[Quest RP] Drunkard's Account

[Logan07]

AMA's, now this?
Thanks, Bitann ~

There was a time long ago, before your eyes were opened. Before you took on the name, "Lucian." You regret those many days and nights. Quite identical, they all were. But you can remember almost every detail, no matter how slight. You still ponder and lament today...

You're incredibly drunk. Sober enough to see and think. So... Not unconscious, you assume. The hazy scene before you seems to be a small rundown room. Thin strands of moonlight beam through holes in the ceiling onto the wall. The room is unkempt, with rubbish strewn about the floor. You're tired, but not enough to want to rest in your pile of itchy blankets just yet, it seems. You slouch in the creaky chair you found in the... Where'd I find this?, you would wonder if you weren't so stupidly drunk. Instead, you seem rather entranced by the moonlight shining on a patch of scratched paint. You, as always, have a bottle dangling in your right hand. It's just about empty. On the table beside your chair is a few empty bottles, like the one you're holding; green and labelled with words of no significance to you. Except for "rum," of course. A small mirror lies under a plate of what seems to be the remnants of some kind of meat. And beside that, an envelope you have yet to open.

> Search rubbish on the floor.
> Lie down in the itchy blankets.
> Use mirror.
> Approach moonlit wall.
> Finish off meat remnants.
> Read envelope.
> Other

 

[Kamaoe]

>Read that envelope as best as your drunk self can.

 

[Lily_]

(Now the bandwagon's continue!)

 

[Logan07]

>Read that envelope as best as your drunk self can.

You snap out of your trance and look to the envelope. You don't remember putting that there...
Regardless, you lean over and grab it, then slouching into your chair again.
No matter how many times you look it over, you can't seem to find any words on the sealed envelope. You discard it to the dusty wooden floor and swing the bottle to your lips again.

> Try to remember how envelopes work.
> Drink some more.
> Finish unfinished meal.
> Look around room.
> Pick up mirror.
> Other.

 

[Luam]

> Try to remember how envelopes work

 

[Logan07]

> Try to remember how envelopes work

After a long moment of... Absolute silence, you sit up again in thought and drowsily mumble as you search for the envelope.
"Whuh's.. How'sa..."
You can still think, as stated before. Not well, but you can!
You lean down and sit up again, now with a proud grin. "Envl... Ennnvuhh..."
You fumble with the envelope, scratching its surface and gnawing its corners.
Eventually, you simply tear the whole thing, as well as its contents, in half.
Now look at what you've done...
You unfold a small half of the parchment, and manage to make out the large torn heading...
-CE OF EVICTION.
You squint, trying to focus on the smaller words.
And give up, letting the pieces of the letter flutter to the floor.
It's fine! You're pretty sure you've already gotten a copy of whatever it is about a week beforehand. No need to read it again.

With another swig, you have finally emptied the bottle.

> Search rubbish scattered about the room.
> Look in mirror.
> Approach moonlit wall.
> Finish food.
> Throw bottle!
> Other.

 

[JoeJoe]

>Hold up a mirror.

 

[Bitann]

> search rubbish scattered around the room

 

[Firegirl]

> Throw bottle!

 

[Logan07]

> Throw bottle!

With a loud yell, you throw the bottle
It shatters on the wall and drops in a collecting pile of other shattered bottles.
You really like doing that.

>Hold up a mirror.

You pick up the mirror. It's got a crack down the middle, but you can indeed see yourself.
Such luscious, flowing black hair! And what beautiful green eyes... Oh, and that wondrous golden robe!
You're quite the opposite of that, indeed!
Your greasy black hair runs down your ragged cloth jacket, tickling your pale, scrawny chest.
You do love the lifeless, piercing gaze of your green eyes, though.
Makes you look scary! Kind of...

> search rubbish scattered around the room

Your scary eyes look about the room. There's a lot of rubbish here...
Shattered glass in one corner, your bed in one... And a whole lot of junk in between.
There's a small shiny thing that looks particularly interesting! You can't make out what it is due to the moonlight's glare...
In the other direction is a vaguely interesting, vague shape under an abandoned blanket.
You uncover that shape, and find a whole bunch of bottles! Sweet!
Upon further inspection...
They're all empty.

You hear a faint noise of movement... Somewhere in the room...

> Throw more bottles.
> Investigate movement.
> Check out shiny thing.
> Obsess over your beautiful self.
> Eat shattered glass.
> Other.

 

[Bitann]

>Investigate movement

 

[Firegirl]

> Investigate movement.

 

[Logan07]

>Investigate movement

> Investigate movement.

You manage to direct your attention to the noise... Where is it?
Ah, there it is. On the floor, there.
It looks to be a skinny black and gray cat, pushing aside some junk as it stretches.
"G-uh..." You have it's name, right on the tip of your tongue... "B-uh... Ahh..."
You know for sure, you've had this ratty old cat for years now...
What is it's name?!

> That's it! It's ____!
(Someone, name the cat!)

 

[JoeJoe]

>That's it! It's Jasper!

 

[Logan07]

>That's it! It's Jasper!

"Jazz.. Jzpuh... Uh..."
You giggle and lean down to seize the cat in a hug.
Jasper, is what it was! Say it, now: Jasper!
"Jurhzper.~"
Good enough.
The cat squirms in your arms.
You hold the cat close, no matter how much it doesn't like hugs.
You now return to your other affairs, but with an old, grumpy cat.

> Throw more bottles.
> Check out shiny thing.
> Obsess over your beautiful self.
> Eat shattered glass.
> Other.

 

[Firegirl]

> Other, give the cat some much needed attention with some string so it can bat at it.

 

[JoeJoe]

> Other, give the cat some much needed attention with some string so it can bat at it.

 

[Colonelgames]

((disclaimer: This rp is secretly you as Fenric Varkious after too much liquor in one night.))

 

[Logan07]

> Other, give the cat some much needed attention with some string so it can bat at it.

You look around for string, or anything else the cat would like.
Left, right, up, down, and there's still no- Oh wait,
Yes, yes there is.
To Jasper, there is, anyway. He swings his paws at your dangling black locks.
You drunkenly giggle, dropping the hand mirror and scratching the cat's chin.

The cat is well entertained with your hair. There's still miscellaneous trash all over the floor.
The moonlight still shines upon the wall, dimly lighting the rest of the room.
And the night is still quiet.
The door to the room is cracked open, and the hall outside is dark.

> Rummage around some more.
> Peek out to the hall.
> Approach moonlit wall.
> Recall and get shiny thing.
> Eat something.
> Other.

 

[Firegirl]

> Peek out to the hall.