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I Never Will Play the Wild Rover No More
Who: Luca Aurelius and YOU
What: It's a bar log. For all your drinking needs. Make your own top-levels and have your own bar-related fun here.
When: End of March up to just before the event
Where: The Watchtower Bar
Warnings: Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
It sure has been a month, hasn't it? And it's probably been made all the worse by the fact that Luca has been keeping the bar closed more often than not. Someone's had a lot on his mind, you see. Even when the bar has been open, Luca's presence has been missing, with only the spirit to tend to any, well... spirits you might have needed! There's no stew over the fire, or anything like that. It's great for drinking, but not much else.
But he can only wallow in misery for so long. And by that, we mean deal with the spirit occupying his walls, staring at him somberly every time he refuses to open the doors.
So, finally, toward the end of March, the doors to the bar open. One night at first. Then a second. By the third, it's the longest stretch they've stayed open since everything went to shit! Moreover, a pot of stew always seems to be brewing, a fresh deck of cards has been laid out on the table, and a new, makeshift dartboard has been prepared.
Well. If ever there's been a time to party, it's now. Grab your alcohol from your host, or do your own thing. It's about time the Grove got to relax.
What: It's a bar log. For all your drinking needs. Make your own top-levels and have your own bar-related fun here.
When: End of March up to just before the event
Where: The Watchtower Bar
Warnings: Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.
It sure has been a month, hasn't it? And it's probably been made all the worse by the fact that Luca has been keeping the bar closed more often than not. Someone's had a lot on his mind, you see. Even when the bar has been open, Luca's presence has been missing, with only the spirit to tend to any, well... spirits you might have needed! There's no stew over the fire, or anything like that. It's great for drinking, but not much else.
But he can only wallow in misery for so long. And by that, we mean deal with the spirit occupying his walls, staring at him somberly every time he refuses to open the doors.
So, finally, toward the end of March, the doors to the bar open. One night at first. Then a second. By the third, it's the longest stretch they've stayed open since everything went to shit! Moreover, a pot of stew always seems to be brewing, a fresh deck of cards has been laid out on the table, and a new, makeshift dartboard has been prepared.
Well. If ever there's been a time to party, it's now. Grab your alcohol from your host, or do your own thing. It's about time the Grove got to relax.
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[ He may be a few inches shorter now that he's no longer standing digitigrade but he's still fucking tall. And beefy. ]
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A place you can drink and buy a meal. Sometimes even a bed for the night.
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[ He's really glad DC seems chill about the attack, but just to be sure, Beat will buy a round for DC - enjoy the ghostly serve he's not gonna bother Luca - of whatever he's drinking (it's alcoholic). ]
Hey uh....... thanks, man. Fer that night. I was outta my mind.
[ And if DC looks close enough he can see the wolfsbane is still there, peeking out of Beat's hair. ]
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[So casually!]
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[ He reaches up and pulls a wolfsbane flower off, wincing, and dropping it onto the table. ]
Think I'm corrupted, like wid Elsy an' the lil' girl, Nina or whatever. 'Splains the bite I woke up wi- hold up, yo, you'da taken my head off?!
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If you were an intruder, yes.
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[ It looks like just a flower, never mind it's sprouting out of Beat's head. ]
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[He 'hmmm's over the flower]
I do not recognize this bloom, but if they are growing from you corruption is a fair assumption.
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[ When DC is gifted a drink from Beat order coming in, it's just a typical beer. That's all Beat can handle himself, really. ]
Funny fuckin' thing. It's Wolfsbane, yo. Poisonous to werewolves. It shoulda killed me but here I guess it just.
[ Gestures. You know. ]
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[He picks up the beer and moves to sip... then wrinkles his nose at the smell]
This Root Beer smells oddly sour.
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[ ..... The sniff makes him blink, then sniff his own? Did he order root beer?? ]
Uh... mine don't smell like root beer. [ A little sniff of Dark Cacao's. ] Neither does yers, yo. Smells jus' like normal beer.
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His eyes bug slightly. Bitter and sour! But to his Ridge sensibilities he actually... kinda likes it. He nods]
Acceptable.
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First time havin' beer?! It ain't the best - uh, no offense to the place - cuz it jus' beer but it ain't gonna straight kill ya like the harder stuff will.
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[But it was a gift, so of course he's going to accept it!]
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[ Other than root beer which is a soda cause it has no alcohol?? He Does Not Know. ]
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Ye! I know 'bout Juice, yo, Spark- uh, Sparklin' Cookie...
[ :( He misses his family. ]
Sparklin' Cookie told me 'bout the juices, but huh. Root beer fer us is jus' a soda, yo. No alcohol.
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[he doesn't know Sparkling Cookie personally]
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[ And even Dark Cacao briefly though he won't drop that on the man, instead he sips his beer. ]
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Pure Vanilla and Clotted Cream both were? That would explain their beast forms... they are not dissimilar from your own.
['his girl' though? That must be-]
You mean White Lily Cookie?
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[ It takes a moment, before Beat blinks. ]
Wait, how you know CeeCee was a Mer??
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[Beat, Beat buddy]
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[ HIS BOY IS HERE?!
He doesn't mean to yell it but he hasn't ran into him so... ]
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Yes. Though as I said, we have not seen him for a few days. We suspect he went exploring. Likely Pure Vanilla Cookie and I will go searching for him soon.
[He's worried...]
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[ A pause, before Beat frowns. ]
Wait... do you think he went into the woods proper or like, followed the trails? Cuz the trails is safe, like to the lake, but uh. The other stuff is really bad.
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