The mead… Was like, so good. Virgil wasn't sure how many glasses in he was when Damien blacked out. Damien was certainly acting loopy and funny after the ceremony, but since Damien stuck close to Virgil he didn't think anybody but him and Remus noticed how out of it he was. Remus carried him back. Virgil chased after him and worried over tucking him in. The acolytes were going to take him, but Remus insisted and hefted Damien up into his arms with ease. They acolytes looked kind of impressed, but anybody with eyes could see Remus could throw any single one of them across the room without breaking a sweat. Damien was slightly taller than Remus, but Remus picked him up and carried him in his arms like he was nothing. Virgil was really jealous of how strong Remus was.

Virgil pulled the bottle of allspice mead and a glass out of Damien's cabinet and placed them there for the morning. He'd probably want it. He also placed a full water skien on the table. Remus must have taken Virgil's look of jealousy as wanting to be carried because he swooped Virgil up quickly after they were sure Damien was settled in.

"Hey!" Virgil yelped and Remus chuckled heartily and headed towards the door.

"We'd be really tall if you rode on my shoulders," Remus smirked and pushed the door closed with his hips. Virgil didn't fully get how Remus got there, but he was on board.

"Yeah, we would!" Virgil grinned. Remus put him down carefully and squatted down low. Virgil's legs were kind of short to climb up on to him, but that never stopped Virgil from climbing before. Virgil held tight as Remus stood up. "Holy shit! We're so tall! Wait? How are we gonna get through the doorways?" Virgil asked curiously.

"Strong knees like ox," Remus guffawed and opened the door to the hall and bent his knees enough that Virgil could bend down and pass through the doorways.

"Awesome," Virgil cooed reverently as they stepped back into the sanctuary hall to head back outside to the veranda-thing. Though it wasn't connected to the sanctuary. Probably because of all the torches. Virgil couldn't remember the word, but things looked cool up here and he forgot to care. Virgil held on to Remus's head and admired the dragon statue at the entrance from a new angle. The scales and spines along the top of the head were really amazing.

"Duck, nerd," Remus said as they came to the front door. Virgil stopped staring and ducked down so they could exit.

"What's our new seer name, now that we're one giant super seer? I like Vimus. Regil sounds too close to your last name," Virgil asked curiously and Remus laughed and pat one of his legs he was holding on to balance Virgil.

"I like Vimus," Remus grinned. "To the mead table!" He announced and took wide steps back to the veranda thing. Holy crap, long legs really got you places fast. Virgil kind of felt like he was jogging. Damien was spindly and tall. He could probably really get going. Not that Virgil could climb Damien like a tree, as he could on Remus. Damien probably wouldn't like that anyway.

Remus walked across the grass quickly and Virgil held on carefully as Remus freed one arm to pour them new drinks. He passed one up to Virgil, who threw it back and passed it back down. He was a little scared to hold a cup up this high. Remus tilted his head back carefully and downed a cup as well.

"Let's find the ganja. I bet Ozzy's dad has it. He was near the eastern pillar before D- I mean- Lord Damien passed out," Virgil said, pointing. He was so glad it was nighttime and he could think straight and find things again. There was plenty of spirit (and spirits) here, so Remus was probably also kind of wired. But Virgil was literally on top of him, and Virgil wasn't worried about him getting disconnected.

He was worried about falling. He could crack open his head on these stones. Apparently the garage with the car they take into town was a whole mile out and there wasn't a doctor here, just an herbalist and a few guys with first-aid training. That would be bad. Plus, he hoped they wouldn't get a vision because he'd totally blackout and then fall and crack his head- Remus tapped his leg three times.

"Hey, I feel you thinking about bad stuff up there. Cut it out. I found Ozzy's dad. We'll get him to roll us one," Remus said.

"Um, sorry," Virgil mumbled.

"It's fine, we're getting weed," Remus said cheerily. "Hey Bartholomew, we require a finely rolled masterpiece to ease Virgil's worrying,"

"Sir Remus and Sir Virgil! Of course. Will you also be partaking, Sir Remus, or just a small one for Sir Virgil?" He asked and pulled out a small leather sack.

"Of course I will be partaking. You are an extremely skilled horticulturist. It's the best I've ever had," Remus beamed.

"Thank you for the high praise, Sir Remus! We're still in the process of breeding the right strain for Visions that I hope will knock you on your ass in one hit," Bartholomew smiled and rolled them a joint. It was pretty big for just Virgil, so good ol' Mew-mew must have been told by Ozzy about Ream's tolerance. Or maybe he could just size up a joint by looking at someone. Which would be cool.

"That's a pretty tall order, but I'm happy for the challenge," Remus laughed.

Virgil leaned against Remus's head as Remus used both hands to start it. They had to use natural matches here, which was a much bigger pain in the ass than lighters. Virgil could feel Remus's chest expand under his legs, which was neat. He giggled slightly as Remus passed it up to him and took back a hold of Virgil's legs. Virgil took a pull while Remus let it out slowly.

"Thanks, Bartholomew!" Remus chirped. "You wanna look at the stars, Virge?" Remus asked.

"Damn right I do," Virgil exhaled. "Thanks, Mew-mew," Virgil giggled. Mew-mew looked a little surprised but laughed loudly as they walked off to exit the covered area and into the grass. Remus, with an impressive show of core strength, sat down cross-legged on the grass and Virgil stepped off him carefully. He passed Remus the joint before stepping in front of him to lay back in the grass with his head in Remus's lap. Remus leaned back to let Virgil see the stars.

The stars shined brighter and the light from them blurred a little together from all the mead. It was a really amazing view out here. Remus passed him back down the joint, and he took a hit, handing it back to Remus. Remus took what could only be described as a massive hit while Virgil released. Virgil couldn't help but chuckle and cough out the last of the hit, watching Remus's cool determination. The drumbeat in the background was kind of mesmerizing. He was pretty he saw somebody going off on a hurdy-gurdy earlier, which was pretty cool.

Remus would probably be more interested in socializing if anyone was closer to their age was here. Only the acolytes were at this party by this time of the night and most of them were mid-twenties or higher. Most of the compound was present for the ceremony part, but they had to push all the younger ones off the bed pretty quickly since moon-high was late and they all woke up early. The acolytes all had to work in the morning, but were either concerned about the kids' health more, or were giant hypocrites. Virgil was really hazy on all the reading he did yesterday, but something about the dragon milk makes you more durable and that's their excuse for staying out late once a month.

"You're thinking too much again, take another hit," Remus said, passing back down the joint. Virgil laughed and took another hit.

"Are you trying to keep my mind wandering too far back to sad stuff?" Virgil chuckled after he exhaled and handed back the joint. He was just starting to get a little fuzzy and Remus's lap felt really, really nice.

"You got it, hombre," Remus said before taking another draw. Virgil watched the stars shimmer brightly. "The stars are bright tonight. You gotta do it," Remus chuckled. Virgil laughed as he exhaled. "'Ey, sorry, take another draw," Remus said. Virgil nodded and took another and handed it back to Remus.

The whole sky glowed while he exhaled, watching the shining stars. Virgil crawled up into Remus's lap completely and leaned against him, wanting more warm fuzzy contact. He closed his eyes and felt Remus's robes between his fingers as Remus took another hit. Nothing mattered to him anymore but being close to someone other than being kind of thirsty. Remus unclipped his water skien and handed it to Virgil, somehow knowing. Remus was too good to Virgil. He gratefully took a few gulps and leaned back into Remus, pressing into his chest. Remus handed back down the mostly killed joint, and Virgil considered it for a moment.

"If I, um, get weird with another hit would you take me to bed? I can cuddle D if you want to come back out," Virgil asked softly.

"Sure, V," Remus ruffled Virgil's hair and Virgil took another hit and passed it back for Remus to finish. Things got hazy. Everything looked soft, and everything smelled so good. Maybe he was just hungry. Virgil crawled off Remus's lap to a nearby forget-me-not and took two heads and slipped off his shoes. He shifted to sit back in Remus's lap and felt the grass with his toes while he sucked a little nectar out of the flowers.

"You're the cutest little weirdo, you know that?" Remus purred and rubbed the back of Virgil's head. Virgil melted into the feeling and was lost.

Virgil woke up a few hours later with a mad need to pee, holding on tight to Damien. He must have gotten weird. He tried to roll off the other way, but he rolled right into Remus. Maybe Remus laid him down, and the bed was too cozy. Beds are the best thing ever stoned. Remus grunted as Virgil pushed his arm off of him so he could crawl down the middle of the bed to use the restroom. It was nearly pitch black in the room, so he definitely rammed into a few things trying to get to D's bathroom. His night vision was normally very good, but he was still feeling the weed and the mead. The downside of the new moon and no electricity. Virgil managed to succeed though. There was a window that the starlight shined enough into that he could see in the bathroom well enough.

Virgil had no idea where he'd find D's clothes or if they'd even fit, but he wanted to change into pajama pants instead of sleeping in the robes. It seemed like a great idea to just take his robes off, but then again he was still pretty high and this wasn't his room. He should probably trust his gut that it was not a great idea, and that was just the weed or the mead talking.

Virgil carefully crawled up the base of the bed back into the spot he was in. Damien hadn't moved at all, but Remus had shifted. He punched Remus lightly in the shoulder and he mumbled and rolled enough to let Virgil back in and shifted back under the top sheet and against Damien. Contact felt so good, and the bed was so cozy and he snuggled in. The motion made Remus move again, and he rolled over and grabbed on to Virgil. Virgil sighed contentedly and fell back asleep.

"D, V, I gotcha some lunch," Remus called, knocking on the wood bed frame. Virgil shot up, surprised awake by the noise and motion, his brain working hard to figure out where the hell he was. "Breathe, buddy," Remus reminded him and Virgil took a deep breath. Oh. books and dragon's blood incense. It was D's room. Virgil relaxed almost immediately. Damien groaned and rubbed his head. "I can just eat your portion if you want to go back to sleep, D," Remus grinned while Virgil sat up and stretched.

"I don't think I could make it to the table if I tried," Damien groaned.

"I got you a bed tray, don't worry. You don't have to get up to eat. I can help ya to the bathroom if you need, though," Remus offered. Virgil carefully crawled clear of Damien and went to the table.

"Please," Damien hissed, covering his eyes. Remus got Virgil the kid's meal instead of the ribs and roasted vegetables, which Virgil was eternally grateful for. He couldn't stomach ribs if he wanted to. He picked a roasted zucchini slice off one plate, though. Virgil sipped the grape juice and rubbed his eyes, which were pretty foggy. Damien and Remus were gone from the bed, so they must have gone to the bathroom. Virgil would be too embarrassed, but there was nothing that grossed Remus out on the whole planet. Remus could sit next to Virgil on the floor while he was retching into the toilet and be unfazed. If Virgil heard puking noises he got pukey, too. It was a really underrated skill.

Virgil noticed their two stoles carefully draped across the chair next to him. Remus must have remembered to remove them last night, thank goodness. Getting steam to remove wrinkles in those things would be a pain in the ass and Virgil was hungover as balls. They were supposed to take care of the stoles alone instead of being able to just put them in the wash with the rest of the robes. Damien had to take care of his whole vestments himself, so they had that to look forward to.

Virgil started his sandwich when Damien and Remus re-emerged from the bathroom, Remus carrying Damien back into bed. Virgil put down his lunch and gathered up the tray to bring over to Damien. He placed it over Damien's lap as soon as Remus managed to get him settled sitting up.

"Thank you," Damien hissed and slowly started to cut up his vegetables. Virgil took his tableware from him quickly and cut them up for him along with the meat off the ribs. He handed back Damien's tableware with a small smile and headed back to the table for his sandwich and pear. Remus poured Damien a single shot of the allspice mead and walked over to start his lunch as well.

"You want my roasted carrots, V?" Remus asked, pushing the two aside from the rest of his vegetables. Remus absolutely abhorred carrots. His family used to make boiled carrots all the time and he just even hated the thought of them. Virgil nodded and quickly popped one in his mouth. Roasted carrots were good, but Virgil wasn't a big fan of boiled vegetables either, honestly. The texture was gross.

"So, we both slept through breakfast?" Virgil asked tentatively.

"Asleep like the dead. I woke up a little late, but lots of people were late for breakfast this morning. I tried to wake and ask you if you wanted anything, but neither of you even shifted like you even recognized I was there," Remus explained between mouthfuls of ribs. "You were spacing out while I rubbed the back of your head and when your eyes finally opened to see the stars, you had some kind of seer thing or something and went out like a light,"

"Oh, I thought I got weird," Virgil rubbed his eyes again.

"Nah, just a cute little cuddle gremlin. You did hiss at a cricket," Remus laughed and Damien groaned. "Sorry, D," Remus quieted down and apologized quickly for his volume.

"Do you know what it was? The seer thing, I mean," Virgil asked curiously.

"You were muttering fast, and I was pretty blasted, so I didn't hear," Remus said. "I'm okay to help out today if you guys want to relocate to our room where there're curtains and go back to bed,"

"More than I want to finish eating," Damien groaned. "I should get some installed, too," he grumbled. "I don't normally have to do back-to-back services,"

"Just eat another couple of vegetables and finish your mead and I'll carry you over," Remus offered, taking a giant swig of juice.

"You are a blessing," Damien mumbled and stabbed at his plate tiredly.

"I've just got to help them roll out the electronics, right?" Remus asked.

"Yes. I handled most things yesterday in anticipation of this. You may have to settle disputes with the sign-up sheets. The first few days the electronics get back out are our most tremulous times, I think," Damien mused tiredly and yawned. Boy, he could yawn widely. Wow. That was almost scary. Virgil was pretty certain he unhinged his jaw.

"Can you get me a laptop this evening to contact Remy?" Virgil asked nervously. "I… want to be able to think straight to talk to him," Virgil added.

"O'course, V. Who's gonna say no to the cutest new seer? Plus, I can put you on the sheet before it's even pulled out," Remus said.

"Oh, keys. For the storage shed. Fake bottom in the top drawer of the drawers next to the mead cabinet," Damien grumbled. "Absolutely no using the keys to go on the roof without Virgil," He added quickly. Virgil tittered quietly.

"Fine," Remus drawled and took another big bite.

"Please take the tray, I can no longer continue," Damien asked meekly after a moment of quiet eating. Virgil hopped up quickly and took the tray off of him and brought it back over to the table. Remus greedily stabbed at the leftover rib meat. Virgil only managed to take a few bites out of his pear before his eyes got heavy again. Damien was probably in the same boat. Virgil was jealous of Remus's insane energy levels as a seer of spirit. Virgil took another bite, and a big painful yawn took over his face. Remus picked up his pace at eating, and Virgil blinked slowly while watching Remus eat like a starving demon.

"Alright, back to bed. Go on ahead and change Virgil, I'll help D out of his vestments and come tuck him in next to you," Remus offered. Virgil nodded slightly, and another slow blink made him bob. He pointed at the half-eaten pear. "Yes, I'll finish your pear. No food wasted," Remus chuckled quietly as he got up to go pull a change of clothes out for Damien. Virgil wobbled as he got up and lamely made his way to the door to head to bed in the darker quarters.