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

[imaginate]

I know about it, too.

[It's been tried so many times; Kyle's lost count. He doesn't need to say it - and doesn't want to - Shayera knows what people are willing to do to gain power and well. The last green ring in the universe, left with somebody who wasn't even trained? She can guess at what happened. He doesn't want to relive it in words, even if she's the one asking.]

You and James, you're a pair, y'know.

[He's too tired to fight this. He drags his glass over and drinks.]

No idea why you keep saying that.

[wingedwarrior]

We talked about this, Kyle. [Love isn't something you understand. They talked (well, Shayera did) about it not too long ago, and she's still trying to make it stick. The mind control part is what really gets her. Just that one simple line and she can guess what happened.

Something about the way he drinks makes her stop for the time being, though.] I told you why we do this.

[imaginate]

[Tired:] I know.

[He sips, carefully. He's in a Mood, and alcohol doesn't help. He's not going to make bad choices today.]

You know what he said? "Think about me telling you about what you've done, pretend it's some other guy." Not so many words, but [he sighs.] You're right, you both are. It's insane. Nobody should be able to do any of that, let alone make it through.

[wingedwarrior]

[There's a triumphant smirk on her face for a brief few moments. Go Jim. She's going to have to thank him for that one later.] But you did. Not Hal Jordan. Not the Guardians. Just you. You're the strongest person I've met, and there's no other GL I'd rather be siblings with.

[imaginate]

[He leans in to her space, just slightly, and quietly sips his drink.]

[wingedwarrior]

Hey. [She taps his glass.] Make good choices. There, I've been a good big sister for the day. [Half-assed attempt to lighten the mood, yes it was. She pulls him a little closer, as if to invite him to lean on her if he wants to.]

[imaginate]

[He grins at her, appreciating the gesture and not.. accepting the offer just yet. It's still a very public place.]

Don't worry. I'm always responsible. I think I can count on one hand the times I've been too drunk to go home.

[wingedwarrior]

[She'll leave the silent offer open, for whenever he wants it.] That's a load off my mind, I wouldn't want to drag you home just to have you hurl on my floor. Still, I'll be watching your drinking like a hawk.

[There's a brief pause, and all she does is point at him.] Not one word.

[imaginate]

[He stares at her, and then bursts into helpless laughter.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Oh, you know what, she's just going to shove you, who cares if they're in public.] I said don't say anything!

[imaginate]

I didn't!

[Technicalities!]

[wingedwarrior]

Laughing counted! [Ugh, she's just glad Wally wasn't here to hear that.]

[imaginate]

No it didn't! You explicitly mentioned not saying anything!

[wingedwarrior]

You opened your mouth, noise came out, it counted. [Her logic is flawless, fuck you.]

[imaginate]

Well, then, specify.

[SNIFFING HAUGHTILY AT YOU.]

[wingedwarrior]

No making sound of any kind at the joke I just made.
[CROSSING HER ARMS. >:C]

[imaginate]

[He tries. And tries. And tries.]

[Then, keeps snickering.]

[wingedwarrior]

[You know what, she's just going to smack you upside the head.] You're five years old, aren't you.

[imaginate]

You're no older.

[Lower:] Not so much in public, okay?

[wingedwarrior]

Hey, a woman never tells her age. [So yeah, she's like seven.

But at his request, she gives a polite nod.] Got it, I'll tone it down.