Fever Time, Baby!

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Who: luceti (especially those of you who were in the draft).
What: Impromptu house party at House 28!
When: Backdated to 10th June
Where: House 28 (Graces House).
Summary: Pascal is throwing a house party to try and cheer everyone up, especially those of you who returned from the draft and have since filled her journal inbox with sadness and woe. It's B.

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[Marica comes in looking a bit bewildered by the decorations. It's really... colorful in here.]

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... You know, me neither. It's always seemed... off-limits. [She slowly turns to look at the refreshments. Just a taste might not hurt...?] Did you wanna try?

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... CO's?

[You're killing her here.]

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Oh. I don't know how the commanding officer in your world was, but in mine... Well, he had a saying: "You don't know until you try." I can't say how much I advocate that message, though.

[He's the closest thing to a commanding officer she has, anyway. She looks down at the cups and carefully picks one up. She'll admit that she's curious...] But just a taste couldn't hurt, right?

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[Marica, on the other hand, starts to sputter and cough, holding her glass out at arm's length. Squint.] Blegh! What the heck is this?! Did we get the wrong drink?

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Enough to deaden your taste buds, I guess. [She takes another tentative sip, still making a face at the overpowering taste. Yuck.] It always seems like bigger people get drunk slower, so you'd... probably need a lot, I imagine. For better or worse.

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[She looks at the bottle curiously, moving to take it before catching scent of the hardcore fumes emanating from it. That has to be toxic.

She's seen some people throw back those kinds of drinks like they were water, but Marica's not optimistic enough to think she could do the same. She waves a hand in front of her face.] I think I'll stick to what I've got, thanks.

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[There was something strangely ominous about that eye twitch.] Are... Are you okay? [She follows Daisy's line of sight and quickly hops on over to get a cup of juice, or whatever's in that bowl. Surely, Daisy needs something to wash down the taste?] One sec!

[She pours a cup in a hurry (smells safe enough) and rounds back to offer it up.] Here!

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[Being used to people who are poisoned when they drink poisonous things -- literally and figuratively -- Marica is just a bit baffled by Daisy's deadpan reactions. Well, as long as she's okay...?]

Either you have taste buds of steel or you've really been working on your poker face...