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

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]

Scott's only here because he woke up from a nap to a note from his friends saying they were attending the opening of a new bar. He didn't like being in his suite by himself so he decided to check it out. He wished they'd just woken him up so they could have all gone together but maybe he looked too peaceful in his sleep to be woken... Unfortunately his friends had forgotten to write down where the bar actually was but luckily he had an enhanced sense of smell that made it easy for Scott to track down his friends by their scent.

Arriving at the bar, Scott noticed the jars and voted which named he liked most, then went looking for his friends...

But another one of his werewolf abilities made him notice the redhead sitting by herself. Scott could sense emotions. There was a strong sense of loneliness coming from her that made Scott stop in his tracks and frown. He couldn't ignore it, not when she seemed so... sad. Maybe talking to someone would cheer her up. He'd find his friends later.

Scott took a seat at her table and offered her a friendly smile, quickly trying to think of something to strike up a conversation. "So what name did you vote for or is it strictly confidential?"

[guiltapalooza]

Willow's not used to being randomly approached, still, and is taken aback for half a second, having an internal me? moment. But she recovers. She's a lot less of a shy wallflower now than she was years ago.

Just a sad one, apparently.

The choice of topic is an effective one. "I don't think the bar name is like the primaries," she says with an answering smile, toying with her drink. "Um, if you know what primaries are. Anyway, I voted for the Brazen Turtle. It's so... brazen."

[mccallmemaybe]

Scott's not the kind of guy to approach strangers back home, he's a little socially awkward and he's never had a lot of friends. It's always just been him and his best friend, Stiles, who he wouldn't trade for the world. But Scott's trying to make an effort to socialize on the turtle, if only because Stiles has been telling him they need to get out more.

"Uh..." That's a definite no to knowing what primaries are. "I know what brazen means?" Cue embarrassed laughter. "I went for The Brazen Pack-Beast." He only liked it because it had the word "pack" in it.

[guiltapalooza]

She's entirely used to making geeky references none of her friends understand, so Willow isn't put off by his lack of knowledge at all.

In fact, she grins slightly. "Solidarity in brazenness. Not that I'm a great embodiment of that," whoops, suddenly some awkward in there, "but uh, it sounds good for a bar. All... encouraging the loosening of inhibitions."

Willow's about the least likely candidate for that, especially given how bad an idea it is if she does manage it. But it sure sounds good.

[mccallmemaybe]

"Me neither," Scott agrees about lacking brazenness. He laughs at the last part of what she says. "I guess that's what bars are for." Not that Scott is a likely candidate for losing his inhibitions either. He can't even get drunk because werewolves seem to be immune to alcohol where he's from.

It's probably weird that they're talking and don't know each other's names, so he introduces himself. "I'm Scott."

[guiltapalooza]

It's actually encouraging to her to find someone that feels similarly socially awkward. Willow's always made closest friends with those people, so she smiles at him more naturally. She's only had about half a drink, and isn't planning on having any more than that, which makes them a right pair in a bar.

"Willow. Nice to meetcha. So what are you doing at a bar if it's, as we've established, not for inhibition loosening?"

[mccallmemaybe]

"I was actually looking for my friends, Stiles and Isaac. They said they were coming here. I think Stiles wanted to ask for a job." Although Scott can't see them, he can definitely smell them around here somewhere, but he'd got distracted by Willow's melancholy mood. It seems to be getting better though. Scott's glad he made the decision to talk to her. He likes cheering people up. "Have you got a job?"

[guiltapalooza]

"Nope," she says, slightly guiltily, playing with her glass. "I'm not really sure where to start. I've never had a job before. Been too busy with all the, uh, college and demon fighting. Kinda full time occupations."

Buffy had always had to find jobs once her mother had died, and Willow hadn't envied her. It was no wonder she'd cracked somewhat under the stress in all the various ways she had. But Willow being spared from that did mean that she had no work experience whatsoever now, and she was at a loss for where to start.

"What about you?" Maybe he'll have good ideas on the job hunting front.

sorry for the late reply! feel free to ignore

[mccallmemaybe]

Scott really wasn't expecting demon fighting to follow after something as normal as college. And she sounded so casual about it.

"That's a pretty good excuse for not working... I used to help out a veterinary clinic back home after school and weekends. Now it feels weird having so much free time here." He was enjoying the time off but with his friends finding work, he was going to need to get a job too to occupy himself or he'd spend most of his days on the turtle bored alone.

"You're serious about the demon fighting, right?" Scott can't help but ask, wanting to know more.

no trouble!

[guiltapalooza]

Willow's taken to the cavalier attitude around here about magic and superheroes and so forth like a fish to water, that's for sure. She's always awkwardly struggled to keep her secret activities a secret, and now that she doesn't have to, she just drops them into conversation without fanfare.

Scott might think working at a veterinary clinic wouldn't be impressive to someone who regular fights demons, but Willow's getting that characteristic expression of a girl met with a cute animal. "That's really sweet of you," she says warmly. "I used to have a cat. Miss Kitty Fantastico. I miss her."

There's some mopey wistfulness in there, half for her cat and half for Tara, who she'd owned her with, that Willow quickly tries to suppress.

"Yeah-- totally serious. It's all a big secret at home, but I stumbled onto it in high school and I've been helping out ever since."

[mccallmemaybe]

"I was getting paid," Scott points out that he wasn't just working there out of the kindness of his own heart, the money was an incentive, especially when his mother was a single parent. Though to be honest, he wouldn't have minded working at the clinic for free. He was that kind of kid. Nice and helpful.

"It was rewarding but sad sometimes." Rewarding when he saw an animal he helped get better, sad when he watched an animal die and couldn't do anything about it. "Cool name," Scott comments on her cat.

"I can relate, stumbling into unfamiliar territory in high school..." Just not of the demon kind, of the werewolf kind instead. "So how do you stop a demon?" He figures it might be useful for him to know if he ever comes across one here.