Drinking your worries away and stuffing large sausages in your mouth.

[subspaceemissary]

Who: Everyone
What: 17th of March at Bob's Cafe
Where: Bob's Cafe
When: Backdated to Tuesday, March 17th
Warnings: D for Drinking Dudes

Ahh March 17thh! The perfect day to have a festival of getting wasted and one celebrating Irish sausages and beer, right? Bob is looking for an excuse to get wasted going to get wasted!

The destination? The quaint little place that just happened to be owned by Arceus. Sausages floated in the air everywhere instead of the usual lights. Be careful not to bump your head and don't open your mouth to wide hahahaa--- It's the sausages! The thousands of them! Sausages as far as the eye can see, of all sizes, shapes and varieties from sour to spicy to bacon-filled. Cabbages, sauerkraut and sauces! Knödel (potato or bread dumplings), Kasspatzn (cheese noodles), Reiberdatschi (potato pancakes what do you mean I stole these from wikipedia) exploding from all sides of the kitchen. Oh and Bretzels they're made with real Brets bigger than your fist or even your HEAD! And the Beer. There is beer. EVERYWHERE. BEER. For those who are under the age of 19, we have non-alcohol beverages available (okay okay, it's juice). Grape, Pear, Strawberry, Cherry, you can drink them and pretend you're having an awesome time as the adults and some even almost taste like wine and beer! But really, don't you wish you were 19 like the rest? Hahahaha too bad.

Your waiters are dressed appropriately. But due to the nature of the game, sometime they come out to serve you dressed like this.

MAGICAL THINGS ARE AFOOT. For you see, the minute you enter the building, a fog envelopes you and suddenly! Poof! You're in a GREEN COLORED costume! What is it? It's MAGIC! Handy right? Forget having to spend hours for that perfect hairdo, at least tonight you'll be a perfect hairdo or some green on you, without regards to budget. It is merely what your imagination. Besides, even someone like Bob is mischievous this time of the year, especially when she's drunk.

Bob herself is dressed up appropriately. Well, you think? She seems to change costumes every time she talks to someone else or she moves behind a well concealed pole or door. How does she do that? A rather simple costume, it almost fits in the fact they are in a kitchen. What's odd is there are red peppers floating all around him..

Come on in! Be merry! Enjoy your green do!! Get Drunk! Eat Sausages! Celebrate! Have beer-filled desserts!

[OOC - Feel free to start out threads with your dudes doing things if you'd like. Mingle with each other, sometimes there will be special threads like giant sausage invasions, or shamrocks dancing. Take a seat, let the waiters come to you, Imagine your dudes in the most terrible of green outfits!]

Comments

Coming into the cafe

[subspaceemissary]

[Something will turn green. Is it your hair? is it a shirt? is it a full outfit? Is it your skin?]

[thewunderkind]

[The minute Lash walked in, there was a strange blast of light and suddenly her hair was completely green.]

What the hell?!

[Oh god why were there so many floating sausages..]

Re: Coming into the cafe

[fullunlifeconsequences]

[Blacky was fortunate that only her necklace turned green. She didn't notice; she was far more perturbed by the fact that there were so many German foods more appropriate for Oktoberfest on this supposedly Irish holiday.

Oh well. Smash Academy.]

Re: Coming into the cafe

[littlehero]

[All Seere knew was that there was going to be food and drink and that everybody was invited. Nobody said anything about said food and drink floating in the air. What was even going on? Was this safe? Another weird ritual?

How long until he noticed his hair turned green?]

[afrotaur]

[She hadn't even been here long, and already things were getting oddly festive. Drinks and food, though, so she couldn't complain too much.

Except for that rainbow that had sprouted out of her hair and grown down to her horns, topping them off with pots of fake gold. Still, there was the food to look forward to, even if it had to be snatched from the air.]

[pinkgingham]

[As Sable entered the cafe, she noticed that her pink apron was now green. A green gingham plaid apron.

Really? Really? Normally she would take these changes in stride, but green gingham is just not a great pattern in her eyes!]

Ugh, it's like I'm wearing Mabel's apron...

Re: Coming into the cafe

[rotarytier]

[how come he got the feeling of wanting to punch somebody in the face as soon as he walked in




oh because his hair is green

okay :|]

Coming into the cafe

[kumagypsy]

[Kumatora's trademark blue hoodie is now a spectacular shade of forest green.]

The hell?!

Coming into the cafe

[planking]

SUDDENLY



Flint was sorely regretting his decision to be social tonight.

Re: Coming into the cafe

[buddingheart]

[Upon entry into the cafe, not only are Kieran's clothes turning a lovely verdant hue of green, but those cutesy little cherry blossoms are turning into four-leaf clovers.

All things considered, he is pretty okay with this. Green is among the best colors of all time, after all.]

[dothelokomotion]

[Byrne came for drinks, okay. He did not expect to come in and have his hair turn a horrible shade of green. It was more of a coniferous green, which was darker than the color of his scarf.

NOT.

COOL.]

Re: Coming into the cafe

[findthepenguin]

[Oh. Kanji's normally black ensemble had turned green. It looked... weird....]

Re: Coming into the cafe

[thepartysjustbegun]

[Leon's usual clothing of turtleneck and stretch jeans suddenly turned green. Shoes too... Well then.]

[thunderbutt]

[Why did he think it was going to be a good idea to get some partying going down?

It was never a good thing.

He should get out of there.]

LEPRAIDENCHAUN

[whitedeviljack]

[It is truly a testament to one's resolve to not immediately walk out the door the moment you step into a room and find a warm, tender, foot-long wiener floating into your forehead with a delicate little bump. Raiden nearly did walk right out that door, but he had already come this far, and Gamera was already toddling inside, chattering excitedly in Squirtle-speak.]

You aren't having any beer tonight. You're too young. And... you're bright green!

[In the blink of an eye his precious Pokemon's skin had gone from baby blue to grass green, and that wasn't all. The turtle huffed, struggling to look over his own shoulder, then thought better and pointed out Raiden's new hair color. And wardrobe.]

What do you mean, mine too? I don't have a...

[His platinum blonde hair was now bright green, not to mention the costume that would make Lucky ahem green with envy. Raiden ran a hand through his green hair and whined.]

Oh come on! Pink hair was bad enough, how many other colors am I going to have to go through?!

[Gamera seemed to care not for his master's plight, as floating sausages were plentiful and plenty tasty. Perhaps someone should direct Raiden the leprechaun towards the refreshments...]

[tectonic]

[Klug wasn't always burying his face into a book okay. Even if he carried the same red book everywhere he went.

He's caught with a disgusted look on his face when he's suddenly in green clothes instead of the usual purple he wore.]

Ack!!

Re: Coming into the cafe

[rivalkidneypunch]

[Fuck-off huge orange dragon? Nope. Fuck-off huge green dragon. Even his flame is burning a whimsical festive emerald shade. Oh, Bob, you and your magic.

He would be more bothered about it, but green does happen to be an awesome color anyway, so... eh. He can lve with this.]

[boo_blimp_babe]

[Kitty could give two shits as to whether she was of age or not. After the recent week, all she wanted was to forget even existing, and what better way than to get shitfaced?

Walking into the place immediately had an effect on her, or more accurately, her clothing. Her dark, unassuming hoodie turned dark green and instead of the ghost symbol, now sported a four-leaf clover. Her jeans also turned into a very short, frilly, green skirt and her boots became green chucks and knee-high green and white candy cane stockings.]

What the fuck?

[She hadn't even drunk a drop and she was already seeing shit. Flying sausages, changing clothes, crazy goofy, waiters.... Whatever, she came here to forget, and that's what she was going to do. She strode over to the darkest corner and waited to get a nice helping of courage drink, or whatever strong shit she could get her hands on.]

WHO WANTS TO DO A KING'S GAME (STUDENTS ONLY)

[myimmortal]

[Because there was some drinking involved, Bob had opened up a section in the far back for the kids to...maybe drink a little while no one was looking totally just give them normal drinks and be marry together.

There seemed to be chopsticks, however, which didn't really fit with the rest of the German/Irish/Etc festival of this place, along with a red and black marker pens. Obviously some of them would know about this, and the others would soon be taught it...Regardless, Bob seemed to be finding it funny as she pushed some students inside.]

[thewunderkind]

[OOC - HERE ARE THE RULES: I WAIT FOR A DAY FOR PEOPLE TO SHOW UP. TOMORROW I WILL ROLL A RANDOMIZER AND EVERYONE WILL GET A NUMBER. SOMEONE WILL BE A KING. The king will get to decide what to do. Don't worry, this will be explained IC to them. But for now, come in and enjoy the free booze and food in the student only section!]

[Lash had no idea why she was being pushed in here, but oh man! Private room away from the rest of the teaches where she could enjoy some sort of strange cocktails? So totally in. Bob could be alright when she wanted. What was the deal with the chopsticks, however?]

I'm gonna eat so much food! Bring it on!

Serving food and drinks (Open to all)

[subspaceemissary]

[Feel free to order food and drinks! Everything seems to be a mixture of Irish and German today. Also all green. Your servers will help you out!]

Re: Serving food and drinks (Open to all)

[lovely_wind]

[Flurrie is not much of a beer drinker, so she's poring over the menu in search of something suitably girly and frou-frou. Preferably with a little umbrella.]

[fullunlifeconsequences]

[Can Blacky even... get drunk anymore...

SHE IS SURROUNDED BY MANY SHOTGLASSES, TRYING TO FIND OUT.]

[thunderbutt]

[And there Alex was, in the gross green hair and outfit the stupid place magically gave him, as he looked through the menu. Was he even going to eat if he ordered anything..??]

[icequeen_aran]

[The floating sausages nearly dissuaded Samus too, but the promise of free beer beckoned her in like a Siren. She was no stranger to the other oddities this cafe presented. After catching herself in a mirror, there was only a momentary stare before Samus gave her green-haired reflection a very been there, done that shrug of her shoulders.

Mildly annoying, but she was betting that it would end when the night was through.

Or she could drink herself into such a stupor that she wouldn't even realize it was there. Yes, she hadn't done something like that in a very long while. Much less in public venue. Sounded terribly irresponsible; about as irresponsible as crazy floating sausages in the air everywhere. Samus swatted another one away that meandered a little too close to her face.

Oh, look at that. Apparently her finger nails were green to match now too...

Green like the hard alcohol she drank and drank after she settled at the bar. Samus had lost count of the empty bottles and shot glasses that had collected around her before she began to feel a warm buzz and her inhibitions melting away. Like she could drink anyone under the table. She could totally drink anyone under the table. She could bet them and bet lots of money and get lots of money for drinking them under the table. And beer. She'd get more beer. The woman seemed insatiable.

She could take anyone on, she could take the whole bar on all by herself and she could do it one handed too. Yes. This sounded like a sublime way to for Samus Aran to spend her free Saturday: drunken arm wrestling.

She'd stare at the closest person.

Then give a quick, half-nod that would have been a non-verbal equivalent of a instigative slur (and could of perhaps been easily mistaken for another kind of non-verbal instigative signal). Tempted? Curious? Of course you are. Miss Aran just gave a smirk at you, like how a cat smirks at a cornered mouse. You, yes you.

Then she'd place her elbow up on the bar, hand sky-ward and palm turned to face her opponent, fingers massaging the air.

A classic proposition, really. One that shouldn't need any further explanation if her pink-flushed cheeks weren't an indication of it already.]

[fullunlifeconsequences]

[That gesture, that smirk... it could only mean one thing.]

Are you coming onto me?