welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games

[saddleclub]

Who: Y'all
When: Day 8 noonish
Where: THE JUNGLE

[So there is a mostly unexplored jungle out there.

It seems like a good day to explore it, eh?

Please look out for:

Venomous snakes, the smaller ones will leave you fevered and nauseas, the larger may stop your heart.

Spores, inhaling them can leave you with mild to severe continuing hallucinations

Pollen, it may make you sneeze.

Dark shadows in the undergrowth, that seem to whisper as you pass. In familiar voices...? Or that's just the wind.

Vicious monsters. They want to eat you.

And look out, if you go exploring, because halfway through your adventure the sky seems to open up and pour on you, try to find a safe shelter--if that exists in the jungle.

For those of you not inclined to explore well, you may see lights in the jungle, little wisps, of light in the growth, or maybe it's your team colors you see? The more you look the more you feel practically compelled to follow those lights and flashes of something familiar....

Maybe you get caught by the jungle's dangers, trapped in a cave by the downpour, or maybe you make it to an odd break around a still pond, the surface so smooth it's almost like a mirror. If you look in, your reflection looks back. And it smiles at you.

And if you make it this far, if you look deep into your reflection and let it stare back, you might find yourself leaning down, towards it--hopefully you have a companion to pull you back before pale arms reach to pull you in and drown you.

Even if you're pulled back from the glass pool, a strange dread lingers with you for a while. And the urge to be near others is incredibly strong. Be it their presence or their touch you crave, you need reassurance.

((OOC: Explore, use this an excuse for wet huddling together in a cave while hallucinating, get cool new scars from fighting beasts, encounter the glassy pool, or whatever! Grab a buddy, have a good(?) time.))]

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Rufus--!

[Oh man he's acting fast, no time to warn his brother when he can just leap forward waving a sword at him.]

[ruinatings]

[HOLY SHIT Jusis! Rufus is way too drunk for this, so rather than being so perfectly aware of his surroundings he's just aware someone is coming at him suddenly with a sword.

Which, if he also had a sword, he'd try to meet. But he doesn't and he's wasted so instead he jumps, startled, and tries to get up to get out of the way.... which just results in his heels sliding in the mud, so he ends up tipping backwards off the frankly quite slimy log and right into a pile of dead leaves.]

--What are you doing?!

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[Wow he has never seen his brother look so undignified.

Which would be distracting but he has to stab his sword through the head of a snake first before responding.]

What are you doing, spacing out!?

[ruinatings]

I was trying to get this awful stuff off of my--

Oh. A snake.

[He's climbing back up but his face is flushed and his gaze a little unfocused and he smells like alcohol.]

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What did you think I was--

[Well one, that's. He's going to just quietly seethe when it occurs to him Rufus thought he was coming at him with a sword. But for another Rufus is... He's never seen Rufus like this but he knows what drunk looks like. No one can spend time with Sara and not.]

You're drunk.

[ruinatings]

I may have gone a bit overboard...

[He can't deny it. Especially not when he's fumbling horribly trying to get back over the slippery log so he can sit back down, all covered in various jungle muck.]

However. It was that redheaded buffoon who kept refilling the glass.

[saddleclub]

[He shakes the snake off his sword.]

He didn't force you to keep drinking though, did he?

[The fuck is even happening.]

[ruinatings]

He kept sneaking more in.

[So sort of, but. It was harmless and funny at the time.

Now though it's left Rufus totally uncoordinated and unfiltered, so he tries a few more times to get back on the log before giving up and just draping over it, sighing dramatically.]

Oh She Who Dwells Above, curse that man and his -- infuriating charms! Look at me, befuddled and bedraggled like a common drunkard.

[saddleclub]

[Oh my god what are you adults doing together.]

You let him.

[Because clearly Rufus noticed and didn't stop him and Rufus would never be tricked so easily so it was obviously fun for Rufus.]

You can hardly pass the blame on--that man and his infuriating charms, apparently.

[ruinatings]

I can too.

[And he's going to!]

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....

[He.

What?

Is this his brother????]

[ruinatings]

[It could just be a monster made out of leaves and mud and pollen. But no it's just a messy Rufus who's going to pillow his face in his arms and maybe pass out a little right here, after mumbling and whining.]

...surely there are better ways to improve...

[saddleclub]

[Crouching next to him. ...?]

Improve...?

[It's time to try to help Rufus get to his feet.]

[ruinatings]

--Mm?

[No leave him he's too drunk to move!]

My... outlook. Or something.

[saddleclub]

Is that what you're doing?

[ruinatings]

Well it's that or resign myself to moping around for the pitiful remainder of my life--

[Oh oops. He really has no filter at all right now but he's caught himself now and he reacts with a groan, sliding back off the log to lay in the leaves.]

Nevermind.

[saddleclub]

What... What in Aidios's name are you talking about?

[Still trying to urge him to his feet, you mudmonster.]

[ruinatings]

[he's a dead weight but he can be dragged vaguely upwards]

Nevermind...

[saddleclub]

I'm not neverminding! But it can wait I suppose. You do need a bath.

[ruinatings]

I need... to sleep.

[Right! Here! This is a great spot for a nap.]

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I will carry you if I must.

[Like, he might have a hard time with that.]

[ruinatings]

You will not.

[Ughhh he's trying to get up but it's hard. He's so tired!]

[saddleclub]

You certainly can't pass out here. I won't allow it.

[ruinatings]

How bold of you.

[But he's leaning on him now which is better than lying in the mud.]

[saddleclub]

[Now Jusis is getting all muddy. Time to try to get these drunks home safely... Try, being the operating word.]

You're in no position to stop me, so you might as well cooperate.