Días de la Revolución [Attn: All]

[Oneida]

TAURITANIA

“I mean it’s not that I don’t like her, I just don’t think I really want to like spend too much time with her. She’s fun and all that, I guess, but she gets...I don’t know weird. Like she wants things to go so fast. She talks about moving to Solis, going on holiday in Hadigualis, and hiking in fucking West Occitania all in the same sentence. She hasn’t brought up kids but she keeps commenting on how wonderful it would be to have a baby…wait…yo why are you all staring at me?”

“Because you’re talking you fucking idiot,” Martín said.

“Oh…right,” Alonso burst out laughing.

“You’re fucking high,” Luys chimed as he exhaled through his perfectly white smile. He passed the blunt to Cristoval.

“You gotta break up with her now man,” Cristoval inhaled “You can’t stick your dick in crazy. That shit sticks.”

Martín nodded.

“That’s true, you hear about Nudhayr and Danā? That bitch poked holes in every one of his condoms because she was afraid he was gonna leave her,” Luys spoke “Pass it here.”

“Well, was he gonna?” Cristoval leaned to Luys and handed him the blunt.

“Well yeah,” Luys inhaled “Like I said that bitch was crazy.”

“Isn’t she pregnant?” Alonso asked – coming back to reality.

“Yeah but it’s someone else’s,” Luys answered, snickering “isn’t that some shit?”

As the group laughed together, the door to the room flung open and in walked Juzayy and Hamza. The two could hardly contain their excitement as they came into the room.

“Marhabaan Shabab,” Juzayy said. “Hola hombre,” the group replied.

Hamza pulled from his pocket two bags with a white powder in them. He threw them both to the table and kneeled down next to it. His hands we’re hovering around it as if it was some sort of mystic item.

“Amigos, ‘ashab,” he said “This, this is the good stuff. This is cocaine straight from West Occitania. Pure, raw, powerful.”

“We can get Engellexic coke like right down the street, why should I give a fuck about this?” Luys asked.

“Fuck the Engells,” Juzayy dismissed the idea “They’re refined and so full of themselves. This is West Occitan. That place is such a shithole now all they can do is make the strongest shit to take it all away.”

“That’s fucking dark man,” Alonso said.

“Yeah, that is,” Hamza said – pointing in the direction of what the group could only guess was West Occitania “But this, mis amigos, this is the Días de la Revolución!”

(OOC: I thought it would be fun for everyone to just have a chance to post some fucked up story of a character's trip to Auraria during the country's one week long festival of drunken, drug induced, sex crazed stupors. Please feel free to explore any kind of post you'd like anywhere in the country you'd like.)

 

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"Bepìn! ven ca! dulà vâtu? jude vèscul... - Bepìn! come here! where are you going? fuck... " said Gregorio, both worried and amused, as his friend run among the dancers in the parade shouting "vive le Aurarîe! - long live Auraria!"

"Al è lât dal dot, mòlilu - he's definitely gone, let him go" Luca laughed "sint Gòri, ven cun me in tal fogolâr, ti fas viòdi parçhè ca si clame Val-verdone - listen to me Gòri, come with me to the place our group is, I'll show you why this city is called Valley-very-green"

"no no, no vuei mico finì come Bepìn, cui al guìde par tornà a çhâse dopo? - no, I don't want to end up like Bepìn, who will drive us home then?" replied Gregorio

Luca took him by the hand and started dragging him away "fìditi par una volte, ostidiu! o fasarìn une scovade ca ti bastarà fin pal prosim an - trust me just this once, god damn it! we'll have such a good shag we won't need any sex until next year"

"oh... be se tu la metis cusè - Oh well... if you put it that way" Gregorio answered with a sexy voice "mandi Bepìn!! - Goodbye Bepìn!!"

 

[Ebria]

Zandile Nozulu's was everywhere in Himyar and Elamra, even if it was Aurarian territory, was still Himyar. She is operating under a subsidiary in Elamra and even importing her drugs from Occitania, which are receiving a special treatment from the Board of Drugs and Hallucinogens, but still, even with the tariffs, she was still able to import the best opium from Natal. While her establishments were frequented by the upper class of Elamra, there were many Natalians visiting them, many of them adventurers and mercenaries finding work all over the continent.

Sean Bowen just opened his eyes and saw the room being already lit up by the scorching Himyari sun. He looked to his left, trying to remember what happened last night. He was the form of a woman, under the sheets on his side on the bed. He didn't actually remembered what happened, but he saw her long, dark and straight hair and thought that she might have been a local. He got out of bed but was surprised to see three more persons, still sleeping, but this time on cushions thrown on the floor. He observed that one was a Nethian and probably an Aurarian woman, judging by her brown hair and a guy, probably Aurarian too. His head was pounding and he was feeling nauseous and slowly but surely he made his was out of the room to go down to the establishment's bar.

"Eyyyyyy, my best client for the week!" yelled the man at the bar at him. "Howzit bru?" he asked. Sean observed that the man was speaking with an Aurarian accent but was using Natalian slang. It could have been some sort of cultural influence of Natalia for this use of Himyari Standard Engelsh or maybe he was just used to having so many Natalian customers.

"My head's pounding, ouen, so bring the volume down a bit. What did I do last night?" Sean asked. "Well, lets say that you were the most prolific client ever. You thrown 15 grant of your pounds at me saying that you want to have a good time, celebrating Auraria's revolution. You started slow with five or so beers, then bought some coke, saying that you wanted to use the real stuff, Engellexic, not Occitan, so you bought that, you snort it up, then you drank a bottle of our most expensive champagne, and from there you went crazy," said the man at the bar smiling and barely keeping himself from laughing. "I did?" asked Sean starting to be afraid of what the barman will tell him. "Eyyyyyy, you don't even want to know. You asked for a full glass of vodka and you drunk it all in one mouthful, then you wanted to see if you can do a hand stand, but after three failed attempts I had to stop you from trying to break your neck again and then you said you wanted to fuck someone so you asked for 10 people and literally organised an orgy in your room," said the barman with a huge smile on his face. "I naaied with 10 people?" asked Sean shocked. "Aye, you asked for all our sexual workers, but you payed well with those 15 grant," continued the barman. "So I hunted cattle rustlers for three months in shitty West Himyar, in the summer and the dry, only to spend all my income on a night of sex, booze and drugs that I don't really remember?" commented Sean, disgusted of himself, but the barman quickly shrugged it off. "I don't really give rocks bru, but I must say that its the days of the revolution. To enjoy all this is why two hundred years ago the Aurarians revolted and we must enjoy life while we're still alive," he said.