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!!!"

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

Oh the wedding... It had been sooooo wonderful! The singing! The dancing! The decorations! And... The drinks... He himself had helped himself to quite a lot. His daughter he'd warned --with some vigorous signing and grunting-- to stay away from the liquid less she hurt herself. This was for adults and she shouldn't be hurting herself with it. Of course, he wouldn't know now whether she was drinking or not because he was quite careless at the moment. He stumbled along on his hind legs, tail dragging the ground and his body slightly slumped over as he carried a vat of the fermented liquid in his forepaws. His body was colored entirely green due to a run in with a Rainbow Starleaf tree. He hadn't meant to get it all over himself but when he saw the green pollen raining down he couldn't help but go play in it just like when he was a hatchling.

Now he went along behind Leon and after his announcement the dragon raised his head and said enthusiastically, "Rooaarraawwrr ooorraaa fraaawwboooooaarrr!?" So eloquent... Such a way with words? After his "echo" of the bear's words he gave a resolute nod of his head and headed to one side of the field. He wanted to be a team leader! But... It didn't work that way.

As it turned out walking on two legs when you were drunk was not a good idea.

The dragon ended up collapsing at one end of the field. A great green lump lying on his back with his rear paws waving in the air while he guzzled the two vases of fermented liquid. Yeah... He would just lie here. Perhaps he'd go play later but for now... Lying down felt really nice.

FOOBAR!
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Bara is a goalpost... Please use him as such, he will not move.
8/10

"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...

quintus would follow not too far behind his father, the teen would look on in curiosity and began to wonder just what the bear had in mind. an idea as to what exactly was inside the containers would eventually begin to reveal itself inside his head, just where are you going with that? sadly leon had not allowed him to even come near it for some unknown reason; the sight of everyone else partaking in the drink caused the feeling of jealousy to take shape inside of him, everyone else seemed to like it.. quintus's limbs would move at a much quicker pace to try and keep up with his sire but he would make sure to keep his distance in an attempt to not be discovered; then again those clumsy paws of his was not really helping in minimizing the amount of noise he was making. quintus would eventually notice the familiar route that his father was taking and a sudden jolt of excitement began overtaking him, "the room of stars!" the words would be yelled out of his mouth accidentally but by then the place of destination had already been reached, so instead of hiding the teen would brace himself and rush in front of his father; the target being none other than the vase in between leon's paws. standing on his hind legs, the teen's head and paws would extend forward in an attempt at finally getting a taste.

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."

Tal'at was going to standardize the first ever foobaw game and he had no idea how he felt about it. Other than he knew he was the only who who could-- mainly because he had 8 sets of eyes and his own mystical magic to make sure everything was absolutely in check.

"Excuse me please, I will referee. If it is... Suitable to you."

The bat spoke slowly as he rode his spider up to Leon and Fisher, blindly looking about at the gathering crowd. They were all quite noisy and In'am was fairly spooked by the affair, but she had handled the wedding and she could take a bit more. He promised her plenty of fish when this was over.

"In'am and I... We will watch. Insure no cheating. A fair game. A honest game."

Done speaking, his spider skittered back over to the sidelines, and he sized up the group around him with his sense of magic and his spider's own eyes.

I'M A GOOD BOY,

HECK YEA HECK YEA HECK YEA

δεξιά . κέντρο . αριστερά

KERBEROS was a VERY good boy yes he was he was the best gosh darn dog ever. He had already FORGOTTEN about the white dragon-- after all, the only dragon there now was a HUGE GREEN NOODEL and that wasn't his noodle nop no siree but don't you worry he wasn't concerned about that.

KERBEROS WAs however SOAKING with fermented RED JUICE. He had started LICKING some and then it was ALL OVER HIM somehow (don't ask him how, he doesn't remember) but he had the idea to sit over by the opposite side of the large SNAKE Thing... or was it a DRAGON??? Kerberos could not remember he was just going to be a good boy and sit right on the other side where he could mimick the other goal keep and PLAY THE VERY FUN GAME.

He had lost his BEST BUD Bones but he was sure his BUDDY was gonna have a GREAT TIME TOO SO NO WORRIES. KERBEROS was VERY HAPPY TO BE PLAYING TOO. He was such a good boy yes he was he was so excited oh my gosh what a big dumb RED DOG he was.

Oh my gosh KERBEROS was literally CLIFFORD. Not that he knew who CLIFFORD was but it was still VERY EXCITING OKAY??? Gosh why you guys gotta judge me KERBEROS is just trying to have the VERY BEST TIME... sheeshhhh.

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.

azazel was so FUXKIN HAMMERED it wasn't eVEN FUNNY. HOW DID IT HAPPEN, WH E RE DID IT GO WRONG. leon the bear went to a place and the drunk-ass birb would follow. then they were in a ROOM OF PRETTY SHIT. The bird cackled wildly and would spread his SOAKING WET AND BRIGHT RED WINGS, only to just trip and fall on a tiny fuckin rock and CRASH ONTO THE FLOOR. HE REEKED OF ALCOHOL.

this was FUN, MAYBE HE SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN. mumbling some incoherent shit, he ruffled his now NAH M8 feathers and lazily turned his head towards Lion when some ords came out of his FACE HOLE. His name was Lion, right? the drunk-ass king couldn't remember. OH WHAT WOULD GIGGLE SAY WHEN HE CAME BACK ON A HANGOVER? aza didn't care. But when the call came out. Azazel was all fuckin in.

"I'mmmmmmmm FUCKING READ FOR SOME FOOOOOOOOOOOOBAW!" and he ceremoniously kicked a rock and promptly fell over again in a heap of BIRB AND FEATHERS.

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"

@Baratheon -- just tagging you cos Macawi is talking to Bara.

Fisher, of course, was not about to let Leon and the King of Bones get away with having a romping game of FOOBAW without him. He was a tiny scrap of fur compared to Leon, but he probably had had just as much juice as the oversized buffoon and as such it was a miracle he was even coherent. But no worries, he was fairly low to the ground and his weight was spread out nicely, making it hard for him to fall over unexpectedly.

He was also a noodle. Everyone knows that noodles, even when sober, at like little wiggly tornadoes that do really dumb shit. So mix in a bit of intoxihcation and Fisher was bouncing off the walls, war dancing around the big bear and shouting out all sorts of absolute garbage. No one was safe from it, either. Nope. He was ready to win and make himself look like an absolute fool at the same time.

"LEON!!! YOU THINK YOU WON THAT RACE THAT-- THAT YOU DIDN'T TELL MEH ABOUT??? YOU'RE WRONG-- I'M THE BEST... YA FUZZY NUGGET... AND AZA'ZEL... I KNOW YOU TOOK MY GEM SO YOU COULD PREFORM YOUR GROSS BONE RITUALS ON IT... SO GUESS WHAT??"

If you've never heard a fisher cat scream, you probably never want to. It's a mix between a rabbit dying and a feral cat getting some action, suffice to say it is incredibly unpleasant and that was the precise tone he was using, all while bouncing around and crashing into every gembound on the soon to be field.

"I'M GONNA SMOKE YOU BOTH AND WHEN I'M DONE I'M GONNA TAKE YOUR WIFE, LEON, I'M GONNA TAKE HER AND I'M GONNA... LICK HER FACE... SO YEAH... GET READY, CAUSE YOU'RE GONNA GET "NOODLED" MY BRO, "NOODLED"... AND AZA'ZEL, I HOPE YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF FUR CAUSE YOU'RE GONNA BE EATING MY TAIL BY THE END OF THIS..."

Fisher rose up on to his hind legs, forepaws flailing, and as he screamed his final screech, he flopped over dramatically on to his back.

"LET'S... FUCKING PLAY SOME FOOBAW!!!"