Action | Who needs a gosh dang drink??

[brooklyn_boy]

Who: Steve and everyone else who just needs to get drunk. One closed to existing CR
Broadcast: No
Action: The Iskaulit/Space Bar
When: Post Calibrations/Bombing the eff out of Marsiva


[OPEN]

Tony would probably be proud of Steve, if he were able to see him right now. He'd slap his back and welcome him back to the world of inebriation while ordering shots for everyone in the bar to commemorate the day. As it is, though, Tony isn't here and, without him, there's not a damn person who would feel proud in this entire bar. That's part of it's charm.

Steve sighs and swallows his fourth drink. It's strong and alien and somehow enough to give him a strong buzz but not enough to really get him drunk. Not yet, at least. But he's not a quitter, so bottom's up! He hisses a little at the burn of it and feels, not for the first time, like he was being a coward. He saw some stuff in those rooms, sure. But other people had it so much worse. Saw so much more. He should really be thankful, actually.

But he's not. And this is a 30's approved way of getting over trauma. There were worse ways of coping, he was sure. So for now he's just going to stay in his seat and keep ordering drinks until that elusive drunken state hits him once more.

Should only take another hour or three.


[CLOSED TO EXISTING CR]

No one could blame Steve for starting. He'd messaged his friends about fifteen minutes ago, telling them to meet him at the bar for some drinks. But just sitting here, waiting? It was done better with a drink in hand to look social, at least. And it's not like that one is going to be his last. No, after Calibrations he can imagine himself coming over here quite often. He can imagine all of them coming here quite often, in fact. But maybe tonight (today? Space was hard to judge) would help take some of the sting off. Or at least some of the awkwardness. 

But it wasn't as though they <i>chose</i> to share all of that. Loki, Steve is sure, would have preferred to keep his death to himself. And Thor? I am sure half of those memories were things he'd rather not have replayed over and over again. And <i>Hux</i>. God... That was just what Steve knew of. Who knew what other people had put his friends through? What they'd been through themselves? 

Steve preemptively orders another drink for whoever shows up first. Whoever it was, he's sure they won't say no. Not now. 

First round is on him.

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[sandywolf]

Well, first we hired a nanny for them... all of us in the pack are men, and most of us have never had to take care of children in any capacity, to be honest.

Once the other Alpha werewolf was defeated [He means killed], we could actually reunite two of the children with their families. They had just been convinced by that man's sermon that it was a necessary sacrifice. But one of them turned out to be an orphan, and my lord decided to adopt him. So he still lives with us. He's only about two years old at the moment.

And of course we told our neighbors that werewolves do not eat babies, or even people in general, and that if they wanted to give us anything, vegetables from their garden was just fine. We have been getting a lot of courgettes lately.

[brooklyn_boy]

Is the child here with you?

[Steve hasn't seen many children around. It's possible that they've been separated from him, here. The idea of that is painful for Steve to imagine so he can only guess what Lyall would feel.]

[sandywolf]

Thankfully not. I am already worried with some of our latest addition which are awfully young. I do not believe this place is suitable for an infant. The vessels themselves are a wholly unsuitable living environment for such a small child, and we entirely lack any of the facilities and help needed.

My Lord and I sleep during the day, which would make us entrust him to someone else during the day as well.

[brooklyn_boy]

That must be hard. A human baby would naturally have a different schedule than you two would be used to. Do you get to see him enough? Raise him?

[And the larger question...]

Are you going to make him a werewolf, some day?

[sandywolf]

Well... we don't see a lot of him, but we try to make time.

[The larger question is .... not actually that large where they are from.]

Only if he wants to. Becoming a werewolf is an entirely voluntary choice. There is such a high casualty rate from the change that anyone who undergoes it should be allowed to weigh the pros and cons and decide whether they want to attempt it. It is just not done to change people against their will. We are not barbarians.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve's eyes go wide.]

Wait. Changing into a werewolf can kill you? That's a steep price to pay.

[sandywolf]

Well, one could say it always kills you. Crossing the line from human to vampire or werewolf makes you, as it were, undead. But yes, only people with certain... attributes, which we call excess soul, have a chance of being turned successfully. And we do not really have a way of knowing who does and doesn't have excess soul. Those with artistic talents seem to be particularly favored, which is why a lot of our clavigers, the young men who serve the pack in hopes of being changed one day, are actors or dancers. One of my packmates was a renowned sculptor and was actually almost poached by a vampire hive before he was turned.

And because of this, actually dying during the change is quite frequent, and that is why people have to ask for it. No one is ever turned without their express consent. And of course the pack has to agree to it as well.

[brooklyn_boy]

I'm glad to hear that it is at least something that needs thought behind it. Still. The idea that you are undead is...new to me for werewolves. Vampires, sure. But werewolves always seemed normal except for the moon stuff.