Drink Up was a virtual representation of one of Kassandra's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan in 2018 through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
Description[]
Kassandra approached Sophokles to obtain clues about her mother's whereabouts.
Dialogue[]
Kassandra walked from the center of the symposium in Perikles' house to a back corner where Euripides and Aristophanes were talking.
- Aristophanes: A new face in Perikles's abode! That in itself is a remarkable thing. You must have seen me doing my impression of Kleon. I call it "The Orange Ape." Tell me, what does it think?
- Kassandra: Did you just call me "it"?! Watch your mouth, Athenian!
- Aristophanes: It speaks, and so feisty, too! Sometimes I wonder if I'm doomed to be the only young and beautiful thing here. So, what do they call you?
- Aristophanes: Hmm. I wouldn't peg you as a Kassandra. But never mind. I'm Aristophanes, and this man is Euripides. Oh, go on. Introduce yourself.
- Euripides: I'm Euripides.
- Kassandra: For a playwright, you're not much for words.
- Aristophanes: Good men lead quiet lives, as old Euripides likes to say. Don't you, Euripides?
Euripides stood in hazy thought, before absently nodding his head.
- Aristophanes: Now, if you'll excuse us, I was just about to dazzle this old dog with my impression of Perikles. I call it "The Wooden Board".
- Kassandra: The man is your host.
- Aristophanes: Under every stone hides a politician, I always say, and Perikles is no different.
Aristophanes turned back to Euripides, ending the conversation, but Kassandra tried to speak to them again.
- Aristophanes: It's come back for more! Care to see my impression of Protagoras? I call it "The Flapping Bladder".
- Euripides: I'm sure she wouldn't.
- Aristophanes: Well if you excuse us, I'm working on my impression of you. I call it "The Pretty Monkey".
Rudely dismissed, Kassandra left the pair and entered the kitchen, where she saw a slave woman in front of her preparing food and Sophokles pacing in circles off to the side. Kassandra spoke to the slave.
- Slave: I'm too busy to deal with you at the moment. Go on, now. Out of my kitchen.
Leaving the slave to her work, Kassandra approached Sophokles in the corner.
- Sophokles: I suppose you've come here to mock me for my fight with Euripides?
- Kassandra: I've seen a lot of fights. That wasn't one.
- Sophokles: I really made a fool of myself this time, didn't I? I'm Sophokles, though I'm sure you knew that. And you are?
- Kassandra: I am looking for information that'll help me find someone. A Spartan woman.
- Sophokles: A Spartan woman in Athens? Sounds intriguing, though if you expect me to notice someone other than myself, you expect too much. You could talk to Euripides—he's the second-most worldly man here, that pediculous, xanthodontous, exophthalmic... morosoph. But he doesn't talk without a drink.
- Kassandra: I have no idea what that meant.
Sophokles smiled smugly.
- Sophokles: No, you don't.
- Kassandra: So, we get him drunk, and he talks? He sounds more Argive than Athenian.
- Sophokles: Impressive, foreigner. Euripides is from Argos.
(If "Why did Perikles invite you?" was chosen.)
- Kassandra: How do you know Perikles?
- Sophokles: I believe you mean to ask me, "How does Perikles know you?" I'm the greatest dramatist in the land, mentor to Euripides, lover of Asklepios, father of theater, and so on, and so on.
- Kassandra: I'm sure it's a real honor to have you hiding in his kitchen.
(If "Why are you upset about Euripides?" was chosen.)
- Kassandra: You're awfully worked up over Euripides. You sure you're just friends?
- Sophokles: I'm never "just" anything, foreigner. Though I confess, Euripides and I hold a bond deeper than brotherhood. Why he slums it with that banal young plaything, Aristophanes, I'll never know.
(Accept – "Time to liven up the party.")
- Kassandra: I'll get the wine.
- Sophokles: Wonderful. Now, if you want some friendly advice, Aristophanes cannot stand sweet wine. I've seen what it can do to him—absolutely, horrifyingly delightful.
- Kassandra: It wouldn't be a party without someone losing their stomach. I'll let you know if your plan worked.
Kassandra left the kitchen and attempted once more to speak to Euripides.
- Aristophanes: Care for another impression? My favorite is Sophokles.
Aristophanes punctuated his act by swaying side to side and flatly droning the last syllable as Euripides gave a disapproving look.
- Euripides: That one isn't funny.
- Kassandra: When I need to relax, I start a fight. For you, though...
- Aristophanes: Quickly, bring him some wine so that he might say something clever!
- Euripides: After my argument with Sophokles, I think I'd rather keep my head clear.
(If "Why don't you help me first?" is chosen.)
- Kassandra: I'm only here because I'm searching for someone.
- Aristophanes: And yet it gave us the distinct impression it was here to fill our wine. Let's focus on that first, shall we?
- Kassandra: You and Aristophanes could both use a drink. Let's play a game.
- Euripides: A competition?
- Aristophanes: Ah! Wonderful idea. Euripides seems quiet, but he never turns down a challenge.
- Euripides: Well, if you brought us some wine, I wouldn't be opposed to showing this young one how we Argives drink.
(Leave – "I'll be back.")
- Kassandra: I'll return. And when I do, you two will drink up
Kassandra returned to the kitchen to ask the slave for the wine.
- Slave: Save for that arrogant playwright, I don't see many distinguished guests in here. Can I help you with something?
- Kassandra: I've come to get your finest dry wine.
The slave motioned to a jar on the counter.
- Slave: Yes, take it. But get out of my kitchen. I'm very busy, you know!
Kassandra picked up the jar and left to serve Euripides and Aristophanes.
(If "Why not talk to Sophokles?" is chosen.)
- Kassandra: Why don't you just apologize to Sophokles?
- Aristophanes: It's he who should apologize to you!
- Euripides: Sophokles is a friend, and one good friend is worth an entire family. He just needs time to recover from his outburst.
(If "Why did Perikles invite you?" is chosen.)
- Kassandra: Perikles has invited all of you here for some reason.
- Aristophanes: Either we dine here, and praise Perikles, or we dine with Kleon... But Kleon has all the charms of a typical politician—a horrible voice, bad breeding, and vulgar manners.
("Drink up.")
- Kassandra: To Dionysos!
Kassandra filled both mens' cups and watched them down the contents.
- Aristophanes: This... this is delicious!
- Euripides: This is nectar of the gods! Another round!
("Have another drink.")
- Kassandra: How about some more?
Kassandra refilled the cups and again the men drank the wine.
- Aristophanes: Where did you get this delicious wine? It must be Perikles's finest!
- Euripides: You know what they say! Good wine makes good friends.
("Drink another.")
- Kassandra: Ready for another?
Kassandra emptied the jar into both cups and both men finished the drinks.
- Aristophanes: This is the best symposium I've been to in a while.
Aristophanes drunkenly staggered in his excitement as Euripides loosely waved his arm, causing both to drop their cups.
- Euripides: You know what? I like you. Who brought you here?
("Drink up.")
- Kassandra: Let's conjure Dionysus, shall we?
Kassandra filled both mens' cups and watched them down the contents.
- Aristophanes: This... this is pure swill.
- Euripides: Amateur! In my day, this would be considered nectar of the gods. Another round!
("Have another drink.")
- Kassandra: Ready for more?
Kassandra refilled the cups and again the men drank the wine.
- Aristophanes: Gah! I can hardly stomach this pig's piss.
- Euripides: I could outdrink both of you with one hand! Let's have some more.
("Drink another.")
- Kassandra: You ready for another?
Kassandra emptied the jar into both cups and both men finished the drinks.
- Aristophanes: This wine is terrible.
He vomited on the floor, shocking Euripides, who dropped his cup.
- Euripides: You... I like you. Who brought you here?
The two men drunkenly resumed their conversation.
- Kassandra: Hippokrates in Argos... Here I come.
She found Sophokles once more, still hiding away from the main room.
- Sophokles: How's Euripides? Drunk, I hope.
("Euripides can't see straight.")
- Kassandra: You can stop hiding in here. Euripides won't notice you coming out—he won't notice anything.
- Sophokles: Hiding?! Heed this: war has come to Athens. First they take our homes, then they take our heads. I intend to be found with at least my dignity intact. Or what's left of it, anyway.
Sophokles walked to the kitchen doorway to make his exit.
- Sophokles: If you see Perikles, tell him I said thank you for another colorful evening.
Her business with Sophokles finished, Kassandra returned to Euripides and Aristophanes to take them up on their offer of singing.
- Euripides: Dionysos! There you are. Everyone else here is boring. Let's play a singing game. You like to sing? You like to sing.
(Leave – "I don't do singing games.")
- Kassandra: I'm not singing.
Kassandra left to join the symposium, only to change her mind and return later.
- Euripides: Sing with me. Friends sing with each other. That's just what friends do. And you, me—we're friends.
(If "What are the rules?" is chosen.)
- Kassandra: What did you have in mind?
- Aristophanes: One of use will sing, then the other, and then back again. We'll take turns making verses, and whoever makes the best is the winner.
(Accept – "Nothing like a good drinking game.")
- Kassandra: Let's do this.
- Aristophanes: I want to play too! But who should start?
- Kassandra: I think you should, Arisophanes.
The timed competition began, with whichever playwright Kassandra picked singing the first verse.
- Playwright 1: Fine, fine. But let's do a good one. A battle song?
- Playwright 2: Is there any other kind?
The first playwright began singing.
- Playwright 1: With a flick of her limb, comes Aspasia's whim.
And Perikles's walls aim to contain us all, within.
- Kassandra: The Spartan hordes outside
eat your cattle and children alive.
They dance at your walls—
they don't rain, but they squall... - Aristophanes: Perikles guarantees death for us all!
When Spartan fathers refuse, they refuse beauty...
who go for the meat when they should go for the heart!
If they be sons, then bring their fathers!
This is war, war, war!
Bring the helots, if they be spillers!
It is war, war, war!
- Kassandra: Collect your weak and collect your sinners!
Line them up at the phalanx dinner!
This is war, war, war! - Euripides: If they want blood, then blood you'll give them!
- Kassandra: I'll stab their guts, and let them spill it!
This is war, war, war!
Puzzled at the song's change in tone, Euripides scratched his head while Aristophanes laughed.
- Kassandra: War is... tough... The more we fight, the more we...
- Euripides: The more we love!
Let the juices flow from the heart to the spear.
We have nothing to fear when death is near.
Our bodies bring with them nothing they hold dear.
All just meats, and juice, and liver!
- Kassandra: For when our wars are done,
after lives are lost and blood has run,
we must rejoin our broken daughters and our sons.
Reunited together, we will be one.
Caught up in the moment, Kassandra began circling the men as she continued singing.
- Kassandra: So grab your spears and grab your daggers!
Plunge them deep in! Heroes they'll make us!
This is war! War! War!
Having circled around, Kassandra stood before the pair.
- Kassandra: This is war, war, war!
- Euripides: War, war, war!
- Aristophanes: War, war, war!
But today we live and breathe,
so we fight to the teeth!
The competition ended.
- Euripides: Enough! Enough. You... you're a great singer.
- Aristophanes: The best! You should act in my plays!
- Euripides: Here, take this to remember the occasion! This party has turned out much better than I ever could have expected.
- Euripides: That was awful. I'm not sure you even know how to sing.
- Aristophanes: We might be too drunk. That was the worst song I've ever heard.
Before leaving, Kassandra spoke to Euripides one last time.
- Euripides: You should talk to Hippokrates in Argos. I'm sure he'll help you.
Outcome[]
Euripides told Kassandra to visit Argos and seek out the physician Hippokrates for potential information on her mother's location.