Grand Opening!

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Characters: Bryn Zethir and EVERYONE!
Date: Friday Evening, September 13th
Location: Bryn's Unnamed Bar
Situation: It's time for a grand opening!
Warnings/Rating: None expected but label your own threads if necessary.

After weeks of scrimping and saving, planning, organizing, working every day to get everything just so, Bryn's tavern is finally ready to open. There were times she wasn't sure it was ever going to happen, because what did she know about running a business, having only been a customer all of her adult life? There was still a chance that this would spectacularly flop and she would be broke and back to square one again. But tonight isn't the night to worry about that. One thing Bryn does know how to do is throw a party.

So, the two story has been scrubbed and polished within an inch of its life. The lanterns inside and out are burning with fresh candles. The bar is fully stocked, the kitchen has been bustling all day with food preparations, and for tonight, the stage is occupied by some of Keeliai's finest and liveliest kedan musicians. At one corner corner of the first floor, a table with ten jars can be found. Before each jar is a suggested name for the new tavern, and baskets of smoothly polished pebbles to be used to cast votes. Each attendee is welcome to vote for the name of their choosing, and Bryn will call her tavern by whichever one is the most popular.

All that's missing are her guests, whom she hopes to keep as customers over the coming weeks, months, or however long Bryn's stay in the city is.

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Poll #14201

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 27

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Bryn's tavern needs a name, and the following options have been suggested! Every character attending gets a single vote and the one with the most votes will be the one picked!

View Answers

Bar In-Between
2 (7.4%)

The Brazen Pack-Beast
1 (3.7%)

The Brazen Turtle
10 (37.0%)

The Carapace
1 (3.7%)

Chelonauts
0 (0.0%)

The Frisky Swizard
8 (29.6%)

Iron Turtle
2 (7.4%)

Nowhere
2 (7.4%)

The Red Lion
1 (3.7%)

That Place
0 (0.0%)

Comments

FIRST FLOOR

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The first floor is where most of the activity happens throughout the evening. There, guests can find the main bar, an assortment of tables and booths, and the stage where kedan musicians play! Down a hallway at the back the restrooms can be found, the entrance to the kitchens, and a convenient back door for anyone wanting to make a more discreet entrance or exit. More details about these areas can be found here.

Korra | Open

[alphatar]

After spending most of the day preparing the to be was filled to the brim with bottles, drinks, and the right equipment for the bartender to be fully ready for the grand opening, Korra was ready to actually start her first night as barback.

It was a great change of pace from volunteering at the clinic and had a fun atmosphere that she really needed to surround herself in. Between keeping the bar stocked and arranging the unopened boxes of liquor in the back, Korra can be found sitting at the bar, casually bending herself a non-alcoholic drink and watching the customer come in.

This was an excellent choice and she was glad that Bryn hired her, more now than when she first voiced her interest in the job.

[aloadeddie]

Arthur's done a little procurement for Bryn's business venture - it stood to reason that he'd be there on opening night, if for no other reason than to judge whether it might be a good investment in the long run.

Well, it was hopefully going to be a fun night, at least.

Leaning against the bar, he offered Korra a skeptically raised eyebrow. "Aren't you a little young to be hanging out in a place like this?"

Nita bartending, open

[littlecousin]

Nita's an experienced bar patron, and over a year experimenting with mixing her own drinks here in Keeliai makes the jump to bartender a logical one in her mind. She's figured out equivalents for most of the cocktails back home on late 20th-century Earth, and invented a few with local ingredients or exotic ones from other worlds. (On that note, the management does not recommend ordering a Waterbender unless you are from the Water Tribes or Atlantis.)

Her sole concession to practicality is a brand spanking new bar apron tied over her usual bathing suit...with nothing in the pockets. It's within the realm of possibility she has no idea what you're supposed to carry around as restaurant staff, since a career in food service is not something she'd ever considered before, and certainly not one her cousin the king of Atlantis would approve of if he were ever to find out--though even he'd concede that friendly little Nita has what it takes to be an excellent barkeep. She can even do her own bouncing.

One downside she hadn't considered, however: having to stay put when nothing's happening. Not as planned! Leaning on the bar, Nita rests her chin in her hands, gazing blankly at the rest of the room.

[asouthron]

Now there's a sad sight: A bartender with no patrons. Well, McCoy is happy to remedy that. Taking a seat at the counter to her right, the doctor hesitates from ordering his usual. A mint julep can be called a comfort food in his diet, and the idea that it's going to taste different on a different world makes him question if he should simply keep the good Southern memories sacred and locked in his heart until he got back to where he belonged.

"I'll have a whiskey sour, please," he asks politely instead. When she turns to him, his brow creases softly in recognition. McCoy's pretty sure he's talked with the woman before, but for the life of him he can't remember when or where.

[imaginate]

Having tried Dick's drinks, Kyle wanders over to Nita, who looks extremely out of place with the lack of pockets. He's extremely curious as to what she'll be mixing up, and whether his plain old human physiology can take it. (Sue him, he likes pushing his limits. Guy's not here to challenge him, so he has to make up for that.)

'Hey,' he says, sliding over his glass. 'One of... whatever that was you just gave that guy.' He gestures vaguely.

wow I never hit send for this!

[bludhavenknight]

When there's a lull, Dick takes the chance to get to know the other person he's going to be working with. After all, at the end of the night, they have to split their tips, so it's better to know who the money is going to, right?

But there was the fact that, well. She looked like a few people he knew, though he wasn't sure if he could flat out ask her if she was an Atlantean, or if she just liked to wear bathing suits around, followed by 'pair it with some stockings'. She could join the ranks of leotards and fishnets!

So when the lull happened, Dick came a little closer and mimicked her, leaning on the bar with his head in his hands. "So what do you think, so far? Think we'll get some regular customers to keep us busy?"

Dick Grayson, the other bartender, open!

[bludhavenknight]

The last time Dick got to tend bar was when he worked at the bar in Bludhaven. And he had loved it. Absolutely loved it, even if he had no idea how to do anything when he first started out. But he'd learned, just as he could learn a few new things here, too.

But it was nice to have everything come back to him so easily. Like he hadn't ever stopped mixing drinks, cracking open bottles of beer. Hell, he had his muddler handy, right there in the pocket of his apron. Because you had to have something to keep everything you might need handy. Plus, he had the bar flair down pat. Dick couldn't remember the last time he had been this excited about starting something new.

And he was ready to go.

Bryn in Hostess Mode | Open

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For most of the evening, Bryn can be seen just about everywhere in the tavern. A version of her seems to be on all three floors, seeing to everyone's comfort, making sure things run smoothly, and also doing her best to see to it that no one gets into any trouble or goes where they shouldn't.

Wearing a fitted emerald green dress made by the Earth sector's best seamstresses, she mingles with everyone she runs into, if only to say hello and ask if there's anything they need. While her priority is to play hostess, and it's clear from the smile on her face that she's enjoying it, that isn't to say that she isn't also enjoying seeing friends and enjoying the fruits of her labor as well. What's a party without a little food or a drink, after all?

Shepard | Open

[cmdreffingshepard]

The place looks great, as far as Shepard is concerned. Some commanding officers have stricter rules about imbibing while on active duty - some even go so far as to discourage it during shore leave. But Shepard has always been different - the kind of stress most soldiers are under (especially those under her command), sometimes drinking and dancing the night away is the best remedy for it, to ensure a clear head and task-oriented focus. As long as no one shows up for shifts drunk or hungover, she's always poo-poo'ed at the stuffed shirts.

She only wishes this place had a dance floor. Or that there was some ryncol around. Ryncol is about the only thing that can still reliably knock her on her ass.

Dancing or no, there's a steady stream of booze and a good spot for people watching - Shepard's about as content as she ever is on the turtle.

Sei | Before/After performing, Open

[leviathaned]

[He had promised to sing, and while Sei does many things that are considered questionable, breaking promises isn't one of them. Especially when it's a promise he'll get paid for. So throughout the night, when there are other chefs around, Sei slinks out of the kitchen onto the stage to sing, all rich jazz songs in a rich, honeyed tenor. His voice is a thing of completely unfair and ridiculous glory, and even when he finishes a set (usually three songs, with no requests taken as he has no idea what anyone's talking about), he lingers by the stage for a while, and seems perfectly relaxed and completely approachable, for once.]

Willow Rosenberg ☆ Open

[guiltapalooza]

It's somewhat melancholy to show up without any of her friends in tow. Even when she'd been in Devon and scared that they'd never want to speak to her again, Willow at least knew that they existed out there somewhere. Now she has no such certainty, and although the first foreigner run tavern opening up is an admittedly exciting event and she wants a piece of it, it's difficult to be going to the local Bronze equivalent alone.

But she's never going to meet anyone if she stays alone at home moping, trying to meditate to mixed success. She's still scared to use too much magic here, not due to any native quality but just because she is very much alone. Magic is almost commonplace on Tu Vishan, and no one else seems to have an appreciation for the kind of role it plays in her life. A complex, addictive one, that she neverless can't and wouldn't want to suppress.

Willow slinks into the bar, technically old enough to drink now but not a huge fan of it, and slides onto a high seat at a small table back out of the way. She toys with some indeterminate drink, having watered it down so it's only lightly alcoholic, and looks out at the crowd. Initiating social contact had never been one of her skills, and it isn't spontaneously coming to her now, either.

Maybe coming alone just to be a lonely wallflower wasn't her best idea.

rachel elizabeth dare ° open

[truesight]

[ Rachel is all for hanging out at the grand opening of this place. whatever it turns out to be. a bar? she heard about it in passing, about twenty minutes before her arrival, and that was enough to get her to want to stop by. maybe she should have invited the rest of the campers she knows from home to join her, but it really was a last-minute decision, so for now she's just walking around by herself. which is kinda nice! just sipping at her drink and taking in the feel of the place. quite literally, if she taps into her abilities and lets her feel it. it's just a little nudge she can get from people's moods, a vibe.

pretty great vibes all around here, so far.

especially right here by the stage - she's hanging on the outskirts of the small crowd that's formed in front of the stage, a glass of Cola in hand as she bobs her head to the music. it's not bad! a little weird, like most of the native stuff here on the turtle, but not bad. ]

Éponine Thénardier | Open

[jondrette]

Eponine had only heard about the opening just recently, and having nothing else to do that evening, and always enjoying a good tavern- given the fact she'd grown up in one- and a good drink, she's happy to attend.

Dressed in a dark olive skirt and a dark brown top, she keeps to the edges of the party, observing mostly, and, as always, enjoying the food and drink.

Fran | OPEN

[wonmyfreedom]

While Fran isn't the most social person, she's found that going to places such as these is always useful. Taverns are good for finding both information and people, as well as enjoying what one would hope is a decent selection of alcohol. Right now, however, she is more interested in the people here. She only knows a small handful of the foreigner population, and this is as good a place as any to try and assess things.

Potential allies, people to avoid, people she and Balthier could steal from... really, there are all sorts of possibilities. Fran was never one for mingling, though, so for now she will stand back and observe.

Shayera

[wingedwarrior]

[Normally at a bar, Shayera's all for starting a fight for the laughs. But this place seemed a little too classy for that. Regular hole-in-the-walls are her kinda place for stuff like that. But there's noise, music, the smell of various drinks, so it makes her feel a bit at ease with all the hustle and bustle of opening night as she wanders around to get a feel for the place. See if she should come back. And she takes this opportunity to sample some of the drinks they've got here.

There's a few glasses in front of her at the bar(some empty, some about half full), and she's watching herself carefully to make sure she doesn't go overboard. There's no reason to celebrate, aside from the opening and she had nothing to do with that, so Shayera makes sure to drink carefully and make good choices. "Good choices" being not choose to go up and dance and "accidentally" hit someone.]

SECOND FLOOR

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The second floor contains all of the smoking lounge areas as well as private rooms. Private rooms are not technically open to guests this evening, but someone clever enough can certainly sneak into one unnoticed if they time it well. On this floor, the music isn't as loud, and guests can also find the table where they can cast their vote on their preferred name for the tavern! More details about these areas can be found here.

Bryn in Winding Down Mode | Open

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By the end of the evening, there's very little that needs to be done. The kedan she hired to keep on top of keeping the place clean throughout the evening have done an excellent job. A little worn out and tired after spending the evening split, Bryn can be found in singular mode, stretched out on one of the plush couches in the smoking lounge.

She thinks to herself that she ought to take her shoes off, maybe rub her feet a bit, but that requires getting up enough to do so, and for the moment she only has energy to reach for her glass of water, or the mouthpiece of the waterpipe on the table in front of her. So instead she remains as she is, relaxing after a very busy, successful evening, watching those who pass by to see if any of them are friends who might join her.

Arthur | Open

[aloadeddie]

Arthur isn't a smoker - too smelly, ruins nice clothes and increases the cost of his dry-cleaning - but there's nothing like a nice, dark smoking lounge for quietly people-watching, sipping a drink, and remaining at least somewhat anonymous himself.

This might become a good place to do business, if the bar continues to attract customers.

Lord Henry, Dorian, and eventually Bryn for great awkwardness.

[epigrammatical]

Tobacco, cigarettes, pipes—Henry has quietly arranged for Bryn to have the best, and he passes through the smoking lounge observing his handiwork with pleasure. After making the rounds of the party, he finds a comfortable place to sit and opens his cigarette-case.

And then he swears softly under his breath, for his match-box has gone missing.

ROOFTOP

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The rooftop is open to all guests as well. While there aren't any musicians or servers frequenting this space as often as they will when the establishment is open, there's certainly enough space and seating for anyone who wants to get a breath of fresh air, or a little more space from the noise downstairs. More details about this space can be found here.

Doc Holiday | OPEN

[doc_holi]

Holiday heard about a new bar in town through word of mouth. Usually, bars weren't her sort of scene, but she decided to at least support someone's opening night and maybe having a drink or two. The doctor is now very happy that she did so.

After touring through the building and grabbing a watermelon margarita along the way, Holiday found herself on the beautiful roof of the establishment overlooking the area. This place was pretty nice... Perhaps she should find reasons to come here more often.

Bruce Banner | Open

[angermanaging]

Bruce isn't here for any of the usual reasons. He doesn't want to socialize, he doesn't drink alcohol except an occasional single beer, and he's not much for live entertainment. In fact, he's made one circuit throughout each floor, poked his nose everyone it could be poked, and then come up to the rooftop to stand and look out over the city.

He's here because Betty got hired as security and he's enough of a stalker to find that out. He won't be invasive, or do the bad boyfriend thing of telling everyone else that works here that they better treat her right-- he's not her boyfriend, he doesn't have claim to do that, and even if he did, he wouldn't-- but he feels a compulsive urge to keep tabs on her. Betty doesn't need it, but his peace of mind does.

Mission accomplished, he's idly loitering and debating leaving, nursing one half-full beer.

Isaac Lahey l Open

[bereavements]

After casting his vote for a name, "The Frisky Swizard" being his name of choice, Isaac heads up to the roof to get some fresh air. He tagged along with Stiles because Isaac had nothing to do. Stiles wants a job and Isaac doesn't know how to be alone in an apartment with Scott McCall right now. Imagine that. Stiles and he are still a ways away from being best friends but they've made great strides.

The view captures his attention and he finds himself lost in thought. Between Erica's implications and Stiles' bad jokes, he's actually thinking about Scott more than he'd like to admit. But, he knows Scott had only ever been with Allison, and he felt something for Scott's ex-girlfriend. Somehow, things remained complicated. He was content with simply hanging out with him, horsing around. It felt like they were getting closer but like he was living with him, like a close roommate in college - not that he's been to college.

Or, like he'll ever get to college.

Sometimes, things seemed so simple here. Right this second, nothing was wrong. There was a beautiful view and he could hear the faint sound of the entertainment two floors below.

OTHER

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