Summer Solstice Happy Hour

[sunbaked_baker]

The Bar is always kind in giving Rae a couple of days' notice when it's going to be her turn to bartend. It allows her to plan a bit, and prepare. Despite - or maybe because of - the complications and troubles recently, Rae finds herself particularly enjoying preparing for the Solstice Happy Hour. Perhaps it's the refreshing change of actually having a plan. It's a return, perhaps, of normalcy. Or a semblance of it. She has avoided the kitchen altogether for the past two weeks, but she hadn't seen Dr. Lecter again. She has had time to think, and to calm down somewhat. Rae still finds moments when she is suddenly, violently upset again, but they are growing fewer as time goes on.

Sunshine's tendency is to dwell, but she refuses to let herself. There are thoughts that can eat you up, if you let them. She knows this all too well. She also knows that you don't have much energy left over for residual horror and anger when you're planning a menu.

So, near suppertime on the longest day of the year, her birthday, Sunshine comes out of the kitchen, her blue, sunflower-dotted apron having valiantly protected her lime-green shirt and purple jean shorts from stray splashes and smudges, and begins putting up the Specials boards.

Sunshine's Summer Solstice (Vegetarian) Happy Hour!

Drinks Specials
-Ginger Tea Lemonade
-Maple Lemonade with Peaches and Thyme
-Triple Threat Fruit Smoothie
-Elderflower Cordial
-Sangria (alcoholic)
-Rhubarb Grapefruit and Thyme Cocktail (alcoholic)

Dinner Specials
-Pumpkin and Chickpea Curry over Quinoa, with Green Tomato and Dill Tartines on homemade five-grain harvest bread
-Sweet Potato, Corn, and Black Bean Enchiladas, with a Baby Beet Salad with Goat Cheese and Walnut Granola
-Summer Vegetable Pot Pie, with Kale and Olive Oil Mashed Potatoes
-Vegetarian Chili with Butternut Squash, with Fig, Goat Cheese and Caramelized Onion Bruschetta on homemade five-grain harvest bread

Desserts
-Honeydew Mint Ice Pops
-Vanilla Mint Lemonade Ice Pops
-Lime, Basil, and Gin Ice Pops (alcoholic)
-Cranberry, Mint and Bourbon Ice Pops (alcoholic)
-Summer Blackberry Ice Cream
-Peach and Toasted Pecan Ice Cream
-Blood Orange and Pomegranate Sorbet
-Primordial Fudgecake

Rubbing a mild cramp on her hand from writing all that on the chalkboards and putting them up, Rae turns to welcome the first customers.

"Happy Summer Solstice, Milliways! What'll it be?"


(ooc: Mun is at work today, so will be in and out, but post is open forever. <3)

Notice

[crabbycustomer]

Karkat, of course, posts his notice every week. For the last several months he's been posting it on the other bulletin board. You know, the other one, over there. Right, that one, over on the fourth wall. Just off-camera. Next to Minkus.

But this week it's back on the usual one.

ATTENTION BAR DENIZENS

OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY EMPATHY BLADDER I, KARKAT VANTAS, HAVE CHOSEN TO SHARE WITH YOU AN EXTREMELY USEFUL COMMUNICATION UTILITY FROM MY REALITY, SUITABLY PARED DOWN AND SIMPLIFIED FOR EASE OF USE.

IT IS CALLED T MINUS.

IT IS A CHAT CLIENT. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A CHAT CLIENT IS, IT IS A SYSTEM FOR LONG-DISTANCE TEXT-BASED COMMUNICATION BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE OVER THE INTERNET. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE INTERNET IS YOU HAD BETTER COME TALK TO ME PERSONALLY BEFORE YOU OVERWHELM YOURSELF WITH THIS THING. BUT TRUST ME, IT IS PRETTY COOL.

IT SHOULD WORK INTERDIMENSIONALLY, WITHIN MILLIWAYS OR FROM YOUR WORLD TO MILLIWAYS. OR WITHIN YOUR WORLD, I GUESS. UNLESS IT MALFUNCTIONS. IF IT MALFUNCTIONS PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN GO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE SERVER WITH A CROWBAR. A MAGICAL CROWBAR THAT FIXES COMPUTERs GLITCHES. IT ALSO SUPPORTS FUNCTIONALITY FOR BULLETIN BOARD POSTINGS THAT ARE VISIBLE TO EVERYONE FROM A HANDHELD DEVICE, PASSING UP OR SUPPLEMENTING THIS ANTIQUATED PIECE OF SHIT.

IT ONLY RUNS ON DEVICES FROM MY WORLD. I AM SUBSIDIZING THESE IF YOU WANT TO GET ONE FROM THE BAR BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO GET A USERBASE STARTED ON THIS THING. IT IS ORGANIC TECHNOLOGY SO PLEASE REMEMBER TO FEED IT, THERE ARE INSTRUCTIONS LOADED ON THE FUCKING THINGS. OR COME TALK TO ME. I AM THE GREY KID WITH THE HORNS, I AM PRETTY HARD TO MISS. ACTUALLY THERE ARE A FEW GREY KIDS WITH HORNS AROUND BUT PROBABLY ANY OF US CAN HELP YOU.

YOU CAN TAKE ONE WITHOUT TALKING TO ME, I DON'T CARE, BUT IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD YOUR FROND I AM AROUND. OR TRY MESSAGING ME FIRST TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE SET UP CORRECTLY.

MY USER NAME IS chirurGeneralist.

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[i_am_your_host]

[ The Master of Ceremonies changes into a woman for Cubefall in anticipation of a tryst with a certain vampire...

A tryst in which they refuse to have any feelings whatsoever. Nope. No feelings.



Warnings: Nearly every single warning possible. Language. Sex. Consensual violent sex and bloodplay. Not!feelings. ]

(no subject)

[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert enters the bar backwards this evening, because he's dragging a large crate with him. It is making a lot of noise, and there is a spinning wheel on top of it. He pulls it all the way through the bar, and out to the stables...everything is going well until he opens it in an empty stall. Enraged at being pulled around, and stupid creatures that they are, the chickens erupt out of it in a flurry of white and brown feathers. Javert ignores this, but then two manage to escape out of the stall door.

'The deuce!' he mutters, and proceeds to spend the next hour chasing them back inside.

That done, he returns to the bar and leaves a note.

( Ellen Park )

After some hesitation, he writes another.

( Ganymede )

That done, Bar provides him with a note of his own. He frowns at it, then puts it in his pocket and stands, undecided. Back to France, or stay a while? A coffee appears on the bar, so he supposes that decides that.


[OOC: Catch him in the bar, in the stables or help him catch some chickens! Open for the next few days.]

(no subject)

[runningred]

Cubefall has ended and Jay’s back on the ground. Much to his disgust. Flying felt too amazing to give up if he’d had the chance.

So he’s taking his frustrations out on the workshop, making (or is that breaking) stuff. It’s kinda hard to tell. Either way, he’s throwing himself at it.

He’s already been training hard so the ‘bots are trashed again (and there’s blood on his knuckles too, if you’re the sort to notice.)

Music up loud, tools and gear everywhere, Jay is greatly botherable.