Jul. 19th, 2013
First Entrance
Jul. 19th, 2013 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boyscoutThe door opens and a young man slips inside, one hand holding an old duffel bag, and a bus ticket clutched in the other. He's a good few inches over six feet, dark hair and light-eyed, with a few weeks worth of stubble obscuring the line of his jaw. His clothes -- jeans, denim shirt, jacket, muddy work boots -- are the kind found in any thrift store and look well-worn. Since his attention is on the ticket, it takes a few moments for him to glance up and look around.
From the way his brow immediately furrows, this establishment is obviously not his intended destination. His steps slow down, body language becoming a little wary, but still heading toward the counter in search of a drink. And, hopefully, some answers.
[ooc: Clark is arriving several years before his arctic adventures. Discretion is awesome re: his identity. Ping the mun with any questions. Standard slowtime warnings apply, but the post is open nearly forever.]
From the way his brow immediately furrows, this establishment is obviously not his intended destination. His steps slow down, body language becoming a little wary, but still heading toward the counter in search of a drink. And, hopefully, some answers.
[ooc: Clark is arriving several years before his arctic adventures. Discretion is awesome re: his identity. Ping the mun with any questions. Standard slowtime warnings apply, but the post is open nearly forever.]
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Jul. 19th, 2013 09:40 pmthe_obverseTime has passed, and this strange afterlife of Grantaire's has not resolved itself into any of the more traditional forms of judgment with which a classical education has made him familiar. Nor does it appear (as of yet) to be a brief post-death hallucination -- although, of course, in a hallucination, time may move as slowly as it pleases, so the hypothesis has not yet been thoroughly ruled out.
Either way, if his destiny is to sit forever in a cafe and drink, then who is Grantaire to naysay destiny?
Therefore, he is sitting at a table with a wine bottle -- and a clean shirt. However strange the circumstances, Grantaire was not made for solitude.
[OOC: Player is about to get on a train without internet and may or may not be back tonight, but post is open indefinitely!]
Either way, if his destiny is to sit forever in a cafe and drink, then who is Grantaire to naysay destiny?
Therefore, he is sitting at a table with a wine bottle -- and a clean shirt. However strange the circumstances, Grantaire was not made for solitude.
[OOC: Player is about to get on a train without internet and may or may not be back tonight, but post is open indefinitely!]
Happy Hour
Jul. 19th, 2013 11:35 pmba_na_naThree minions walk behind the bar. They've been watching they've seen how it goes. One little minion grabs a towel and starts wiping glasses. Another starts throwing bottles around like he's Tom Cruise in Cocktail - until he drops one and smashes on the floor. The third grabs a stool and climbs up, humming what sounds suspiciously like YMCA, as he writes the special up in brightly coloured chalk.
