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[color=00F8FE]Time: Ignis 2nd: Morning
Location: Charity auction in the park
Interactions: Everyone at the park [/color]
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Drunkard’s Day. If ever there was a day that was designed for Callum, today was it. More so than even his own birthday. His favorite day of the year when the majority of the city partied like him, drank like him, lost themselves in the celebration without a care for the hangover that followed. The greatest day of the year. 

And Gods-damn did Callum truly have something to celebrate this year. 

Callum poured himself another glass of whiskey. He thought about how Alibeth sat alone, chained up in some grimy cell in the creepy dungeon. He smiled with a giddiness that lit up his eyes. He smoothed out any trace of wrinkles in his dark suit and placed a crown atop his dark hair. A prince had to look the part, and if Clarence was going to insist on wearing the crown, Cal had to keep things congruent. Even if it did, constantly, feel like it was about to fall off. Like it didn’t quite belong there and even the crown knew it. 

He drank the glass in one swallow and grabbed the bottle as he left his room. Clarence, the spider monkey, followed at his side wearing a similar dark suit with a rose pinned to it. Unusually chipper and expectantly drunk, Cal somehow managed to organize enough of the palace staff to help gather his offerings for the event and get the carriages moving towards the park. 

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“Ladies and gentleman, Prince Callum Danrose!” A herald announced his arrival. The door to a carriage swung open and clumsily but swiftly, Cal climbed on top of the carriage arms spread wide as he greeted his people with a drunken grin. 

[color=00F8FE]“Heeelllloooo, beautiful faces of Sorian….[/color] He shouted. [color=00F8FE][i]"Wait, forgot sumthin’[/i]”[/color] He mumbled to himself. 

He stomped his foot on the roof of the carriage before leaning down to reach his arm back inside. Clarence handed Callum the half empty bottle of whiskey before the monkey also climbed up onto the roof. 

[color=00F8FE]“Goooood morning! I… am… delighted. Ecstatic. And… glad? No, grateful! Very grateful to see such an impressive… turnip…”[/color] he stopped, confused for a moment and then laughed. [color=00F8FE]“Turnout! All for charity!”[/color] He brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it back for far too long. Then his eyes scanned the park for the event’s hosts. 

[color=00F8FE]“And can we have a round of app…appploo…applause…for the looovely Mr. Deacon and the charming Lady Blackwood for….all this! Amazing work!”[/color] He gestured towards them with the bottle, waving it around like a scepter. As he spoke his staff began setting up tables of wine, beer, mead, and liquor around the park. 

[color=00F8FE]“In the spirit of this…um…of today’s grand holiday, [b]free drinks from the prince! Happy Drunkard’s Day,[/b][i]and thank you all for coming![/i]”[/color] He shouted and the monkey at his side hopped up and down clapping, encouraging the excitement. 

Callum attempted a graceful dismount from the roof of the carriage, but his footing slipped and he nearly fell completely off. He caught himself and managed to awkwardly slide himself down to the ground before holding up his bottle of whiskey to indicate not a drop had been lost. The monkey had no such trouble as it hopped on down and picked Callum’s fallen crown off the ground and handed it back to him. He placed back on his head where it sat, crooked. [/color]