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Bar Mingle: Week 5
Every day a little after noon, (unless, for some reason, Quark is indisposed,) Quark's Bar opens. Located on the third floor down from the main floor, in front of the entrance hangs a banner, proclaiming the place as "QUARK'S" in bold lettering. Once inside, the room, bedecked with grapevines, offers plenty of couches to lounge on. There are bowls of peanuts placed at the arms of the couches for easy snacking. If you'd like something more, on display at the corner of the bar counter is a selection of pastries, fresh-baked by Lebkuchen, who, as the official baker, might also be there. If you're hungry for something more substantial, there's a menu with a list of dishes that Ranma will be happy to cook up.
Quark will be behind the counter most of the time, though he'll certainly come personally deliver drinks now and then to familiar faces. Aside from him, Aoi and Cerejeira are also behind the bar now and then, but also moving around the room as waitresses. Ferdinand joins them on the floor as a waiter, and then also as the bar's sole Dabo Guy, stationed by the dabo table in a corner of the room. In front of one of the couches is the tongo board, occasionally in use by some familiar white fuzzy Winions.
Frequent visitors might note that there's always two drinks made and set on one of the shelves behind the counter.
In the rafters, the Zubats have migrated from the Eatery. They'll either be up there, or outside, 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. Fritz the German Shepherd is lounging either by the counter or perhaps wandering around to visit patrons to recieve pets. Behind him often trails a beige Eye-pod, staring at customers and blinking curiously. Depending on the hour, Critwo will either be strapped into some kind of swaddle on Quark's back, or tucked into a small nest made of blankets behind the counter.
Outside the door to the bar is a sign, handwritten:
Come on in and take a load off!
Tokens accepted as payment
NO RED MURDEROUS ROBOTS ALLOWED
NO STUPID RED ROBOTS ALLOWED
Inside the bar, handwritten menus on parchement are available:
BEVERGES:
Mocktails: 2 tokens
Glass of Wine: 3 tokens
Carafe of Wine: 10 tokens
Cocktails: 4 tokens
Top-shelf Cocktails: 5 tokens
Coffee: 2 tokens
Tea: 2 tokens
BITES:
Lebkuchen: 1 token/piece, 4 for 3 tokens
Breadroll: 1 token/piece
Lollipops: 1 token/each
Wednesday Special: Homemade Apple Strudel! 3 tokens/slice
DISHES:
Okonomiyaki, Osaka Style: 5 tokens
Okonomiyaki, Hiroshima Style: 6 tokens
Omurice: 6 tokens
Ramen: 8 tokens
Link to Days
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Weekly Log
Quark will be behind the counter most of the time, though he'll certainly come personally deliver drinks now and then to familiar faces. Aside from him, Aoi and Cerejeira are also behind the bar now and then, but also moving around the room as waitresses. Ferdinand joins them on the floor as a waiter, and then also as the bar's sole Dabo Guy, stationed by the dabo table in a corner of the room. In front of one of the couches is the tongo board, occasionally in use by some familiar white fuzzy Winions.
Frequent visitors might note that there's always two drinks made and set on one of the shelves behind the counter.
In the rafters, the Zubats have migrated from the Eatery. They'll either be up there, or outside, 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. Fritz the German Shepherd is lounging either by the counter or perhaps wandering around to visit patrons to recieve pets. Behind him often trails a beige Eye-pod, staring at customers and blinking curiously. Depending on the hour, Critwo will either be strapped into some kind of swaddle on Quark's back, or tucked into a small nest made of blankets behind the counter.
Outside the door to the bar is a sign, handwritten:
Quark's Bar
Hand-mixed drinks
Home-made fresh pasteries
Snacks
Good Company
Home-made fresh pasteries
Snacks
Good Company
Come on in and take a load off!
Open Every Evening at Dusk
NO STUPID RED ROBOTS ALLOWED
Inside the bar, handwritten menus on parchement are available:
MENU
Mocktails: 2 tokens
Glass of Wine: 3 tokens
Carafe of Wine: 10 tokens
Cocktails: 4 tokens
Top-shelf Cocktails: 5 tokens
Coffee: 2 tokens
Tea: 2 tokens
BITES:
Lebkuchen: 1 token/piece, 4 for 3 tokens
Breadroll: 1 token/piece
Lollipops: 1 token/each
Wednesday Special: Homemade Apple Strudel! 3 tokens/slice
DISHES:
Okonomiyaki, Osaka Style: 5 tokens
Okonomiyaki, Hiroshima Style: 6 tokens
Omurice: 6 tokens
Ramen: 8 tokens
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Weekly Log

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One Gravi-tea.
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[ She is going to take a nice, big sip. ]
...I'm getting real tired of Typhon battering my feelings every damn week.
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Who is it?
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...And, well, mentioning her siblings should still be alright, as long as she does talk too much about her life with them. ]
My brother and sister. But if anyone knows bringing them back is impossible, it'd be the godsdamned necromancer. [ I.e. her. ]
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My best friend. Bringing her back would kill my other friend now, so that's out.
[he holds out his cup of coffee for a sardonic "cheers"]
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Cheers.
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[dryly, taking a sip from his cup]
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[ She'll take another sip. ]
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...listen, I talked to Ferdinand about something the other night.
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she's not even waiting for Quark she's just going for the replicator.]
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That bad, huh?
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[he snorts, going to pour himself just
a shot of the Good Stuff]
He was acting weird after the trial. I should have known he'd go off the rails.
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The track record here is... bad.
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I don't know. [she sighs.] I thought... I thought maybe things were getting better.
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In some ways, they were.
But all it takes is one person freaking out.
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Mm. That's how it's been the whole time.
And now all we can do is hope no one goes for the bait. Again.
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At some point, she'll grab a lebkuchen (the cookie, not the girl) then put a token in the till jar before eating it.]
Even when there's a little less friendship here, these still taste good. Leb's a really good baker.
[When somebody walks in, Aoi shifts back to a customer service stance.]
Boop boop! Welcome! Don't tell on Aoi for snacking on the job!
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Thursday