Snowmark great drink off - RPLOG

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Date

9/5/477

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A fine morning on the Rose Walk and all the exquisite, noble ships docked there, the seafaring craft of Firmament's and foreign wealthy alike. Today, the already famous, or perhaps notorious ship known as the Aurora is gaily decorated in a myriad of blue lanterns and Snowmark banners, awaiting challengers for Sven's impromptu contest.

A long table has been set up on deck, glasses and bottles laid out for all to see. A little way behind, crates of vodka await the opening and drinking that is expected to take place on a massive scale today.

Sven stands at the head of the table he has commandeered especially for this event. He is dressed in his finest captain's coat and has fine trousers tucked into finer boots. The coat is, of course, hanging open to show his bare, brawny chest. "Welcome Friends!" he crows, spreading his arms wide as if he would embrace all the beings who had come to this little event, "Welcome to the Aurora!" The hefty puma thrusts his chest out, putting his fists on his hips. He is quite proud of his beautiful ship. "Sven is most pleased to be sharing special shipment of the finest of Snowmark exports!" he waves to the crates of bottled vodka, "Come! Sit! Enjoy!"

Selena whistles quietly as she makes her way onto the ship, the wolfess tapping a foot on deck as she looks around. "Sven. I don't think I've seen you for a while; I suppose this explains the noise at least." She chuckles, nodding to the puma with an amused look on her face. "Well, either way... I suppose I could do with a little personal celebration too." Settling near the bottled vodka.

Jera is back in his usual ranger like garb. He's afraid to tear his lovely dresses in drunken antics, knowing full well that he planned to drink his feel today. "Good morning, Lord Snowmark." He pitches his voice back to the other day the costume gown was on, giving him a wink. He waves to Selena in greeting as he passes her.

Rogna has heard of a noble drinking contest, and feels a duty to represent his family line, preferably in a positive light. The tall heavy clan hippo adjusts his cape as he roams the rose walk towards the Aurora, greatly anticipating the activities that are going to go on in the coming hours. As he arrives he waves, saying "Hello there! I believe you have issued a contest. I would be remiss if I didn't participate on part of family during my free time." before taking a seat.

Hearing that there was a drinking contest for the nobles, and possibly feeling bored, Angus had decided to show up, grining sharply as he bowed to Sven in greeting. "Hello Sven, I heard you were hosting something fun and I didn't feel like passing up something that sounded enjoyable!"

Having heard the challenge from this 'Sven Snowmark' Ictus heads up the gangplank with Angus, he blinks at the boat and chuckles before noticing Angus bowing to the puma, "Ah, you must be Sven then?" as he bows in greeting as well, "I am Ictus Solacious, I heard you issued a challenge to the local nobles." he grins a little, "This should be fun."

Given the large number of participants today, there certainly is a lot of activity, especially amongst those who are more than willing to see nobles make a fool of themselves in public, or commoners rub shoulders with hobnobs. It's certainly drawn no shortage of curious onlookers to the waterfront - there are even dock workers and shipwrights laying down their work to take a gander.

Potato vodka. Grain vodka. You've just got to love all that liver-destroying wonderfulness just lined up for everyone, and one of the deckhands has even been so thoughtful as to provide many, many vomit buckets. This is going to be fun.

Sven laughs, a deep belly laugh as he greets his guests. "Excellent!" he crows, "We are having fine challengers!" The hefty puma bows and smiles at his various noble guests, and giving Selena a cavalier kiss on the back of the hand. He grins and returns Jera's wink and gives Angus an enthusiastic handshake before gesturing to the chairs lining the table. "Rules are simple," Sven rumbles, "We are all drinking together. One drink, one swallow. If friend cannot drink when others drink, they are disqualified and leave table." The cougar points to his stately Reindeer advisor. "Anton is being judge," he says, "If Anton says you are done, you are done, Da?" The big cat drops heavily into the large chair at the head of the table and waves to the waiting servants. "Now," he says, "Pour and we begin!"

Selena raises an eyebrow - "Nobles specifically?" She queries, looking back over at Sven amusedly. "That's a shame, if it's only for nobles, then I must not be welcome to participate." The wolfess jokes, gesturing to the seat next to her when Angus comes in. "Angus! And Rogna too? I'm surprised; next even Ictus is going to show up at this rate."

Then Ictus DOES arrive - and Selena waves for a moment, shaking her head before laughing to herself. "Well. What do you know." She murmurs. "Rogna, did you hear the news?" She asks. "Well, besides this."

Then the competition starts - "Well, I suppose that means we're starting. Not leaving any time to meet and greet, are you?" And then, it begins...

Jera salutes politely to Sven and then watches his drink being poured, wincing a little. The smell of the drink, the burning smell of almost purified alcohol and the slight medicinal flavor too. He swirls it, looking a little bit reluctant as it is. "S-Sure this isn't medicine?" He keeps one eye closed as he asks.

Rogna laughs and stands, giving Selena a nod. "Yes, good job making your point. If you'll excuse me, I believe this is not for me." he says before he departs with a wave. "I wish the underdog good luck."

Angus chuckles a bit as he takes a seat and eyes his drink. "My, this will be intresting." He turns to Selena and nods in greeting, giving her a soft smile before he looks to Sven again.

Ictus looks at the drinks curiously, he honestly prefers a good ale, and chuckles, "Alright then." he looks to Selena and chuckles at that, "Oh, just because I've been in Shralesta for a few months means I can't attend." he teases lightly before taking a seat at the table, "Alright then." he grins as he waits for the drinking to start

"Very well, then," Anton says with a sigh, and a look to Sven that says 'I'm going to tell your father about this, for all the good it will do' - will the contestants please raise their drinks for the first round. On three...two...one..."

The crowd is a little saddened by Rogna's departure - who doesn't want to see a drunk ROYAL hippo out there in the morning? - but hippos do what they want. Well, the remaining contestants should provide much in the way of hilarity.

Sven watches sadly as the royal hippo leaves his seat to join the jovial group of spectators, but then grins at the remaining beings at the table. "We are losing one competitor already!" he says, "But now contest starts!" The cougar lifts his small glass high. "Your health!" Sven cheers before tossing back his first drink and thumping the thick glass onto the table. He waves to the crowd happily. It seems that the noble feline may have already been into the bottles before the contest.

Selena holds up the glass and drinks her shot, looking back to Angus with a slight grimace. "I haven't had anything this strong for a long time." She notes, aparrently not noticing any effects at all from the drink. "Well, hopefully neither of us are going to be carrying the other home after then, hmm? I don't think Kalt would be too pleased." she chuckles as she fills her next glass. "So, Jera, what do you think of the drink?" She asks, looking over at the other fox - then promptly letting out an amused 'hmm' at the proportion of species present.

"I'll drink in your name tonight then, Rogna. And of course for you, Lord Snowmark!" Jera grins as he raises his glass. Staring at it for a bit and pondering if he should pull Left and Right out. He decides against it and just chugs the drink, letting a content sigh out as shudders run through his form. "Good, good stuff." He flashes Selena pearly whites and turns further to peer at the foxen cousins.

Angus shrugs a bit, giving Selena a slight smirk as he downs his drink rather quickly, grimacing as it burns a bit on the way down. "Heh, Kalt is probably going to be mad at me for getting in a drinking contest either way."

Ictus chuckles as he lifts his drink to Sven's, "Indeed." Then tosses it back like a champ! He winces as it burns on it's way down, but nods in agreement with Jera, "As will I, but for now... We have a contest to win." he grins a bit as he waits for the next round to be poured

Swiftly, the deckhands run over to refill glasses with practiced ease. Clearly, the poor beings are used to being called over for a refill - one can only wonder what Sven does in his spare time. The crowd down by the waterfront is just getting heated up - no one expects to be washed out in the first round, after all.

"Very well, then," Anton says as the second round is poured. "Three, two, one..."

Sven laughs heartily as his drink is refilled and he tosses it back without a thought. "Is most excellent drink, Da?" he asks those at the table. He turns and waves to Anton, who is fulfilling his duties as judge with all the gravitas of a well trained undertaker. "Anton!" he cries, "Open a cask for Sven's friends in audience too!"

Selena chuckles quietly. "I don't know if I'd call it the MOST excellent drink; it's competing against cider for that title." She wolfless chuckles, downing her next shot. "I can understand why she might get a bit annoyed at you, Angus. But you are feeling a bit better now, right? Your side should've recovered fairly well by now."

Jera stares at his new drink for a bit. His ears are burning bright red now as he chugs down the second drink in a single sip. "It's better than cider. I haven't buzzed like this in such a long while..." A weird smile crosses his face, even as he stumbles over and gives Angus a tight squeeze! "See, all better!" He chuckles.

Angus gives Selena a nod as his drink is refilled, and he tosses it back just as quickly. "Yes, my side is feeling much better." He rubs at it to prove a point, before he is snagged by Jera and squeezed, causing him to blink a little in surprise as he chuckles.

Ictus tosses back the alcohol with grace, before he laughs lightly at Sven and shakes his head, "I'm with Selena on this one, though I prefer my ales." he grins though, ears turning red as the drink buzzes through his system, "But it is pretty good." he peers at Jera curiously as he squeezes Angus and snickers a bit

The third round begins with much aplomb as the audience realises that the contestants, indeed, are starting to become more than a little buzzed. Not surprising, considering the wonderful drink of Sven's homeland is up to seventy percent proof. Even as Anton orders the third round to be brought out, bets are being made - and taken - as to who will be the last to remain standing.

Sven shows no signs that the powerful drink is having any effect on him. Though it might be hard to tell with the jovial puma. He grins and waves at the crowd, assuming that they are all cheering for him. "Round three!" the puma crows gleefully turning to the table and accidentally knocking his tumbler off the table. It does not shatter, but Sven stares at the spilled drink as the others tip back their own glasses. The puma seems wholly absorbed by the small puddle on the deck of the ship. "Huh," the hefty cat snorts, "Sven did not drink." He looks up at the other beings at the table, then his face splits in a wide grin. "Sven has lost!" he crows, standing and leaving the table to join the rowdy crowd. "Anton," He calls, removing his fine coat, "You are holding Sven's coat, da?" The big cat clambers up a little in the rigging to get the best view of the remaining contestants.

Selena takes another mouthful, unable to hold back a chuckle at the puma's failure to even hold his glass. "Well, you did get something pretty strong." She comments a little loudly, a slight blush across her face from the alcohol before she leans over to murmur something to Angus before looking back to the drinks. "...I really need to work on holding my liquor again." She quips. "I haven't had this much to drink in at least a year."

Jera clearly garners no bets, starting to hop, and do a little twirl as he walks back to his seat, his dancing half giving him the grace to stay balanced even as he flops on his chair. "He grabs his drink and then drinks it all-agbbggb*bubbling*" He narrates for himself before he flips the glass over to show how empty it is, grinning. He gives Selena a nudge with his elbow and grins. "Least you beat the foreign emissary. T-That's something to boast about." Sillier grin.

Angus starts to sway a little as his own ears turn crimson, and he eyes his glass as he picks it up and throws it back. He sways a little, nodding to Selena as he leans over to whisper something back.....until he falls over right over he lap and blinks, stumbling up before he places his glass down. "I think....I'm going to bow out....before I pass out..." He mutters to no one in particular as he stands up, and stumbles towards the crowd.

Ictus slams back round three and can't help but snicker at Sven as he loses, "Aww, such a shame..." he grins in drunken friendlyness though as he waits for round four and blinks at Selena, "Ha... Yeah, it is quite... Quite strong." he stumbles over his words a little as he tries to focus through the haze of alcohol and snickers at Jera with a nod of agreement, "Indeed!" he looks over at Angus and frowns as he drops out, "Aww."

Anton looks appropriately sour at Sven's posing, and even less enthused when the puma goes to climb up the rigging. "Sven, if you fall from there I'm going to...going to..." he doesn't have a threat that would faze the lordline, does he? With a resigned sigh, he ushers Angus away as well, and eyes the remaining contestants. "Let's continue this, then," he says as the shots are refilled once more. "Fourth round of drinks, beginning in three, two, one..."

Sven whoops and cheers along with the audience as he watches the three canines still in the game, grinning as he watches Anton lead Angus gently away from the table. The hefty puma swings gently on the rigging lines, enjoying the cooler sea breeze. Maybe there would be a brawl after. Not on the Aurora of course, his Lady might get hurt. But some of these dock workers were bound to be headed to the Pig later. . .

Selena looks back at the others, then chuckles quietly. "Well, one more I suppose." She comments as her lap is suddenly invaded by a falling fox, flushing a little more and poking the fox's nose - though it's hard to tell if it's him or the alcohol that prompts it. "You go on an' get yourself home." She slurs with a chuckle, coughing quietly and turning aside to one of the buckets for a moment, rubbing her muzzle with a slight grimace. "...Mmh. It really has been a while." She notes to nobody in particular. "Anyway. Guess that puts me out of the running too!" She notes, following the fox out after a few moments, taking a very careful hold of the doorframe to steady herself as she exits.

"Tell him you'll throw away the drinks, my good sir. I'm sure that would work! G-Give it all to me *hic*" Jera offers cheerily to Anton and laughs before gagging down his next drink and watching Angus be dragged away and Selena crumble after. This one barely fazes him as much as it should, though he's wobbling a little bit now as he stands. "W-was the ship always moving this much?" He keeps his hands pressed to his side and laughs again, this time the breathless fox sounding more like he's speaking each laugh out loud.

Ictus snickers drunkenly before he eyes his drink, swaying a bit as he downs it in one gulp! Then... Then he looks a little green! Then red... Then green again! He shakes his head and coughs, over a bucket thankfully, but doesn't quite toss his cookies, "I... I'mma out..." as he tries to stand, mostly successfully, and sways his way to the sidelines!

"Aand the winner is Jera!" Anton exlaims with all the enthusiasm he can muster, the crowd going wild, perhaps due to sheer intertia. "Please, accept your prize, since Lord Snowmark is a little too indisposed to give it to you himself. And Sven, after you do sober up, we're going to need to have a little talk..."