[7rings] catchall for mollymauk

[shiftingwinds]

shitpost to come when i know more about molly

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[shiftingwinds]

Really? It's actually a little weaker here than I'm used to.

[she shrugs]

But this is a good opportunity, isn't it? Get used to how strong it is here, and then when you go back, you'll be able to drink anyone under the table.

[headmt]

Hey now, I could already do that. I even won a drinking contest recently! I got a prize and everything.

[Hey, listen, where’s she sitting? Just coming over to plonk himself next to her.]

Do you want to have a contest right now?

[shiftingwinds]

[she's just sitting on the ground by the harp! nothing fancy.

but at the suggestion, she smiles.]

Why not? That sounds fun.

[headmt]

Either one of us who wins has indulged in feeling like a champion, and the loser has had charming company in the meantime. There’s no downsides.

[Just getting comfortable right next to her, tail curling around behind her. Like the move you do with a date where you sort of pretend to slide your arm around their shoulders by stretching. He thinks, tapping his chin.]

Alright. Hard questions. If you don’t want to answer, you drink a full glass. First one to not be able to keep it down loses.

[shiftingwinds]

We're indulging in a good time and in each other's company - I don't see any problems here.

[...although it sounds like they might need to stock up on some more alcohol for this game! she seems comfortable enough even as his tails curls around her. it's fine.]

That sounds fair enough. All right, bring it on.

[headmt]

Great!

[Pouring the glasses again. Very full.]

I’ll go first then. Tell me about your monster.

[shiftingwinds]

[she makes a face, but it's not like this is the first time she's talked about it, so! here we go. too bad she's not despair, this could totally count as sharing a tragic backstory.]

It's a parasitic ghost from my homeland known as a Venerable of Empty Words - or a Jinx Monster. It latches onto someone and curses them repeatedly. If they manage to avoid the worst of it the first few times, it'll keep at it until they give up and kill themselves.

[rude ghost, really! she almost wants to drink just talking about it.]

Tell me about yours?

[headmt]

A ghost? Oh. I can help you with that. I get my swords back and it’ll be lickety split. Wish granted!

[He sounds confident but that seems? Awful? Sorry. At the question he pauses. He may have entered this game knowing he was almost certain to lose, but that’s half the fun, isn’t it. Raising the glass like he’s going to drink, then he lowers it.]

A dead fucker.

[Then he raises the glass back and drains it with a cough.



Down it stays for the time being.]

Do you think you deserve to win here more than anyone else?

[shiftingwinds]

I could blast it away if I could see it, but...

[s i g h s! it's a tricky ghost.

but, hm! she's not expecting him to down the entire glass, but hey, she gets it. some things are harder to talk about than others. at any other canonpoint, she might have been more closed-lipped about her problem, too.

so she just gives him a sympathetic look.]

...I hope yours is easily dealt with once this is all over.

[as for the question... she actually stops to think about it.]

I don't know about more than anyone else, really. But it doesn't necessarily have to be about deserving it more than the others, does it? In theory, if we all keep indulging, we should all be able to get what we want.

[and speaking of...]

Have you indulged with anyone else here so far?

[headmt]

I don’t disagree! There’s no reason to believe we all won’t walk out of here, wishes in hand.

But that isn’t the question. The question is do you think you deserve it more?

[shiftingwinds]

...

[hmm.

she frowns a little, then chugs her glass.]

[headmt]

Ah. This was a bad game.

[He frowns too.]

Look - sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was make someone feel bad. For what it’s worth, I think you do deserve it. Everyone does. I haven’t heard a bad reason so far. I’m just drunk and awful.

[ . . . ]

And to answer your question, if you’re asking if I’ve fucked anyone, the answer is yes.

[shiftingwinds]

No - it's okay. Maybe I shouldn't have come here? It was getting dealt with already. I just wanted to deal with it before someone I care about got hurt. But he's here too, so maybe it's a good thing I came here! Now I can help him get what he wants...

[she's just rambling. she's not even that drunk, she just talks a lot.]

I don't think you're awful. Drunk, maybe.

[she chuckles.]

...was it any good?

[headmt]

A little awful. You absolutely don’t have to justify yourself to me of all people, I promise.

[Honestly, the reason he keeps pushing is the parallels are fucking unreal and it’s freaking him out.]

I think I just— . . . We all have our own reasons for taking a deal like this. It doesn’t matter what I do or don’t think about it. I don’t want to have to be the judge of that at all, weigh anything against anyone. I suppose that’s my point.

[He just taps the glass with a nail.]

Your questions are getting too easy. I’ll tell you anything you want to know about that. It was middle of the road, so far. But sex is like . . . cake. Even if it isn’t excellent cake, it’s still cake. It’s good unless it’s very bad.

[Then:]

And yourself? Indulged with anyone else?

[shiftingwinds]

Point taken.

[she smiles, and since they've both downed their drinks already, reaches for the bottle to refill their glasses. this is her comfort booze.]

I'd rather not think about who deserves it most or who might not - I'd rather focus on doing what I can to get what I came here for, and if I can help others get what they want while I'm at it, why not, right?

[hmm. that's one way of describing sex, anyway, but she nods.]

There's someone I know from back home that I think you'd get along with. [as for his question...] I haven't, yet, but it's just a matter of time.

[given that there's a pretty heavy emphasis on sex here! ah, well, if it's all in good fun and it has a reason...]

Let's see... anyone you've got your eye on?

[is she thinking she'll wingman? yeah. she's a moron.]

[headmt]

Right. Your wisdom strikes true again. And to me, that means you absolutely made the right choice to come here. You want to make it better for everyone. I think that’s enough.

[ . . . ]

Good question.

[He gives her a wink and then

downs the glass.

He looks very queasy now though.]

[shiftingwinds]

[sir?? sir.

she looks like about to say something, but that queasiness has her a little concerned, so she reaches over and rubs his back. there, there.]

Should we get you some water...?

[headmt]

[Just putting his head between his knees for a second, coughing a bit.]

Oh gods. You’ve definitely bested me, I’m afraid.

[shiftingwinds]

[yikes. oh dear. she pats his back once, then starts to get up.]

Hang tight. I'll get you something to help.

[she is the tiniest bit unsteady on her feet (since she's been drinking a lot), but she's also very used to being drunk, so she's able to deal with it?

anyway if he doesn't stop her, she'll head off to the kitchen to seek out something non-alcoholic for him.]

[headmt]

[Oh!! Well. If she’s leaving, he just.

Absolutely has passed out by the time she gets back, curled up on the floor apparently perfectly comfortable. Just sleeping it off, it’s fine.]

[shiftingwinds]

[sIR.

anyway when she comes back she's absolutely going to try to feed him the suanzaoren and gegen soup cure and also some water but you know what, this seems like a good place to wrap it so we can do stuff for monday.]