milliways_bar | Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...

(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

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"Enjoying whatever one likes best, I suppose," Hannibal says. "In copious, immoderate and positively sinful amounts. I approve."

"Even cities need the opportunity to shuck their masks of civility from time to time," Yrael grins, nimbly catching the hand of an inebriated dancer stumbling from the crowd and, once their balance as been moderately restored, twirling them back out into the crowd again. Yrael lets them go, even if it is clear from their look that they wanted him to come and dance, too.

"Found any tastes that spark inspiration, my friend?"

"The very lusciousness of the scene itself is inspiration," Hannibal says, "but incidentally, I happen to be partial to drinking Cuba Libres tonight, no idea why."

Yrael tilts his head. "Rum, generally Coca-Cola here, and lime, if I remember correctly."

"A good drink for the Caribbean. Invented in Havana. Practically local."

"It sounds very enticing at the moment," Hannibal says. "Perhaps I need to fortify myself with vitamins before diving into a night of Sazeracs, musics and street food."

"Replace the cola with ginger beer and you have a Dark and Stormy, one of my favorites, from Bermuda," Yrael grins, waving back at the proprietor of one of the food trucks who had raised his hand in greeting upon noticing him.

"New Orleans is a street city, and its street food is of uncommon caliber. The Southern Gourmasian has earned a number of awards," he nods to a fusion cuisine food truck doing a bustling business further down the line, "and will be establishing a brick-and-mortar restaurant in the next year, and Baguettaboutit opened their own bakery just last month."

"Then I will start with them," Hannibal says, closing his eyes to inhale the scents. "I think I read an article about Southern Gourmasian while -- stuck in my world."

Pause.

"Alana and her team let me have food magazines, as a treat."

The sound Yrael makes in his throat suggests he thinks 'treat' is somewhat opposite of the accurate word for giving a person the images of their interests with none of the opportunity or sensory delights.

The Southern Gourmasian is beyond two more food-trucks, a vegan sandwich-centered truck emblazoned with the moniker Vegan Be Heroes, and a flatbread truck (Pancakes One to Know One) doing a bustling business selling snacks and small plates named things like Ballroom Blintz, Planet of the Crepes, and Naan Stop.

"Have you been back, lately?"

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"No, but I soon will," Hannibal says. "I am almost all set."

Pause.

"I should run a food truck with Will when I have resolved things to my satisfaction," he then says. "If all it takes is a few puns to go with the dishes, it will be a walk in the park for us."

Yrael grins at the waving owner of Sole Food, which offers what smells like all the greatest hits of cajun seafood in handy, portable form, as they pass. "Intriguing and witty names to pique the interest, and delicious food to keep them coming back."

Hannibal would, if he can excuse the phrase, make a killing running a food truck.

"What kinds of dishes would you offer?"

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"Modern fusion food with hidden twists," Hannibal says. "Savoury donuts, sweet sushi, vegan pulled pork. King Cake burgers. That sort of thing."

Pause.

"And extravagant, slightly morbid decorations."

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"Of course," Yrael says, as though extravagant, morbid decorations are a given. Because they are.

The Dim Sum Then Some truck is doing a roaring trade.

"What name would you give your food truck, to pique customers' interest?"

"That deserves some consideration," Hannibal says. "Friends for Dinner or Doctor's Orders comes to mind first, but is definitely up for some debate."

"There is plenty of opportunity for finding the right name."

"'You Are What You Eat,'?" Yrael suggests, smiling.

"Oh, I like this!" Hannibal says, smiling widely with a large number of very pointy teeth.

Yrael snickers. "I suspect referential or pun-laced recipe names would need to wait for a more concrete menu, or you might go the direct route, as Arnaud's restaurant does with its menu, offering Crawfish O'Connor, Crab Karen, and Pompano David."

"I might name my dishes for friends," Hannibal muses.

Yrael gives him a grinning cat's best approximation of puppy-dog eyes. "Oh do let one of the dishes be A Green-Eyed Monster."

Because mocking the meat one feeds upon is half the fun, when the meat in question deserves mocking.

"I am sure that will be very popular," Hannibal says. "The combination of salmon and spinach isn't new, but I am sure I can think of at least an original variation."

Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

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