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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Who: Ceodore, Freyjadour, and OPEN to Castmates (particularly parents or nagging figures)
What: Post-drinking aftermath
When: Today, right after this (which isn't quite done, but getting there)
Where: Through the village proper.
Summary: The prince pair decided to test out the waters for the first time of drinking with the buddies and got quite sloshed. They'll be weaving through the village trying to get home while singing bawdy tavern songs. Loudly. And off key.
Rating: PG-13 for booze? And raunchy song lyrics.
Notes: Anyone who wants to gripe in their journals tomorrow about the two drunks singing at night and getting sleep disrupted or how bad it sounded or whatever? Go for it.


It seemed like such a good idea. Frey was bothered; Ceodore was brooding about Selphie's mallynapping. Not really too much cheer between the two of them, which was unusual given their typical good natures. In fact, their amiability was one of those personality aspects they shared that made the pair of princes get along so well. Besides, they were old enough. Men now. Old enough to fight in wars and old enough to go drinking with a friend. Not a thing wrong with it.

Only for Ceodore's part, the only drinking he'd engaged in before was the social variety expected with court festivities or wine at dinner. Not that he would ever admit that, not even to Frey. In fact, when he traveled, he couldn't get the tavernmaster to do anything but laugh and offer him milk. That Frey didn't need to know about either. It was a first, but no big deal. They'd have a few, and laugh and forget about their worlds getting turned upside down for a while. Couldn't ask for a better plan. Except their tolerance for more than a couple wasn't nearly high enough.

Walking got a lot harder to do, but Ceodore was convinced he was perfectly upright and absolutely fine, even though he had an arm hooked around Frey's neck in a partial headlock, weaving through the village. They'd started talking about girls. Pretty girls. Then there was that one pretty girl in the song he'd heard. What girl? Well then the song had to be sung, only Ceodore was certainly no bard and hadn't the capability to carry a tune in a bucket while sober, much less while smashed. Then again, Frey was no better a vocalist, so who cared. The words were not all that clear, but what came out was pretty risque: talking about a pretty barmaid that everyone lusted after but no one could have. As the verses moved down the imaginary lass's body, the lyrics got more vulgar and raunchy, and sadly for anyone in earshot... louder.

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DID SOMEBODY SAY NAGGING FIGURES?

[praygenius.livejournal.com]

By the time they passed the house where the twins lived, the song had become both very vulgar and very loud. Porom wasn't fond of either of these things at the best of times. She certainly didn't approve of them while they were keeping her from sleeping. She was practically furious when she looked out of the window and realized that she knew one of the singers.

And so a minute or so later, a very disapproving white mage stormed out of the house, walking up behind the two princes. It wasn't particularly difficult to catch up with them when they were stumbling around like that.

"Ceodore Harvey." She said, announcing her presence in her very best and well practised 'now you are in big trouble' voice.

I am so sorry, but she looks like her twin and has hypno-boobs to boot.

[falenandawn]

Frey blinks as he hears a voice from behind him and turns around in a rather sloppy manner, nearly causing the pair to stumble as he does so. A big grin shows up on his face, though, at the sight of Porom.

“Wowwwww. Yous….look juuuust like Jeane! Same pretty and… and pink and eveeerything.” He vaguely wondered if she was related…….That kind of family could probably take out an army on looks alone, never mind rune magic.

But… how would Jeane know Ceodore?

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Ceodore goes crashing sideways into his buddy when Frey suddenly turns around. His own grin mirrors the other princes and he nods amiably enough. "Porom's real pretty. They should write a song about her too." The rest of what was being said sinks in and he nudges Frey in the side. "So who's Jeane? You holdin' out on meeee?"

Clearly Porom's annoyance went right over Ceodore's drunk head.

[praygenius.livejournal.com]

"You are not" Porom began in a tone that communicated anything but thankfulness for the compliment. "behaving in a manner that is at all appropriate for the Prince of Baron."

She paused, deciding to address Frey as well. "Nor are either of you behaving in a manner that is at all appropriate for anyone."

[falenandawn]

"But I complimented you! Thatsss manners. 'An it wassssn't empty or nothing like at court." He's still smiling happily. He was raised good and proper, yes Ma'am.

Frey snickers at Ceodore's nudge and leans in to whisper to him, though the whole gesture is lost because he's speaking a bit too loudly for any secrecy. "Nahh. She's Magical. Hass a rune.... makes people stare at her. Kyle says ish good for the armies moral." Because obviously, Kyle is the authority on pretty woman.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, what he said," Ceodore chimed in agreement with Frey. Everyone knew court compliments meant nothing. Except the stuff lavished on Cecil and Rosa because they were amazing people. He nodded too, only that made him lose his balance and stumble to regain it. "'Sides I don't want to be a prince. Too many expecatatashuns. Frey can have it. His mom's a queen." Oh yeah, that's a brilliant idea. He'll just hand off the throne to someone else and be off the hook.

"Did they write a song about her, Frey?"

[praygenius.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, then. It doesn't make it any more appropriate to be singing such vulgar songs at this hour. Or at any other hour." She still didn't sound particularly grateful for the compliment.

"You are prince, Ceodore, whether you want to be or not. If you want to discuss avoiding your responsibilities then you can discuss it once you're sober."

She paused at the mention on Jeane, specifically at the mention of a song about her. "Even if they did write one you'll both be going home silent if either of you starts singing it."

[falenandawn]

"Heyyy. It wassh a fun song!" Because that's all that matters, right? though at Ceodore mention of passing off his responsibilties to Frey, he shakes his head and... stumbles forward, falling to the ground. Whoaaa... spinny.

"Can't. Not supposta. Princes aren't alllllooowedd to do anything. Not at home." A matter of fact nod.

He pouts at Porom's threat. But singing was fun! "Nah, they didn't...... We should make one!"

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

"They hafta where I'm from. You can just come home with me." A solid clap on the back to support the best bud who's not allowed to do anything because it all goes to the girls. "And you've got it all wrong, Porom. I'm perfectly okaaaaaaay." He waved a finger in the air to emphasize his point, or more just prove that he couldn't even hold his hand straight. "Feel just fine. But I don't want to talk about being prince."

[falenansun.livejournal.com]

Arshtat was starting to become worried when Freyjadour hadn't returned at a decent enough hour. True, this may seem like a safe enough place and the village was close by, but she was a mother and couldn't help but worry when her son was out late.

And hearing that rather loud song in what sounded like her son's voice was not helping matters.

She will be waiting in front of the door for the pair to arrive, because her son obviously needs to be scolded for this. It is one thing to drink, but a member of the royal family was expected to keep their head no matter what the circumstances when in public. If Frey wanted to go out drinking, he was going to need to learn limits. That is why children don't get more than a glass of wine at dinner and celebrations.

[falenandawn]

Frey at the moment was at the happy, fuzzy stage of drunk where everything only half made sense. As such, when he sees his mother waiting at the front door his first reaction is to stop. And stare.

And then he laughs happily, remembering this place…. Did the thing. With the dead people. And mother was here. Though he hadn’t the faintest idea why she looked so disappointed. Did he have something on his shirt….?

Oh! Oh! He never introduced her to Ceodore, right? That’s why. Bad manners.

“Motha…Motheh… Mom! This is Ceodoreee. My friend.” He’s smiling widely, rather proud of himself for figuring it out.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Ceodore was equally confused why Frey's mother looked so put out. Best he could figure, she was still angry about... something. What was it? Uh a name or a title or was it a couerl? The introduction clearly fixed everything. Mostly.

After taking about half a minute to process what Frey was saying to her, then he caught on. Introductions! Right, he could handle that. Did those formal things at home all the time. She didn't like informal stuff. So he executed his best formal bow, which resulted in him stumbling forward and missing crashing into Arshtat by a couple of inches. "Your Majesty, is a pleashure to meet you. This is Frey." Oh wait. Holding up one finger, he amended himself. "You already know that, doncha?"

[falenansun.livejournal.com]

Arshtat frowned at the pair's actions. "You two are in no condition to be outside." She is glaring at her son especially. "I know I taught you better than to behave like this."

And then with Ceodore's horrible bow and slurred speech she looked even more displeased than before, which is quite a feat. "I think the both of you need to come inside now before you make complete fools of yourselves."

[falenandawn]

Frey sobers a bit at his mother's disapproval. Even drunk, a son always knows to be careful when his mother is angry. "Ok mother..." And he'll be grabbing Ceodore and half stumbling in the house now, the other teen in tow.

He has the feeling he's going to get the lecture of his life.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Ceodore was completely lost as to why she was still angry or why Frey dragged him into the house. He hoped it involved maybe more pizza. Mmm, pizza.

"Hey, Frey? Why don't they have pizza at home?" Because knowing why the best food in the world was nowhere to be found other than Luceti was very important to learn about.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Oh, Ceodore. This was not the time to test Rydia's patience. She'd already had a very trying day, one that involved early-morning combat, cleaning up the aftermath, a lot of healing, and still feeling very sore by the end of it. To add to the injustice of it all, it seemed that Kain was dead to the world while she, just as exhausted, couldn't easily enter the same state.

And so Ceodore and Frey were met at the door of the house with a frowning, slightly swaying Rydia. She stared daggers at them, having no interest in a kinder approach. The required strength she really didn't have at the moment. "You have one second to shut up, or you'll both be toads until morning. You decide." And this was a threat that she would carry out with no hesitation. There was energy enough in her left for one more spell before she collapsed, and if they wanted it, they would get it.

[falenandawn]

Once they get within a close distance of the house, Frey stops walking when he sees Rydia glaring at them, shrinking back a bit. Wow, she was angry. Why was she so angry? And… falling downish? But she was also pretty. Very pretty. Like the lady in the song.

“Ry..Rydiaaaa’s pretty isn’t she Ceodoreee?” Maybe a compliment will make her happy?

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

"Hullo, Rydia!" Oh he knows that face, but he doesn't have any idea why Rydia's making it. Which doesn't stop Ceodore from laughing and nodding in agreement with his friend. "Yup. Very pretty. They should write a song about her too." Of course, why they're acting so ridiculous should be quite easy to tell from the scent of booze coming off both boys. About the fourth round it started sloshing out of mugs and spilling on its own. Pretty funny stuff, no one mentioned that liquids would do that.

*could not resist something totally random*

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

Kain was still half out of it- more or less sleepwalking- as he got out of bed. There was a frustrating, annoying sound somewhere and he wanted to make it stop. So he did what any sensible half-asleep person would do... he grabbed the first objects that came to hand and went to the window.

Once he opened it, he began to throw things down in an attempt to hit the two drunken boys. Down went his pillow, a few more random objects from on top of the nightstand... and finally a table lamp.

Then he proceeded to turn and go straight back to bed once more.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Rydia glanced up, started as she saw random objects come crashing down. She caught sight of Kain just as he turned away and sighed, realizing quickly what was happening. Of course he was sleepwalking, or he would have thrown something worse. Once he was finished, back to the boys.

When Rydia made such statements, she wasn't kidding around. Ceodore and Frey were about to learn that the hard way. She shook her head in annoyance, then concentrated. Have fun with Toad, boys.

[falenandawn]

Frey staggers back from the rain of objects, blinking owlishly at the piles of... stuff. Did Viki sneeze again...? "Viki...? noooo..." Who lived here again...? Ceodore... Rydia.... oh. him.

And glaring up at the window, Frey has decided they haven't been loud enough and proceeds to voice his exact sentiments of how he feels about a certain dragoon. Loudly. "Ash...ashho...JERK-!" This promptly morphs into a loud ribbit as the spell takes effect and the prince is suddenly a frog.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

What the-?! Junk raining from the sky? Luceti never seemed to let up... oh. Ceodore looked up to identify the source of the onslaught of household items, while staggering out of their way. The pillow hit him first, and one of the smaller items. The lamp missed. Barely. It was just Kain being an ass. Well that was nothing new.

"You're just jealous we know how to si- ribbit!" Without any chance to even attempt blocking the spell, Ceodore found himself reduced to amphibian size. He hated this spell. At least he could fix it for himself.

Once he was sober.

[melodiesoflute.livejournal.com]

"What is all the commotion about...?" The bard asked once he peeked out of his room. He watched silently as Kain returned to his, quickly walking towards the edge of the banister to see what was happening. "Rydia?" Edward paused once he saw the summoner. She looked quite livid with the two oddly placed little toads standing before her feet.

"Wait." Those aren't real toads! Amphibians don't like being away from water, and the lake was a mile or less away. Blinking his eyes owlishly, Edward remembered he heard the drunken carols of knaves outside. "Rydia, who was singing that god awful song?" He had to ask. It's his duty to frown upon tasteless music.

"Whoever it was, they should be ashamed of themselves."

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Rydia huffed and glared down at the drunk toads. "It was Frey and Ceodore...and they're staying that way until morning, so I can get some sleep." Yes, she sounded beyond crabby. Dealing with an attack on the Welcome Center and the aftermath and then being distracted when she was finally trying to get some rest would do that.

[falenandawn]

"Ribbi?" Awww, Rydia, the toad seems to be pouting rather pathetically at you. This is no fun! Frey is fuzzily wondering what happened, and wondering if he indeed drank way too much to be hallucinating something like this.

Well, he could probably get rid of whatever it was when he was sober, either if it went away like a good hallucination should or with a spell from his rune.

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

"Come now..." Cecil smiled sleepily from his doorway as he emerged, equally drawn by the commotion. "Frey and Ceodore weren't harming anyone. They were just two boys having a good time together. There's no need for them to be punished for acting as themselves."

And as long as none contradicted him, he would be making his way downstairs to rescue the frog-princes from the outdoors. Honestly. Mages.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

Rydia scowled. Normally the summoner would listen to Cecil, but right now she was too weary and sore and annoyed to care what he thought about her spell. "They were being extremely loud when I desperately needed sleep, and they weren't going to shut up otherwise. As far as I'm concerned, they can stay that way until I get some rest."

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

"If you absolutely must solve your problems with magic, then cast Sleep on yourself and be done with it." And normally Cecil would be kinder, but since Ceodore was the kind of timewarped-son that made Cecil so darn proud so very often, there was really no question of who would win Cecil's allegiance if they ever forced him to choose sides. Sorry, Rydia.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

"I just might." But Rydia doesn't turn the boys back into their normal selves, for now. Unless stopped, she huffs and turns around to head back up the stairs.

[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

At this juncture, Ceodore contributed his own brand of protest to being a Toad. Instead of drunken singing, now it was loud drunken croaking that could be interpreted any number of ways: Change me back now! or I'm really sorry! or even a botched attempt at casting Esuna on himself.

What it really was, was his griping that his father had called them boys. They were not boys! And more importantly, why should he be quiet when Rydia's trying to sleep given the type and volume of noise coming from her and Kain when the whole house was trying to sleep?

[falenandawn]

Frey also greatly protests the idea of being called a boy. Boys don't build armies. If he could fight in a war, he could certainly drink. He proudly states that too, but all that comes out is angry croaks.

He is also trying and failing to heal himself, as is seen by the fact one of those toads is now glowing blue... and nothing happens.