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expiationlogs2024-06-14 06:28 pm
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Entry tags:
- arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- arcane: silco,
- arcane: violet / vi,
- bungo stray dogs: nikolai gogol,
- final fantasy vii: aerith gainsborough,
- fire emblem engage: rafal,
- fire emblem three houses: claude,
- honkai star rail: argenti,
- marvel earth-65: matt murdock,
- metro: miller,
- rotrk: richard plantagenet,
- star trek aos: jim kirk
[ OPEN ] willkommen, bienvenue, welcome
Who: The Adults Of Aldrip
Where: A handy dandy bar!
What: Claude has collaborated with one of the local bar-owners to host a Chosen-only night for the adults of Aldrip to have a nice night away from the prying eyes of locals.
Warnings: Alcohol, drug-use, grown men making embarrassments of themselves, potential hand-holding.
Welcome one and all to a place where the Chosen are able to unbutton that top button, sit back, and relax, free of the badgering eyes of locals, and able to mingle amongst like minds! Your local Apothecarist, Claude von Riegan, came up with this idea with one of the local bar-owners as a good way to drum up business amidst the Chosen for a place for the Chosen and the Chosen alone to be able to shed some of that weight they've been carrying. Claude himself has made no secret of the fact that he's the one who put this shindig together, openly advertising it as something of his own creation, a community building effort for everyone to bond with one another in a context in which they're not forced to do so by threat of death or imprisonment.
For this evening, liquor has been put out for the Chosen to serve themselves, and runs freely enough that everyone will be able to drink their fill, though there's a table at the back of the room laden with all sorts of bar snacks to help fill people's bellies and soak up some of that liquor; flatbreads and fried delights, a generous selection of meats and cheeses, and confections enough to satisfy even the most demanding sweet tooth.
Along the south end of the bar there are a collection of booths, far enough away from the booming sound system to be able to chat quietly amongst themselves, if you're the more retiring sort and would just like to have a nice talk over a pint or two. In this area, you may also find a few hookahs at your disposal, filled with tobacco or hashish, courtesy of Claude himself -- though he hasn't shied away from cheekily including business cards at each table, advertising his place of business should you wish to purchase teas, salves, potions, and yes, all manner of smokable delights.
In the centre of the establishment, chairs and tables have been cleared away to make room for dancing, if you so please, with the sound system at the Chosen's disposal if they want to pump up the beats or put on a slow song to rock to and fro with a honey or two (or three?).
Lastly, there's a brand new karaoke machine that's been installed along the far east corner of the room, in case anyone would like to thoroughly embarrass themselves. What do you mean, you're a good singer? Then get out of here! You should know by now that that's not what the spirit of karaoke is about!
If there's anything else you would like added, dear player -- just write it in, and it's yours! Whatever can feasibly fit into a bar, you can assume it's present for all and sundry to enjoy.
Where: A handy dandy bar!
What: Claude has collaborated with one of the local bar-owners to host a Chosen-only night for the adults of Aldrip to have a nice night away from the prying eyes of locals.
Warnings: Alcohol, drug-use, grown men making embarrassments of themselves, potential hand-holding.
Welcome one and all to a place where the Chosen are able to unbutton that top button, sit back, and relax, free of the badgering eyes of locals, and able to mingle amongst like minds! Your local Apothecarist, Claude von Riegan, came up with this idea with one of the local bar-owners as a good way to drum up business amidst the Chosen for a place for the Chosen and the Chosen alone to be able to shed some of that weight they've been carrying. Claude himself has made no secret of the fact that he's the one who put this shindig together, openly advertising it as something of his own creation, a community building effort for everyone to bond with one another in a context in which they're not forced to do so by threat of death or imprisonment.
For this evening, liquor has been put out for the Chosen to serve themselves, and runs freely enough that everyone will be able to drink their fill, though there's a table at the back of the room laden with all sorts of bar snacks to help fill people's bellies and soak up some of that liquor; flatbreads and fried delights, a generous selection of meats and cheeses, and confections enough to satisfy even the most demanding sweet tooth.
Along the south end of the bar there are a collection of booths, far enough away from the booming sound system to be able to chat quietly amongst themselves, if you're the more retiring sort and would just like to have a nice talk over a pint or two. In this area, you may also find a few hookahs at your disposal, filled with tobacco or hashish, courtesy of Claude himself -- though he hasn't shied away from cheekily including business cards at each table, advertising his place of business should you wish to purchase teas, salves, potions, and yes, all manner of smokable delights.
In the centre of the establishment, chairs and tables have been cleared away to make room for dancing, if you so please, with the sound system at the Chosen's disposal if they want to pump up the beats or put on a slow song to rock to and fro with a honey or two (or three?).
Lastly, there's a brand new karaoke machine that's been installed along the far east corner of the room, in case anyone would like to thoroughly embarrass themselves. What do you mean, you're a good singer? Then get out of here! You should know by now that that's not what the spirit of karaoke is about!
If there's anything else you would like added, dear player -- just write it in, and it's yours! Whatever can feasibly fit into a bar, you can assume it's present for all and sundry to enjoy.
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He's still got it, he thinks. It's a good skill to have. ]
One Turf Club cocktail for you. [ A Manhattan by a different name. ] And -- nice to meet you again, I should be say. [ He flashes a grin at him. ] Odd to have to meet someone for the first time a second time, don't you think?
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Got to admit, this is one case of deja vu I could seriously do without. [ He raises his glass to Claude, a twinkle of something halfway passing for amusement on his stoic face. ] Cheers.
[ Oh that hits like five across the face. He pulls back for a moment, putting the glass down hard. But he leans back forward after a moment. There's the hint of a smile, finally. ] Guess you didn't lose your touch with the bottle, even if you're probably a bit better with a sword than the last Claude I remember. [ He remembers their conversation — Claude's a soldier of some stripe, that much he can infer. How much he wants to talk about it, well... that's up to him. ]
[ It's such a weird feeling, dancing around a person you know isn't the same person you remember. It's a dance Cloud is more practiced at then he seems to be, though. ]
And here I thought this was a quiet little town where I could finally get away from my worries. More the fool me, huh?
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[ It's odd, getting to know people after he felt as though he'd known them so well. But he's a different man here, and so is Cloud. To put any of his old expectations on the man would be a strange form of cruelty, even as he can't quite resist treating him like an old friend rather than a new acquaintance. ]
It's strange, isn't it? Knowing people and not knowing them all at once. I'm different than I was, and so are you, but I'm not sure if you'd catch that much from a casual conversation. [ He leans forward, slicked back hair drooping into his face; all the humidity of early summer has him more disheveled than he cares to be. ] But at least this version of me is better with a weapon, thank the gods. You, though... I'm willing to bet that you're as good with a sword in this world as in the last. Am I right?