment, as one is want to do when Bertie strolls up and opens his mouth and something miraculous spills out.]

Ah.

I was... a farmer? When I grew up? So... I think I told you that. Why is this a thing?

[what_ho_jeeves]

I saw you come out of yon flower shop [He gestures towards the brothel.] and thought to myself, "Self, Niko Bellic must be planting seeds, for he has come out of yon flower shop."

I say, the hotel doesn't give one much room for practicing the old green thumb, though. How are you managing it?

[vengeance_driven]

[This poor poor man. Niko, for the life of him, only has sympathy in his soul for a moment because he wishes that he had armor as impenetrable as Bertie's life bubble is.]

[But then that looks ebbs to one of exhausted acceptance.]

Bertie, I was indeed planting seeds as deep as I could get them, but if I end up with green thumbs I'm going to be very angry and complain to the management.

So what are you doing? How goes the festival for you?

[what_ho_jeeves]

It's absolutely corking! I don't understand the spiders, though. Every time I see a giant arachnid go by, I wonder if a giant shoe will be following in the near future. Jeeves does not approve of spiders, leastwise not spiders in the house, I suppose he would give leeway to those spiders in their natural habitat. I don't know what he would make of these eight-legged beasts of prodigious size.

[vengeance_driven]

That's because it's a party about beating the spiders, Bertie! When this place was new, the spiders were a big problem. But now they know how to deal with them. Is sort of a way to show they're on top of the situation now.

But I think I would like floats shaped like shoes, too. That's a good idea, Bertie. [It surprises him when Bertie manages one.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Jeeves would be proud of that one, what? [Bertie thinks that he is full of good ideas.]

We should make a giant shoe. Right now. A symbolic shoe to to protect ourselves from the symbolic spiders. [This is the whisky talking.]

[vengeance_driven]

I am sure he would be. But Bertie. You are very drunk and I do not have the supplies to make a giant shoe.

Do you need a ride home, man? If you're sober enough to hold on I could give you a lift. I'll not like it if you get sick on me, though, so tell me if I need to pull over.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Perhaps later, then.

[Later, he will have forgotten all about it. But for now Bertie brightens at the mention of a ride home. He likes vehicles.]

Jolly good of you to offer, Nikkie. I'm only a trifle sozzled, not all the way to the back gills, so I reckon I could grasp hold well enough.

Oh, I say, that filly coming out of the flower shop doesn't look dressed for gardening at all. [He peers around Niko at the door to the Petal and Stamen with a wrinkled nose.]

[vengeance_driven]

[He leans around Bertie to look. Nice. Though, when it comes to women, Niko is easy to please.]

Sometimes you just have to work with what you have, Bertie. [He pats the seat behind him.] Hop on and hold on around my waist.

[what_ho_jeeves]

The poor woman, unable to afford a full outfit of clothing. Perhaps I should inquire where she lives and send her a few crowns...er...emeralds.

[But that is a problem for later. Now, Bertie gets on the speeder like he's mounting a horse and wraps his arms around Niko's waist.]

[vengeance_driven]

If you do, do it anonymously so you don't get engaged again. But she probably likes to dress like that. Come on.

[He knows he can't be too crazy with the driving, but he still takes off a touch fast and takes the first corner sharply.]

Is there anywhere you want to stop before I take you home?

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie considers this for a moment.]

I rather fancy a game of darts.

[Playing darts while tipsy is practically a Drone's Club tradition. Somehow no one's lost an eye yet.]

Is there any place around to play darts?

[vengeance_driven]

Yes, I know a place.

[Though imagining Bertie at Pugsy's is both worrisome and hilarious. But it can't do too much harm if he's there to protect him.]

Sure, let's do that. But you should stick close to me, alright? These people that go there can get kind of rough. You don't want to go there unless you have a friend that knows it.

[At least Bertie shouldn't, anyway.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Right-o, Nikkie! I shall stick as close as treacle on fingers. Only not actually on your fingers as we will need those for darts.

[vengeance_driven]

That's okay, Bertie. I don't need to be that close to your fingers. [He pats an arm that's around his waist.] Just stay within earshot and we'll be fine.

[Though this means he's now headed in the opposite direction, taking a sharp turn that would make most people wince and heading back towards the slum part of town. Which is hilarious in the company of a man like Bertie. He's pretty sure he can keep him out of trouble. Or that he can deal with the trouble that Bertie starts.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie's eyes bug out at the abrupt turn and if he weren't clinging to Niko he probably would have put a hand over his mouth. As it is, he keeps his mouth firmly shut for a few seconds to make sure nothing untoward comes out. Once reassured, he speaks.]

I do believe I left my stomach back there. Oh well, I don't need it for darts, what?