Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After the execution finishes and Wendy is dragged down into the Earth by that absolute horrific monstrosity of a creature and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark will stand there for a long moment in the silence, before announcing, in a voice that wavers while trying to go for neutral:]

The bar’ll be open. Sitting around alone isn’t going to help anyone. [he turns to look at Ferdinand] Ferdinand, you’re with me. I need someone to move the table.

[and, taking Cerejeira’s elbow, he’s going to head out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration by Ferdinand and Quark. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are snacks from the pantry brought out and placed on plates and in bowls and left out to eat. The bar is open, but so is the kitchen, if anyone wants to make something.

Both Ferdinand and Quark can be found behind the bar, the latter attempting to teach the former how to use the replicator he’s now got back there in addition to the other drink components. At least it’s keeping them busy. They’re both there to serve drinks, however.

The door is open.]

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[letsplayamod]

[The patted Winion leans up into it, little paws reaching up to grasp his hand and hold it there.]

...Sad. Sorry.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark pauses at that, something in his expression crumpling momentarily, before he masters himself again.]

...yeah. Me, too.

[He blinks, though, rubbing his fingers through their fur]

Look at you. Pip, you're a mess. [he glances at the other two] In fact, you're all a mess. Stay here.

[and he's going to extract his hand and go into the kitchen and wet down a rag with some dish soap. He comes back and slowly trys to clean them up and get that grease out of their fur, one at a time.]

Alright, Pip, that'll do. Klynk, you're next. And Prin, don't you go anywhere either.

[letsplayamod]

[Pip- formerly Average Fluff- sits for the scrubbing with surprisingly patience and shakes off the lingering dampness. Klynk- formerly Rounder and Fluffier- is making annoyed grumbling sounds before Quark even gets to it.

Prin- the pink princess of the trio- slowly tries to shove My Son into her place without being noticed.]

[latinumsbetter]

Yeah, yeah, complain all you like. Everyone else is greasy enough tonight, I don't need you three getting oil all over the Tongo board. [he'll scrub Klynk down before moving onto Prin...though he stops, looking down at My Son]

Prin, you look different. But you're not getting out of this either, you know. [he starts to reach out with the cloth, looking like he's moving to wipe down the glass side] I think you've got a big spot of oil right baaaack...[and he suddenly moves his hand around the back of My Son to Prin, rubbing the cloth against her cheek]...here!

[letsplayamod]

[Prin squeals loudly, flailing her little limbs but making no actual effort to escape her impromptu bath. They could easily teleport away if they wanted to, they'd done it plenty on the first day they'd made themselves known.

It wouldn't be fun to poof away now. They've made it a game and Quark likes games! To the Winions he already seems happier than he was when he came in carrying the weight of the missing Alex Browning on his shoulders. He's the God of Community, after all, and community needs joy and a feeling of purpose to thrive.

Pip, Kylnk and Prin's exist to support Gods of their choosing and Quark is a one they're particularly pleased to lend their services to.]