Bar Mingle: Week 2

[latinumsbetter]

Every evening at dusk (unless, for some reason, Quark is indisposed,) the Eatery transforms into Quark's Bar. The table becomes a bartop with chairs lined up on one side. Some of the extra chairs are placed along the wall behind the bar as a makeshift bench for ingredients, glasses, ice, and anything else. There are bowls of peanuts placed on top of the bar for free snacking. On one end of the bar there's a selection of pastries, fresh-baked by Lebkuchen, who might also be there.

As of Monday, there are some new additions to the bar. On one end of the table is a interesting look board game. Next to it is a plate of lebkuchen, left out for a specific bunch of fuzzy creatures that seem to like them.. In another corner is a roulette-esque kind of game.

In the rafters, there's a whole swarm of Zubats now, and one or two of them might come down to say hello. If they do, Quark is shooing them away again, but they only go back up to the ceiling.


Outside the door to the Eatery is a sign, handwritten, and further inside, the menu tacked up in a couple places behind the bar:

Quark's Bar

Hand-mixed drinks
Home-made fresh pasteries
Snacks
Good Company

Come on in and take a load off!
Open Every Evening at Dusk

Tokens accepted as payment
NO RED MURDEROUS ROBOTS ALLOWED

MENU

Non-alcoholic drinks: 2 tokens
Alcoholic drinks: 4 tokens
Lebkuchen: 1 token/piece, 4 for 3 tokens
Breadroll: 1 token/piece
Lollipops: 1 token/each
Wednesday Special: Homemade Apple Strudel! 3 tokens/slice


Link to Days
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday| Thursday (Food | The Bar | Games and Gambling | Mingle)

Weekly Log

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MINGLE

[latinumsbetter]

[wander around, mingle with everyone, chat, hang out]

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand arrives early and stays late. He mingles among the various pockets of activity, floating between like a visiting bee. He grew up in diplomatic meetings and aristocratic parties, after all.

He ends up a few drinks in as the night goes, a little tipsy by the end though far from fully drunk. Enough to end up dancing quite a bit though. Inviting others to join with a flourishing bow and a charming grin. And when solo he eventually ends up doing a few theatrical moves, flicking his arm and wrist like he brandishing a rapier, even though he is obviously unarmed. It's clearly a practiced routine, like something from a stage show]

[cannotunravel]

Sorry, I don't dance.

[Especially because she can plainly see she'd be so outshone by Ferdinand!]

[stringup]

I hope you realise that when I step on your feet, it's gonna leave a hole.

[ Not "if", "when" because Velvet knows she has no idea how to dance. ]

[phototraces]

You sure about that?

[She’s not sure at all about dancing!]

[mygoodbye]

[Oh look, it's Athena. Doing her best impression of somebody who knows how to mingle in a mortal space. She arrived later into the evening, and spends most of her time hanging back and... watching the rest. It may be odd, seeing a goddess as a wallflower, but she's always been more of a people watcher than her siblings.

Later, as everyone's managed to have their fun, Athena - yes, she's still here - proceeds to clear her throat.]

Attention, please. I have an announcement.

You've all already come so far in the past weeks, even with the threat looming over our heads, I have faith in each of you to make your own choices... Which is why I must make mine.

Tonight, I will set off for a weapon that, to my knowledge, will be able to strike Typhon down. I don't intend to be away for long. If there's... any questions you all have, now would be the right time to ask them.

[markofnobility]

Ohhh, you are leaving?

[Sad puppy eyes... he'd be more seriously worried if he wasn't a few cocktails deep]

[tailoredfate]

You're going alone? After Typhon made that threat? Are you sure that's wise?

[Look, she's not trying to push any buttons, but Aglaea is never one to mince words with someone who isn't a child.]

[threeapplestall]

...will you be okay?

[Look at those big doe eyes Athena. Can you really answer untruthfully?]

[cannotunravel]

What do we do if the weapon fails?

[She doesn't mean to jinx you, but also...someone had to ask]

[catsgothistongue]

[he's not doing the doe eyes like everyone else is. yet. he'll need to get some water first]

By yourself? Shouldn't one of us tag along?

[there's at least five or six of them who're already raring to go fight a god out of their league]

[eeeonetwothree]

[ From the window; He’s not in the bar, Quark. ]

LADY ATHENA. I MUST INSIST THAT YOU ALLOW ME TO ACCOMPANY YOU.

[sweetsynergy]

Do we get to know what and where this weapon is in case you beef it and we have to kill Typhon ourselves when he inevitably comes after us too.

[She's charitably calling this an "if" in the interest of not getting yelled at again, maybe.]

[murchada]

...Is there anything we can do?

[tripartites]

[ she lowers her glass, as she takes in athena's announcement. blinks once. then hums, leans forward, one elbow propped on the table, puffing once lazily at her kiseru in that hand. ]

... Well. Shall I try using the red to guarantee your odds, Lady Athena? [ it's not a serious question. not really. but still, it hangs in the air, almost curling into a laugh at the edges. ]

Would you be more specific? About what you're seeking, and where you're going. We can't fumble blindly forever, especially if we're being left to our own devices.

[fillets]

How long is "long"?

[latinumsbetter]

[Yeah, he had a feeling, considering what they talked about last night. He'll just stand behind the bar and slowly clean a glass, letting the others talk. He is watching Athena throughout this, though.]

[letsplayamod]

[The Winions are, unsurprisingly, not concerned with this development. They're briefly abandoning whatever shenanigans they've been up to to teleport over to Athena and pat her head and shoulders.]

Bye bye!

Have fun!

Bon voyage!

[After all, what's the worst that can happen to a goddess?]

[yourheroine]

Boop boop!

[Aoi walks up to Athena and holds out her phone.]

Aoi doesn't know if all gods have a number to call, but... If anything happens, Aoi wants your contact info.

[necromants]

[...]

Do you happen to have a backup plan, in case this doesn't go as you'd hope?

[pariunt]

Oh? How long do you plan to be gone? We're up against a bit of a ticking clock.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Alex listens quietly to the discussions. To all of it. ]

This is what you decided on? ...Good luck.

[ Don't let him down. Please. ]

later

[latinumsbetter]

[After Athena's done with her announcement and has fielded enough questions, Quark's just going to push off from the bar and quietly go back behind it, mixing a drink and waiting until he can catch Athena's eye. When he does so, he pointedly sets the drink on the bar, looking down at it pointedly, then back up at her, before leaving it there and just waiting]

[threeapplestall]

[After spending most of Tuesday and Wednesday having a quiet breakdown in her room, Mutsumi's finally ventured outside thanks to Alex returning Saki's setting bible to her. It's probably unwise for her to attend a bar mingle like this, but, well, she's not trying to purchase alcoholic drinks so it's probably fine???

In fact, she's mostly sitting in a corner, quietly paging through the binder... until she alights on a certain page.]

The script for the next masquerade... I should probably...

[And it's like a switch flips. What little life there was to her movements vanishes the moment she gets to her feet, as if she's being pulled along by strings. In this moment, she truly looks like a doll.]

"Sister Dearest... has the full moon truly forsaken us?" [Her tone is just as lacking in spirit, but it's deliberate now, as opposed to Mutsumi's usual timorous passivity.]

[catsgothistongue]

[Mutsumi's performance and the difference doesn't go unnoticed, mostly the latter since. She could barely carry water without tripping over her own feet, Rumiko Takahashi comedy aura notwithstanding. And yet, here she was...]

What'cha doing there, Mutsumi?

[Hi beepo, you've got an audience in the form of a pigtailed teen perching on one of the tables]