Drinks Are On Me (Bar Log)

[unheiring]

Who: Anyone and everyone.
What: It’s a bar log, throw your characters on here.
When: Mid month, during carnival terror.
Where: The Watchtower Bar
Warnings: Alcohol, per usual.


[Life goes on in the Grove. New faces come, and some of them leave before Luca even has the chance to properly get to know them. This month, the memories of everyone's ideal life likely continue to hang over their heads. And that actually sucks, thanks. So Luca makes sure to roll out the proverbial red carpet. Between that and the nightmare that is the carnival, the usual sign outside the bar is quickly updated: Free Drinks all Month

It's worth noting that the usual age restrictions are gone. Anyone is allowed to enter the tavern at this point, though Luca isn't going to be handing out drinks to anyone below 15 (he swears that's normal in Renova). Still, it's probably evident why he's been more amenable to the younger generation. A number of tables have been moved away from one of the walls, and Luca has taken the time to pencil out where a potential open doorway may go eventually. There are even stray papers behind the bar that you might catch sight of — looks like someone's planning an addition.

How interesting!

As usually, Luca puts out plenty of food. Probably more than usual. Is he trying to compete with the carnies by putting out actually edible dishes? Maybe. Enjoy your roast beef, pheasant, and rotating stews, I guess. There's also a cheese plate out this month, strangely absent over the last few. Maybe someone is feeling a little hopeful? Who's to say.

Enjoy your bar log. Drink, have fun, and break things. Luca's not your dad, and his ghost dad will probably just grin from his corner.]

Comments

[tempurahair]

[Kyojuro Rengoku tends to avoid alcohol. By default, that also means he tends to avoid establishments that exclusively serve it. But since Luca apparently prides himself on also serving a wide array of food? Of course Kyojuro shows up. And, well, um. Hope you served yourself before he got there, because he's grabbing plate after plate of various meats and vegetables.

(Yes, Luca's eyebrow twitches every time.)

After several hours of gorging himself, and when the next patron decides to enter the bar, they will surely feel a rush of wind over their head. A crow coasts in, alighting on Kyojuro's shoulder.]

Demon! Demon! There is a demon in the grove! Upper Moon Three has been spotted in the village

[This uh... This has been happening for quite awhile now. He's still trying to get Kaname used to it. Unfortunately, the ruckus might disturb some of the fun for awhile. Don't worry about it too much!

But hey! The fact that he doesn't drink, he still finds a way to enjoy himself. He picks up the strange jug of wine and does his best to try and keep it from spilling. It does. Every single time. It's a good thing his uniform is dark and his haori is out of the way, because otherwise he would be stained.

And no, he doesn't stop laughing the entire time. He keeps trying and trying. And when he finally tires of the jug, he moves on to throwing darts. Or trying. His depth perception is still a little off, and after throwing wide enough to nearly take out someone else's eye, he decides to retire back to his seat.

And eat a second fifth helping while he's at it.]

[bluebasketballed]

[upper moon three has been spotted outside the watchtower bar. framed by the open window closest to kyojuro, in fact. his eyes, glinting in the center hearth's firelight, narrow at kaname.]

I can hear your flying rat across the entire town.

[sparkplugs]

[Oh. Hello.

Cy is rapt with attention as she looks up at the crow, pupils large and dilated.]

My bird.

[cryopathy]

[sigh.

a while after the soup-hand fiasco, once kyojuro is alone again, the taller bartender makes their way over. they place a wooden bowl on the table and slide it close to him with a half-lidded smile that is both amused and chiding.]

Good ser, as delicious as I'm sure you are, your bare hands might impart a certain... flavor to the stew. Perhaps you could get an even larger serving into this vessel.

[a_shadow]

[ Tex's eyebrows go up when she witnesses the dart fly and nearly decapitate someone. Or nearly puncture their carotid, anyway. She watches the culprit go and sit down, preparing to enjoy some more wine, and she approaches, grabbing the chair and turning it around to sit on it with her legs straddling the back of it. She rests an arm across the back and leans in. ]

You usually that bad at darts? Or are you drunk as a skunk?

[bladeascent]

[Free drinks all month sounds a little crazy. The state of this place's economy is still lost on Vildred's rich boy ass — shells seem hard to come by so why would you give away things for free that's insane. Power to you for helping the poor and all.

So, now that Vildred has convinced himself the bar is doing well-needed charity work, he will be leaving a very hefty tip in the tip jar. It's the least he can do :) you're welcome :) He wishes you all would use gold like normal people but that's ok :)

He supposes... he is the poor being helped right now but still, he will not take advantage of this! There are people worse off in the world! Some guy at the table nearby is eating so much food that Vildred is legitimately concerned he might've been starving to death!

A n y w a y

After making a large donation of shells, he'll put himself at the centre of the nearest crowd. Hi! There is now a man here and he's talking to you with a mug of ale in his hand, easily striking up a conversation even if he doesn't know your name yet.]

What did you do before you arrived here?

[Icebreaker questions, y'know, but not the fucking insane ones that were asked the other day via notebook.]

[cryopathy]

[gods damn it all. of course the night kiera has off is the one that someone dumps every last shell they have to their name into the tip jar.

and then immediately comes strolling over to make small talk with them.]

... I was a jester. [they keep their wine glass in one hand, but the other splays over their head. their fingers wiggle as they half-heartedly do a little jig in their seat.] Tinkle tinkle. [use your imagination for their jester hat please.]

Another interaction for Vil to flub

[lovelyredthread]

[ For someone who looks so young he is remarkably unbothered by the alcohol and adults drinking it, even if he himself makes no move for any of it.

He gave Luca puppy eyes for a hot chocolate, its fine.

Pav is much more interested in observing the tangle of threads in here. How they interact and weave... he was minding his own business when he happened to catch Vildred's attempts at conversation. ]

I was what Master called a "Messenger of Joy" but most of the time that made me something of a guard and gatekeeper.

My god here we go

[tempurahair]

[Kyojuro avoids wrinkling his nose at the scent of alcohol coming off of that mug. This man seems friendly enough, nothing like the man he's used to dealing with. And if they're just making conversation, of course he'll oblige.]

I was a demon slayer, of course! One of the best! [Not one to let the conversation go so easily, he leans in toward Vildred.]

What of you!?

[unheiring]

[Luca eyes up that tip and decides... yeah, okay, he can make small talk. He doesn't really need the shells, no one does (hence, y'know, the free liquor), but he'll play up the friendly bartender routine if it gets a bit more coin in his pocket. It's an old habit, and the best way to draw out information.]

I was a bartender, of course. What did you expect?

[wolfetracks]

( he hadn't intended to stay long, but... he's also from the prohibition and he's mad about it, actually. so yeah, he'll stay for a good drink. )

... I was a police detective, though I'd all but resigned, to be honest.

[secondtyphoon]

[Yeah, free alcohol all month does sound like a scam, but also, man, maybe the people here really need it. He's not about to be a party-pooper.]

[He's also about as friendly as can be so he happily grins at Vildred and indulges his question.]

I was a freelance photographer!

[a_shadow]

[ Tex doesn't turn from the shot of alcohol she has just picked up to consume, lifting it regardless of the fact that someone has approached and spoken to her. ]

Usually went around killing people who tried to make small talk while I was minding my own business.

[ She then angles her eyes to look at him out of the corner of her eye, smirking a little. What she's said will not fully obviously be a joke based on her expression now, but she does give this clue. ]

[astralprojection]

[Well, he did tell Luca he'd be back, sooo.

He's eyeing that meat with perked ears and a tail twitching with interest, modestly loading his plate (someone tell them to eat more vegetables) before turning around and proceeding to nearly run straight into the nearest person. Oops! Astrid sidesteps as best as he can and holds his plate away to avoid a collision that would cause a mess, looking a tad sheepish.]

Sorry. I didn't spill anything on you, did I?

[outofsynth]

[Min-Gi is actually bypassing the food table, instead returning from the bar with a beer. That said, he'd still rather not throw it all over the floor or anyone else. Min twists away, just managing to avoid splashing more than a few drops over the side.

He still looks down at himself to make sure nothing ended up going down his front, but doesn't see anything obvious.]

I don't think so.

[divinechains]

[ Ras will be here, mostly because he wants to also be social. He is still learning he is Good To Do So here. People don't know who he is, which makes it prime opportunity to make friends and try to Be Normal. Unfortunately, he does not know how to do that fully, and his mind buzzes with what he "should be" doing. He doesn't know what to expect from himself, though. What do others expect of him? How does he be Person?????

...

He eventually finds himself standing by the food. ]

There is so much different food here? Is that normal? How are we supposed to...

[ Anyway, he's shoving his hand in the stew. ]

[tempurahair]

[Kyojuro stares at Ras, then down to his hand. He doesn't thin "oh, that must hurt." He doesn't dare question why the strange man is doing it. He simply takes one look at the pot himself and gleefully shoves his own hand downward.]

Is it quicker to eat this way? Or is it simply more customary?!

[He scoops a handful up for himself and slurps it down.]

[bladeascent]

[metal gear solid "!" noise as Vildred almost launches himself over the table to stop Ras from doing this—]

That'll burn you, be careful. Don't stick your hands in it.

[He has him by the wrist, like, no no no do not do this, the clinic lady is on VACATION what will they do if you burn your HANDS (see ain obviously but still)]

wait. what if there was another thread because i'm annoying

[bladeascent]

[So a bit later into the night when Vildred is certifiably Drunk but not Drunk Enough To Forget Anything, just like A Little Drunk, he very excitedly comes back to Ras after he's bothered this entire bar. God he loves parties so much dude.]

Ras! [And then he holds his hand out.] Come dance with me!

[oh No]

[sparkplugs]

[No, that is definitely not how to food. Even Cy knows that. She stares at his hand critically before climbing up to put her front paws on the side of the pot.]

Like this.

[She sticks her face into the pot. Sorry, Luca.]

[digitalgirl]

[She came here for the free food, not the alcohol, and she'd been content to mill around on her lonesome for the most part, watching everyone talk and laugh and have a good time amidst a bad situation. Good! That's how you stay sane in these types of troubling times.

Nanami has herself settled in a chair in the corner of the room with her gameboy gamegirl playing galaga gala omega, occasionally glancing up from her game to survey the room again and see what everyone's doing, people watching and wallflowering. However, the flashy sounds coming from the device or even just her sitting on her lonesome, perhaps, is enough to catch your attention...?

Or maybe it's when eventually she literally falls asleep in her chair, face on the table, with her game still running--]

[wolfetracks]

...

( that sure is a sleeping child.

after a moment, he'll lay his jacket over her shoulders like a blanket. rest up, sleepy girl. )

Min-Gi Park | Open

[outofsynth]

LEFT OF THE DIAL

[Min-Gi has been spending a lot of time moping around the Watchtower Bar recently, but Luca's efforts to improve morale in the Grove are helpful and it's not impossible to catch him in a better mood.

When the food is fresh he fetches himself bread and stew, or just cheese if he's only feeling snacky. The frequent contamination of Luca's cooking lately hasn't gone unmissed, so if he hasn't beaten others to the spread then he simply takes the time to focus on working on his music. He sits with a notebook and his mini-synth, the volume turned down low as he taps out different tunes, jotting down the notes for any that show promise.]

THE WAY I FEEL INSIDE

[When the topic of pin the bottle comes up, Min's quick to bow out with a stuttered excuse and an awkward expression. It's not that he wants to ruin anyone's fun (except selfishly maybe one person's...), but especially now he can't imagine anything worse. He's not sure if he's more embarrassed or jealous, but either way he's not sticking around to watch.

It's mostly to avoid worrying Ryan that he settles on claiming he needs some air rather than bailing completely and heading back to their room. Which is how Min-Gi finds himself standing awkwardly outside while a young deer with cyclamen buds where its antlers would normally be just starting to grow in sniffs at him. He had tried to deter at first, but it's persistent. By the time anyone comes out to either take a break or avoid the game with him he's petting it absently. It could be worse. There are definitely more dangerous animals that could be bothering him.

He offers a strained smile and wave with his free hand, leaning stiffly back against the wall.]

Having fun?

[Why is his voice so high?]

WILDCARD

[ooc: You can find me on plurk at thlayli, or PM me if you have ideas for other threads!]

(in my best singing voice) the wayyy i feel insiiide

[bladeascent]

["I don't want to be at the spinny bottle game" club unite! It looks like it's just them so far, but maybe they'll find others. Vildred in particular isn't keen on sticking around to watch people make out. Call him a snob or whatever. He's holding a mug that he intends to bring back inside once everyone has cleared out, but for now, another sip of ale down the hatch.]

I like parties, [he starts honestly, shrugging his shoulders,] but I thought I'd give them their privacy. It's not really my scene.

[And then he holds his hand out to Min-Gi to shake.]

I don't think we've met yet. Vildred Dayern.

Hayato | Open

[secondtyphoon]

[A new face? It's more likely than you think. Hayato slides up to the bar and helps himself to whatever ale might be recommended, gets a few light bar snacks, and just gets to people watching.]

[Every so often when something particularly interesting happens, he will write something down in a little notepad.]

[The best way to know your surroundings is to observe after all, and all of you people are pretty interesting!]

[sparkplugs]

[Someone else is people watching too. With a little less subtlety than Hayato himself. Cy hops up next to him, lowering her head so she can inspect the notepad he's writing in.

She is definitely in the way of his pen, so hopefully he wasn't making note of anything too important..]

[a_shadow]

Tex had arrived here and then spent a few days ignoring her bodily needs. She'd never been in a human body before and she didn't want to be in one, so denial seemed the best course of action.

At first.

By the time Tex has failed to achieve satiation at the carnival, her stomach is writhing and twisting in knots with the way it keeps growling for food. She enters the bar, where she has never been before, and sees the spread of food and drinks laid out before her like some kind of oasis. She immediately heads to the food table, grabs a turkey leg, and takes a large bite.

That has got to be the best-tasting food item in the Grove, Tex decides. It's so juicy and the skin has this perfect level of crispiness that make it incredibly delectable. Tex pauses just momentarily to lick her lip, where a little trail of the grease has dripped, and, letting out an involuntary and greatly pleased hum, she takes another, larger bite.

Uh... doesn't look like Tex is planning to take a platter and sit down, or anything like that. She shuffles down to another platter of things and picks up a cob of corn in her other hand. The scent of it wafts to her nostrils.

"Fuck," she says, her head dropping back momentarily in bliss. Why had she been ignoring her hunger? Food was... it was so good.