( open ) you doing anything to keep her by your side

[disagree]

Who ❄️ Eula and you!
What ❄️ July catchall. Substories, mingle things, Eula getting white-girl wasted again.
When ❄️ July duh
Where ❄️ Around town
Content Warnings ❄️ Copious amounts of alcohol. The rest is TBA.


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substories;

[disagree]

#4. it's in the stars

[ everyone may be clamoring for these "stardust", but eula's not stupid nor buying it. after the blood rain from last month, she's not trusting anything that falls right out of the sky and onto people's awaiting hands for the taking. so when she's approached for a silly little challenge-- ]

Right, and what would I even get out of it?

[ she's being a killjoy, as per usual, even if she's tying up the stardust she'd collected so far in cute little pouches like decoration. don't ask, she's just bored. ]

I should take these up to headquarters for further testing. Not that I'd get anything substantial from them at this point, but... [ her faith in the enma really tanked since last month, rip ] It's not as though these little candies can grant wishes for you, right? So forget it.

[ sorry, she's not really in the mood... but she can be convinced with just a little mor nudging. she'd already wrapped up the stardust all cutelike, after all. ]

Re: substories;

[getting_better]

[ He was told to go collect these little things as well, and by the looks of it everyone and their grandmother was looking for them.

He gave the bare minimum to gathering them (by that he means he sees them and acknowledges it exists and only picking up whatever is less than five inches from his boot), when he hears her talking about the stardust. ]

I wouldn't doubt it so much. If there's one thing I know about magic and strange occurances, it's never underestimate the power of small things in great numbers.

[ He says while rotating a stardust between his fingers and tossing to her. ]

Besides, its Tanabata. Wishes may actually come true this time.

[ He got roped into this with her somehow, so he might as well make sure she does it. Besides, despite her grumbling, she seems pretty excited by the prospect. ]

[disagree]

[ she deftly snatches the speck of stardust out of the air and... puts it in one of the little bags anyway. ]

To be quite honest, I'm not familiar with the holiday itself. It sounds Inazuman from the word alone.

[ she should get in touch with either ayato or yae again. it's been a while. ]

What does wishing have anything to do with it?

ic mingle;

[disagree]

itadakimasu!

[ eula liked festivals. mondstadt is rife with them, and the townspeople would be having too much of a good and merry time to be bothered by the presence of a lawrence in their midst. she'll have a chance to dip into things that each faction has to offer this time too, which will be a refreshing change of pace considering how enma gatherings tend to be stifling and boring most of the time... ]

Is that... Dandelion Wine?

[ and of course she's already zooming in on the alcohol like a true mondstadt native. they come in small disposable cups, one she'll take for herself and another one she'll hand to another person who just so happens to be standing next to her or showing some interest in this little corner of teyvat food. ]

Here. You'll need this if you wish to experience Mondstadt cuisine to the finest.

[ is it necessary, though? not really. and she'll try japanese/inazuman street food soon, she prommy, but -- it's rare for her to offer in the first place, so why not? ]

one more time

[ maybe she'd had too much to drink, as usual. maybe the stardust had somehow worked into her system through a bite of takoyaki. maybe it's both, which is much worse and is probably the reason why eula's acting up right now.

so far she'd liked the selection of songs that were blaring in the square the entire night. a lot of these are genres she's never head of before, and she'll admit that some of the songs are catchy enough to mesmerize. the alcohol has helped her in loosening up some, but.

that trashy song just had to come up out of nowhere. at first, eula doesn't get the appeal. the bass is too loud, the singing (if you can even call it that) disjointed. but it has a tremendous beat that her feet can't resist tapping to, and soon her body is acclimating itself to the melody all on its own. normally she would mind this very much but -- fuck it. she's still very much steamed about the whole ordeal from last month, on top of being questioned by the media for things she doesn't know and all the stressors that came with the promotion--

there's an empty table nearby, surrounded by people who are also losing themselves to the music. but eula is built different, and so right before the beat drops, she clambers on top of it and starts, well, getting fuckin turnt. despite the new dance steps she's made up on the fly, she's looking like she's truly in her element more than ever as she dances like no one is truly watching.

except there most certainly are, most especially her fellow enma colleagues who would be tilting their heads at this rather wild display, but she don't care. tomorrow will be another day of endless paperwork and other boring jobs that take her out of her usual reconnaissance work, so tonight... she'll have this one. just this once. ]

itadakimasu

[perfectdistance]

[Festivals are really not a thing in Eastern country, where everybody is very intent on sticking to themselves and not ending up in legal trouble for talking to somebody else on the street. But Nero does like food and spirits, and thus has started taking notes on the food and drink that's around.

He's a little surprised when somebody he doesn't know hands him some wine, but it would be rude to turn down free wine. It's his now.]

That's where you're from?

[disagree]

[ wine is ever-flowing in mondstadt. even if eula can be a little standoffish at times, it's practically customary to offer some to fellow festival-goers. ]

Mhm. It seems that somehow they'd brought down food from other realms here. I can't even begin how they managed it.

[ shakes her head. ]

itadakimasu

[penalties]

Hmm?

[ She'll be taking the drink with an earnest grin. After all, Mion isn't the type of girl who'll say no to it. ]

So this pairs well with the food of your homeland, I assume? What kind of food are we talking about here?

[disagree]

Well, that depends if you've heard of them before. I assume that you're not some native from Teyvat, then.

[ her eyes scan the area, and lands on a familiar sight. ]

Over there, they're serving Sweet Madames. Would you like to try a leg for yourself?

other, aka the general drinking prompt wooooo;

[disagree]

a. [ even before and after the festivities, eula... is still stressed! stressed as hell, which is where she is currently thank you very much. thankfully jigoku-cho has more bars and taverns than mondstadt could ever have, with drinks more specialized and unique than the ones offered in the cat's tail or angel's share.

and this time, she isn't banned from any of them.

at first, one may find eula still beginning to nurse a drink by herself at a dimly-lit tavern, facing the wall so as not to be recognized right away. whether she knows you or not, she'll raise a brow if she spots you staring somehow. ]

Well? What are you standing around for?

[ she's not exactly inviting anyone to sit with her, but. well. she mostly drinks by herself so some company definitely wouldn't hurt. especially since she won't be able to stop herself if she goes overboard with drinking... ]

b. [ --like right now. whoops.

one may also find eula and her poor head draped across the table, groaning slightly at the impending headache she's about to get. how long has she been here? she doesn't remember. the multitude of empty glasses on her table tells her it's been a while, but that's not exactly a reliable way of telling time, is it?

she doesn't know how bad she's had it at this point. the doom and gloom is starting to set into her head, at how things will go back the way it usually is when tomorrow rolls over. she doesn't want this, but is going back to mondstadt any better when she's finally able to live a relatively normal life here? probably not. but her vengeance...

at this point her mind is utterly blank and clouded over, and one could hear her mumbling unintelligibly to herself -- probably listing down the stuff she needs to exact revenge on. she won't be able to recognize anyone who dares approaches her in this state, unless they tap her shoulder or call out her name.

yes, her first name. at least she hasn't slipped up thus far about that. ]

a.

[identitycrisiscore]

Waiting for the invitation.

[ If Eula didn't immediately spot the fellow swordsman by his wild blonde hair, his flat tone gives himself away. There's the smallest hint of amusement to it. Not at Eula's expense, but more at the chance run-in. ]

[ He takes a seat next to her, nodding to the bartender. Something hard, and bitter. He's got the yen to pay for it, and he's not exactly got much else to do. ]

Sorry. Couldn't resist. ...Stress of the job is that bad, huh?

[disagree]

...Oh.

[ right... right. he did offer to drink with her on the network a short while back, didn't he? that's embarrassing. ]

I apologize. Go ahead, take a seat.

[ it's still surreal though, having someone to drink with her in the first place. she takes a sip of her negroni and shrugs. ]

And... it could be worse. I've dealt with new recruits before, but you can only imagine how low morale in the offices has been since then.

b

[mindthebass]

(when the sun rises, shin goes home. it's that simple. he's not enough of an idiot to try and compete with this stranger, he would rather be functional the next day - but that doesn't mean he's behind by that much.

but man, she does look like a truck ran over her. a very gentle touch to her shoulder when he approaches.)

Hey, maybe it's time to quit, mhm?

Re: b

[disagree]

Mmh?

[ eula narrows her eyes at this... boy? punk-looking girl? ugh, she can't tell with the glare of the overhead lights impending her eyesight. ]

Who're you t'tell me that... [ her head bobs to and fro slightly. ] What time issit an'way..?

a - wildcardish

[federates]

[ stouts? IPAs? porters? tf.

barton's glanced through the options at least twice now, wherein his benign expression had gradually pulled to a grimace. at the beach, shuten had this simple with their few beer options. he leans back in his chair, draping an arm over its back, then glances to eula - even if it might not be readily apparent, he fully does want to have a nice time.

but, sliding the menu forward, he does have to announce, ]

There are too many options.

[ he's not even picky! girl, help. ]

[disagree]

[ is it really that many, though? eula raises a brow as she looks over the menu herself. it isn't like they picked out a fancy place for their little celebration and totally-not-a-date; it's an izakaya tucked away at a corner of neutral territory, the interior busy enough for them not to stick out too much. helps that eula came in plainclothes too instead of the usual enma wear. ]

You don't usually drink out, do you?

[ then why invite her out in the first place... though don't get her wrong too, she does want to have a nice time -- especially with the every-growing responsibility that came with their new positions. ]

We can go for draft beer first, then work our way up. Along with some of these...

[ just going to add in uhhh. yakitori. edamame, naturally. it's not like they're here for actual food anyway. ]

b.

[adversus]

[Marie herself had been drinking, but not quite the way Eula was. She spots the younger woman from afar, and remembers their conversation through EMBER the other day. It prompts a smile from her, and she stands up from her position at the bar, and over to Eula, where Marie sits right beside her. One hand reaching out toward her hair, and gently brushing some of her strands back to get it out of her face.

The motion is soft, and not meant to alarm her. She was here to help, because she. Didn't look very well, to be quite honest. Shifting ever close to Eula, and squeezing her shoulder. Most people gone at this hour by now, which gave them privacy to talk. If she wanted to, anyway.]

Eula. It's me, Marie.

[Just as gentle as her touch, her voice remains soft in order to keep the girl's headache at bay, and again, not to scare her while she's in a vulnerable position, to say the least.]

[disagree]

[ her muscles tense at being touched so suddenly, but the gentle, almost motherly caress of her hair relaxes her almost instantly. most bars in mondstadt would usually drive her out of the table and into the streets when she gets this drunk, so this moment of softness is something she isn't used to.

so do forgive her if she can't make out the other woman's face clearly. but the name -- it's very familiar. ]

M-Marie...?

[ yes, it's the headmistress who knew a thing or two about reconnaissance. eula attempts to rise her head from the table, but the impending headache keeps herself from moving any further. ]

Nn, what are you... doing here.

a

[socute]

[ She mostly looked suspicious more than anything, and she tried not to stare but here Totoko was anyway, looking around just to verify that yes, this girl's talking to her. ]

I was waiting for someone to buy me a drink.

[ Sigh. Well, whatever. She'll take a seat and ask for a light beer. Nothing too fancy right now. ]

Haa... at least the drinks haven't changed much.

[disagree]

The ones they're selling at these kinds of festivals should be cheap enough for any newcomer to afford.

[ just saying. she takes a swig of hers, at any rate. ]

If anything, the selection of drinks in this realm aren't uncommon where I'm from. Did you come from a version of Inazuma, then?

b

[sawofstrength]

[She recognizes that face. Or rather, that shade of blue hair. The number of empty glasses and the smell of alcohol is really all she needs to know. Hoshiguma gives her a nudge, just a gentle one to gauge how bad Eula actually has it.]

You still with us over there, Missy?

[How long has been going at it? She really wants to know.]

[disagree]

[ even in this sorry state, eula can recognize that green hair and voice from anywhere. ]

Hoshi... guma...?

[ hey girl, it's been a while. can't she tell? ]

I don't think so. Ugh, my head...

[ she holds her head in her hand. everything's so bright. ]

wildcard;

[disagree]

[ yall know what to do here ]

21st of July rip eula's sleep schedule

[narbrawl]

[It's been a night.

While Childe considers himself- as any proud Snezhnayan would- more than capable of holding his liquor, he doesn't make a habit of getting drunk, let alone as wasted as he is right now. Though he'd intended to share a few rounds with friends and nothing more, when the bartender had caught wind of it being his birthday... well, that's where things started to go downhill. The drinks got harder, the shots more numerous and now here he is, pounding pavement on his way to somewhere very specific.

There's nothing unusual about him knowing where Eula lives. Over time, Childe has learned that information is just as powerful a weapon as his fists and he's been careful to take notes on allies and friends and those in between. The knight no longer fits into any of those categories but that doesn't make her less interesting- and perhaps that's the deadliest thing of all when it comes to catching his attention.

And so, there's no real malice in the way he makes his way up to her apartment and knocks. Head spinning, mouth dry, one hand gripping the door frame hard enough to press ridges into his fingertips. Not once does it occur to him that this is an exceptionally stupid idea- on the contrary, he thinks it's one of the best he's made all night. After all, if he's going to indulge, he might as well take it to the brink. There's no better way to end the celebrations than finishing the fight they started months ago, no better present than combat. If anything, the promise of bloodshed sharpens his senses; like twisting the lens on a kamera, his thoughts come into focus and his pulse quickens.

Impatience takes over and he bangs on the door this time.

Yes, it's three in the morning. No, he hasn't noticed and wouldn't care anyway.]

idk you pick the time.

[medicative]

[the reporters were getting annoying. as much as they might have asked Emily for comment, they did back down somewhat when they understood what the pin on her collar meant. a few words, but no photographs. the Alliance must look pristine, at least as far as her ties went, for the sake of something greater. but it didn't mean they were quite so eager to let other people go.

she sees them trying to go after another woman, something in their talk about the Enma and his refusal to say more, and did she know anything or wish to make a comment. bothersome, really, and not entirely her problem, but she hates not helping when she can, particularly when someone looks harried...]

Excuse me.

[the reporters turn at that voice, getting a smile that's polite, but stern as she steps closer, towards the other woman, and standing at her side.]

I believe you've had plenty of time for your questions and comments. It's time for you to move along.

[one of them opens their mouth and gets elbowed by a friend, while others just bow their head and skitter off.]

For goodness sake...are you alright, miss?

first couple days of july, waves hand

[disagree]

[ eula knew that getting promoted after last month's incident is going to come with its own set of responsibilities and headaches. she'd expected the media to come to her at some point, curious as they are about the enma's whereabouts, but she hadn't expected how irritating they are. ignoring them can only go so far what with her short temper...

and today, she's really going to lose it. clenching her fists, she's about to retort with something of her own before an unfamiliar voice pipes up out of nowhere. the reporters them scatter much like a proverbial great flood, and eula finds herself in the company of a much older woman, the badges on her person telling the knight everything she needs to know. ]

I am, thank you. But I doubt that helping a lowly Enma officer should be at your list of priorities.

[ she could've handled it on her own!! except she did look like she was about to blow a fuse for a second there... ]