Since I've been meaning to put up an open Convoy log for him for forever... [open]

[flight_15]

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki and anyone who hasn't passed out yet
Content: Someone's had a bit to drink, and is having trouble locating his room. Come troll the hell out of him help him out TROLL HIM
Setting: All over the Convoy
Time: Late Amicus night, after the most somber party ever
Warnings: Language, moodswings (possibly to the dere side of

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[flailingbento]

Watanuki had chosen to leave the party at about the point keeping his dignity was in danger of becoming an issue. He fully intended to go back to his cabin and sleep off what he had consumed (he could admit to himself, if to no one else, that he was a lightweight); but this mission was halted by the sight of Ichigo, motionless in the corridor, staring confusedly into a broom closet.

Watanuki had to laugh. "Well, this is a weird time for you to start caring about cleaning!" he declared, perhaps louder than strictly necessary but clearly enough.

[flight_15]

Oh, no. This was the worst possible person to catch him staring vacantly into a closet. ...well maybe not the worst. Joshua would have been pretty bad, too. But Watanuki was definitely in the top five.

He slammed the door shut and folded his arms indignantly. "It's not that," Ichigo said, and immediately realized his mistake. If it wasn't cleaning, he'd have to admit that he was lost. On a ship he'd been on for months.

Whoops.

[flailingbento]

"What? Did you leave something in there?" Watanuki moved closer, peering at Ichigo as if sure he were hiding something behind his back. "Don't think you can avoid telling me! I saw you!"

[flight_15]

"No, I didn't!" he replied, scowling at Watanuki. "Not that it's any of your business, but I had the wrong door. Is that enough of an explanation for you, you nosy bastard?"

[drinkitlovelife]

He didn't really have to worry about the blue hair. Kurumi was drunk enough herself. At least, that was what could be gathered from the fact that she was whining to her tool box in the forge.

"...and everyone's stupid. Even me. I'm stupid too. Maybe I have a stupidpower. I dunno. I dunno."

She rubbed her eyes and looked over at the door. For a few seconds, she stared, and then she smiled and waved.

"Hi."

[flight_15]

"Heeeey, Milk," he said, wandering in. "Kurumi. Sorry. I forgot again." Ichigo looked a little sheepish.

....had she been talking to a toolbox? he wondered.

[drinkitlovelife]

Kurumi stuck her tongue out. "How do you forget that? It's... it's just saying it backward. Kind of. Ish. I bet you can't even say your own name backward."

This was how much sense she usually made while drunk. Which was to say, none. At least she didn't have her journal on her this time.

[flight_15]

"Can too," he argued back. "Go...Ogh...Oghi..." he began, unsuccessful. "...ask me later. I can do it then. Besides, Kurumi doesn't count as backward. It'd be like me going by Go-chi-i, which sounds really stupid."

This happens some time before Ichigo tries to get back to hs room by way of the broom closet

[son_of_the_lake]

Hisoka and Ichigo were in the messhall, still catching up on the past. The past, for Hisoka, had devolved into snatches of story told between bouts of smilling and humming under his breath.

He hadn't been able to drink at all when he was a teenager, but five years of military life followed by a year aboard Serenity had given him a lot more staying power. Regrettably, as his tolerance increased, his style became more individual

[flight_15]

"For a drunk, you're pretty good," Ichigo said with all of his usual tact. He'd take singing over starting a fight today -- the pilot wasn't really in the mood for a brawl. He had a couple of empty bottles and a mug he'd refilled more times than he'd cared to keep count of, so unfortunately, Ichigo wasn't sure exactly how much he'd imbibed.

Watching Hisoka sing on the table was pretty funny. And it was true, he wasn't a bad singer either. Either way, it was entertaining. He leaned one elbow on a free patch of table and rested his chin on it, taking another mouthful of the beer in his mug.

[son_of_the_lake]

"Thanks, I think I am, too," said Hisoka, benignly. He felt around on the table for his own cup with his free hand. Then he levered himself up on an elbow, poured, drank half the cup, and lay back down, blinking. "Whoa..."

Then he smiled. "Hey, Ichigo, ask me why I'm keeping a LOW PROFILE, here! Come on, ask me."

[flight_15]

Ichigo shut his eyes and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. "Okay, I'll bite. Why are you keeping a low profile, Hisoka?"

/wanders in late, oops...

[hiccup_ninja]

Gaara, unlike nearly everyone else, was quite sober. He didn't particularly enjoy being drunk (he had only tried it once when he was little and wanted to know what his father saw in it,) and had a rather low alcohol tolerance to boot. So, while a good seventy-five percent of the crew got themselves smashed, the redhead opted to stay hidden in his room, silently fuming and listening to the Sand cleanse itself of Satyr blood. Which was mildly comforting to Gaara, in a very sick, twisted sort of way that he would likely never admit to

[flight_15]

"Hey."

Gaara's stare hadn't gone unnoticed. Ichigo turned around to look at the guy. The weird dark circles around the eyes were familiar enough to tell Ichigo that Gaara was probably part of the crew, but other than that, Ichigo had no clue who the other was.

"What're you looking at?"

[hiccup_ninja]

The redhead looked over his shoulder and the top of the gourd, his face and body language unreadable. There was a long, thick pause before he actually spoke.

"Nothing." he answered.

[flight_15]

....whoa, this kid was weird. He kind of reminded Ichigo of that pointless-chick with blue hair from Serenity. Same weird, dead stare.

"Sure looked like you were looking at something. Who are you? I think I've seen you before."