[ closed ] a very merry cadens christmas

[falcony]

Who: sam wilson + free cities fam
When: end of december
Where: cadens, magpie's inn.
What: the dimming might be it's own, abraxas-related holiday, but the christmas spirit is in the air and sam will NOT be spending it alone. time for a big family dinner!!
Warnings: language, possibly drunken singing, chaos.

It's hardly an uneventful time of year, but at this point Sam is used to that. Christmas or not, celebration of science or not, the homesickness hits Sam hard. But, thanks to a few more recent events, Sam decides that maybe - just maybe - he shouldn't try and push that feeling away and ignore its existence, choosing instead to channel it into a-

Wilson Christmas Feast.

He goes about inviting everyone he can think of - giving them an understanding of the vibe, the meal itself, who all will be there. It's planned to be a casual affair, with Sam cooking and plenty of alcohol and maybe some Christmas carols (don't worry, he'll explain those too). Come by for as long as you want, or as little as you want - Magpie's given them free rein of the main floor of the inn, and the kitchens beyond. Also, because Sam is just that charming and persuasive, the entire place is decked out with as many Christmas-y looking decorations as Sam could get his hands on. Garlands, candles, maybe even some mistletoe? It's got a bit of a Dickens old school vibe, but he did his best and it doesn't really need to impress Martha Stewart over here, right?

Bring your own cheer! Or an extra dish to add to the pile - Sam's got the main course (there is definitely an entire pig on that table) covered, but the rest is up to y'all. Drink, eat, be merry - Sam is playing host once again, and Jaskier is probably playing music, let's be real. Beyond that, everyone mingle. Hang out. Realize how small the Free Cities can be. We're all friends! Tis the season!

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[unwings]

Game?

[ his little angel brows furrow from where he stands in the threshold between the main floor and the kitchen, where Sam's cooking, intrigued by watching the process. he's yet to witness the Winchesters cook. it's typically been diners and fast food as they move between hunts and motels.

but he has witnessed them drink, excessively. once, they'd had a house full of hunters, at Bobby's, when Ellen introduced him to small cups of strong liquor you're meant to drink in alternating turns until one or the other's too drunk to continue. given his nature, it worked best with him taking 5 shots to Ellen's 1, but still, seemed counter-intuitive to 'fun' if it ends with incapacitation or vomiting. is that what we're doing here? ]

Is intoxication not entertainment enough?

[gynvael]

[ Regardless of whether a drinking game is settled upon or not, Geralt will—after he's satisfied the boar he brought will not end up a resurrected pig; no one fucking needs that tonight—venture towards where Dean and Castiel are both lingering.

A drink of some kind is in his hand. More significantly, he's got a crown of holly perched a bit askew on his head. Will he explain why it's there? Maybe. Possibly. Given that Ciri can be spotted weaving crowns together throughout the evening, though, it isn't hard to conclude from where it came. Or why Geralt seems willing to wear it all night.

He settles nearby—content to watch the increasingly drunken antics in silence. He's little attachment to the holidays, but it's. Good. To see people together. Putting their shit world aside for the night. They could sure as hell all use it, himself included.

(There's a lot of what's going on which reminds him of home; occasionally, a thoughtful if not wistful expression flickers across his face.) ]


(( also good with free styling and jumping in and out, so no need to wait for my turn etc. ))

[petcromancer]

But why stop at intoxication when there's more entertainment to be had?

[Hector's venturing a little more into the party circle now that he's had a few glasses of wine.

He takes one of Ciri's sprigs of holly and pops a berry off. Weighing for a moment how likely this is to get him punched, and then proceeding anyways with his usual, terrible judgment.]

How about this- toss a berry, take a drink if you fail to land it in the crown. Land it, everyone else drinks.

[And with that, there's a little red holly berry being tossed at Geralt's crowned head. RIP Hector]

[gynvael]

[ The little berry is intercepted easily out of the air.

Geralt does not say anything, but there's a look in Hector's direction that suggests this is not an option in the cards unless Hector is capable of performing necromancy on his own corpse.

He also pops the berry into his mouth, seemingly unfazed by its taste or its supposed side effects. Benefits of certain immunities when you're a Witcher. ]

[petcromancer]

[Hector cracks a smile, and raises his glass in salute before taking a long sip. He's not saying he's stopping, though. If Geralt looks sufficiently distracted at any point in the evening, he may find another berry projectile coming his way.

But until the opportune moment presents himself, Hector will wait to see if anyone else is going to join in on the game. Geralt can't kill the whole party, right? Right??]

[righteously]

( why stop at intoxication when there's more entertainment to be had? He clicks his teeth, points, and nods at Cas. What he said, bingo.

It feels good, this whole thing. Familiar, in a way that's only sad if he's sober and he thinks about it for more than two seconds. So. Let's ditch both those things. )

Nah, see, the problem with that- ( In a sort of grunt, like a tired dad explaining what's wrong with the world these days. He plucks a berry off an abandoned branch, bounces it off the table so it banks off the wall and lands in Hector's drink. ) -is you'd all be hammered before I got to have any fun. That, or Platinum Jesus would murder us all. You got any other suggestions?

( Cool flex, Winchester, you god damn nerd. )

[petcromancer]

[Dean's berry plops into Hector's drink, and his smile turns into a snort. 'Platinum Jesus' is too perfect.

He takes another long sip. Let nobody call Hector a sore loser.]

It sounds like you consider yourself an expert. What games do you know?

[Because honestly, Hector's from medieval times and his offerings are limited.]

[unwings]

[ for a moment, cas thinks he might witness a murder. it resolves for the best, but he's unsure if these two men with strangely colored hair are friends or enemies. the activities through the rest of the night may tell.

while dean shows off his beer pong skills, cas ignores it in favor of frowning thoughtfully into the egg nog he's not actually drinking. any game requiring a display of physical skill, or hand-eye coordination, would be a moot point for a collection of experienced warriors. most gambling games are based in randomization, maybe that's a good route. ]

Dice?

[ volunteered abruptly, lifting his eyes to scan for recognition. ]

Fill 6 cups with varying substances, to differing levels. Number them and roll.

[ not the most thrilling of games, but medieval folks seem to enjoy their dice games. of course, this would require they dig up some dice. ]

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri pops up from somewhere to peer over Geralt's shoulder. She's already tugging open one of the leather pouches at her belt. ]

I have dice!

[ Lucky she brought them, too. She plays with Rinwell and Jaskier sometimes; it seemed like games might be suitable for a party. Pulling a smaller cloth bag free, Ciri leans over Geralt, bracing a forearm on his shoulder a bit tipsily as she tosses it at Castiel. (Her aim is good, but the throw a bit too enthusiastic to be described as a toss to him.)

Inside the drawstring bag, Castiel will find a set of five six-sided dice, carved out of bone. And another five knuckle bones left in their natural shape, for a different game. ]

How do we play? It's not all chance, is it? That's boring.

[petcromancer]

[Yes, medieval folks do love their dice, don't they? Hector takes one from Ciri's pouch and turns it over in his palm. It seems to be weighted fairly enough, and out of bone no less. Nice.]

Then lets make it more interesting. Call your roll before you make it, and if you manage to get it correct, you can chose a punishment for someone else. A small task to perform, or a secret to tell.

[It's drunken truth or dare, what could go wrong?]

[righteously]

( Look at Cas, throwing out good suggestions. He beams with telegraphed pride, and slaps the guy firmly on the shoulder, giving it a little shake. )

That's exactly the kinda initiative I like to see in this organization.

( What organization? There's no organization. Doesn't matter, don't get hung up on the details here.

He snaps his fingers and points at Hector's addition, and then suggests an addendum himself. )

Rule número dos: you get it wrong, the last person who got it right gets to do it to you.

( Just throwin' it out there, because he's betting there's gonna be way more wrong guesses than right ones. )

[unwings]

[ less drunk than ciri (and slightly off balance from dean's firm shaking of approval), cas isn't expecting a pouch flung at him with quite that much enthusiasm, and a scrambled only a little not to drop it as it pings off his chest, threatening to ricochet at someone else's face. looks like an awkward juggle for a second, while the others add rules to their game. ]

Are there, um, [ distracted, as he's shaking the dice out of the pouch, then glancing up to look between hector and dean, ] Are there any rules to these punishments? Limitations?

[ 'task to perform' or 'secret to tell' sounds like a recipe for disaster, but cas suspects that may be the goal.

anyway, here's some dice, check it out. ]