Katzenjammer [Open]

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Aside from the comatose state she reached after Cassie finished her post-exorcism first-aid, sleep hasn't come easily to Eva since the possession. What little she's gotten has been interspersed with nightmares, so it's while all the Animorphs are sleeping that she slips out of Cassie's house and finds herself at the Drunken Dragon.

It's all too much. Too much going through her head and too much space alone in there. When she woke up it was because she was thrashing in her sleep and accidentally smacked her head into the bedpost. She found that she was clawing at her scalp while she dreamed.

She needs to feel a little bit out of control again, by her own doing, because that means less control that other people can take away from her. And she needs to dull the knowledge of how many bad memories she dredged up for Marco by going and getting herself possessed.

"Wine. Whatever you have. Keep it coming," she says, then, as if clarification is necessary, "I'm going to get drunk."

(( OOC: Open post but since Eva's going to be bemoaning the state of everything everywhere, please poke me first if you want to throw a character she's never met before at her. ))

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[governorkang]

"Well, it's the anniversary of the day we found the female eggs," Kang shrugged. "It's also the girls' birthday, and even though on the very first one, they made public declarations of who they'd chosen as mates, it's really just one big party. Some draconians, and a handful of vendors from outside Teyr, set up booths with food and alcohol, and last year, the corps of engineers got hammered and decided to have a pumpkin-launching contest with trebuchets."

In other words, there weren't hearts everywhere, scenes of couples being lovey-dovey, or jewelry, stuffed animals and chocolates being pushed on people.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Did they have the trebuchets at hand, or assemble them drunkenly? Because I imagine that'd make a difference as to whether it's a safe spectator sport." She giggles. "It sounds nice. It sounds like you needed something to celebrate."

[governorkang]

Kang laughed, "They had a couple on hand, but decided to build a few more for it. Outside the city walls, of course. Gloth's team won, and they bragged about it for days." He paused. "...I might show you, one day."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"It sounds like something worth bragging about, since I'm going to assume that good trebuchets are more than just a stack of toothpicks arranged haphazardly." She smiles, and it reaches her eyes for the first time that night. "I'd like that."

[governorkang]

That was better. Kang's own smile widened, "You'd assume right. They're much more complicated than people from your time period think."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Peter dabbled in engineering. I get to hear all about how complicated wagons and ballpoint pens and pianos are. I don't doubt trebuchets have tons of little Rube Goldbergy parts that collapse on themselves if they're a centimeter off." She takes another drink and examines the jug. "If I look like I'm going to finish this, stop me. And don't listen to me if I argue about it."

[governorkang]

"Sounds like it can get annoying at times," Kang commented, grinning, and he took a drink from his mug. "Got it. I hear wine hangovers are particularly bad."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. I seem to always find enthusiasm charming, even when it's something I have no interest in." She takes another drink. "Hopefully I'll sleep through the worst of it. My liver's had worse nights than this one and I'm sure it'll have even more legendary escapades in the future."