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sticksandbones2025-09-16 05:05 pm
unheiring) wrote in sticksandbones2025-09-16 05:05 pm
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Drinks Are On Me (Bar Log)
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.]
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.]
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[He doesn't know why he's so surprised. Min had seen the cages around, so why wouldn't the carnival workers have used them?]
Why did they do that?
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[He rolls his eyes, but afterwards looks at Min-Gi with a quirk of his lips, indicating it wasn't all that serious.]
So, I had to endure a procession of carnival workers shaming me for my audacity. But to be fair, they cheated first by giving me a squeaky mallet.
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[As though the carnival workers weren't rigging the games and changing the rules at their own whim.]
Locking you up's a bit much though. They could've just not given you the prize.
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I was mad. It was the principle of the matter.
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[It makes him glad he's kept his interactions with the games and the workers minimal.]
How long did they make you stay in there for?
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That's so creepy...
[He shudders at the thought, taking a drink.]