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unheiring ([personal profile] unheiring) wrote in [community profile] sticksandbones2024-04-02 02:09 pm
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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.

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[personal profile] unheiring 2024-04-02 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Luca seems to be throwing himself into his efforts around the bar. Early in the day will see him fiddling with the hearth. He seems to be trying to get the simmer just right on the stewpot. More than once, you might catch sight of him thrusting his whole hand straight into the fire. Maybe you should stop him? Or watch as he pulls his hand back, watching it as it blazes brightly with still smoldering flames. He shakes it off after a moment, before finally leaving it be.

If he catches you looking, he’ll just roll his eyes.]

It’s not nearly as bad it looks.

[If you’re a late comer, Luca has taken his place behind the counter by now. He’s more than happy to pull down anything you might ask for. You can even ask for recommendations. Though he might be a little more curmudgeonly about that. Just don’t ask him for advice, especially if you’re off your ass drunk.

Or do, I’m not your dad. Just don’t expect actual help.

(Or maybe do. He’s a bleeding heart.)

Of course, as any given night comes to an end, Luca might start to make eyes at you. His own posture is beginning to show the slightest signs of exhaustion, even though he tries to pretend they’re not there. He will approach eventually though, with a rather brusque clearing of the throat.]

It’s rather late, don’t you think?
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[personal profile] winterfrosting 2024-04-02 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[So the Watchtower is something Dark Cacao has assumed this entire time was, well, exactly that. A Watchtower. He hasn't explored it yet largely because he wasn't sure if someone lived there- it seemed closed down until recently, after all.

Tonight is the night though, and he walks in. Not in his full armor at least, but instead his under armor leathers and shirt.

...huh. This looks more like an inn or tavern than an outpost. He blinks, steps back out to make sure he didn't' walk into the wrong building, then comes back in.]

Hmm...

[Poor man looks a bit lost]
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[personal profile] forwander 2024-04-02 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[The World's Worst Bird has Arrived™ aka from the workshop he realised that the bar was open finally and decided to see what the deal was. As expected... it's a tavern. Passenger doesn't know what he was expecting... more drunkards dead on the floor, maybe?

Either way, he'll sit himself at a table near the wall and just sort of... people-watch. Eavesdrop, really. Are you having a loud conversation? He's listening. Woefully at the bar, drunk as hell? Recorded in his memories forever, and probably going to be shared with Sesa later. Do you suck at darts? Passenger Will Remember That.

If he sees you people-watching him back, he'll politely offer a wave and a,]

Do you care to sit with me for a spell?

[Otherwise, you're probably one of the people he's watching. Do something embarrassing enough, and you may find him walking up to you just to comment,]

Quite the display. Are you a little too far into your cups?

[Feel free to tell him to shut the fuck up at any time.]
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