Happy Hour

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

When Cameron stops by the bar, she gets a slip of paper along with her order (which was some kind of pamphlet, tucked immediately into her pocket). She reads it.

A few minutes later, the specials board reads,

Today's Specials
select items for reduced price

Pencils
Absinthe
Chopin

Cameron waits behind the bar and (apparently) attempts to stare down everyone who passes her, like all good customer services providers.

[OOC: I'm going to run out and get dinner in a moment. Will be back! AND BEHOLD, I RETURN.]

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[isaysimplewords]

One of those items makes sense. Another is assumed by Cal, who has no background in classical music, to be a drink name of some kind. But one of them . . . could go either way.

"Pencils?" he asks.

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

"Writing utensils," says Cameron, gravely. "A pigment -- usually graphite -- encased in a sheath. Would you like one?"

[isaysimplewords]

Cal is long since accustomed to the need to fulfill social requirements while at the same time being totally baffled. So, despite his continued confusion, he answers,

"No, thank you, I, uh - don't really seem to need them here."

. . . then, because he can't help himself:

"I don't usually see them available at Happy Hour."

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

"The bar carries a wide variety of goods," she says, still stony-faced. "It's mathematically unlikely that many will have been repeatedly offered on specials over a limited period of time."

[isaysimplewords]

". . . okay, true," Cal concedes. "Just usually during Happy Hour people stick to drinks and things."

Technically, some of them have indeed been repeatedly offered. But Cal doesn't remember any of them right now.

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

That's consistent with other specials offers she's seen.

"Thank you for explaining."

A beat, and she adds, "Do you want a drink or thing?"

[isaysimplewords]

"Could I get some coffee?" Cal asks, setting his empty mug down on the Bar.

As usual, he forgets to specify decaf. He won't remember until it's far too late.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter stops and for a long moment just stares at Cameron before approaching the Bar,

"What's in a Chopin?"

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

"Organs," says Cameron, after a moment's uncertain pause. "Blood. Flesh. Recent meals."

"Before. He's fully decomposed by now."

[wheatencrown]

"Why do you have the body of a man named Chopin?"

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

Cameron's confusion is visible.

"I don't."

[wheatencrown]

"Then why is he on the menu?

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

"He's not."

After a moment, she clarifies.

"His music is. The bar is capable of provided it in multiple formats."

[mogget_cat]

A pale young man in white takes a seat at the bar, grinning at the bartender. "Chopin, if you please."

Someone has strong opinions about classical music. Especially when it's for a special reduced price.

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

Cameron approves of his choice! Although her facial expression fails to reflect this. Or anything else.

"In what format?"

[mogget_cat]

His facial expression reflects apparent amusement. Just as his appearance reflects apparent humanity. And life. And all those other lies.

"Fresh would be my preference, but sheet music would be fine as an alternative. What formats are available?"

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

And a strange lack of pigment.

"I don't know," says Cameron -- honestly, and unhelpfully, as she makes no move to find out.

[mogget_cat]

And the vertical pupils.

"Then, I can settle for the sheet music," he says, smiling at her.

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

She turns away, and scans the shelves behind the bar. Inexplicably, there is a stack of sheet music, tucked in between the pineapple juice and the cranberry juice.

Yrael gets Chopin's Complete Works VII, the Nocturnes.

[nanny-bot.livejournal.com]

Here's a face that hasn't been seen in bar for some time!

H.E.R.B.I.E. looks over the specials board to see if anything from Enzo's world is present and seeing none focuses on the bartender.

Passive sensors provide a confusing mix of readings for H.E.R.BI.E. and so his curiosity subroutine is engaged.

"Greetings."

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

Cameron's head tilts, slowly.

"Hello."

[nanny-bot.livejournal.com]

"I am H.E.R.B.I.E.," he says completely unfazed. "I do not believe we have met before."

[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

"No," says Cameron, still completely absorbed in studying him.

"I'm Cameron Baum."

[nanny-bot.livejournal.com]

"It is a pleasure to met you," H.E.R.B.I.E. replies. "Is the Chopin a drink or music?"

[[OOC-Sorry for disappearing last night.

[themidnightson]

"You're selling Chopin for a reduced price?"

There's absurd amusement at the universe in the phrasing.