Naviadna Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on the fleet or in the system
When: The month of June



Welcome to Naviadna! Enjoy the beautiful sights, amazing technology, and all the other wonderful things this system has to offer! Where will you go? What sort of shenanigans will you get up to? How are you dealing with the planet's insistent singing at you?

Have fun!

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Comments

[cajunspice]

[Remy had a pretty good limit to his drinking before, even more so since his powers had been let loose, but that was about how much he could take before getting drunk. Throwing up was something far different. High alcohol tolerance or not, there was still only so much room and so much types the stomach would put up with.]

Cher, 'm sure I can make ya throw up with only one or two drinks. Ever heard of a zombie brain shot? [Cheating, but he's sure he could. There were some really weird drinks out there.]

[goldenglasses]

Ew! Why would anyone want to drink something with a name like that!? [It sounds disgusting! Yet, he's still interested.] What's in it?

[cajunspice]

Can vary a bit, but be a lovely mix of peach schnapps, creme de menthe, Bailey's cream, 'nd bit of Grenadine, but can mix it up if ya want a different color profiles in it.

The whole thing behind it that the Bailey's ends up curdlin' thanks to the schnapps, so looks like ya got brain matter floatin' in ya drink. 'nd gotta be careful, some stomachs can't take it, 'specially if on an empty one or ya already been drinkin' other stuff.

[Remy then chuckles.] Honestly, whoever came up with it was mad, but it's a great challenge to throw at people. Got a bunch of other drinks that based on the same idea too.

[goldenglasses]

But why min--- oooh so it turns green. Like a zombie, right?

[cajunspice]

There ya go. Plus a bit of red for that extra gore level. [Then a moment of thought.] Then 'gain, can't say I think 've run 'nto zombies before, not even with all this mess goin' on 'nd all the stops. Which, ya know, ain't complainin' 'bout. It really ain't on m' list of things to go through.

[goldenglasses]

Kitty did. [Vash can't forget that night. How it had ended in a way he never would have thought it would have.] I know there are still a few people in the fleet who got stuck on that station with them. Maybe we should find a different new drink to offer.

[cajunspice]

[Oh yeah... that had actually been a thing at one point, hadn't it? Ehhhh...] Yeah, maybe a good idea. Then 'gain, 'm not too keen on servin' a drink that got a good chance to make people vomit. That's too much clean up. Only would suggest it if we're doin' 'nother crazy drink night like did 'while back now.

Let's put that one in the hard 'maybe' category, hein?

[goldenglasses]

And if it's a maybe we want we could always give it a different name. Like call it the Fleet's Vortex Hurler.

So long as you're always on call for vomit clean up. I'm not interested in doing that.