Thaddeus gave an amiable shrug, already knowing he would have to drink but curious as to what Mai thought of the story. He was pleased that Mai knew and apparently cared who John Lennon was, at least, and he gave her a warm smile. Determined to make a good showing, he opened the indicated bottle and filled the largest glass to the rim, then pulled it closer, careful not to spill a drop as he lifted it.
“To better stories.”
He was fairly certain that if he tasted the sake once he would only be less inclined to do it again; better to knock it all back at once and hope for the best. He did just that, managing to set down the glass before looking up at the sky, trying not to grimace at the burning in his throat and refusing to allow his eyes to water more than strictly necessary.
After the worst had passed and he had time to reflect on how he had no business playing a drinking game, he brought his attention back to the table, where the die was once again being cast. Smiling slightly at the outcome, he looked to Dawn, wondering what she might do to make them laugh.
Drinking Game (Upper Balcony) No longer an event thread!
Mai entered onto the balcony carrying a carved polished wooden box and being followed by one of the maids.
"The table is to be here."
She waited as the maid moved the low table out towards the center of the balcony and then set down the box and pulled out a wooden board. On this she placed six black lacquered and painted wooden cups of various sizes starting with the size of a normal glass and going down to something slightly smaller than a shot glass. Then she set down a carved wooden dice on the table and began placing large red floor cushions around the table with the maid's help.
Once it was done she simply needed Rupert to bring something to fill the cups. Kneeling on one of the cushions, Mai tucked the edges of her red kimono beneath her and waited for the others to arrive.
The purpose of the old drinking games in Asia was to teach people moderation with drinking and that it was not necessary to drink to excess in order to enjoy the festivities. Most Anantya behaved well but alcohol had a way of bringing out the worst in some people. Mai hoped that this game would entertain some of those waiting for Fallon while keeping down the number of drinks they consumed. After all, the point of the game was to not have to drink.
((OOC: If you join this thread then you are joining the drinking game. This is how it will work. I will use a random dice roller to give each person their dice roll and task in the name of quickness and fairness. (you'll just have to trust me, muahhaha) and then each person will have to perform their task to the satisfaction of the other players in the game. You will vote by sending me a PM or IM with your answer. If the person successfully performs their task then they do not have to drink. If they do not, then they have to take a drink. If you have any questions then you may PM me on [color=red]Alfarinn[/color] or IM me)
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
Damn...library can knock that shit back. Nice.
Raising her eyebrows at Mai's declaration, Dawn looked at the cup. It was as good as hers. Hell, did she even KNOW any fuckin' jokes? Thinking back, she tried to come up with something - she'd seen a lot of funny shit in her days, and HEARD a lot of funny shit, but would any of it make an English stiff with a library and a Japanese undead warrior woman laugh?
Yeah, she was pretty much screwed.
No...waitaminute. That one might work. Smiling, she adapted it to the crowd.
Okokokok...so I was walking down this street one time, mindin my own bizness for a change, when I see this guy walkin down the other way. It was pretty quiet out, like, so I got a good look at him as he's walking up. So I am all, he looks familiar, right? And so I am walkin towards him and I realize, holy shit, that's Mao Zedong! But something was funny about him. I realized that his head was on backward. So I walk up to him and I say, hey! You're Chairman Mao, aren't you? And he's all like, yeah, yeah I am. And I'm all like, hey, Mao, can I get your autograph? You're like hella famous! So he signs his autograph for me, and I take it because that's gotta be worth something to someone. So I was about to leave, but then I had to ask. So I turned back to him as he was walkin away and I said, hey, Mao, your head is on backwards. And he said, yeah, well, you know. And then he walked away.
Dawn was betting the farm on this one - either they'd get it and chuckle, miss it and frown, or get it and be offended. She didn't think the latter, so she waited hopefully for any quiet chuckles.
Raising her eyebrows at Mai's declaration, Dawn looked at the cup. It was as good as hers. Hell, did she even KNOW any fuckin' jokes? Thinking back, she tried to come up with something - she'd seen a lot of funny shit in her days, and HEARD a lot of funny shit, but would any of it make an English stiff with a library and a Japanese undead warrior woman laugh?
Yeah, she was pretty much screwed.
No...waitaminute. That one might work. Smiling, she adapted it to the crowd.
Okokokok...so I was walking down this street one time, mindin my own bizness for a change, when I see this guy walkin down the other way. It was pretty quiet out, like, so I got a good look at him as he's walking up. So I am all, he looks familiar, right? And so I am walkin towards him and I realize, holy shit, that's Mao Zedong! But something was funny about him. I realized that his head was on backward. So I walk up to him and I say, hey! You're Chairman Mao, aren't you? And he's all like, yeah, yeah I am. And I'm all like, hey, Mao, can I get your autograph? You're like hella famous! So he signs his autograph for me, and I take it because that's gotta be worth something to someone. So I was about to leave, but then I had to ask. So I turned back to him as he was walkin away and I said, hey, Mao, your head is on backwards. And he said, yeah, well, you know. And then he walked away.
Dawn was betting the farm on this one - either they'd get it and chuckle, miss it and frown, or get it and be offended. She didn't think the latter, so she waited hopefully for any quiet chuckles.
Mai
18 years ago
Mai listened in calm expectation to Dawn's joke. Mao Zedong was walking down a street... The girl was disrespectful to authority. Mai smiled. Sometimes authority needed to be disrespected, however, the man had good goals. It was the execution of those goals that was truly questionable and better solutions could be used.
His head was on backwards? Odd. This was a joke so that must be part of the joke. It had yet to strike her as particularly amusing. She wanted his autograph... Mai wondered if Dawn could read hanji and thought that would be a good question to ask. It seemed to her that the girl had lost her Asian way and was drifting along in American thinking.
The end of the joke was her telling Mao Zedong that his head was on backwards. Would he not have known? He seems to have known from her statement. Why would you point out a physical defect? Calling attention to such a thing was the height of rudeness.
She frowned in confusion, perhaps Thaddeus understood the point more than she did, but it did not matter, the rule was everyone had to laugh.
Mai silently slid the cup towards Dawn and then folded her hands in her lap to await her next turn.
His head was on backwards? Odd. This was a joke so that must be part of the joke. It had yet to strike her as particularly amusing. She wanted his autograph... Mai wondered if Dawn could read hanji and thought that would be a good question to ask. It seemed to her that the girl had lost her Asian way and was drifting along in American thinking.
The end of the joke was her telling Mao Zedong that his head was on backwards. Would he not have known? He seems to have known from her statement. Why would you point out a physical defect? Calling attention to such a thing was the height of rudeness.
She frowned in confusion, perhaps Thaddeus understood the point more than she did, but it did not matter, the rule was everyone had to laugh.
Mai silently slid the cup towards Dawn and then folded her hands in her lap to await her next turn.
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
Sighing, Dawn took the cup. Looks like she chose poorly. Nodding to Thaddeus, assuming it part of the game, she toasted as well.
To learning more about one's family.
Eying the glass, she frowned at herself and slugged it in the fashion of Thaddeus, but without the heavenward glance at the end. Odd. It was strange to her that she felt like she'd failed at something when she was rewarded with drink! This game was messing a bit with her head. Was that Mai's point? Could the Elder have predicted that she was going to play? Quite possibly, but conspiracy theories were silly, especially when blondie drank first. She was making a decent showing for being the stranger, here.
Now, the dice passed back to Mai.
To learning more about one's family.
Eying the glass, she frowned at herself and slugged it in the fashion of Thaddeus, but without the heavenward glance at the end. Odd. It was strange to her that she felt like she'd failed at something when she was rewarded with drink! This game was messing a bit with her head. Was that Mai's point? Could the Elder have predicted that she was going to play? Quite possibly, but conspiracy theories were silly, especially when blondie drank first. She was making a decent showing for being the stranger, here.
Now, the dice passed back to Mai.
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Thaddeus raised one eyebrow as Dawn went through her joke, curious as to where this was going. When she trailed off he was still waiting for the punch line, and realized too late that he had apparently missed it. He went through the joke in his memory as best he could, trying to locate the humor, but realized as Mai pushed the glass toward Dawn that he was far too late.
He did, however, offer an apologetic little shrug to his clanmate.
Dawn seemed to handle the sake with a shade more expertise than Thaddeus, though he didn’t claim to be an expert. He gave a slight smile at her toast, thinking that she had captured the spirit of the game quite nicely.
He turned to Mai along with Dawn, wondering what the next roll would bring, and the motion served as a reminder of the healthy shot of sake he had consumed not too long ago.
He did, however, offer an apologetic little shrug to his clanmate.
Dawn seemed to handle the sake with a shade more expertise than Thaddeus, though he didn’t claim to be an expert. He gave a slight smile at her toast, thinking that she had captured the spirit of the game quite nicely.
He turned to Mai along with Dawn, wondering what the next roll would bring, and the motion served as a reminder of the healthy shot of sake he had consumed not too long ago.
Mai
18 years ago
Mai rolled the die and then pondered the answer. Raising her eyebrows at it a moment, she explained to the others.
"I am to sing a song or drink from this cup."Â?
Pointing the smallest cup on the board, she smiled. It was considered by some to be the most embarrassing thing to do and therefore warranted the smallest penalty for not accomplishing the task. Mai had never thought of expressing herself through sound to be humiliating. It had been at one time her only reliable means of communication.
But what to sing?
Remembering a tune that she heard on the streets a few years ago, Mai thought that it would be a fun choice to sing. It was very catchy and she sat listening to a street musician play it and others for several nights until she learned the words to the songs he sung so that she could carry them with her to sing for herself later.
Standing up, she smiled at her audience and then began her version of the song, not so deeply pitched as the original, but passable, none the less.
" You know I can be found
Sittin' home all alone
If you can't come around
At least please telephone
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Baby, if I made you mad
Somethin' I might have said
Please forget my past
The future looks bright ahead
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
Baby, it's still you I'm thinkin' of, mmm
Don't stop thinkin' of me
Don't make me feel this way
Come on, let me hear you love me
You know what I want you to say
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Why should we be apart
I really love you, baby
Cross my heart
Let's walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do
Then you'll know you'll have me
And I know that I'll have you
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
Baby it's still you I'm thinkin' of
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
Baby, it's still you I'm thinkin' of"Â?
Bowing slightly to the group, Mai sat down and waited for the reaction to the song. Her thoughts drifted off to those nights perched on the ledge of a nearby building. Realizing, after watching several people toss coins into a nearby hat that the man was an entertainer by trade, Mai felt it honourable to show her appreciation for his music.
The following morning found her digging through some of the chests in her room looking for suitable payment. Normally she did not keep money and found no need for it. There were some though that she kept for sentimental value or that she simply found pretty enough to hold on to.
Once she had found the shiny metal disks, She went back the next night and approached the musician.
She bowed in greeting and then gave him a smile.
"Domo Arigato, suki desu."
Dropping the four golden dabloons in the hat, Mai hoped that they would still be worth something in this time and were considered a suitable gift. He had disappeared not long after that and she hoped that he was well. Musicians were sometimes not appreciated on the streets.
"I am to sing a song or drink from this cup."Â?
Pointing the smallest cup on the board, she smiled. It was considered by some to be the most embarrassing thing to do and therefore warranted the smallest penalty for not accomplishing the task. Mai had never thought of expressing herself through sound to be humiliating. It had been at one time her only reliable means of communication.
But what to sing?
Remembering a tune that she heard on the streets a few years ago, Mai thought that it would be a fun choice to sing. It was very catchy and she sat listening to a street musician play it and others for several nights until she learned the words to the songs he sung so that she could carry them with her to sing for herself later.
Standing up, she smiled at her audience and then began her version of the song, not so deeply pitched as the original, but passable, none the less.
" You know I can be found
Sittin' home all alone
If you can't come around
At least please telephone
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Baby, if I made you mad
Somethin' I might have said
Please forget my past
The future looks bright ahead
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
Baby, it's still you I'm thinkin' of, mmm
Don't stop thinkin' of me
Don't make me feel this way
Come on, let me hear you love me
You know what I want you to say
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Why should we be apart
I really love you, baby
Cross my heart
Let's walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do
Then you'll know you'll have me
And I know that I'll have you
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
Baby it's still you I'm thinkin' of
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true
I don't want no other love
Baby, it's still you I'm thinkin' of"Â?
Bowing slightly to the group, Mai sat down and waited for the reaction to the song. Her thoughts drifted off to those nights perched on the ledge of a nearby building. Realizing, after watching several people toss coins into a nearby hat that the man was an entertainer by trade, Mai felt it honourable to show her appreciation for his music.
The following morning found her digging through some of the chests in her room looking for suitable payment. Normally she did not keep money and found no need for it. There were some though that she kept for sentimental value or that she simply found pretty enough to hold on to.
Once she had found the shiny metal disks, She went back the next night and approached the musician.
She bowed in greeting and then gave him a smile.
"Domo Arigato, suki desu."
Dropping the four golden dabloons in the hat, Mai hoped that they would still be worth something in this time and were considered a suitable gift. He had disappeared not long after that and she hoped that he was well. Musicians were sometimes not appreciated on the streets.
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
Singing - Mai got the other fun one. Dawn's miming thing was pretty neat, but the singing one was cool, too. The poetry and storytelling and joke ones were hard - Thaddeus had gotten roughest of the rolls. Cocking her head, it took Dawn a minute to recognize the lyrics from something her mom used to listen to. She didn't know who it was, but it was at a tempo that was contrasted to its content - upbeat and happy despite the saccharin sweet sentiments and sappy consistency. That was all good.
Ignoring the music for a moment, Dawn pondered the fact that she was here, in Nachton, with the Elder of the Hunt and said Elder was singing a love song to...to no specific person (was that really true, though? Dawn didn't know if Mai had a lover or not - hell, it could be Thaddeus for all she knew, though their dynamic seemed very different from that...) because of a roll of the dice in a drinking game.
Ok, immortality just fucking rules.
As Mai concluded her song and bowed, Dawn clapped happily.
Dude! My mam usedta lissen that! Rock! No sake for you!
Ignoring the music for a moment, Dawn pondered the fact that she was here, in Nachton, with the Elder of the Hunt and said Elder was singing a love song to...to no specific person (was that really true, though? Dawn didn't know if Mai had a lover or not - hell, it could be Thaddeus for all she knew, though their dynamic seemed very different from that...) because of a roll of the dice in a drinking game.
Ok, immortality just fucking rules.
As Mai concluded her song and bowed, Dawn clapped happily.
Dude! My mam usedta lissen that! Rock! No sake for you!
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Thaddeus joined Dawn in giving a healthy round of applause after Mai’s performance, which was, in his opinion, well done. He thought he had heard the tune before but couldn’t place the date; he wished he could remember as it might have served to indicate Dawn’s age. Then again, one never knew.
He was, in any case, forced to crack a grin when Dawn addressed Mai as ‘Dude’. It might not have been at all amusing under normal circumstances but apparently sake did interesting things to his sense of humor.
Shaking his head, he turned his smile to Mai.
“I must agree, that was most impressive.”
He reflected that perhaps a karaoke machine would do wonders in the Manor for lifting people’s spirits, while the more sober part of his mind reeled in horror at the thought. He was sure if karaoke machines had existed when the Grey family rules were written, they would be banned under all circumstances.
Wondering if he shouldn’t just walk away while he still had his faculties, he raised his eyebrows at his two companions.
“Another round?”
He was, in any case, forced to crack a grin when Dawn addressed Mai as ‘Dude’. It might not have been at all amusing under normal circumstances but apparently sake did interesting things to his sense of humor.
Shaking his head, he turned his smile to Mai.
“I must agree, that was most impressive.”
He reflected that perhaps a karaoke machine would do wonders in the Manor for lifting people’s spirits, while the more sober part of his mind reeled in horror at the thought. He was sure if karaoke machines had existed when the Grey family rules were written, they would be banned under all circumstances.
Wondering if he shouldn’t just walk away while he still had his faculties, he raised his eyebrows at his two companions.
“Another round?”
Mai
18 years ago
Mai nodded and handed the die in solemn grace over to Thaddeus, quirking a smile as she dropped it into his hand.
They had both done well and it was interesting to see the choices that they made with each roll of the die. The game was a way of watching people and getting to know them. In this aspect the Order of the Hunt and the Order of the Night sometimes had things in common. There were some of each Order that did not take advantage of their chances to get to know their targets, nor practice those skills with every day observation.
((OOC: Thaddeus rolled a 4))
Noticing the roll, Mai looked at Thaddeus and then tilted her head and smiled at Dawn. She turned back to Ba-di and gave the instructions for this round
"It is your turn, Thaddeus-San to pantomime a saying for us to guess. If we do not then you must drink from this cup."
They had both done well and it was interesting to see the choices that they made with each roll of the die. The game was a way of watching people and getting to know them. In this aspect the Order of the Hunt and the Order of the Night sometimes had things in common. There were some of each Order that did not take advantage of their chances to get to know their targets, nor practice those skills with every day observation.
((OOC: Thaddeus rolled a 4))
Noticing the roll, Mai looked at Thaddeus and then tilted her head and smiled at Dawn. She turned back to Ba-di and gave the instructions for this round
"It is your turn, Thaddeus-San to pantomime a saying for us to guess. If we do not then you must drink from this cup."
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Thaddeus raised both eyebrows at the roll, appreciating the challenge presented, and leaned back for a moment to consider what he could do.
Finally coming to a decision that he thought either of his companions might be able to guess, he pushed back his chair and held out his hands, touching at the littlest finger and the tips of his other fingers to form a cup. He raised one eyebrow, then flipped his hands around and linked his thumbs, flapping his fingers in unison and lifting his hands in the air and putting on a beatific grin.
Then he sat back, waiting to see how his companions would respond.
Finally coming to a decision that he thought either of his companions might be able to guess, he pushed back his chair and held out his hands, touching at the littlest finger and the tips of his other fingers to form a cup. He raised one eyebrow, then flipped his hands around and linked his thumbs, flapping his fingers in unison and lifting his hands in the air and putting on a beatific grin.
Then he sat back, waiting to see how his companions would respond.
Mai
18 years ago
Mai watched Thaddeus cup his hands together like he was holding something and then turn his hands over and mime a bird flying away. Her first thoughts were of hunting and she thought he had just let a perfectly good meal fly off.
That did not sound like a message Thaddeus would tell. Frowning thoughtfully, her Ba-di was a bird was that important? No, not likely because Dawn did not know that so unless he was betting on her to be able to understand the message then it had to be something that anyone should be able to figure out.
The cupped gesture was not how one would hold a bird one were planning on eating it so was the first portion something else? A drink? Or... she remembered Thaddeus's first attempts to shape shift and learn to fly. He did well on instinct but Thaddeus had always been a thinker and when he thought too hard about being a bird it caused him difficulties.
Such as the time when she had carefully fished him out of a birdbath. She had held him just so, very carefully. Mai knew though that he would have to trust himself; she could change her shape and could tell him how it felt for her and could even help guide him in and out of his form but she was a stoat.
And stoats do not fly.
Looking up at Thaddeus, she smiled at him. It might not be the right answer but it was a true one.
"If you love something, you must let it go."Â?
So that it may learn to fly.
((OOC: Thaddeus portion with permission ))
That did not sound like a message Thaddeus would tell. Frowning thoughtfully, her Ba-di was a bird was that important? No, not likely because Dawn did not know that so unless he was betting on her to be able to understand the message then it had to be something that anyone should be able to figure out.
The cupped gesture was not how one would hold a bird one were planning on eating it so was the first portion something else? A drink? Or... she remembered Thaddeus's first attempts to shape shift and learn to fly. He did well on instinct but Thaddeus had always been a thinker and when he thought too hard about being a bird it caused him difficulties.
Such as the time when she had carefully fished him out of a birdbath. She had held him just so, very carefully. Mai knew though that he would have to trust himself; she could change her shape and could tell him how it felt for her and could even help guide him in and out of his form but she was a stoat.
And stoats do not fly.
Looking up at Thaddeus, she smiled at him. It might not be the right answer but it was a true one.
"If you love something, you must let it go."Â?
So that it may learn to fly.
((OOC: Thaddeus portion with permission ))
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
Watching Thaddeus do his hand play, she shifted her mouth to the side, completely unsure which way to go. Could be a cup, or to hold something as Mai'd suggested, or a boat. Obviously the last bit Mai'd nailed...the bird, and flight and freedom and all of those symbols. Oh...or maybe the hands were a nest, or an egg...an egg...and Thaddeus DID seem really happy. Roll it!
"I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg!"
"I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg!"
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Thaddeus gave a warm smile at Mai’s guess and Dawn’s enthusiastic follow up earned a chuckle; he couldn’t even be too concerned about having another shot of sake. He pulled the appropriate glass close with an arched eyebrow and filled it to the brim.
“Well, both of those quite possibly made more sense than what I was thinking…it would seem I’m not very good at pantomime.” Though he spoke dryly enough, there was still a trace of amusement along the edge of his mouth. He had never heard Dawn’s expression, though it certainly fit, and Mai gave him far more credit than he deserved. Deciding he was better off not delaying, he knocked back his second shot, did his best not to grimace, and turned to the group, shrugging sheepishly.
“It was meant to be ‘free as a bird’.”
“Well, both of those quite possibly made more sense than what I was thinking…it would seem I’m not very good at pantomime.” Though he spoke dryly enough, there was still a trace of amusement along the edge of his mouth. He had never heard Dawn’s expression, though it certainly fit, and Mai gave him far more credit than he deserved. Deciding he was better off not delaying, he knocked back his second shot, did his best not to grimace, and turned to the group, shrugging sheepishly.
“It was meant to be ‘free as a bird’.”
Mai
18 years ago
Mai had never heard of Dawn's saying but that meant little; she did not socialize enough to be a collector of words.
Frowning slightly when Thaddeus pulled the cup closer, she wondered just what his pantomime had been and how they had missed something that appeared by his actions to be fairly simple.
"Ah, Naruhodo."
She nodded, now understanding what he had meant to say. Turning her attention to Dawn, Mai waited for the younger woman to roll the die.
((OOC: Dawn's roll is a 5))
"Dawn-Chan, must make up a poem or drink from this cup."
She pointed to the second smallest cup on the board and waited for Dawn.
Frowning slightly when Thaddeus pulled the cup closer, she wondered just what his pantomime had been and how they had missed something that appeared by his actions to be fairly simple.
"Ah, Naruhodo."
She nodded, now understanding what he had meant to say. Turning her attention to Dawn, Mai waited for the younger woman to roll the die.
((OOC: Dawn's roll is a 5))
"Dawn-Chan, must make up a poem or drink from this cup."
She pointed to the second smallest cup on the board and waited for Dawn.
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
Frowning, Dawn scrunched up her face, went slack, stuck her tongue out slightly, looked at the sky, contemplated the cup a bit...and shook her head. She wasn't going to be able to get away with lyrics on this one. The other forms of poetry that she knew about were that "I am a pentagram" thing, haiku, saw nits and blank verse.
Yeah, she was totally fucked.
Going through some of her facial contortions again, she squirmed in her seat, saying
Um...ok.
Pausing again, working through rules in her head, she came up with something. Leaning back, she hoped the rules she learned from South Park covered it all and gave haiku a try.
Dawn - strong of body
Mind weak, likened to soft clay
that Mai seeks to fire.
Looking up to the pair, she wondered how it would go over.
Yeah, she was totally fucked.
Going through some of her facial contortions again, she squirmed in her seat, saying
Um...ok.
Pausing again, working through rules in her head, she came up with something. Leaning back, she hoped the rules she learned from South Park covered it all and gave haiku a try.
Dawn - strong of body
Mind weak, likened to soft clay
that Mai seeks to fire.
Looking up to the pair, she wondered how it would go over.
Mai
18 years ago
Mai watched Dawn's expression with quiet amusement. The eyes gave away thoughts and future actions and it was wise to note an opponent's expression and glances. In the case of the young vampire in front of her, the whole face and body was a telling testament to how challenged she was in this current task. The girl squirmed in her seat while she thought, eyed the cup and scrunched her face up once more before speaking. Yes, puppy had been an accurate nickname for Ms Ratana.
She giggled at Dawn's haiku, putting a discreet hand up to cover her smile. Despite the statement the poem made, it was obvious that the girl did have a quick mind. And a sense of humor. Mai liked her.
She clapped quietly and replied.
"Eraidesune, Papi-chan!"Â?
She giggled at Dawn's haiku, putting a discreet hand up to cover her smile. Despite the statement the poem made, it was obvious that the girl did have a quick mind. And a sense of humor. Mai liked her.
She clapped quietly and replied.
"Eraidesune, Papi-chan!"Â?
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Thaddeus turned to Dawn, all ears to hear her poem when her task was announced. She was clearly pondering the matter quite carefully if the face scrunching was any indication; he thought of saying something encouraging, along the lines of ‘I’ve had more sake than I’m used to and probably wouldn’t notice even if your poem was terrible,’ but fortunately he still had enough of a sense of self preservation to not make extremely ill advised remarks.
Even so, he truly wasn’t in any state to critique poetry, though he did break into a broad smile at Dawn’s haiku; it was, in his opinion, -wonderful-. In fact, everything was starting to feel pretty wonderful.
“Very nice Dawn!,” he said, perhaps more exuberantly than usual but no less politely for it. Brightly, he turned to Mai, looking cheerful.
“It’s Mai’s turn!”
Even so, he truly wasn’t in any state to critique poetry, though he did break into a broad smile at Dawn’s haiku; it was, in his opinion, -wonderful-. In fact, everything was starting to feel pretty wonderful.
“Very nice Dawn!,” he said, perhaps more exuberantly than usual but no less politely for it. Brightly, he turned to Mai, looking cheerful.
“It’s Mai’s turn!”
Dawn Ratana
18 years ago
At the positive response, Dawn relaxed, feeling the load of tension drain from her shoulders and neck. She just wasn't built for this whole poetry thing. All of the little interconnections that have to be done purely textually with no musical backing...rough. No wonder all of those poets go crazy or are all angsty and shit. Wondering if she shouldn't have taken the drink just to loosen her tension, she pondered the state of Thaddeus. The sake was hitting him pretty hard - if he did poorly this next round he might need help getting back to his room. Of course, that'd mean that Dawn hadn't lost...but she tried to keep from wishing him ill luck. Bad karma, that.
Mai, on the other hand, was clearly in control of the game. Coming in second in this case might be acceptable. She'd said something Dawn didn't understand, but seemed happy about it, so she smiled back and passed her the dice.
"Mai's turn! Woo!"
Mai, on the other hand, was clearly in control of the game. Coming in second in this case might be acceptable. She'd said something Dawn didn't understand, but seemed happy about it, so she smiled back and passed her the dice.
"Mai's turn! Woo!"
Mai
18 years ago
Mai reached over and took the die and rolled it. She considered the results for a moment and decided that this task might be difficult for her.
Looking up at the others, she explained the task.
“I must tell a joke to make everyone laugh or drink from this cup.”
Sitting back, Mai closed her eyes for a moment and pondered her audience as well as they few jokes that she knew. She could not be certain what Dawn would find interesting enough to laugh at but remembering the girl's display in the cathedral, Mai decided she was obviously proud of her martial training.
Opening her eyes, she began quietly, her gaze distant.
“I will tell you the story of three great Samurai. There was once a Shogun who gave a reception to honor the best swordsmen in Japan. All the best samurai were in attendance along with Court nobles and beautiful geisha. A geisha approached the third highest ranked swordsmen and asked; "Sir, can you demonstrate your sword skills for me?" At once, the samurai drew his sword a cut a hovering fly in half. "Very impressive", said the geisha. When she saw the samurai who was the second highest ranked swordsmen in Japan she asked him the same question. He immediately drew his sword and cut two pesky flies in half. "Most impressive", said the geisha. Then she spotted the samurai that was the highest ranked swordsmen in all of Japan. "Honorable Sir", she said "would you be so kind as to demonstrate your sword skill for me?". The samurai drew his sword and cut into the air in the direction of a nearby fly, but the fly buzzed away. "Oh, so sorry you missed", said the geisha. "But I didn't miss", said the samurai humbly "that fly will have no offspring."
Mai blinked and smiled at them both.
“And now we are done for tonight.”
Having announced the end of the game, she picked up the cup she was supposed to drink and tipped it back in one swallow.
Looking up at the others, she explained the task.
“I must tell a joke to make everyone laugh or drink from this cup.”
Sitting back, Mai closed her eyes for a moment and pondered her audience as well as they few jokes that she knew. She could not be certain what Dawn would find interesting enough to laugh at but remembering the girl's display in the cathedral, Mai decided she was obviously proud of her martial training.
Opening her eyes, she began quietly, her gaze distant.
“I will tell you the story of three great Samurai. There was once a Shogun who gave a reception to honor the best swordsmen in Japan. All the best samurai were in attendance along with Court nobles and beautiful geisha. A geisha approached the third highest ranked swordsmen and asked; "Sir, can you demonstrate your sword skills for me?" At once, the samurai drew his sword a cut a hovering fly in half. "Very impressive", said the geisha. When she saw the samurai who was the second highest ranked swordsmen in Japan she asked him the same question. He immediately drew his sword and cut two pesky flies in half. "Most impressive", said the geisha. Then she spotted the samurai that was the highest ranked swordsmen in all of Japan. "Honorable Sir", she said "would you be so kind as to demonstrate your sword skill for me?". The samurai drew his sword and cut into the air in the direction of a nearby fly, but the fly buzzed away. "Oh, so sorry you missed", said the geisha. "But I didn't miss", said the samurai humbly "that fly will have no offspring."
Mai blinked and smiled at them both.
“And now we are done for tonight.”
Having announced the end of the game, she picked up the cup she was supposed to drink and tipped it back in one swallow.
Thaddeus Grey
18 years ago
Thaddeus swiveled his head over to Mai and listened intently to her joke, though it seemed to be taking him just a little longer to process the story, which rather killed the timing. He did, however, register the punchline a beat later and chuckled (he certainly was not giggling, as Greys do not giggle, ever). It was hard to say if his amusement was due to the joke itself or the fact that it was Mai telling it, but he was certain no one would believe the Elder of the Hunt of Clan Anantya had played a drinking game in which she had told a slightly off colour joke and sang a pop song.
That thought made him chuckle a little harder as Mai downed her drink and called it a night. He did wonder if she had picked up her drink immediately because –she- didn’t laugh at the joke. The rules did say everyone had to laugh, after all…did that include the teller? Deciding technicalities were not going to be his strong point at the moment, he pushed back his chair.
“Ladies,” He stood, then, and realized just how well that sake had done him in. Holding onto the back of the chair, the pause in his speaking stretched out while he attempted to reorient himself. Once he decided the slightly woozy feeling was as good as he was going to get at the moment, he continued. “It has been a true pleasure.”
That thought made him chuckle a little harder as Mai downed her drink and called it a night. He did wonder if she had picked up her drink immediately because –she- didn’t laugh at the joke. The rules did say everyone had to laugh, after all…did that include the teller? Deciding technicalities were not going to be his strong point at the moment, he pushed back his chair.
“Ladies,” He stood, then, and realized just how well that sake had done him in. Holding onto the back of the chair, the pause in his speaking stretched out while he attempted to reorient himself. Once he decided the slightly woozy feeling was as good as he was going to get at the moment, he continued. “It has been a true pleasure.”