[OPEN LOG] Turkey Testicle Festival Open Mingle!

[marmoron]

Who: Everyone!
When: Post-Thanksgiving Weekend
Where: Bottoms Up Bar and Tavern
Summary: The annual Turkey Testicle Festival returns to a local Gloucester bar with special events including a turkey testicle eating competition, live music, karaoke … and some unexpected spooks and slaughter themed hallucinations
Warnings: Please put appropriate content warnings in your top levels! General warnings include:
For the festival: Alcohol
For the opt-in aftermath: Slaughterhouses, blood, implied animal cruelty, industrialized slaughter, tactile/auditory/visual hallucinations

Welcome to the Annual Turkey Testicle Festival!

It’s that beloved time of the year, folks! All across the United States, several towns host a much lauded festival called the Turkey Testicle Festival and lucky you, Gloucester just so happens to be one of those special towns that pay tribute to the full glory of the humble turkey. Fliers for the event hosted by the Bottoms Up Bar and Tavern can be seen all around town advertising the momentous occasion. See you there!

Dining & Drinking

Bottoms Up serves up classic American bar foods and offers a wide selection of local beers as well as hard liquors for anyone who wants to get their drink on. Just be sure to provide some kind of ID. Or get someone else to get you a drink -- it’s a party, the bartenders won’t ask so long as you don’t get them in direct trouble. But let’s be real, why are you here eating nachos and chicken wings when you could be eating….

The Balls

Ah yes, the crown jewels of the event, who could forget? Breaded and deep fried to golden brown, crispy perfection these balls are just bursting with flavor! Served with your choice of hot sauce for some spice or creamy white sauce, these delectables are said to taste just like chicken nuggets.

Dare to find out.

Or better yet, join the turkey testicle eating contest! Win glorious prizes such as a twenty dollar gift card to Walmart or a CD signed by Sense of Evan. Please, they have so many CDs nobody seems to want…

Live Music

Looks like a local band is playing for part of the festival. For better or for worse, “Sense of Evan” are a cover and playing all the best meme hits from the likes of Evanescence, Avril Lavigne, Nickelback amongst others. Come jam out to the music, make merry with other festival attendees. Or maybe you’ll just be hanging out by the wall wondering how could this happen to me…..

Karaoke

But just because the live band’s done playing, doesn’t mean the music stops. Nope. Bottoms Up staff have dredged up a karaoke machine! Now it’s your turn to show off your singing chops and wow the crowd! Or conversely break a few eardrums. It’s all in good fun, right?

The Aftermath

…Or maybe it wasn’t all just in good fun after all?

For those who attended the festival , they may wake up the next day with some unwanted side effects. It might start out subtle — the odd sound of a conveyor belt moving along, the occasional electric shock by your neck. Weird bodily and auditory sensations that seem to flit in and out from an entirely different place. But as the day progresses, these strange occurrences seem to become stronger, clearer until the hallucinations really kick in.

Visions of yourself trapped in a steel pen, along with so many others all waiting to be pushed onto a conveyor belt. Perhaps you’re sharing the hallucination with others you recognize, perhaps you’re meant to work together to escape the seemingly endless line of slaughter and industrialized death. One way or another, these hallucinations will last a full day before they gradually taper off in intensity.

Notes:

• The after effects are purely opt-in. You do not have to play with any Slaughter themed elements if your character attends the festival.
• For the slaughterhouse hallucinations, feel free to go ham with the set up. Be as horrible to your characters as you like, please just warn with the appropriate content warnings.
• As per the mod’s notes, characters who choose to investigate Bottom’s Up following this incident, they'll find that the grocery store had a mix-up in their meat order and got something that came off of one of Sable's shipments. The grocery store's usual seller came up short and just bought up what they could find on short notice to cover the holiday rush.

Comments

[marmoron]

[ the kiss ends and even though keith is the one to end it, it's over too soon and the aftershock of crossed lines hits like a truck in the time he pulls away just far enough to look at his best friend. it shouldn't make that much of a difference. between kissing shiro's cheek and his mouth, that is. socially sure, a kiss on the lips carries extra weight and meaning, but ultimately it's the same gesture, same set of motions -- natural. not that telling himself this actually does anything to settle the heady rush of his heart, but it's enough to keep him standing in place rather than fighting the hold shiro has on his hips to scurry back into his room.

maybe by tomorrow in the light of day, the giddiness will settle into something different, but right now, he feels impossibly, irrationally happy, looking at his best friend still there, still dutifully keeping his eyes closed and asking him to stay. ]

You said I belong here. [ the words come out just as quiet, but there's conviction to his voice that makes it clear this is fact, not a question or a gentle reminder. thumbs brush skin, tracing the outline of shiro's lower lip. ] With you. [ a deep breath, then reluctantly keith takes his hands away from shiro's cheeks, dragging hands slowly, carefully down to his friends's houlders where he pushes, encouraging shiro to lie down on his bed. ] So you should hold me until I fall asleep tonight.

[earthshine]

[ yes, how will this look in the morning? they’ve been through this once before, with a very tipsy keith using shiro as a mattress and drooling all over his chest. so perhaps this will be a been there, done that kind of scenario and come morning, they’ll be able to laugh off any awkwardness, just as they had at the bonfire. unlikely, but it’s good to hope. not that shiro is doing that bare minimum here.

he’s very much in the here and now, with little to no perception of what will happen in the next hour, the next two, three onto eight when he opens his eyes to a splitting headache, only made worse by the realization that he drunkenly crossed a line and took something that can’t be given back. consequence is a foreign concept at present and instead, shiro is sweet and docile, so ensnared by keith’s quiet reaffirmations that he has no resistance left in him.

keith pushes and shiro goes down easily. he lets go of keith’s hips as he leans back and it’s only then, when his back hits the mattress, that he cracks open his eyes to half-mast. his smile is lazy, yet so welcoming; the spread of his arms only adds to that wordless come here. together, it takes some time and some shifting about, but eventually, keith’s boots are off, coat tossed aside and the two of them lying on the bed properly, heads nestled on one shared pillow.

the comforter – which still harbors the faded stains of pizza sauce despite shiro’s numerous efforts to scrub them out – is underneath them. they’re still mostly clothed ( and will surely look rumbled and horrible come morning ) and it’s warm enough in the apartment for them to forgo the sheets. besides, with shiro turned on his side toward keith and raising an arm for keith to scoot under… they’ll be toasty the whole night through.

settling in, shiro’s eyelids grow heavy almost instantaneously to the feeling of keith nestling in close to his chest. they fit together pretty well, don’t they? half-aware of his own inner musings, shiro quirks a smile and then gives into a yawn, tightening his arm to secure keith in close, from the tuck of his face down to the tangling of their feet. ]

Goodnight, Keith. [ his eyes haven’t quite slipped closed and they won’t either, because there’s a huff and a cheeky retort. something about shiro trying to extort another kiss and that he really shouldn’t receive one since he forgot the sir. but before shiro can even try to reason his way into why keith is just as good as sir, keith makes the executive decision to make an exception.

it’s just as good as the first. better even, because this time, he has keith tucked into all the empty spots of his body. feels a little like being complete. as before though, it’s little more than a dragged out peck and once the connection breaks, shiro sighs and smiles. one last goodnight on keith’s part and then it’s a short while before they drop off for sleep. come morning, preconceived expectations may come into play and muddle up what should be so easy to see, understand and accept… but for now, being together is natural and does feel right. hopefully they’ll be able to remember at least that much. ]