Grand Opening!

[trifurcate]

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

View Respondents

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

[mccallmemaybe]

"I know you're brave. You went in that ice cold bath." Isaac has proved his bravery on many other occasions, but the ice bath sticks out the most, Isaac thrashing in the water and reaching out to grab Scott's arm.

Some of what Isaac says has Scott lifting an eyebrow at him. You know which parts. "You want me to start dressing in cardigans and scarves, is that it?" Then he'll look as cool as Isaac Lahey? Puh-lease.

[bereavements]

"I had to. It was our only way of finding Erica." Of finding out what happened to him. He had reached for Scott. Scott - without him knowing at this second - is slowly becoming his anchor.

"You have form-fitting down. Now you need stylish."

[trifurcate]

"Well alright then, let's give you a try. Why don't you stop in tomorrow mid-day and we'll get you situated, give you the tour, and see if you can get into the swing of things before the evening crowds come in," she says, flashing him a smile. She reaches forward and pats his shoulder.

"Don't worry, we'll find out where you fit in best around here, one way or another. Here," she says, grabbing another glass from a passing tray and offering it to him. "To the newest member of our staff, hm?"

He looks old enough to drink. In her world, anyway.

[skybluejeep]

His eyes pop wide, but he doesn't say the obvious thing. Which is "I'm too young to drink." Because that might lose him this job immediately and boo. So he takes it, hoping it's actually the vodka cranberry it looks like, and raises it to her in a mock toast.

"To...me! Thanks, Bryn."

And he takes an appropriately small sip. Because he learned his lesson at the Bacchanal, thanks.

[trifurcate]

Bryn is glad he has no objection, gladder still for the company. She offers him a wide smile that says that much, and brings the mouthpiece to her lips again. Bryn breathes in, eyes closed, and when she exhales she blows smoke rings in front of her.

"I am not, actually. What sort of owner or manager would I be to take the day off during her business' first official day open? I have to be around from start to finish to make sure everything goes smoothly, and iron things out when it doesn't," she replies, clearly not bothered by the amount of work she has ahead of her. It's not the sort of work her parents had in mind for her, but that she's willing to put in the time would please them. "What do you think, anyway? Of my place, that is. Do you think you'll come every once in a while?"

[trifurcate]

[She doesn't pull the mouthpiece back yet, raising an eyebrow.]

No? Are you sure? Things here seem to be stronger than they are back home, I've found. I mean, you've tried the alcohol, haven't you?

[leviathaned]

It's not a matter of strength. [He shrugs.] My body will recover from it too fast for it to mean anything. If I work really hard and drink straight rubbing alcohol from a vat, it might mean something for a little while, but...

[trifurcate]

Their "dear Bryn" has been busy playing hostess a good portion of the evening. However, finding a moment to mingle among friends, with her guests well seen too, she jumps on the opportunity.

Quite literally in fact, when she spots both Henry and Dorian together. What good fortune she has. Beaming, she hops up beside them both and slips her arms through theirs. One to Dorian's, one to Henry's.

"My ears are burning, gentlemen," she says, leaning in to press a kiss to Henry's cheek, and then then to Dorian's. All she's heard are the last few of Henry's words, or she might have a great deal more to say. "I'm glad to see you both, however. I've been entertaining all evening and I've of mind to be entertained by good friends a while instead."

[depicted]

Dorian's answer, such as it might be, is interrupted by Bryn herself. He looks at Harry a moment longer—how often now do they speak in hollow tones, how often do they mask their winces at the false ring of their own conversation?—and then he lets it go, because Bryn has kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't call me a good friend, Bryn. I would much rather be a wicked one." He probably shouldn't drop lines like that in front of Harry, but here he is, easily falling into the role. "Now, how would you have us entertain you? I warn you, all we ever do is talk."

[epigrammatical]

Henry laughs out loud at Dorian's answer to Bryn—words that might have just as easily been his own—and he feels a threatening cloud pass away from his mood. He's curious now as well, to see how Bryn and Dorian interact. "It is the Englishman's curse," he says, slipping easily and comfortably into his old role of drawing-room wit. "For all that our race has little feeling for the beauty of literature, we cannot avoid a certain infatuation with words. There is no experience so sublime that an Englishman cannot find a way to talk it into mundanity."

[trifurcate]

Dorian's comment earns him a look that holds her usual amusement with a hint of a smoulder. She's too pleased, too in her element to care about whether or not she ought to be more coy. Her attention is drawn back to Henry in a moment, however, and she finds herself looking between both men with curiosity. She did know that they were acquainted, of course, but she can't recall a time she's had the pleasure of their company at the same time.

"You should know well enough by now that you would have to try very hard to speak on any subject and make it seem mundane to me, Harry," she says, then adds slyly, "and if I'm among wicked friends like the two of you then I think it's that much more impossible. But if you're both tired of talking I suppose I could try to think of something else..."

[mccallmemaybe]

Yeah, it's from home. I had it in my wallet when I came here. It's really bad, though.

Stiles left me a note that he was coming here. Mention naked girls and he'll be on his way. [ He's joking... sort of. ]

[doc_holi]

... Aliens? Machines? This is worrisome.

"... Your home is more different from mine than I originally thought. At least you aren't physically dead."

don't worry <3 I may have messed something up so this is my attempt at fixing it I am sorry!

[bludhavenknight]

"Really? Now I'm definitely feeling old, you sir, have put me in my place." Dick shook his head, still grinning. He'd messed up, though. Getting used to this place, complete with the drinking age, smoking age, not a kid anymore age...

It made it really hard to keep track. "I think that deserves a beer or two. I'll even throw a shot on the house, as long as you're not driving tonight."

[aloadeddie]

Arthur snorts faintly, but nods. "After a while, if you're not careful, it's possible to fall into a routine even in a place like this. Become complacent with the state of things."

They're probably talking about very different things, though only vaguely. For Arthur, it's his single biggest fear - losing sight of the fact that this place isn't real. Even as weird as it is, it's always a possibility. To get so caught up in the fantasy that he loses sight of the need to wake up.

It worries him more than he lets on to Ariadne, because he figures he needs to be self-assured. She's still new at this, so he can't show her any vulnerability on his part.

[cmdreffingshepard]

"Yet," she says with a snort. "Ah, well. I'll do okay here, I guess, as long as there's a good bar and good company." She raises her glass to the other woman with a tiny smile.

[truesight]

-- Do you have it with you now?

[ BECAUSE NOW SHE WANTS TO SEE IT and it's very obvious by the way her eyes widen a little bit from over the rip of her cup a she takes another sip of her drink. and then he goes and says that, and there's a small snort that makes soda tickle her nose as she laughs ]

Naked girls. He has a very serious crush on someone, I'm sure the only way that would really, actually work, is if I tried to convince him that she was here. But. That would also be really mean, so I won't do that.

[trifurcate]

Bryn notes the very small sip he takes and grins. She only sips from her glass as well, but knowing how potent the alcohol is in Keeliai, she's made sure most of the drinks circulating around aren't quite as strong.

"Thank me tomorrow after you've had a full shift, hm?" she replies with a grin. After all, tomorrow was going to involve a hell of a lot of clean up. "Got any questions you need answering now?"

[trifurcate]

Okay, but why would it recover too quickly? You're a tall guy but unless you've got more powers you haven't talked about, I'd think it's just a matter of enough alcohol to do the trick.

[She shrugs a bit.]

[leviathaned]

...Actually, about that...do you have a knife on you? Easier to show than tell.

[epigrammatical]

"Complacency is indicative of a laziness of thought," Henry agrees. "More than that, though—I suppose I find that it is often as if a dull sort of fog has crept into all the corners of this city, dampening the spirits, dulling the shine."

[littlecousin]

"'That Atlantean?'" Nita laughs, because that particular style of referring to a member of her species is usually reserved for her abrasive cousin. "I'm an Atlantean. Namorita Prentiss."

She fails to explain where she came by a completely normal human surname, and sticks out a hand for him to shake.

i think we've all been there

[littlecousin]

"What else is there to do around here besides drink, dude?" She turned around, facing the mirrored rear wall of the bar, and leaned back, stretching her legs out until they blocked the aisle and she was supporting her weight on elbows and heels. It should have seemed awkward, but Nita had the preternatural dexterity of a superhuman, so her lack of regard for the normal ways of using surface furniture came off as far more graceful than it had any right to.

It also meant she could tip her head back to look up him. Dick was pretty easy on the eyes. Unless he suddenly manifested an awful personality, as far as Nita was concerned, he could stick around.

[littlecousin]

"Grain alcohol is gross, though." Nita makes an exaggerated face of disgust and backs up her assertion by pointing at him with the metered-pour spout of the rum bottle. "Totally not worth killing yourself with."

[trifurcate]

Not with this dress, I don't.

[She looks around to see if there are any plates left to be cleared. Alas, there doesn't seem to be anything.]

Can't just tell me?