lucetilogs | Fever Time, Baby!

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Fever Time, Baby!

Who:

luceti (especially those of you who were in the draft).
What: Impromptu house party at House 28!
When: Backdated to 10th June
Where: House 28 (Graces House).
Summary: Pascal is throwing a house party to try and cheer everyone up, especially those of you who returned from the draft and have since filled her journal inbox with sadness and woe. It's B.Y.O.B. and everyone is invited, so bring tasty things to eat and drink! There will beverages both alcoholic and non. There is also a big banana cream cake. It's a casual party for fun and mingling, so no real activities have been planned in advance. Aside from drinking games.
Rating: PG-13, for Party Goodtimes x 13!

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[And Daisy here was thinking of doing otherwise. Now she'd feel bad if she didn't share, sweet tooth or no.]

Thanks.

[She taps Marica's cup with her own.]

I guess it'd defeat the purpose of gambling in the first place, but I wouldn't wanna horde it all to myself... Oh, speaking of which, I wonder what I should make?

Why not cupcakes? Or muffins?

[Suggested too quickly.]

We're already going for cookies and brownies.

Y'know, I've never really tried making any of those before. First time for everything, though... And since coming here, new experiences have kinda been the norm.

I don't think there's a "kinda" about it...

[She gulps from the punch. Poor Daisy is still far from that state, as fast as she's drinking. ~~If only there was a way to make her keep up.~~

Try your hand at banana, or chocolate chip ones. Bet there's books about it at the library.

[Beat.]

Have you used ovens before?

[A sip. Way too many ovens that had been set on fire come to mind.]

Got a couple of cookbooks from the library a while back. I'll check 'n' see when I get home.

I should be okay with the oven, though. I worked over at Azzip durin' that experiment, if you've heard of the place.

[That is going to make Daisy quite happy.]

Azzip? Think I might have skipped it from the guide... [She empties a drink. The fact Daisy is fond of sweet tastes is part of the reasons she's enjoying this so far.] Sound like you've got it covered, though. I'd love to see what you make.

[...Hm. Daisy notices a few cut words, but pays little heed. Perhaps Marica is "relaxed"?]

Azzip's a "pizza" place, though it was a family restaurant for the experiment. They didn't really let me work the kitchen much, though...

Pizza... [A drink. Daisy remembers a little of the taste.] No one's going to stop you now, Marica... Just get someone to help you through.

[Beat.]

Too many ovens on fire.

W-Wait, what? Did you say ovens on fire?

--Well, it heats the food with fire. And food can be heated so much it catches fire. [Oh, God. She needs to empty this damned drink to bear with this.] I know how to cook over a campfire, but when you put an oven to the max and let it go, that's just asking for it.

Oh. I thought the insides might've been fireproof... Geez, that's some lack of foresight, isn't it? Seems like common sense to fix it up so it's not so dangerous.

Insides are fireproof... Things around the oven somestimes are not. Smoke comes out from the food, fire can catch other things... [Gulp gulp.] My world's tech is only dangerous if you really ask for it... Such as putting metal in microwaves, forks in electrical contacts...

...

[Gulp gulp gulp.]

You can't put metal in microwave... huh... Daisy... You must really like this stuff, huh...?

--Think of it like fire. You don't hold a metal rod bare-handed on a fire, you don't put an energy conductor on something that can either transfer electric energy or make an object's molecules vibrate to heat it.

[It's almost disturbing to think how much theoretical knowledge could Daisy possess if she ever reached a state of inebriation.

The taller girl looks at her cup. Hm. She had been hitting it hard... but she still didn't feel much different.]

It's sweet. And the... Vodka, it actually improves the taste; but I think I'm drinking slowly... It's sweet [And somewhat addictive.], but I don't feel very different.

[Four and a half.]

Really? 'Cause... I mean, I haven't had that much, an' I think I feel a bit... warm, maybe.

It just means you have a high tolerance, doesn't it? That's supposed to be a good thing, I think...

Well, yeah... [She leaves the cup on the table, and her hands set themselves on her knees.] It's just that it's doing nothing to me. And how much I'd need to drink...

[Daisy reaches over to the bottle of whiskey, the thing that tasted worse than the beer. She revises the back of it to make mental calculations. And frowns.]

I think I'm only good for sweet stuff. I feel warm, too, but... Wonder if there's something as too much tolerance.

[She drinks. Her count is now five. She sighs, as she lays on the couch.]

It's interesting, though... How about you, Marica?

You mean my tolerance? Y'know... At this rate, I'm willin' to bet it's not anywhere as good as yours...

You could probably use that as, say... a weapon or somethin', though. Like in drinking contests.

Drinking contests? [What.] People do that?

[...Never been into a party.]

Oh, sure. Our castle has a tavern, so a lotta the Company members'll spend their nights there. I always got the impression that bein' able to hold your liquor was a sign of manliness.

Seems I'm manlier than a lot of people...

[Without even trying. Sob. She holds her cup again.]

You say that like it's a bad thing! If I had one potch for every time my father's tried to hold me back 'cause I'm a girl...

[Gulpgulp.]

Yeah, but I think my size alone scares a lot of boys. [Except Kida. And Val thinks it is attractive.] It doesn't worry me that much, but...

I don't know how people would take seeing me as the last one standing.

In our Company, that'd just earn you even more respect.

You kinda remind me of a woman in our village who's waay bigger and tougher'n anyone. She used to be away a lot, but whenever she did come, all of the men were at her feet in an instant. She was the coolest...

[Daisy finishes her cup quickly to ask Marica about her role model.]

These things are admired where you're from, in a woman...? Can you tell me about her?

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