Infirmary visiting thread for Dodger
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notapilotSam's not officially part of the Infirmary staff, but he still makes do. He even has good bedside manner, careful to make Dodger is comfortable and that he's done all he can.
Jan. 13th, 2017
notapilot
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Jan. 13th, 2017 11:55 amnolittlevoiceIn the early morning, a new door appears and instantly flies open, letting in a burst of noise, a flash of Mediterranean sunlight, a bit of dust, and two men, who fly through the door and hit the ground in a tangled heap. Much muttering and grumbling ensues, and as they rise and begin to walk they are so wrapped up in a volley of if you had just listened and if you'd only said that it takes colliding with the bar to draw their attention to their surroundings.
"Uh..." says one, and "Where...?" says the other-- and their heads snap in unison back towards the bar as a copy of the welcome pamphlet appears. They seize upon it and huddle over it, and quickly fall to close and quiet conversation* about its contents, and what to make of them. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? The murmuring goes on for quiet a while. (* so close and quiet, in fact, and in such a dark Secret-Plotty-Plotting corner, that no one can see or hear them as they scheme.)
And then it stops.
"We'll need some supplies," says one.
"Leave that to me," says the other. "You work on distracting the...uh...furniture."
Distracting the furniture seems to mean cosying up to the Bar with a guitar (lute? guitarlute? luitar? highly authentic sixteenth-century stringed instrument?) and setting in to sing her praises. Supplies seems to mean pulling a Somber Black Robe from a bag, making a scramble-and-flourish with a sheet of parchment and a pot of paint--it's amazing what all you can fit into a good bag--and the appearance of the following sign:
BILLS DUE
There's a lot of fine print after that, but a few phrases stand out large and underlined: As per the orders of the Landlord, due immediately, collections officers. And...no exceptions.
The man in the Somber Black Robe sets himself up with his Very Official Sign at a table.
Looks like it's time to pay up, folks.
((Wait what are tabs actually due? Absolutely not! If it's not fun to play with this plot, ignore it and it'll be gone in a couple of days. But we hope you will enjoy a little light mayhem. Try cutting a deal!
One note - with mod approval, Bar is sufficiently beguiled by these two that she won't tell on them. If your character asks Bar whether they're really from the Landlord, she either won't answer or will give you something non-committal. Security will be onto these guys in a couple of days.))
((oof, sorry if i'm slow today, the plague that's been trashing my house is still kicking my butt))
"Uh..." says one, and "Where...?" says the other-- and their heads snap in unison back towards the bar as a copy of the welcome pamphlet appears. They seize upon it and huddle over it, and quickly fall to close and quiet conversation* about its contents, and what to make of them. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? The murmuring goes on for quiet a while. (* so close and quiet, in fact, and in such a dark Secret-Plotty-Plotting corner, that no one can see or hear them as they scheme.)
And then it stops.
"We'll need some supplies," says one.
"Leave that to me," says the other. "You work on distracting the...uh...furniture."
Distracting the furniture seems to mean cosying up to the Bar with a guitar (lute? guitarlute? luitar? highly authentic sixteenth-century stringed instrument?) and setting in to sing her praises. Supplies seems to mean pulling a Somber Black Robe from a bag, making a scramble-and-flourish with a sheet of parchment and a pot of paint--it's amazing what all you can fit into a good bag--and the appearance of the following sign:
There's a lot of fine print after that, but a few phrases stand out large and underlined: As per the orders of the Landlord, due immediately, collections officers. And...no exceptions.
The man in the Somber Black Robe sets himself up with his Very Official Sign at a table.
Looks like it's time to pay up, folks.
((Wait what are tabs actually due? Absolutely not! If it's not fun to play with this plot, ignore it and it'll be gone in a couple of days. But we hope you will enjoy a little light mayhem. Try cutting a deal!
One note - with mod approval, Bar is sufficiently beguiled by these two that she won't tell on them. If your character asks Bar whether they're really from the Landlord, she either won't answer or will give you something non-committal. Security will be onto these guys in a couple of days.))
((oof, sorry if i'm slow today, the plague that's been trashing my house is still kicking my butt))
Bill Collection Happy Hour!
Jan. 13th, 2017 11:57 amcottoncandypinkIt's hard to miss the shenanigans when Wilford comes into the bar today, sans dog. He's also not surprised when he gets a napkin instead of the lunch he orders. That's how things are going to be, it seems. That's fine. Even if he is a terrible bartender, being back here will give him an excellent vantage point to watch everyone panic and scramble to pay their bills. And what's stopping him from helping in the only way he knows how?
SPECIALS:
Easy Money
Joe's Cash Money
Miss Money Penny
Run for Your Money
Show Me Tha Money
Money Shot
Survive a shot of the green stuff and drink for free
As usual, the dangerous-looking bottle is on the bar.
After Miguel's mishap, the bottle of green stuff is nowhere to be found, as Wilford does not actually want to do more cell time for yet another murder.
Easy Money
Joe's Cash Money
Miss Money Penny
Run for Your Money
Show Me Tha Money
Money Shot
As usual, the dangerous-looking bottle is on the bar.
After Miguel's mishap, the bottle of green stuff is nowhere to be found, as Wilford does not actually want to do more cell time for yet another murder.
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Jan. 13th, 2017 06:01 pmi_ship_itAfter the warning she’s been given, the second Dodger feels like she’s well enough to walk, she sneaks out of the infirmary, taking her colouring book and crayons with her. She probably owes money for these as well, but hopefully nobody will notice. Her first thought is to find Mark and tell him that she’s ready to get the heck out of here, but she barely makes it into the bar proper before feeling light-headed and dizzy. Probably, she realises, because the only thing she’s eaten lately has been a few dry crackers. Everything else of any real substance came right back up.
She’s not in any sort of condition to go back out onto the streets on her own, and there’s no way on Earth that she’ll be staying a second longer at the lifeguard station. Dodger gets about as far as the fireplace before having to call it quits. She carefully settles down into the sofa, and is surprised to feel something hard and kind of sharpish poking her in the back. When she digs the object out from the cushions, she’s surprised to find one of those scanner things that Sam had used on her when she came in.
What the heck is it doing here?
She’s not in any sort of condition to go back out onto the streets on her own, and there’s no way on Earth that she’ll be staying a second longer at the lifeguard station. Dodger gets about as far as the fireplace before having to call it quits. She carefully settles down into the sofa, and is surprised to feel something hard and kind of sharpish poking her in the back. When she digs the object out from the cushions, she’s surprised to find one of those scanner things that Sam had used on her when she came in.
What the heck is it doing here?
ATTN: Senior Barmen - A New Bar Fund!
Jan. 13th, 2017 06:36 pmyinyangwizardThe next time Sallie Reynolds or Michelangelo stops by the Bar, they will be delivered a typed note on high-quality stationery. The note says:
I wish to establish a new fund for the Bar, in addition to the two that already exist. The proposed Jubilee Fund will cover the tabs of individuals who live in circumstances of relative poverty in their time and place of origin. The Bar herself will decide who should benefit from the Jubilee Fund, what purchases will be covered, and what constitutes a reasonable expense or allowance.
With your permission, I will make a founding donation for the new fund. Simply ask Bar to deliver a reply to this message. She knows who I am, although as far as everyone else is concerned, I prefer to remain anonymous.
Thank you for your consideration.
The note is, of course, unsigned.
[OOC: Reactions only please. I will make a backroom post when the new fund is officially established, to explain how it works (although it will be pretty handwavey).]
I wish to establish a new fund for the Bar, in addition to the two that already exist. The proposed Jubilee Fund will cover the tabs of individuals who live in circumstances of relative poverty in their time and place of origin. The Bar herself will decide who should benefit from the Jubilee Fund, what purchases will be covered, and what constitutes a reasonable expense or allowance.
With your permission, I will make a founding donation for the new fund. Simply ask Bar to deliver a reply to this message. She knows who I am, although as far as everyone else is concerned, I prefer to remain anonymous.
Thank you for your consideration.
The note is, of course, unsigned.
[OOC: Reactions only please. I will make a backroom post when the new fund is officially established, to explain how it works (although it will be pretty handwavey).]
Spoiler Warnings for Rogue One
Jan. 13th, 2017 07:39 pmimthepilot{OOM: Warning! Rogue One Spoilers! Bodhi is coming in at the end of his canon. Potential spoiler for events and character outcomes. If you haven’t seen Rogue One and want to tag anyway, please put a note in your subject line and/or PM me and we’ll work through it together. }
Down deep in the garage, something goes bang.
Sometime later a scruffy looking young man stumbles up the stairs from the garage.
( Follow to risk of spoilers... )
[tiny tag - Bodhi Rook]
Down deep in the garage, something goes bang.
Sometime later a scruffy looking young man stumbles up the stairs from the garage.
( Follow to risk of spoilers... )
[tiny tag - Bodhi Rook]
Crime and Punishment
Jan. 13th, 2017 08:29 pmfeminine_menace[OOC: After this drama.]
Jay herds YT over to the Security office. She stops outside the door to take a deep breath and steady herself. It's important not to show weakness in front of cops.
The Security office looks kind of like a miniature version of the police stations YT's seen in the movies and stuff. Although the lean woman behind the desk doesn't look like a cop, except for the badge. Jay steps up next to YT and cocks his head just slightly, indicating that YT should say what she has to say.
YT's not sure how to do it. She pats at the fresh cut on her cheek with the wad of gauze in her hand.
"Um...I'm here to report a crime." Real smooth, Ex-Lax.
Jay herds YT over to the Security office. She stops outside the door to take a deep breath and steady herself. It's important not to show weakness in front of cops.
The Security office looks kind of like a miniature version of the police stations YT's seen in the movies and stuff. Although the lean woman behind the desk doesn't look like a cop, except for the badge. Jay steps up next to YT and cocks his head just slightly, indicating that YT should say what she has to say.
YT's not sure how to do it. She pats at the fresh cut on her cheek with the wad of gauze in her hand.
"Um...I'm here to report a crime." Real smooth, Ex-Lax.
musical interlude
Jan. 13th, 2017 11:00 pmi_am_your_hostThis is the first time Emcee has come downstairs to stay in the main bar since his brush with death. It's kind of a big deal for him.
He's dressed relatively demurely: a white shirt with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up; black trousers with suspenders; those beat-up combat boots. The only makeup he wears is black eyeliner.
At the bar, he leaves simple handwritten thank-you notes to people who gave him gifts over the holidays, a response to Bonnie's apology consisting of a heart drawn in lipstick, and a card for M. & Mme. Pontmercy thanking them for inviting him to their party. Then he requests a pack of cigarettes, a glass of red wine, and...sheet music. Because he's going to practice a song today. One he heard while holed up in his room, one he listened to several times over, becoming smitten with it. And so, taking his things to the piano, he settles down to learn it.
It doesn't take very long.
"I can't light...no more of your darkness...," he sings, as he plays the accompanying notes and chords.
"All my pictures seem to fade to black and white...
I'm growing tired, and time stands still before me,
Frozen here on the ladder of my life..."
Emcee's voice is a soft, smoky tenor infused with warmth and sincerity, and it rises, growing bolder as the pleading chorus swells with emotion.
( Read more... )
The final notes fade. And Emcee takes a deep breath.
He's pleased that he hasn't lost his voice.
He's dressed relatively demurely: a white shirt with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up; black trousers with suspenders; those beat-up combat boots. The only makeup he wears is black eyeliner.
At the bar, he leaves simple handwritten thank-you notes to people who gave him gifts over the holidays, a response to Bonnie's apology consisting of a heart drawn in lipstick, and a card for M. & Mme. Pontmercy thanking them for inviting him to their party. Then he requests a pack of cigarettes, a glass of red wine, and...sheet music. Because he's going to practice a song today. One he heard while holed up in his room, one he listened to several times over, becoming smitten with it. And so, taking his things to the piano, he settles down to learn it.
It doesn't take very long.
"I can't light...no more of your darkness...," he sings, as he plays the accompanying notes and chords.
"All my pictures seem to fade to black and white...
I'm growing tired, and time stands still before me,
Frozen here on the ladder of my life..."
Emcee's voice is a soft, smoky tenor infused with warmth and sincerity, and it rises, growing bolder as the pleading chorus swells with emotion.
( Read more... )
The final notes fade. And Emcee takes a deep breath.
He's pleased that he hasn't lost his voice.
