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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>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.
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		+	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.<br> <br>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!"<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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!"<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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.
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		+	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.<br> <br>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!"<br> <br>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."
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		+	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."
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		+	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...<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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."<br> <br>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.<br> <br>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<br> <br>"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..."
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		+	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.<br> <br>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. <br> <br>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.

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Revision as of 18:02, 9 May 2014

Participants

• Angus
• Ictus
• Jera
• Rogna
• Selena
• Sven
• Sveta

Date

9/5/477

Log

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.