IMDb Flu: The Aftermath

[oldsugartooth]

Caius has been well for some number of days now. His fever broke long ago, and his continued absence from the bar proper has owed more to embarrassment than a lack of strength, though his memory of what exactly happened to him remains fuzzy and vague. Finally, when he can wait no longer, he decides to brave the public eye and face the day.

He slinks into a bar stool and orders a serving of eggs and guar meat. The entree appears, along with a small slip of parchment.

Vodka martini (x6) - 40 septims
Cigarettes, Balkan and Turkish blend (x6) - 50 septims
Severed goat's head (x1) - 15 septims
Damage to upholstery of chairs and sofa - 200 septims
Destruction of furniture by fire - 400 septims


One bug-eyed Imperial spy, sitting at the Bar in slack-jawed, uncomprehending silence. Botherable.

(no subject)

[equal_of_any_man]

Olivier has found his way to the archery butts in the grounds and is trying to work out how to string the longbow in his hands. He has no experience of such things and is making rather a mess of it at the moment.

Feel free to bother or help him.

(no subject)

[damncompass]

There's an intense flash of white light by the door, followed by a twinkling of shiny gold. Out of the flash steps Joshua, surprised, with a huge grin on his face. "Holy Mother of God, it worked?!" The grin never leaving his face, he goes over to Bar, grabs a beer, and claims a table with a book that appears out of his bag.

He's probably in for it if his sister sees, but hey. It worked.

Outside, afternoon

[witchfinder_general]

It's not even a week since Father Harman has seen the last infected person, so he feels he ought to wait at least until Monday before going home. However, spending the last week and a half mostly at the library has been very fruitful, but he feels he needs some fresh air and movement.

So, despite the occasional rainshowers, this afternoon finds him walking around the lake, with occasional inroads into the forest, or on the mountainsides. It's all not really that large, but it affords him some hours to ramble, think, and enjoy God's creation under an open sky. Yes, even though this is the magically created outside of a bar situated beyond time, space, or even reality, Father Harman still counts it as God's creation.

Everything is. Except, maybe, vampires.

(no subject)

[mjolnir_retriever]

Now that Thor has joined Security*, he has a duty to be available in that capacity every so often. (Thankfully, since his door isn't entirely predictable, there's no obligation to do this on a regular schedule.)

He's seated at a table -- which, as usual, looks slightly too small when Thor's sitting there -- with a tankard of mead and an interested expression directed towards the room at large. Draped around his shoulders is a garment somewhere between a poncho and a cape, made of a dark blue fabric shot through with a subtle glimmer; this is what passes for casual wear around Asgard's palace. Low on one shoulder is pinned a silver Security badge.


* What's that you say? You didn't see the thread in which that happened? Well, that's for the very good reason that SHUSH YOU SEE NOTHING WE ARE NOT ABUSING MILLITIME HERE. Thor and Mel Fray totally had an interesting conversation on the subject, or will once their muns thread it out. Anyway, he's been on Security for a little while now. Retconning is Marvel canon!

Afternoon, all around the bar

[femme_a_soldat]

Nobody stays in the cells until further notice here, apparently. After somewhat more than a week, even the Thénardiers find themselves released.

Quite aware of not having made the best of first impressions, Monsieur and Madame Thénardier have decided to make themselves useful, look harmless, meet people, and learn more about this place. So, this afternoon finds them in the bar, armed with a tray and a cleaning rag each, clearing tables.

Most likely, they will come to yours as well, take your empty coffee cup, teacup, glass, plate or whatever used dishes there are on your table, give the surface a good wipe, and chat briefly about absolutely nothing.


[[OOC: Two muns, two pups, ask for one or both, otherwise get either! If they get obnoxious, somebody will be by to re-arrest them, never worry. Open through the weekend -- monsieur's mun will be scarce on Friday, though.]]