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

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"I guess I'll have to hope the head chef I hired is up to standards then if we want to keep you around," she replied with a wide smile. She thinks that this place is great, but she's nervous all the same. A grand opening that went well but...it helps to hear from everyone and often that it's as fabulous as she thinks it is.

"But yes, I'll get some sleep. To be honest I'd consider taking a power nap now but I want it to empty out a bit more before that so resting here will have to do," she says, bringing the mouthpiece of the hookah to her lips a moment before blowing smoke out toward the ceiling.

"So your company, while appreciated in itself, is also valued because you are keeping me awake," she says with a bit of a chuckle.

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A power nap sounds like a good idea. In fact, a power nap sounds like such a great idea, Scott is going to try and gently persuade Bryn to take a nap right there and then. Admittedly, he's not very good at persuasion but he is at least going to try.

"I appreciate the fact that you appreciate my company but I bet I would probably be more useful as a guarddog than a staying-awake mechanism." Things Scott is good at: demoting himself to non-people objects. "Take a nap. I'll stand around and make sure nothing blows up and that no one accidentally sets themselves on fire trying to make a Flaming Russian."

Not that he doubts the ability of the clearly excellent bartenders Bryn's hired but. Well. Drunk people do weird things sometimes.

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Bryn looks over at Scott with a tired sort of ease about her, smile light, and she leans a head over on his shoulder.

"Do you think you can do the same thing while sitting down?" she asks, letting her hands rest in her lap as she shifts against him to get comfortable. Using him like a pillow? You bet she is. "I mean, if you don't mind, anyway."

Because naps are best shared with other people, after all.

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The weight of her head on his shoulder is surprising but not unwelcome. To tell the truth, Scott sometimes misses the comforting reassurance of physical contact in all of its various forms.

"Not at all. But if something blows up in the bar then we might be screwed." His tone doesn't seem all the worried though; in fact, he's quite comfortably nestled into the couch and has no intention of moving any time soon.

So much for being a useful guard dog.

"Nice choice in couches, by the way. I might have to get one for myself."

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"You should. We'll both have to if something blows up in the bar though," she comments idly, not concerned because her staff is good. They know what they're doing. Nothing is going to happen to her place and she is going to rest here.

Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes, more than comfortable.

"Your place nice? I don't know if you ever told me what sector you live in..."

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If there wasn't another human being leaning on him right now, he'd be squirming in his seat at the question. As it is, he fidgets, infinitely glad that Bryn's eyes are closed and she can't see the expression on his face.

"It's...crowded."

His voice is carefully neutral as he says the words, because he knows that "crowded" is a nice way of describing the mess that is currently his suite, filled with half-created inventions and empty cereal boxes and a small supply of air-conditioned tribble cages that he still needs to get rid of.

"But yeah, I like it. It's home away from home while I'm here." More of a home than anything he'd had back on Earth, to be truthful. "It's in the Metal Sector. Kinda gray and boring. I haven't really decorated yet."

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"I could help if you wanted?" she offers, sounding a bit tired, half-dozing, but her tone is surprisingly sweet when she speaks. Content. "Don't have to decorate it like this if you don't like this for home but I could put you in touch with some people at least."

Bryn never really paid attention to that sort of thing before. She traveled too much to care about the state of her room. Home was in the things she carried with her then, not in the walls and decor. But here, she's too stationary for it to not matter. She'd always had a home to return to then, and here she'd needed that too. It's why she's nested in her own Fire sector suite. Why so much of her new business reflects bits and pieces and the spirit of her country.