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 Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:55 pm
Second Sitting! Quote:  There is a sign nailed to a tree that says "The Wooden Stage Bar. I doubt that Bale will be too happy about that. You've decided to come to Milligan's annual Green Day Drink Down... you know why too, you want to win that epic bottle of Milligans Green Day Super Ale that you've all come to know and love. Maybe you want it so that you can drink it... maybe you want it so that you can trade it... who knows... all you know is that you really really really really want to win it. Milligan the hedgehog at the bar (which is made up of stacked crates) walks around all the makeshift tables that you are all sitting at. The whole place is open air, set up in the middle of the woods, and you can feel the cool breezes of spring running across your fur (scales?). Before you know it, Milligan himself comes around and places small shot glasses full of noxious green liquid in front of all of you. Some of the glasses are wood and tall, some are ceramic and round, some are strange bubbly glasses that are short and fat... really though, even with all that variation in shape and colour, it's the green liquid that catches your attention. This... This green goop is not the Super Ale you're trying to win. No, this is fondly referred to by all StoneCrestians as "Pure Leaf"... and it'll punch you in the face, loosen your teeth, and leave you feeling like you've been chewed up and spit out by a Wild boar with gingivitis... but *wheezegaspdie* it's GOOD STUFF! You stare at it for a second... and before you get a chance to think about it, Milligan reaches up and rings a bronze bell as big as your head. "ROUND ONE! DRINK TILL YOU DROP" he calls out in his husky voice. You know how this works. ------- Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: 1 or 2 - You pass out. Game over. 3 or 4 - It goes down HARSH! 5 - 15 - It could have been worse, bring on round two... 15 - 20 - What ale? Why's everyone gasping?
Dice respectively: Nolan, Fluffikins, Hudson, Toki, Burrik
Rolled: 3, 4, 1, 11, 20))
Nolan was a later-comer to the festivities, but, really it was not his fault. The rumors and stories of Mulligan's Green Day festivities had somehow eluded him during his travels--else he most certainly would have made an attempt to attend them in an earlier season. As it was, he barely caught the tail-end of this season's celebration, arriving on the advice from a passing shrewmarm just in time to catch the final round. One paw resting protectively on his staff, he lifted the other to accept a glass of some goopy green liquid from a passing hedgehog even as he slid in to sit beside a rather gloomy looking desert lizard.
((TO BE CONTINUED!?!?!?...because Moo is grading lab reports e_e ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:57 pm
Second Sitting! Quote: Time for ROUND TWO!!Milligan, the hedgehog at the bar, (which is made up of stacked crates) walks around all the makeshift tables that you are all sitting at, and places a another round of small shot glasses full of noxious green liquid in front of all of you. You noticed that at least one other creature in the contest has passed out, and you think you might have this in the bag. You're even more glad it isn't you when Milligan walks up to the little mouse and stuffs a small cork in between his teeth to keep his mouth open and keep him breathing while he's passed out. You stare at your 'drink' for a second... and again, before you get a chance to think about it, Milligan arrives back up at the bar and rings a bronze bell as big as your head. "ROUND TWO! DRINK TILL YOU DROP" he calls out in his husky voice. You know how this works. ------- Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 -5) - You pass out. Game over. (7 - 8 ) - It goes down HARSH! You're starting to feel... woozy... (9 - 13) It could have been worse, maybe some round three? (14 - 18 ) - I can do this... I got this handled (18 - 20) - Seriously? Am I drinking the same thing as that mouse was?
((Goodnight, Hudson D:
Dice order: Nolan, Charles, Toki, Burrik
Rolled: 9, 3, 18, 10))
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:58 pm
Second Sitting! Quote: Time for ROUND THREE!!Milligan, the hedgehog at the bar, (which is made up of stacked crates) walks around all the makeshift tables that you are all sitting at, and places a another round of small shot glasses full of noxious green liquid in front of all of you. You noticed that this time, several other creatures in the contest have passed out. You take a moment to wonder why Milligan huffs and puffs around the tables stuffing corks in between their teeth, but you imagine that it's to make sure the unconscious animals all have a good breathing passage while they're passed out... and hey! These corks are usually from a good wine bottle, and can be collector's items. You stare at your 'drink' for a second... and again, before you get a chance to think about it, Milligan arrives back up at the bar and rings a bronze bell as big as your head. "ROUND THREE! DRINK TILL YOU DROP" he calls out in his husky voice. You know how this works. ------- Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 - 8 ) - You pass out. Game over. (9 - 10 ) - It goes down HARSH! You'sh Shtarting to get... smmm... haaassss... Wassa word? (11 - 14) How can this be worse? ... No more... no more please... okay, one more... (15 - 18 ) - This... that.... I can't.... Yeah... Hey, you're hot suddenly! Wanna... ??? (19 - 20) - I'm A SUPER HERO DRINKER! Seriously! Where's that thrift store stand? I need some underwear to wear outside my pants here.
Rolling: Nolan, Toki, Burrik
Rolled: 10, 4, 6))
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:02 pm
Second Sitting! Quote: Time for ROUND FOUR!!Milligan, the hedgehog at the bar, (which is made up of stacked crates) walks around all the makeshift tables that you are all sitting at, and places a another round of small shot glasses full of noxious green liquid in front of all of you. You noticed that this time, several other creatures in the contest have passed out. You don't even bother keeping count this time, as Milligan huffs around the tables and stuffs corks into teeth... there's quite a few creatures out this time. You stare at your 'drink' for a second... You realize you're too muddy in the head to think when Milligan arrives back up at the bar and rings a bronze bell as big as your head. "ROUND FOUR! DRINK TILL YOU DROP" he calls out in his husky voice. You know how this works. ------- Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 - 10 ) - You pass out. Game over. (11 -13 ) - Pleash... no *hic* more. I cansht take it anymores. (14 - 17) *Hic* hey there... *hic* perrty lady birdie boyo me pal. (18 - 19 ) What? I'm sorry.... I'm getttin shhhhleepy. (20) - Dun dun da daahhhh duh duht du da daaa! I hear singing... what do you mean get off the bar? You talking to me? I'm not on the... how'd I get on the bar?
Rolled: 19))
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:11 pm
Second Sitting! Quote: Time for ROUND FIVE!!Milligan, the hedgehog at the bar, (which is made up of stacked crates) walks around all the makeshift tables that you are all sitting at, and places a another round of small shot glasses full of noxious green liquid in front of all of you. Everyone is passed out except for 2 hedgehogs, a Bird of Prey, and a Teeny Tiny Mouse boy who seems to be not only pulling his own weight, but also the weight of a few badgers too! You stare at your... wait... where are you again? *DING DING DING* "ROUND FIVE! DRINK TILL YOU DROP" ------- Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 - 15 ) - You pass out. Game over. (15- 19 ) - "I have... no... idea... what ish goin on. Ish that a cat? ( 20 ) "HOW CAN I BE STRIPPING WHEN I'M NOT WEARING ANY CLOTHES... HUH? TELL ME THAT!"
Rolled: 5))
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:18 pm
Third Sitting! Quote: THIS VERSION OF THE EVENT IS ROLL YOUR OWNYou've decided to come to Milligan's annual Green Day Drink Down... you know why too, you want to win that epic bottle of Milligans Green Day Super Ale that you've all come to know and love. Maybe you want it so that you can drink it... maybe you want it so that you can trade it... who knows... all you know is that you really really really really want to win it. Milligan the hedgehog at the bar (which is made up of stacked crates) walks around all the makeshift tables that you are all sitting at. The whole place is open air, set up in the middle of the woods, and you can feel the cool breezes of spring running across your fur (scales?). Before you know it, Milligan himself comes around and places small shot glasses full of noxious green liquid in front of all of you. Some of the glasses are wood and tall, some are ceramic and round, some are strange bubbly glasses that are short and fat... really though, even with all that variation in shape and colour, it's the green liquid that catches your attention. This... This green goop is not the Super Ale you're trying to win. No, this is fondly referred to by all StoneCrestians as "Pure Leaf"... and it'll punch you in the face, loosen your teeth, and leave you feeling like you've been chewed up and spit out by a Wild boar with gingivitis... but *wheezegaspdie* it's GOOD STUFF! You stare at it for a second... and before you get a chance to think about it, Milligan reaches up and rings a bronze bell as big as your head. "ROUND'S UP! DRINK TILL YOU DROP" he calls out in his husky voice. You know how this works. ------- Round One:: Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: 1 or 2 - You pass out. Game over. 3 or 4 - It goes down HARSH! 5 - 15 - It could have been worse, bring on round two... 15 - 20 - What ale? Why's everyone gasping? ------ ------- Round Two:: Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 -5) - You pass out. Game over. (7 - 8 ) - It goes down HARSH! You're starting to feel... woozy... (9 - 13) It could have been worse, maybe some round three? (14 - 18 ) - I can do this... I got this handled (18 - 20) - Seriously? Am I drinking the same thing as that mouse was? ------ ------ Round Three:: Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 - 8 ) - You pass out. Game over. (9 - 10 ) - It goes down HARSH! You'sh Shtarting to get... smmm... haaassss... Wassa word? (11 - 14) How can this be worse? ... No more... no more please... okay, one more... (15 - 18 ) - This... that.... I can't.... Yeah... Hey, you're hot suddenly! Wanna... ??? (19 - 20) - I'm A SUPER HERO DRINKER! Seriously! Where's that thrift store stand? I need some underwear to wear outside my pants here. ------ ------ Round Four:: Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 - 10 ) - You pass out. Game over. (11 -13 ) - Pleash... no *hic* more. I cansht take it anymores. (14 - 17) *Hic* hey there... *hic* perrty lady birdie boyo me pal. (18 - 19 ) What? I'm sorry.... I'm getttin shhhhleepy. (20) - Dun dun da daahhhh duh duht du da daaa! I hear singing... what do you mean get off the bar? You talking to me? I'm not on the... how'd I get on the bar? ------ ------ Round Five:: Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1 - 15 ) - You pass out. Game over. (16- 19 ) - "I have... no... idea... what ish goin on. Ish that a cat? ( 20 ) "HOW CAN I BE STRIPPING WHEN I'M NOT WEARING ANY CLOTHES... HUH? TELL ME THAT!" ------ ------ Round Six:: Roll a d-20.Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1- 18 ) - You pass out. Game over. ( 19 ) - I haves no ideahs what ish happens. ( 20 ) - Doan menshun food, doan mehshem drink, doan menshuns anyshing. ------ ------ Round Seven:: Roll a d-20. Then go back and edit your post according to this ladder:: (1-19) - You pass out. Game over. (20) - I deserveshess, a mehdal. A MEDAHLS FOR BRAVEISHES! *you pass out*
Rolled: 19, 3, 19, 17, 13))
((Round two: Toki, Burrik, Nolan, Charles, Hudson
Rolled: 11, 8, 10, 3, 1 cool )
((Round three: Toki, Burrik, Nolan, Hudson
Rolled: 17, 12, 6, 13))
((Round four: Toki, Burrik, Hudson
Rolled: 5, 10, 8
Annnnd they're all down! But that's a new record for Hudson xD))
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:05 pm
With everything that Roland had been through lately, he had decided to visit Mossflower for a little while to relax. Oddly enough, as he was walking around, he saw that the area where he had gotten his new clothing now had a sign that said "The Wooden Stage Bar". When he looked around, he saw quite a few critters laying about with either bottles of alcohol or corks set near them. Looking down, he noticed one at his feet and, after looking around to see if it belonged to anyone near by, he picked it up curiously. As he looked at it, he noticed something was written on it. "Number eight," he said out loud, "Wonder what that means."
((Sorry it's kind of short.))Miss a drinking contest? Never! Why, little Burrik was the reigning champion across Mossflower (in the eyes of the two young mice). He had to maintain his title! Toki and Burrik had managed the round fairly well--meaning they hadn't been unconscious for very long before reviving to drunkenly count the spoils of the competition.
"Thas....snevendy-five," Toki announced with a hiccup as she topped off a small pyramid of corks with a #3. Burrik beamed blearily up at the young mousemaid from where he sat with one arm propped triumphantly on his bottle of ale. She had such a gift for numbers. "Or twenny-five wi' tha one tha lizzrd dropped," she slurred, somehow managing to use the correct number. "Scha think we shoo'... do.. wi'm..?" The mousemaid's voice wavered, head drooping with each word.
Burrik to the rescue! It took the little mouse several seconds to realize his friend was dozing off against, and, eyes narrowed with concentration, he reached forward, missed her completely the first time, then managed to give her shoulder a little shove. "Norrag'aslep, Toke..." Burrik was never the most eloquent of tiny mice. Drunk, well...that communication ability deteriorated significantly. "Gonnag'ra cooorks!" What a good word! But the sentence was not over. "...snatched," he mumbled, puzzling the word as if he wasn't entirely sure why he had said it. Roland had been looking around for someone who might know what the corks are for when he noticed the two young mice stacking corks. They had so many of them, they had to have some idea what they were for, didn't they? He took a few hops toward them before stopping to put the cork in his beak, deciding it was uncomfortable to hop with it in his talon. He took it out after hopping the rest of the way over to the two so that he could talk to them. "Hello," he said to them as he looked at Toki's pyramid of corks, wondering just how many there were. "Did you win all of those?" he asked, it not taking long for him to figure out that there had been some sort of drinking contest there. That was what a bar was for, right? And why else would they have so many corks? He looked away from the mouse's tower of corks and back to his lone cork that he held in his talon, remembering then what he wanted to ask and looking to the older of the two mice as he said, "Do you know what they're for?"It took both mice several seconds to register that they were being addressed, and both finally turned almost simultaneously to stare at the little bird. Seconds passed, both staring open-mouthed at the bright little creature, and finally Toki began to giggle. As her laughter escalated and she began to hiccup, Toki toppled over backward, laying outstretched on the ground.
Burrik, on the other hand, welcomed the bird with a broad grin. "H'lo," he mumbled, waving a forepaw as rapidly as he could without completely disorienting himself...which wasn't very fast. "Yah, s'won...lots. Me'nTokes ah good'a'drinks." He suddenly seemed to notice the cork the bird hand, and pointed a wavering paw towards it. "S'a good'n, tho-wuh." With continued exaggerated gestures, and apparently totally oblivious to the still-giggling mousemaid, he matter-of-factly explained, "Corks're...f'tradin. Be'er corksess, be'er....stuff!Roland watched Toki begin to laugh and then hiccup, wincing slightly when she fell from her chair because of it. He turned his attention to the smaller mouse, who seemed to be perhaps a little less intoxicated, though he was fairly difficult to understand. He was able to make out from his slurred speech that they had indeed won the corks and they had done it by drinking, though that part was fairly obvious. He looked back down at the cork in his talon when the mouse pointed an unsteady paw towards it. He could only make out the word 'good'. Was the cork he found good?
He glanced at the mousemaid for a moment, looking slightly amused at the fact that she was still giggling. He knew it was probably just the alcohol, but he wondered if she thought something he had said was funny.
His attention was brought back to the boy mouse when he spoke again, explaining that the corks were for trading and that better corks meant better stuff. He then looked to the pile of corks that they had and thought, But more corks would mean more stuff, feeling perhaps a little jealous. He looked back to the mouse as he lifted his cork for a moment, having to set his foot back down to keep his balance, and said, "And this one is good?" He thought for a moment and then suggested, "How about we trade? This one cork for some of yours." Surely they didn't need so many. And surely two okay corks would be better than one good one, right? It made sense to him.The trade was not unreasonable to Burrik, especially in his intoxicated state. He had yet to master the art of numbers, but he recognized the double-loopy symbol on Roland's as 'lots'. Normally he would have deferred to Toki, who did know basic math when she was sober, but in her current state she would have been utterly useless to them. Still, he saw no real reason not to make the trade...
But it was a very big responsibility! It would mean fewer corks for them, which would disrupt their pyramid a bit. Burrik frowned down at his little pile, then up to Roland's squiggley cork, then back to the pile. Well, he did have a few corks that had the same squiggles...Maybe he could give away a couple of those for the new double-loopy cork. With achingly slow, careful movements, the young mouse sorted through his pile and finally selected two corks. The markings on them were sort of similar...but maybe Roland wouldn't mind. With a #2 cork in one paw, and a #5 in the other, Burrik held out the offerings towards the bird for inspection. "Tradeja these f'dubble-squig?"Roland waited patiently for the mouse to decide, watching as he looked over his pile and soon grabbed a number two cork and a number five cork. It took a moment, but the bird added the two in his head to find that they only added up to seven. He frowned slightly at first, but then he heard he boy mouse's slurred words. His frown was replaced by a slightly confused look as he thought, Double what? He looked back down at his cork and at the number eight that was written on it. Oh. He can't read numbers, yet, he thought as he looked back at the two corks he was holding out. For all that little mouse knew, the two corks he was holding could have added up to more than eight. It was pure luck, it seemed, that they were just one short.
After a moment of thought, the brightly colored bird convinced himself that he was okay with this trade, that he could make those two corks work well for him, perhaps even better than if he kept the eight. He was a very capable little bird, after all. He gave a nod and said, "Deal," before taking the two corks in his beak and holding out the one in his talon. Once the mouse took the number eight cork, Roland gave a nod, since his mouth was full, and started hopping away. He was really starting to wish he had a bag of some sort.The trade was agreed upon, and Burrik passed over the two corks. He really wasn't sure who had come out ahead. He did know that one cork was certainly easier to carry than two, especially considering his own inebriated state and the small pile of trophies he and Toki had amassed. Between the two of them, they should be able to cart these corks around without dropping them... if she ever stopped laughing.
The young mouse frowned blearily over at his friend, then carefully restacked the accumulated corks. Poor Toki, couldn't hold her liquor. Once she recovered, they'd figure out what to do next.
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