Party game central

[tailsofwoe]

Who: Game players
When: September 28
Where: A random classroom
What: Never Have I Ever & whatever else people want to play
Warnings: Alcohol consumption

[ As you're walking down the hall, you might be drawn into one of the empty classrooms by a sign outside that reads "FREE* CONTRABAND →"

Inside, someone has pushed some desks together to form a table! On one side of it there's a wide variety of alcohol, on the other there's all sorts of non-alcoholic beverages, up to and including—gasp!—tools to make decent tea and coffee! For the alcohol, tea, and coffee, however, you'll find that if you try to help yourself to a drink without actually playing, it will just poof out of your hands. If you want your luxury items, you have to pay the game tax! ]

Have you ever played Never Have I Ever? For those unfamiliar, one player states something they've never done in their life, and anyone who does have that experience must take a drink. Then the game moves on to the next person! Quite simple, no?

[ You can come play Never Have I Ever under the top-level below, or you can use the setup to run a different game! Or just make top-levels doing whatever. Be free! ]

Comments

[isdf]

You and your grandmother are quite close.

[It must be a nice feeling, even if the rest is complicated.]

I have neither parents nor grandparents. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why I feel differently about the day of my birth.

[rugpull]

A super orphan....whoa...

[isdf]

[He chuckles.]

I suppose that's what I am.

[rugpull]

I guess m'technically one with a dead mom and disappeared dad but I never thought of it like that.

So no hug and snugs growin' up?

[isdf]

[They're making discoveries together . . . !]

What are snugs?

[rugpull]

Snuggle.

[isdf]

Snuggle . . . ?

[rugpull]

Would ya like a snuggle demonstration?

[isdf]

[He nods. Yes, please.]

[rugpull]

Okay so this is yer standard hug.

[hugs, then pulls back]

Then ya got yer like. Side hug.

[one armed hug, shoulder to shoulder]

But say ya stay like that. That's snuggling.

[leans into, arm still around]

Like when I was little 'd curl up against m'gran with her arm around me, that's snuggly.

[isdf]

[It feels different, though not unpleasantly so, and his transferred emotions—intrigue and ease—reflect this.]

Is there a reason for prolonging the hold?

[rugpull]

It can be comfy. Don't take much effort if yer sittin' down together, yeh? And it can be warm when its cold. Soothin' if yer anxious.

Parents hold their kids like that sometimes after something scares 'em.

[oh that...feels nice actually. this man relaxing huh...mocha's pleased about it]

[isdf]

Soothing, huh . . . I suppose there is something reassuring about touches of this nature.

[It's crowded, yet strangely comfortable—like the time someone clapped him on the shoulder, except longer this time.]

[rugpull]

Yeh. Animals do it too, yeh? Lay in piles for closeness.

[isdf]

. . . Yes, that may be correct. I recall seeing some cats on Earth pressed up against each other while they slept. They looked quite comfortable.

[rugpull]

Dogs will do it too. Social creatures love that shit.