Oswald Wuthridge (
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You've got to give until you get (open)
CHARACTERS: Ossie and YOU!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking
Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.
You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.
Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.
Wildcard!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking
You've got to prime the pump, you must have faith and believe
Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.
You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive
You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.
Drink all the water you can hold, wash your face, cool your feet
Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.
Leave the bottle full for others, thank you kindly, desert Pete
Wildcard!
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Number 6 is keeping his own arms firmly crossed over his chest, and glaring at the offered handshake like he's attempting to set Ossie on fire with his mind.
"I accept your sincerity, but your intervention simply isn't needed."
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"Would that we could all be so robust and steadfast as to have no insecurities. Of course, you know where to find me if your answer ever changes, wot?"
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"Do I? What is your cabin number?"
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"123. However I'm very rarely in- my roommate rules the roost, I'm afraid, and I've had to seek accommodation elsewhere."
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"Who is your roommate? And where are you found if not there?"
And, because he can't take it anymore, "Why are you still offering your hand to me like that?"
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Because it's annoying Peter.
"Because it's generally polite to shake someone's hand when it's offered, and I was curious as to when your manners would return to you."
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Maybe it's that mutual dislike that finally convinces Number 6 to take the offered hand. In any case, he finally does reciprocate the handshake, though his grip might be slightly firmer than necessary.
"My manners seem to have abandoned me since last night. I thank you for returning them to me."