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girls night out - Tuna - November 27, 2023
welcoming any guests or citizens! probs just a text wall ramble, do not feel the need to match <3
there is a change in all of the weather. the wind is kicked up as a past queen demands her bloodline to remain in power. and even a golden kissed king cannot keep his lover settled, despite his attempt to show the stars. all of the noise fell upon deaf ears as tuna walks the line of the living, the idea of the physical world being just that and nothing more.
toula had been crowned, the palace remains teeming with life. it is here that she resides, as nothing more than a humble stepping stone. but tuna never had ambitions for power or luxury, she was happy existing where she was. for some, they may find it to be nothing closer to stockholm syndrome. but to tuna, it is simple her life. in a mind palace, she floats in rose quartz water as the sun remains ever so gently warm.
ah, her little platter was empty yet again. the fellahin busies herself at a nearby pantry, selecting the best cuts of meat to offer to those who may choose to pass her this cool evening. there is a hum, a buzz of life within here and beyond her. she listens, always listening with those large ears giving away her attention and focus. the meat wafts into her nose, and her stomach pines for the delicacy that was the fat-encased loin of an elk.
RE: girls night out - Redbird - December 01, 2023
im sorry about redbird but she's so much fun to write right now.
there was a lot of hubbub over nothin' of great import, thought redbird (although likely in a more crass manner; she was several cups deep at this point). some lady marrying a prince? sure, okay. except it wasn't a lady by any account of her's; it was some kid, a little girl! she didn't get a good look at the man until the party was in full swing and the regalia (plus the fermented whatevers) held more interest to her. he was probably ten times her age or somethin'. given how extravagant a party this was, redbird wasn't about to question their culture — they knew how to have fun, so maybe it was some sort of payment? a child bride for some good grub? there are worse trades she could imagine.
there was plenty for redbird to fixate on outside of the main event, which she was now fully invested in. party-goers from all over the wilds had gathered here; that meant gossip and diplomacy and more than a few verbal pockets to be picked, so to speak; and she flit around trying to gather as much as she could, all while eatin' the food and drinkin' to her hearts content. whether she'd remember anything come morn was none of her concern. it should've been! if she had half the brains she thought herself to have, redbird would keep away from the berries and honey and agave, and whatever else could destroy her faculties, to better retain her wits.
ah, who needs wits.
she was happy enough to stuff her face, staggering around without a care in the world. this was the most free she had felt since the gang — !
this of course brought to mind colt, and she pulled aside one of the servants to demand, oi bitch, where's m'bone? you seen -- hic -- bone? 'bout this long'n, hnn, barbed? no; ribbed? no... toothy! aye? can't lose'it, or i'll -- hah! have yer guts fer -- garlands? whatsit...
cue a burp, which could've been the last of her focus leaving her body as she turned and staggered back towards the drinks. except then the scent of meat caught in her nose, so she veered another direction (very much in a jack sparrow tilt) — and saw the fattest, richest haunch o' grub she'd ever laid eyes on!
and another of the servants too, who looked as enraptured.
she muscled in besides them (being surprisingly strong in her tipsy state, being a tall woman to boot) and reached greedily for it;
callin' dibs! 'git outta my way!
RE: girls night out - Tuna - December 09, 2023
had she been a sourpuss, tuna would've said something meaner than a screaming stallion. but no, the girl has some form of charm where it is often hard to anger her (that is, unless you start insulting her home). she she gets pushed out the way, a hearty laugh in her throat as she platter clangs to the ground. "lord almighty, miss, ah would've offer'd it tew yah first if you'd'a given me tha' chance!" she guffaws, a clicky cackle like sound of laughter as she reaches for the platter once more.
"lucky bitch" she would think playfully to herself. perhaps tuna would be stuck scrounging for bites later, but for now at least, the guests remained happy. "why don'tchew let me worry 'bout tha' meat, an' yew enjoy tha' party, miss.....?" as if insinuating for the other to offer her name, in hopes of knowing just who this party guest was.
RE: girls night out - Redbird - December 18, 2023
wha?She huffed and was put-off from her scrambling, her spine straightening.
Ain't yew been to a party before? This'es how it goes! Pfft.She turned and spat, much like Colt had many times in front of her, and felt a kinship with her friend who wasn't really there with her.
If he could see this! All the food and the drink, and the revelry. Redbird spun and bellowed,
AYE! Gimme some that!And now she lunged for another platter, laughter crackling around her as she devoured berries and grapes and whatever other fermentations she could reach; her lips stained.
RE: girls night out - Tuna - December 20, 2023
well, tuna knew better than to try and get a name from an inebriated woman anyway.
her lip curls up in a familiar grin as she listens and watches the girl spit, part of it reminded her of her sister when she thought she was all tough and mighty at the one little hoedown that tuna decided to sneak her to one night under the desert moon. of course, that ended poorly, and now as tuna thinks back, maybe there's a little resemblance in this red woman.
"this ain't'cha normal er'yday party, miss!" she laughs and cackles as she sighs, trying to make her best attempt to clean up the mess this woman was making -- lord she could only pray that senmut wouldn't find her like this! "this here's'a fine-dinin' an'all that! ain't no fightin' needed fer'yer meals and all! just gotta ask!" maybe she ought to call a mazoi here to try and settle the woman into her chambers for the night?
RE: girls night out - Redbird - December 22, 2023
Maybe it was the logic the stranger spoke in to existence, or the familiar twang of her accent, but Redbird felt herself begin to subdue as she ate and ate; her belly roiled with discomfort for all that had been imbibed. Her lips smacking, her tongue stained red and purple from berries; she cleared all the flavors from her palate by downing some cactus juice, then let out an echoing burp.
Ahaha! Keep 'em comin' then! Anyone thinks they can drink me unner'a table, let's have at it! I'll whoop yer ass!Her challenge brayed from her, with some guests catching wind of it and glaring, or murmuring about the lack of decorum. Redbird swayed towards the helper and said,
Yew wanna go? Hm? Or ain't yew allowed?