ORIGIN

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOBAW!!
So in the spirit of Thanksgiving and All Things American (which I am not, but I can respect another nation's weird and over-the-top traditions if it means getting wildly and inappropriately hammered and yelling at things) we're going to have ourselves a fun little football game! However, this isn't just any regular football game - this is Drunk Football. Disclaimer: If this concept makes you uncomfortable, by all means avoid participating! We won't force anybody to participate!

The way this is going to work is basically a watered down version of football: there will be 2 teams with a wide playing space and goals on either end. The team in control of the ball will have to advance it down to the opposing goalpost in order to score without being interrupted by the other team. The other team can interrupt the offensive team by tackling them or stealing the ball. Except everyone has had some of that tasty sizzerp, so they're a little tipsy. This means that in order to make an action (ex. tackling, stealing the ball, scoring a goal), you must roll Physical Combat or Other. The result of your roll will determine whether or not the action succeeds.

In depth game rules will be posted at the start of the game. For now, everybody that wants to participate must post by November 7th, at which point they will be sorted into 2 teams: Team Leon and Team @Fisher (sorry Shaf, he was nominated). If they aren't participating in the game, please specify their position (Cheerleader, Ref, etc). Note: we're only allowing a maximum of 2 refs.

Addendum: Apparently this takes place right after the wedding. Characters who have been drinking at the wedding afterparty will probably be following Leon and Makyna to Orion as they move the festivities in order to play FOOBAW! Anybody can join this game, even if they weren't at the wedding.

There was still a considerable amount of fermented juice left after they kicked off the wedding party, which the bear considered somewhat of a surprise. Then again, once everybody had a taste of it, the attention seemed to shift from drinking it to partying - which ended up leaving some left over while everybody distracted themselves dancing and singing. Now, Leon knew very well the effects of this special brew and he didn't necessarily want it hanging around Maji Walezi. Not only was it a highly valuable substance, it was also very dangerous. He didn't trust it to be consumed by younger Gembounds that were inexperienced and prone to risk-taking or general danger. He definitely didn't want it around for when he and Makyna's children popped out. But he didn't want to waste it, so... the only option was to take the party somewhere else.

Obviously.

As he hauled all of it to Orion, the bear had devised a game that could facilitate the consumption of their party juice. All the fun of the wedding was rather addicting, and he was certain that if given the opportunity, everybody would probably follow along so they could join in the fun and games. They kept the juice in some of the old stone vases they had found in the tunnels - after (carefully) hauling them to Pisces and washing them out, they made great containers. They had fermented some fruits and then mashed them all up, turning them into a wet, pulpy slurry, then drained them. The pulp tasted rather awful, but the resulting liquid had a bit of a bitter tang to it with some rather interesting results. Thus, they had used it as a party device for the wedding.

Now, the bear was dragging the vases back through the tunnels into Orion. The game he had in mind required a wide open space, and Orion was probably the closest he could find aside from Polaris. He knew, though, a large gathering of Gembounds would probably attract golems. So Orion it was. With everything finally in place, Leon settled two large vases down and plopped onto his rump. A third vase was situated between his paws, and he'd already startled slurping the drink up. By now, the bear was feeling pretty giddy. A childish giggle broke through his maw before he tilted his head back and burst out, "WHO WANTS TO PLAY SOME FOOBAW!!!"

Clover had had, well, perhaps a little bit of that bitter drink to swallow during the wedding, and she was just having so much fun! She never wanted this night to end! She was barely aware that she was giggling as she swayed and followed the train of gems to further festivities, Bartos safely on her back. Which was good! She didn't want her clever cat to leave- (here she hiccuped) leave her alone.

"You better n-not leave me, kitten, you hear?" She said, her voice slightly slurred around the edges, and full of affection. "Mine mine mine mine," She continued saying the word over and over till it gathered a sing-song quality to it and she mixed up the vowel in the middle. But by then, she had reached the grand opening that was to be where the game would be held, and she safely stood on the sidelines, prepared to watch as it unfolded.

Perhaps she would cheer on the game? She giggled, thinking on making lovely light shows to dance upon the starry night sky. If she could even cast them, that is. She laughed more at herself, thinking the notion hilarious.

"We shall cheer them all on together, hmm, my kitten?" She smiled lazily, in ridiculously high humor. Vaguely in the back of her mind she knew it would end, but that wasn't important.

"This is how I speak."

Everything was really wobbly, and he had forgotten really what he was here for in the first place. The last thing he remembered was running up to Clover and bumping into her, then sitting with her through the duration of the wedding. He could remember that it took a while; there was a lot of talking, and everybody was staring reverently at the big bear and the beautiful lioness, and they started crying and then did some magic to bond them, and Bartos decided that that was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to do with Clover (she'd probably love it, lets be real). Then the ceremony ended and they started breaking out the snacks and a strange bitter liquid that Bartos had thought smelled horrible, but everybody was drinking it and he didn't want to be a lame nerd, so he started, and now he was here.

Whatever happened in between, he couldn't really remember. If he said anything embarrassing to Clover, it was out of his mind now - he had faded out when they left Pisces, and now he was riding on the doe's back, blinking back into groggy existence at the sound of her voice. He blinked, opening his eyes wide as he struggled to understand her words. "Wuh-why would I ever-" The cat stammered, for the first time (well, maybe like the tenth as of tonight) speaking before allowing his mind to mull over his words first. "I won't ever!" He added, sluggishly lifting his head and trying to look at her, only he was looking at the back of her head, and there was like... five of them.

She started rattling off mine, mine, mine and after a moment the cat grinned, straightening up slightly. "Miiine mine mine mine mine~" He sang alongside her, not really understanding the depth of her claim. In the process, he had managed to lose his balance and sway, nearly falling off her back before catching himself and bursting out laughing. They she suddenly stopped, and he figured that this was where they were going to do whatever it was they were doing. He wasn't really paying attention. "What's goin' on?" Bartos slurred, inching further forward so that he nestled his gem into the alcove between her shoulders, as though the space was made just for him. Craning his neck, he extended his head up to Clover's ear from behind, instantly forgetting his question and giggling as he made an attempt to nibble on it.

Randomly wandering once again, it seemed. Had she been to Orion before? She had such a good memory most of the time, but for some reason she could not remember if she had ever looked upon the starry sky of this place, or seen its crumbling ruins. It was a great place to go looking for little trinkets, and boy did she love her trinkets! Ever since she had received her ancient headdress from Totum, which she now wore constantly, she was always on the lookout for more things to add to her collection of goodies. But her idea of scouting the area for something of interest was cut short as a loud shout echoed throughout the buildings and bounced off the ceiling.

Foobaw? What in the Cave was foobaw? She didn’t care, but she definitely wanted in! It involved playing, and playing was her specialty! She charged towards the voice, or where she thought the voice might have come from. Soon enough her nose told her where a lot of other Gembounds were collecting, and among them, she recognized the scent of… Her Dragon Friend! She doubled her speed, tongue lolling out of her mouth, and called out, “Macawi wants to play! What is foobaw? No, never mind! Dragon Friend! Macawi smells you!”

She ran past a bunch of others, over to the massive white Dragon – who was now… green? Why was he green? Come to think of it, why did everyone smell so… fermented? She gave her dragon friend a tentative sniff. He reeked of the stuff, whatever it was. Ew. “Hello, friend!” she greeted cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was completely intoxicated and probably incapable of forming a response. “What is going on? Do you know? What is foobaw?” The bubbly coyote wagged her tail and sat down next to her friend’s leg, brushing up against it in a friendly manner.


"Speech"