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[dhil]

[Carefully inspecting a bottle of Jack]

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[under_separate_cover]

[Oh God, there it went!]

Ah, my bottle! Cheers very much; now, could I have it back...? Maybe??

[dhil]

[Oh! Okay, they don't really know what it is anyway. They hand it back over without a fuss. Here you go!]

[under_separate_cover]

[Oh! Well, thank you for being so obliging, so quickly! R smiles at them, and offers them a shot glass.]

You want to try it? Maybe? I mean, if you don't like strong drinks, then--. Maybe it won't work for you...

[dhil]

[They like drinking. They like drinking soda, and water, and milk, and lemonade. What's a strong drink? They don't know.

So they nod, looking just fine with this.]

[[lol! oh, poor thing... they're about to get a SURPRISE! xD]]

[under_separate_cover]

Well, okay, then.... [And of course, R pours out the shot before resorting to drinking straight from the bottle herself; she was missing that damned bottle of Jack for a good day, and now, of course, it's time to make out UP with the bottle, for losing it for so long.] Here you go, sir-or-madam... [she says at long last, after drinking down a good tenth of the bottle.]

[dhil]

[They take the shot, fiddle around with something in their pocket, and pop a straw into the glass. That's not a lot of drink in there this should be easy to-

OH GOD NO

And they spit the whole thing out again, fumble the glass, set it down sharply and make a series of gagging sounds]

[under_separate_cover]

Oh! [Honestly, R should NOT have been surprised at all, especially once this poor being took out a damned straw to drink the Jack down... But still, she was, in fact, slightly surprised as she gets sprayed with a fine mist of fine Tennessee whisky, and of course, her drinking "companion's" spittle, she could only assume.] Jeez... I mean, I'm so sorry! I should've warned you about the "strength" of this stuff... [Of course, with whisky mist upon her face, she cannot help but lick it up, even though it probably does have spittle from the first "drinker" who attempted to consume it.]

[dhil]

[WHY WOULD YOU EVEN-

They look almost offended, staring at her in blank confusion as they hunt around for something to clean their mouth out with.

Was that gasoline they just drank?]

[under_separate_cover]

Oh God, I am sorry! [And R winces apologetically, at the mysteriously-draped person who just spit out her whiskey all over her!] I mean-- do you want something sweet? I do have some sweet drinks, too.... [Like, say, wine coolers, or even just plain pop/fizzy drinks!]

[dhil]

[Yes they do want something sweet! They need something to wash their mouth out with, they look absolutely miserable]

[under_separate_cover]

Right, then.... [She smiles slightly, as she suddenly realises that she hasn't heard her "guest" say a word, since they arrived in the doorway of her bedroom, toting the bottle of Fine Tennessee Whiskey, and remarks, before reaching to the mini-fridge for a nice, cold fizzy-drink:] You... don't talk much, do you? I mean, it's fine that you don't, really! That is to say-- I can speak for both of us, and more than enough to make everyone around us go deaf, or just go to sleep, one or the other, really! [She giggles a little bit, the whiskey reaching her bloodstream and crossing into her brain at long last, and then offers the poor thing a nice cold bottle of Coke-- that if they don't drink themselves, will no doubt end up in a Jack-and-Coke later on....]

[lastest_ringbearer]

Is being small person in bottle?

[dhil]

[They take the coke without complaint, sipping on that and relaxing a touch. Well... good at least they had this.

They just kind of nod along to whatever she's saying, apparently confused, but not willing to argue]

[dhil]

[It... doesn't look like it? They look inside and tap it and turn it all around, but can't seem to locate anyone.

So they just shrug.]

[lastest_ringbearer]

Why is having person name on it, then?

[dhil]

[... Maybe it's Jack's bottle?

... Oh dear, they should go find Jack and give this back to him. He has a lot of his bottles here, he must be missing them!]

[lastest_ringbearer]

*But there are so many people named Jack, it would take forever!*

Warning! Made-up bullshit incoming! The shocking secret of the bottle awaits - if you dare!

[ben_theultimatepro]

[ What looks to be an ordinary human businessman is casually strolling through the desert, the sun above shining brightly behind him; despite the heat and his black suit-jacket-tie outfit, only the smallest bead of sweat drips across his forehead and his stride shows no signs of exhaustion, though he looks skyward, apparently lost in thought. He glances briefly at the strange human(oid?) inspecting the bottle of Jack Daniel's, and turns his gaze back to the sky, nearly walking past entirely...

Then he freezes. He turns his head back to the bottle and squints. A navy blue ribbon tied around the base; an unusual cover, depicting a short-haired, grim-faced man with no resemblance to Jack Daniel, dress shirt tucked into dress pants with suspenders, and what looks like a longsword slung over his back; the liquid has a faint, ebbing, glossy black shine; it is half-empty.

The man's eyes widen and his jaw drops. He strides briskly to the guy inspecting it, clears his throat - loudly - raises his finger and speaks, his voice shaky but with a clear - if very clumsy - attempt at firmness. ]

Ahem. Uh. Hey, er, buddy? You really shouldn't drink that. I-I mean, you seem to have, um, drank some of it already, but... you'll be fine - I, erm, I think - just don't down the rest of it. Like, seriously, don't. To be... honest, it isn't so much your health at stake so much as it is... shit, how do I explain this? Of all the times to blank...

...Look, would you please give the bottle to me? I'm pretty sure I know what to do with it... well, okay, maybe not sure, but...

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{{ Looking through the profile in that app, I wasn't able to pick out a description of Alim's appearance (I was skimming through, admittedly, so I might have just missed it), so just so I'm clear on this; do they look exactly like they do in the icons (i.e. colorless skin, colorless clothes) or are there any key details that the icons don't depict, like skin tone or anything else? Would be good to know for reference.

One more detail about the bottle that Ben does not notice, but Alim might have; Looking at this image, the two vertical sentences on the edges instead say "QUALITY AND CRAFTSMANSHIP SINCE 19XX" and "EVERY DROP MADE IN OUTPOST 27, COLONY ZX". Of course, going by the other threads, I'm guessing this won't be something they'd actually take note of; still, might as well establish it.

Also, I'm not kidding with the subject line; without spoiling too much, a bunch of made-up bullshit involving the multiverse will follow this. wheeeeeeeee }}

[dhil]

[[They appear to be Arabic and have a very dark skin color. I'm just cheap]]

[... What, drink this? They didn't even open it, they weren't even sure it was a thing they were supposed to put in their mouth. They stare blankly at him for a moment, before just dumbly handing the bottle over without a fuss. Well if he wants it, he's more than welcome to have it, they thought it looked a little funny anyway.]

(1/?) Sorry for the delay! Procrastinated on setting this up.

[ben_theultimatepro]

[ The man sighs in relief, though he remains tense. At least he's smiling at the bottle inspector now, as he takes the bottle and sets it onto the sand carefully on a spot which he had quickly attempted to make mostly flat (and didn't do very well at). ]

Thank you! I know you probably need a drink - more so than I ever will, at any rate - but trust me, you're gonna be glad you didn't pretty soon. If I, uh, don't mess this up, anyway...

[ The man stares intently at the bottle, scratching his chin and muttering to himself. He reaches into his jacket and (with a quick flash of light from within the garment) pulls out a small notepad with a blank green cover. He quickly flips through, eyes scanning pages upon pages of writing in a language known nowhere on this Earth. Then he goes through it again. And again.

He grimaces, and puts a hand to his forehead. The notepad falls onto the sand. ]

Well, fuck. Here goes nothing, I guess.

[ Slowly, he touches the tip of the bottle with his index finger, and slides it down to the edge of the ribbon. He pokes there, once, twice, thrice... For a few moments, he continues to poke it, his brow furrowed intensely. Then he stops, and for a few moments more he stares at the bottle, scratching his head with his other hand.

Suddenly, he slugs the bottle, sending it spiraling into the air!

But before the bottle can make it more than a foot off the ground, it glows brightly with a strange black light. Rapidly, the black light grows huge, consuming all sight... ]

(2/3) Revealed: The Truth Behind (The Bottle of) Jack Daniels

[genieisthebottle]

[ ...and when the black light has cleared, a man lies in the sand in front of the two, the bottle nowhere to be seen. ]

Urgk...

[ The new man stirs, struggling to his feet. He looks just like the man who was depicted on the bottle's cover - clothes, hair, longsword and all - but in color rather worse for wear. He is drenched from head to toe in sweat; his sleeves have been torn away at the elbows and smaller tears are numerous on all of his clothing; his skin is harshly sunburned on every exposed area and then some; there are bruises on his cheek, left wrist, and right forearm; there is a small, but fresh cut across the bridge of his nose, and several of the tears in his clothes expose other small wounds; barely able to stand, he stumbles and nearly falls over more than once, and he struggles to even lift his head and face forward.

Put simply, he looks like he's seen much better days.

The businessman hands him a crimson canteen, which he yanks from his hands and wastes no time in chugging down completely. He pauses, blinks a couple times. He twirls the end of the navy blue ribbon tied around his longsword's strap. He raises his head, opens his mouth...

...And falls face-first back into the sand, unconscious.

Shortly, he begins to softly glow blue. Very, very slowly, his wounds start to seal, his clothes start mending themselves together; should anyone casually try to touch him during this, they will find themselves repelled like a magnet. ]

(3/3) *SHOCKING TWIST* over. Resume normal roleplay procedures.

[ben_theultimatepro]

[ The businessman is kneeling down, watching the other man begin to regenerate. He's been wide-eyed since the man appeared, but finally relaxes now. ]

Oh thank fuck that actually worked. I was not looking forward to-

[ Suddenly, he looks at the guy who had the bottle in the first place. The man scratches the back of his neck and shuffles awkwardly. ]

Yeah, so... uh. I imagine you have some questions. But first! How's... how's your day been? Good?

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{{ That ended up being longer than I thought it was going to be. Rest assured, if we keep going, there likely won't be anything nearly that long again. }}