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.]

Comments

[literarybehemoth]

Ah, all my daily wages...

[he goes ahead and pushes the tokens across the bar...]

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark will sweep those up]

Well spent, I assure you.

[literarybehemoth]

How am I going to gamble later, if I am spending all my money on drinks...?

[latinumsbetter]

All you need is one to gamble, professor. Don't you know how to budget?

[literarybehemoth]

Oh, I meant with the cornucopia. It is gambling, but instead of the certainty of winning or losing you just get an assortment of bizarre nonsense. It's delightful.

[latinumsbetter]

Ah, that.

It sure does spit out all kinds of things, doesn't it?

[literarybehemoth]

It certainly does. Some of them more useful than others, but honestly, I find even the most useless bits of junk to be somewhat fascinating.