Bar Mingle: Week 3

[latinumsbetter]

Every evening at dusk (unless, for some reason, Quark is indisposed,) the Eatery transforms into Quark's Bar. The table, now with a crack patched up ith dried glue on one end, 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. Frequent visitors might note that there's always an untouched drink made and set out every evening. There are bowls of peanuts placed on top of the bar for snacking. On one end of the bar there's a selection of pastries, fresh-baked by Lebkuchen, who might also be there.

On one end of the table, opposite from the crack, 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


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SUNDAY

[latinumsbetter]

MONDAY

[latinumsbetter]

[markofnobility]

[Oh boy here comes Ferd with some parchment and other writing supplies. He makes sure to show up when no one else is around- Quark didn't specifically SAY he wanted the magic lessons to be secret, but he didn't NOT say so. Better to keep it on the down low until told otherwise.]

Good evening!

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark blinks at that, tilting his head slightly with a bemused curl to the corner of his mouth]

Evening. The usual?

[markofnobility]

Yes please, no liquor.

[He'll grab the tokens after he places his supplies down. His mood seems to have greatly improved since the trial at least]

[latinumsbetter]

You got it. [he'll turn to make him his Nobili-tea, and set it down in front of him]

You workin' on something? [he nods towards the supplies]

[markofnobility]

No. You are!

[8D]

Well, not necessarily right now, since you ARE working. But I took your request very seriously!

I made diagrams

[he opens one up to show. It's a fucking spell circle. Only Ferdinand is like... no artist so it's not perfectly round or evenly spaced. But his handwriting is, of course, immaculate.

Still, maybe this is why his Magic stat is kinda shit.]

[cannotunravel]

...out of curiosity, are the lollipops from that SON thing the cornucopia gives?

[Questionable lollipops...]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah, why? [what's wrong with the SON lollipops, Misane???]

[cannotunravel]

What if they taste sweet to the SON's parent, but foul to anyone else?

[Misane distrust the SON a lot, really. It's so weird]

[latinumsbetter]

[Misane, what] Why would that be the case?

[cannotunravel]

Because in a place like this it sounds plausible, don't you think? And Velvet thinks these might be cursed objects.

[Misane shrugs a little]

We tossed one into the pyres near the cornucopia. She was given it back intact by one of those little minion guys almost immediately.

TUESDAY

[latinumsbetter]

WEDNESDAY

[latinumsbetter]

THURSDAY

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark can be found back behind the bar after the meeting (with everything moved to bar configuration,) idly drawing circles on the bartop. Sometimes it sparks under his finger into a briefly flickering circle, before disappearing again.]

[sweetsynergy]

[It's a while after the meeting ends, but Vanity slides back into the eatery, slipping quietly into a seat at the bar.]

...Hey.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark glances up at that, straightening a bit]

Evening.

[sweetsynergy]

[She's quiet for a moment, staring down at the counter, her nails tapping a rapid beat.]

You talked about being willing to do what you need to to survive.

[Tossing out his exact words is an option, but Vanity leaves it be for now.]

Why the FUCK does that not extend to learning how to throw a punch?

[latinumsbetter]

[His lips press together at that, looking off to the side.]

Because! [yep, flimsy excuse is still absolutely flimsy so as to be non-existant. He blows out a breath, frustrated, hands going to the edge of the bar as he leans on it.] ...look, I don't know! The only time I've done any kind of training for this sort of thing was to impress a woman, and even in that someone else ended up doing the fighting for me. It's just not me!

[sweetsynergy]

WELL MAYBE- some. People here. Don't want your "just me" to be just a fucking corpse either.

[murchada]

...What's up? Practicing?

[latinumsbetter]

Huh? [Quark glances up, the most recent flickering circle he's drawn fadding]

Oh. Yeah. Ferdinand is teaching me some magic, so I figured I'd get some practice in.

[murchada]

...He can do that? Just... teach you magecraft?

[latinumsbetter]

He said anyone could learn it. Turns out it's kinda like the Great Continuum but energy, so if I think about it that way, it's getting easier to do.

[murchada]

Man. Mage families in my world would have a damn heart attack hearing about that...