JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

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JULY 2019 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to July's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: DREAM HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Violence, Freddie Kreuger references, fire, forced sleep with some drug-like references, stabbing, nightmares, monsters, possibility for extreme alcohol consumption, and lobster festivals
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Prompt Three
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

WHEN THE BOAT COMES IN

It’s July and July in Maine means lobster! The Lobster Festival springs up seemingly overnight down near Koji Pond. In the morning, there’s a large parade that makes its way through town, starting from the top of East Main Street and all the way down through West Main St until they hit the festival. There are tents, a few rides, games, arts and crafts, and most importantly, food pretty much everywhere behind the hotel and you can help yourself to free ice cream at the ice cream shop! Lobster ice cream and Blueberry ice cream are pushed to the forefront, but you can get just about any flavor you could possibly dream of in the long run.

You can hear live music playing and a stage has been set up on the roof of the arcade. Live bands play everything from folk music to jazz to classic rock that you may or may not have heard in your lifetime. There’s a tent where local artists (including sleepers) are selling art, a craft tent where people are selling goods they’ve made such as pottery and homemade fudge, and a Do It Yourself tent where people are teaching you how to make your own buoy decoration for your front yard or how to weave your own baskets!

A seafood cooking contest is held for anyone who may want to show off their culinary skills. Any kind of seafood dishes are allowed, but they highly encourage showing your abilities to cook with lobster! Think you can beat the longstanding champions from Deerington? It’s pretty unlikely, especially since it looks like the townspeople keep trying to sabotage your meal as you’re making it. Did you mean to put in an entire half cup of salt to your stew? Oops. Guess you better figure out how to work with it anyway.

Across Koji Pond, there are floating crates set up for the great crate race! See if you can make it across the lake fastest – challenge a friend! These lobster crates wobble pretty heavily, but each runner is given a life vest for when they might inevitably fall in. Be careful if you do! Some of those strange looking fish in there definitely bite.

Each morning at the festival there will be an all you can eat blueberry pancake breakfast. Surprisingly, nothing drastic seems to happen, so have as many pancakes as your body can hold! They’re delicious, after all. Through the rest of the day, it’s easy to get your hands on lobster rolls of varying sizes, full steamed lobster meals (with corn on the cob and a buttered dinner roll), lobster salad, steamed mussels, scallops, haddock (baked or fried), fried clams, lobster stuffed risotto balls, blueberry cobbler, and strawberry shortcake are all available at any of the food stands. All the food seems perfectly safe. But you’re gonna need something to wash it down with…

The drink stand has a great deal to offer, but every drink seems to come with a particularly strange side effect to it. People who enjoy the hand crafted beers will find that it gets them drunk twice as fast and can even make people who would normally never drink completely wasted after just a glass or two. Every glass you have makes you thirstier than the last and it can be easy to want to reach for another beer to try and get yourself together. In fact, it’s particularly hard to reach for anything else. Urges to drink the beer will last for at least one full hour or can be cut short by being responsible and going to drink some water instead.

So maybe beer isn’t your thing; that’s okay! There’s also blueberry lemonade which will turn you the color of blueberries from head to toe! Fresh iced tea will make you feel particularly sarcastic, prone to mocking even your closest friends and gossiping with complete strangers about the things you may or may not have heard about the town. Got a juicy secret you were trying to keep for someone? Well, it’s out in the open now. Cream sodas will make you extremely cuddly, wanting to cozy up next to the closest person to you for a little while. The more you drink, the more touchy-feely you may get, so maybe try and stick to just one or two unless you’re looking for some afternoon delight. Hot tea will make you feel calm and relaxed to an extent you never have before. To the point where you might even want to just go lay down on one of the docks and take a quick catnap in the middle of the afternoon sun. Hopefully you wore sunscreen.

Effects from any drink will last for one to three hours or until you have some strawberry shortcake from one of the food vendors.

BLUEBERRIES FOR SAL

So maybe the lobster festival isn’t your thing or you got tired of all the crowds and wanted to go and do something else fun. Strangely enough, some of the fields out near the farmhouses apparently have a bunch of blueberry bushes that no one’s ever noticed before! They’re in full bloom and the berries look ripe for the picking. Perfectly round, juicy, warm from the sun – you could eat a whole handful of these and maybe never feel more satisfied. They’re deliciously sweet, perfect for pies and cobblers. And a whole basket seems to be reasonably priced, so why not go out and pick as many as you can!

The longer you’re out in the fields, the more you’ll start to feel a little groggy. It’s easy to shake off as just being from the sun at first and you might think about heading back, but something in you wants to keep picking. So you trudge in deeper into the fields, and that sleepy feeling becomes more and more difficult to ignore. Eventually, you might find that you’re ready to just lay down and take a nap in the shade of a particularly large blueberry bush. It seems like a good a spot as any – the ground is nice and soft. Just curl up for a little while and close your eyes. Even people who are normally not prone to sleeping will find that they are compelled and even capable of taking a quick nap in these fields.

Any dreams you may have while sleeping will feel more vivid than normal – to the point where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not. Did you actually manage to find your way out of Deerington and back home? You can pinch yourself, but you won’t wake up, and it’ll hurt like a bitch, so it’s hard to be sure. Dreams seem to mostly be pleasant ones, but the occasional nightmare might find its way in to your otherwise restful sleep. Anyone who stumbles on you asleep in the fields might even hear you talking in your sleep, rambling out conversations and feelings you might normally have kept quiet. Got feelings for someone you were trying to bury? They might just hear you mutter them out loud if they’ve found you there in the dirt. Wanted to make sure no one in Deerington found out you had no home to go back to? That sucks, it sounds like you might have just spilled the beans without even knowing.

The real question is if the person who finds you will wake you up or just keep listening to find out more of your secrets without having to pry for them.

NINE, TEN, NEVER SLEEP AGAIN

It’s not just in the blueberry fields that sleepiness seems to be catching. Throughout Deerington, people seem to be having a harder and harder time staying awake for long stretches. The desire for a quick nap or even a long snooze becomes harder to fight as each day passes and you might find yourself nodding off in places you normally wouldn’t – behind the wheel of a car, in the middle of a store, at work… Hopefully no one gets too hurt or loses a job during these strange episodes.

Only unlike in the fields, when you do give in to sleep, the dreams you have are now far from pleasant. Nightmares are running amok in your mind, but that vivid realism? That inability to tell when you’re awake or asleep? That has definitely not changed. You might not have even realized you’ve fallen asleep at all – most of the scenery around you seems to be Deerington itself, but something just seems off. You don’t have time to think about it though because it’s then that things start to get scary. Whether it’s reliving your most traumatic experiences, running in to your worst enemies, or seeing monster of your own creation popping up and chasing you, danger and fear are permeating every corner of these dreams. Horror movie fans might find they’re being chased by Freddie Kreuger, hunted down by Jason, cornered by the aliens from Alien. Or maybe there are terrifying monsters from your own world that have started to come for you and are trying to tear you limb from limb. It feels impossible to outrun, and maybe in the end, you don’t. But if you die in your dreams, you don’t really die in real life, right? So you might just snap awake with a particularly frightening jolt.

You think when you wake up that everything is fine. That sense of fear is gone and you’re able to just breathe. But as you go about your day, you start to see images from your nightmares out of the corner of your eyes. Was that Freddie’s claws scratching against the blackboard? Did you just hear the strange clicking of alien feet against the tiles? You hope it’s in your imagination, but this is Deerington. When does anything ever stay normal?

The danger from your nightmares is definitely invading your personal space and it will try to kill you. Anyone else can see these images just as plain as day as you can and they are welcome to either sit and watch or help you fight. Whatever is trying to kill you will go down in the same manner it would have back home – that means that it could be as easy as a bullet between the eyes or it could be as complex as an intense ritual. Guess you’ll have to figure it out for yourself before it really does kill you.

Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.

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dana polk | the cabin in the woods

[unvirgin]

when the boat comes in | cw: drinking

[ God, this is so the furthest thing from home that she ever could’ve pictured — but right now, surrounded by tents and rides and games and people who literally seem to be having the time of their life, Dana’s finding it hard not to let the mood affect her too. No one here is even remotely thinking about the end of the world — instead, there’s… lobster ice cream? And music playing that you can actually dance to or have a conversation over, which wasn’t always really the case for every frat party she was ever invited to back home. At one point, she stops inside the tent that boasts artwork of all kinds, quietly admiring everything on display and for sale and idly considering whether it might be time to stop by the art supply store on her way back to her house to pick up a new set of pencils and charcoal.

Eventually, the rumbling in her stomach gets loud enough to alert her to the fact that it’s probably been a while since she’s eaten, so she forks over some cash for a lobster roll and then picks a drink on a whim, mostly drinking it to wash down her impromptu lunch (or dinner or whatever) and definitely not anticipating the kind of effect it’ll have on her when it eventually kicks in. If you run into her here, consider this a choose-your-own-adventure type of scenario:

• if she’s had one of the hand crafted beers, cue her stumbling around in the hopes of finding somewhere to just sit down for a while until she finally just plops down on the nearest bench, throwing out a hand against the shoulder of the person already sitting there to try and steady herself


• if it’s the fresh iced tea she’s picked up, well, it won’t take her long to start spouting off some bitter words about the fact that it’s the end of the world back where she’s from — oh, and did you know that all her friends are dead?


• if it’s the cream soda, maybe she spots you in the crowd and approaches to gently drape herself along your side, tilting her face up to yours with an all-too-broad smile and a ”heeeey”


• and last but not least, if she’s grabbed the hot tea, she’s going to be one of those people slipping off to the dock to snooze for a little while; maybe someone should wake her up, given that she’s a pale redhead who doesn’t have a tendency to freckle so much as burn in the sun

blueberries for sal

[ Maybe sooner rather than later, the festival starts to get a little overwhelming for her. It could be all the people, or the sights and smells, or the fact that she’s looking around unable to spot a familiar face — either she’s the only one among her friends who’s been plucked up to stay here, or she just hasn’t been able to find them yet, but regardless she needs a break from just… everything, and taking a calming walk adjacent to a sprawling field feels like exactly what she needs. The view’s stunning enough that, for a fleeting moment, Dana half-wishes she’d brought her sketchbook with her, but that feeling dissipates in the wake of the yawn that surprises her with how forceful it is, not to mention how heavy her eyelids feel.

She's probably just underestimated how tired she really is — the last few days have been a whirlwind, to say the least — and when she finally curls up to sleep beneath the shade of a particularly large bush (no jokes, please), she slips into dreaming almost immediately.

Most of her dreams are pretty inoffensive, but when the nightmares do come, they’re bad, enough to leave her screaming in her sleep without the ability to wake up on her own — at one point, she’s curled up in the fetal position on the ground, whimpering helplessly, and if you’re close enough you might be able to make her out saying the same thing over and over. ]

Don’t — don’t read the Latin.

school's out for summer

[ So, turns out there’s a college here after all.

Technically, Dana’s still debating whether or not she’ll even enroll in time for the fall semester. After all, she was pretty rudely interrupted from fulfilling the remainder of her higher education by a secret organization trying to murder her and all of her friends as part of a ritual sacrifice to appease giant ancient gods, so one could even argue she’s especially entitled to pick up where she left off in terms of actually getting her degree.

She’s just left the registrar’s office, but right now she’s just familiarizing herself with the much smaller campus, walking around with a weathered brochure in hand and debating whether she’ll stick with her current major or use the opportunity to switch to something new. Or maybe she’ll just seize the chance to never go back to college again and get a job at the pizza place. Marty would tell her the sky’s the limit, minx, and it’s in the middle of that bittersweet recollection that she inadvertently bumps into someone, unseeing while she’s lost in her self-induced reverie. ]

Oh! [ If she’s knocked anything out of your arms, she immediately crouches low to start helping you pick it all up. ]

I’m so sorry, I guess I was just in my own head a little.

wildcard

[ want something different? have a fun idea you want to write? feel free to reach out via PM or at favoritings and we can hash out the deets. for the first prompt at the lobster festival, feel free to encounter dana either inside the art tent or after she’s been affected by whichever drink you choose. ]

hand crafted beers—

[magija]

[ she can't ignore the festival even if she tried, considering that the entire mess of it happens to be occurring right on her street. it muffles enough with a closed door, but as soon as she widens the opening of that front entry, she's met with a siren of noise between the music and clusters of excited conversation.

so she'll venture through, at least for the span of minutes that it takes to survey the offered food, and once she has her hands on some lobster ice cream, she feels content enough with her newly discovered treat to linger around for a bit longer. ]

Oh — ! [ except she can't bask in the dessert for long, at least not peacefully as someone seems to invade her space beside her on the bench, a sudden arm draped across her shoulders in a such a closeness that the initial contact makes her jolt where she sits.

she peers to the girl, her own brow raising in her confusion of it. ] Um, are you ... alright?

[unvirgin]

[ Everything's spinning — has she had only one beer by this point, or did she go back for a refill? It had sounded like a good idea at the time, just a quick pint of something extra-frosty, and while she can't exactly pound them back like Curt she's definitely been able to hold her liquor better than this, but it had never even occurred to her to check the alcohol percentage or even ask the people serving drafts if this was some sort of super-strong lager.

She doesn't realize she's touching someone rather than the bench in question when she vaguely senses movement beneath her fingers — her eyes are still closed, trying to steady herself or maybe keep the world upright in her vision, but eventually she blinks them open to study the person she's plunked herself down next to, a giggle unexpectedly rising up in her throat before a grin splits her face. ]

Oh! I, uh — alright's kinda relative, isn't it? [ Is she slurring her words? That's not a very good first impression, and Dana presses her lips together to try and affect a more serious face as she puts her hand back in her lap, the other one loosely grasping onto her cup of beer. ] I seem to be a leetle under the influence right now.

[magija]

[ she doesn’t know the girl, but even if the town remains relatively small as it is, it isn’t as though she’s expected to know much of its residents, especially considering how often she resorts to concealing herself away from most of it.

still, she watches her curiously, a bit of concern in her eyes, because with the dangers that constantly lurk on the corners, even a display of drunkenness seems to be something worth being cautious of, even a little. ]

You know, if there’s something I’ve learned in this town, it’s that you should be careful about taking in too much of what they’re offering you. [ because enough experiences have been sufficient lessons of what it could all do.

but then she peers down at her own hands, the cup of ice cream situated between them and she gives a small smile, giving a light bite of her lip. ] Of course, I’m not very good at following that advice, either.

[unvirgin]

[ Right now, in the recesses of what could be considered a very tipsy frame of mind — okay, strike that, she's wasted, she's totally and completely wasted — Dana's just happy to have some company right now. She might be too drunk to realize it, but the last few days have been kind of a bummer just in terms of the degree to which she's been finding herself, well, really lonely, and even getting to make conversation with someone, however casual, is already brightening her mood.

That's clearly evidenced by the growing smile on her lips, the one that she's fighting to keep subdued, nodding in a way that is not at all serious as the other woman patiently explains that she probably shouldn't have gone for the beers — but Dana opens her mouth in visible protest. ]

But — I swear, this is only — I've had, like, two of these. Trust me when I say I am normally wayyyy better at handling my liquor than thish. This.

[ Her gaze follows down to the cup of ice cream, squinting to study it. ] What kinda flavor is that?

[magija]

[ it could certainly be a lot more dangerous than this, so she has to think that maybe intoxication might be the least of the issues that could arise from ingesting something in this town. and besides — enough time with her careless brother before his increased metabolism aided to keep him consistently sober gave her a fair amount of experience in keeping a drunken cuddler some company. ]

I absolutely believe you. [ though with her own tight-lipped smile, it's hard to tell if wanda really does.

but she does stretch out her fingers to keep her palm gently pressed to the girl's back, an emergency support in case anything goes upside down. either to hold her steady or cast a spell to do the job for her, depending on the circumstances. ]

Lobster, if you can believe that. It's the first I've had it, but then again, Americans did always like to be creative in the oddest of ways.

iced tea!

[bigbadrose]

Blimey, you're a real party.

[Rose feels the need to drink just being around her!] The world's always dying somewhere, mate. Trick is to enjoy the chips and ice cream before you go. And to always remember humans are fiercely indomitable. Last to the end of time we do. Not many species can say that.

[unvirgin]

[ She has no idea who this woman is, none in the slightest — but oh, she has a very nice accent, so that's something, but it's definitely not enough to distract Dana from her spiel, iced tea sloshing out of her cup and over the back of her hand as she gestures while talking.

She's not even normally the kind of person who does move her hands around a lot while she's talking, but she's up on her soapbox right now so good luck getting her off of it. ]

The end of time. Right. [ She scoffs audibly, takes another sip of her drink. ] Or until giant, ancient gods rise up to hit the reset button on everything, 'cause we did a freaking terrible job the first time around.

[bigbadrose]

[A quiet laugh, as Rose looks around for something to drink. Sod it, iced tea it is! (This will go well.)]

So don't let 'em. Gods aren't so tough. They just haven't had anyone to tell them "No," yet.

[unvirgin]

Oh, good idea. [ Dana jabs a thumb back over her shoulder, though it's really anyone's guess what direction she's referring to. ]

I'll just go back home real quick and tell them "no," and if they ask why — that is, if they haven't gotten around to crushing me to smithereens yet, I'll say "because I said so." Yeah. Sounds like a great plan.

[bigbadrose]

Why not? [Sly smirk.] How many people are on your planet?

school's out for summer

[the_cleric]

Oh, it's to-tally okay.

[Jester crouches down too so she can help. She'd been carrying her sketchbook tucked under one arm, plus all the pamphlets that she could carry. And there have been a lot of pamphlets that people have given her, plus more just available for the taking--laying fanned out on tables, tucked into cubbies, in containers at desks. For these, Jester has made an even exchange: every pamphlet taken gets a pamphlet on the Traveler in return.

There's a few of those mixed in with the ones she's dropped. They stand out, brighter colors, weirder illustrations, and all of them hand-drawn. The central figure is a man in a green robe, with a cowl pulled down low over his face. A halo of rainbow light surrounds him, and little decorative curly-cues, and flowers, and confetti, and doughnuts, and cartoon dicks, and tiny unicorns with big smiles, and suns. HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE TRAVELER?]

These are just paper. If you made me drop my pastries? Then we would have a problem. But you didn't so we don't! And I keep them safe in my haversack anyways, so-o-o-- [She smiles, and sinks back on her heels so she can put her elbows on her knees. The fall of her lacy pink-and-white petticoats is like a cloud peeking out from her cute blue skirt. Also, she's totally blue.] Wow, do you really only have one pamphlet? What've you been doing, man! They're giving them away!

[unvirgin]

[ That is... a very, very blue person. Woman. Lady. Admittedly, Dana's just come straight from a world where she'd gotten a surprise crash course in werewolves, unicorns, killer clowns, giant snakes and the list goes on, so being confronted with the sight of someone with a very distinct skin color really doesn't come as much of a surprise to her anymore, but she still blinks rapidly for a few minutes before choosing to distract herself by continuing to help with pick-up.

She's trying to gather everything up, turning it around in her hands so that it all faces the same way before handing it back over, but the vivid colors — and very vivid illustrations — are what catch her attention, and she can't stop herself from studying them for probably a bit longer than could be considered polite on first meeting before she realizes she's staring. ]

Sorry, here. [ And she hands over the stack of what she's collected with a polite smile. ]

I mean, I was checking out the art department first, but — I guess I haven't wandered close enough to Pampletpalooza yet.

[the_cleric]

Really?

[Jester stares, wide-eyed, as she takes back her pamphlets. Then she looks down at the pamphlets and then, abruptly, she grabs four at random and holds them out to her new friend.]

Here, you can totally have some of mine, I don't mind sharing at all. And I can to-tally go back and get more, if I want them. I mean, you could go and get some of them too, if you wanted, because they are really all over the place, plus I put some of mine in there too.

[She hefts herself to her feet with her newly recovered sketchbook and the other pamphlets tucked safely under her arm again, then offers a hand out to the other girl to help her to her feet. She's much stronger than she looks.]

So what do they sell at the Art Department? Is it, like, paints and sketchbooks and pastel crayons and things? Or is it like, art, that someone has already made?

[unvirgin]

Oh. Thanks.

[ Her face is — well, it's basically that half-bemused look, but the smile that slips across her features is more genuine as she glances down to what's just been handed back to her, shrugging one shoulder. ] Well, I don't really have a lot of reading material in my apartment yet, aside from the textbooks that I've read, oh, about a dozen times. So these will definitely help me kill at least a good thirty minutes.

[ She's trying to crack a joke, though it probably comes off not as funny as she intends it to be — she's never been the comedian of the group, not like Marty — and when she looks up to find a hand outstretched to her, she clasps it gently before being hauled to her feet. ]

More like — they teach you how to do art better? [ She's explaining this very poorly. ] It looks like there's different classes for different types of study. Painting, sculpture, photography. Things like that.

[the_cleric]

[Jester hauls. It might be a little disorienting, because she is really, really strong, but also she knows how to use it, so it's not like fall-off-your-feet strong or anything.]

If you want, you can borrow my book. It's called Tusk Love and, oh, my gosh, it is so--

[No, wait. She gasps and puts her hands over her mouth, to contain her excitement. But really, she is so excited. Even her eyes are shimmering with excitement.]

Oh my gosh. No way. First of all? That is so cool that they are going to teach us how to do art better. Like I am really good, but I don't mind someone helping me sometimes. Second: are you an artist, too?

cream soda

[thebigred]

[ If there's one thing that gets Cliff out of the house, it's the promise of food. Add the possibility of unsupervised alcohol in the mix and he's practically a guaranteed show - not that he's been indulging all that much, yet. For now he's taking in the sights, looking at the crowds and—

—and now there's a stranger draped on his shoulder. He bristles, squirming out from under her arm. ]

Hey! Get off!


(( ooc: too perfect ))

[unvirgin]

[ Whether unfortunately or not, Dana's not so easily deterred by someone trying to shrug her off — although she does take a few steps back to put some space between them, some distant part of her brain registering that this is a total stranger. If she'd been in any touch with the slowly growing wolfly side of herself, she might have picked up on the fact that she'd been drawn to him for some other reason entirely, but this is a girl who's yet to shift on the full moon for the first time. Oops?

Regardless, she sways to a stop in front of him, pressing her lips together around a slow smile. ]

Sorry, I — [ Cue an entirely uncharacteristic giggle. ] I guess I got carried away.

[thebigred]

Yeah well, don't. [ He bristles a bit, making a little more distance between them. If he was more in touch with his pack instincts, maybe he'd pick up on something too but alas Cliff's been lone wolfing it for so long he may never spot another lycanthrope. ]

You new?

[unvirgin]

Yeah. The newest of the new. [ Later, she might realize that it isn't just the effects of the drink that had lured her, but for now she's just studying him with a spark of fascination in her gaze, trying to ignore the sudden prickling she's feeling along the length of her spine. ]

What's your name?

[thebigred]

[ Being new to this hell hole is pretty much the worst and that alone softens him up a bit, un-squares his shoulders. ]

Cliff. I've been here since January. [ "so if you need help..." remains unspoken. He doesn't want to promise too much. ] What's yours?

hand crafted beers v blueberry lemonade

[hiyakai]

[ oh, this is too good.

he is as blue as a smurf right now. man, these drinks sure are fun, aren't they? full of surprises! he is almost tempted to try all of them now if they each have their own quirky side effects. maybe he can go for one of the handcrafted beers next. nothing like alcohol to wash a glass of blue lemonade down.

speaking of handcrafted beers though, he spots a redhead who seems to have had one too many of them. she is just stumbling all over the place. maybe he should go help her. make a friend. it's good to make some friends in a new setting.

she... might do better without any more beers though, so he is decidedly going to offer her one of the fresh iced tea. it could help her sober up a little. besides, he wants to see what the tea will do. ] Hey there. [ cradling the last of his blue lemonade in one hand and a glass of iced tea in the other, kai approaches her with a friendly smile as he offers the drink to her. ] You look like you could use some iced tea. It's refreshing, quenches the thirst and doesn't turn you blue.

[unvirgin]

You're — you're blue.

[ Dana voices this point with only a mild amount of squinting, not totally convinced that she's seeing things — she's drunk, after all, not high, even though she's really perturbed by the fact that she's pretty sure she's only had about two of these things, which in any normal instance would not be enough to render her this shit-faced and yet she's stumbling around like a freshman at a frat party.

She takes the drink offered to her, scrutinizing it with a small scrunching of her nose; she might be drunk, but she's not so far gone that she's not going to question a drink randomly handed to her by some handsome guy. ]

What's in this?

[hiyakai]

Yeah, I drank the blue lemonade. It tastes fantastic, but [ he examines the back of his hand. ] it comes with a hue. [ he doesn't seem too worried about his current condition though. ] I think I would look better purple though.

[ no, you wouldn't, kai. ]

Tea and ice. Not sure what kind of tea though. I just grabbed a glass from the drink stand. We can go back and ask.

[unvirgin]

Too bad they're not serving fruit punch. If you decided to mix the two of them together, maybe that would give you the hue you're looking for. [ Top-tier art student right here, because did you know combining red and blue makes for purple?

Dana nudges a hand against her lips to stifle a soft hiccup, but then thinks to hell with it and takes a testing sip from the cup. It definitely tastes like iced tea, but appearances can be very deceiving; her drunken thought process means that she's feeling less inclined to take the safe road right now. ]

Sweet tea. [ She purses her lips, smacks them together a few times. ] S'not bad.