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

[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.

[littlecousin]

Oh hey, the guy who brought the furry abominations to Tu Vishan. Fortunately, Nita doesn't hold grudges over honest mistakes. Or even not-so-honest ones. She's easygoing.

"Comin' right up, Doc." She remembers his title, but not his name. Oops. "They make pretty decent whiskeys around here, but we had to teach them about sour mix." And the bar staff has to make their own out of real lemons, which had proved to be something of a revelation for Nita, who'd also spent years thinking margaritas came out of a mixer bottle.

Nita gathers up the ingredients with the ease not of long practice, but of merely being superhumanly dexterous, and when she cracks the cocktail shaker to strain the drink into the waiting glass, it's almost like she knows what she's doing.

[asouthron]

"Huh..." What a negligible thing to take for granted. There are plenty of moments in his day that McCoy can only blink and realize that, despite how much he'd enjoy a laser scalpel or shouts "Lights!" expecting energy to do his bidding, they are gone and aren't coming back any time soon. Some are more mood killers than others, but it is still jarring to the system.

Thanking her when the glass is set in front of him, the man take a shallow sip of his whiskey. "Well, y'all did a good job on the sour." It's a nice twang in his mouth that leaves his lips smacking. He also appreciates any bar tender with a heavy hand.

[littlecousin]

"Thanks!" Positive reinforcement is always nice, though he probably doesn't want to reinforce Nita's heavy-handed mixology too much. "I guess back home they probably just squeeze lemons same as us and then add preservatives, but I wouldn't know how to do that here without a factory or industrial chemists or anything. ...I bet Dr. Banner could figure it out."

When you think frivolous applications of science, think Marvel supergeniuses!

Nita leans on the bar, far enough to one side of McCoy that she's not in his face. Something else she hadn't considered: she can't drink on the job. Or at least, not alcohol. But it's okay. Her family is nothing if not tough.

[asouthron]

McCoy snorts. "A noble cause for any physicist." Wiping the condensation off his glass with his fingers, he takes another gulp of his whiskey.

"You're that Atlantean, right?" He remembers the alien swoop of her ears. Honestly, the doctor's surprised he remembers anything about her, or anyone that day. He had furrier problems to deal with than courtesy. "I don't believe I got yer name, though..."

[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.