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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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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.

Edited 2010-08-31 07:20 (UTC)

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?

"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.

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.

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.

Edited 2010-09-01 16:23 (UTC)

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.

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.

"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."

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.

"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.

"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.

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."

"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.

"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.

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?

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.

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