( OPEN ) a party at the end of the world

[krav]

WHO • charlie spencer (krav) & YOU
WHERE • the mess hall
WHEN • charlie has no idea what day it is (may 9th)
WHAT • a party in space, because that's what everyone needs, right?
WARNINGS • alcohol! yes, you read that right. if things get wild, please warn in the subject headers and feel free to put up your own top levels!

[ charlie's figured out how to make the replicators spit out something alcoholic. it isn't nice, admittedly, but if you down a shot of it quickly, it's not too bad and it'll still get you drunk. he hasn't done much to the ambience: the lights are still flickering, it's still cold, but there's a table full of shots, up for the taking, and he's managed to connect his phone to the computer panel, so at least there's music.

if you dance, you won't get cold.

charlie will be making the rounds, putting shots into people's hands, grinning at them like he doesn't care at all that he woke up on an unknown spaceship less than 48 hours ago, that he hasn't really managed to sleep, that he's cold and it's bringing back bad memories. as long as he keeps moving, he doesn't have to think about any of that. ] You look like you could use a drink.

Comments

[scarecrowed]

[ Lucas hasn't seen Charlie's post on the network about the party. Instead, he follows the music he can hear all the way from his quarters to the mess hall where a young man appears to be hosting something or other. He's mostly curious about the music and where it's coming from, especially if it's similar to the device Dorothy showed him before. In the midst of his investigation (not much of an investigation, mostly him just wandering around, looking confused), he's stopped by the host he identified earlier. ]

Do I? [ He probably does. He's not had it easy since he arrived here, finding out various unpleasant information about the life he doesn't remember as well as his murderous future. He has every reason to drink to forget right now. ] What is it?

[extravert]

[ charlie's not sure what draws people in, the music or the alcohol. fact is: there really aren't all that many people around and it's hard to throw a smashing party in a big room with hardly anyone in it. at least the low lights make it all feel a little more intimate. ]

The closest thing I can come to describing it is coffee with vodka. Just down one, man. I've had about three already. [ they're not delicious, but at least they're alcoholic. charlie's beginning to feel a nice and gentle buzz. maybe later, he'll actually be able to sleep. ] You been around here long? Has this place always been as much of a shithole?

[scarecrowed]

[ Charlie's description isn't helpful when Lucas has no idea what coffee or vodka is. ] I've never known it to be any better than this, but I've only been here a few days.

[ Charlie is looking at him almost expectantly to drink. Lucas sighs before finally putting the glass to his lips, swallowing down the contents. He winces a little afterwards, somewhat impressed Charlie has managed to drink two more shots. You'd think the first would have put him off. ]

Have you always had no tastebuds or did the first glass destroy them?

[extravert]

Ah. [ so it's always a shithole, then. for a moment, charlie's expression resembles a kicked puppy, but he brightens up almost immediately. shithole or not, they can always make it more hospitable, right? he's already figured out music and alcohol, that's a first step toward turning this place into something liveable.

and at lucas' expression and question, charlie has to laugh. ]

Neither, man. I'm just hardcore when it comes to drinking. Besides, they're not so bad once you have a bit of a buzz going. [ admittedly: they're still pretty terrible. ]