Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After Zvei walks down into the earth and it closes over his head, and Typhon gives his goodbye...the Phantasmal Bar finally flickers out of existence. Quark breathes out a slow breath.]

Alright. The bar downstairs is going to be open. Stop in. [That is not a request.]

Riful, let's see what we can do about that thing you need.

[He'll give Leb a squeeze--before she detaches from him. He makes eye contact at least once with all of his employees, and then he turns and walks out of the Arena. So...post trial, the bar downstairs is once again open. The employees are around at different times, and Quark is once again behind the bar. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There's food and drinks and places to sit and think or talk or whatever one would like to do.

There are two more drinks that are made and sit just behind the counter to accompany with the other two that are usually remade and replaced every day.

The door is open.]

Comments

[treebornekettlegirl]

[As preferable and compelling as staring blankly at a wall sounds, Ranma's got work to do. She can't stop or break down now. These people need her. Much like last afterparty, Ranma's manning the kitchen, ironic as that verb may be given she hasn't dunk her head in boiling water yet. Ramen is the main course for tonight, really the only dish being made tonight. If nobody's grabbed a bowl, she'll take up the gig of being the waitress delivering it to them with a practiced smile and a chipper 'Eat up!~'.

Once work comes to an end, Ranma doesn't hunker down and retreat to her room. Right now, the last thing she wants to be is a stuffy room, it'll just get claustrophobic. One will find her either at the cliffs meditating by the edge, on top of the living quarters doing some katas like no tomorrow or in the forest, practicing her godly powers by using some pressurized wind to slice up a few tree branches.]

Forest

[yourheroine]

...is that ki or your god power?

[Aoi remembers her explanation from the trial even though a whole lot was going on back there.]

[treebornekettlegirl]

Last one.

[Keeping her focus on the branches while answering the girl, Ranma does a hand motion to get the wind to circle in place, rendering them into messy wood chippings. Gotta practice some more.]

Though, some of us martial artists can punch or swing weapons fast enough that it pressurizes the air. I've seen this bozo use a bokken to dice up a stone statue with it.

[yourheroine]

...martial artists in your world are so cool. No wonder Vanity was jealous.

Aoi probably won't ever be able to slice a stone statue, but...could Ranma teach me how to dodge better?

Aoi's god power doesn't work without touching somebody. So if I stand too far back, I won't be able to help anybody.

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Aoi no no you're only gonna stoke her ego more]

Heh, what can I say, I'm a guy that's easy to be jealous over.~

[Purring that out pridefully, looking smug as all hell. Get rekt Vanity.

Basking in the praise gets cut short by Aoi's sudden request. Ranma shouldn't be too surprised, Aoi wants to help everyone so of course she'd want to improve and get involved in potential battles more. That, and Ranma did offer to teach her to fight back at the trial.

With that in mind, Ranma shoots the other pink-haired girl an affirming nod.]

You've come to the right guy. [Ranma puts up her fists like a boxer, putting one foot behind the other.] First, copy my stance and keep your attention on my fists.

[yourheroine]

[She just does this to everybody around her, huh? "So cool..." is practically becoming her catchphrase at this rate.]

Boop boop! Got it!

[Aoi's tiny hands imitate the fists, and she focuses, staring with her usual round saucer eyes at Ranma's hands.]

Cliffs

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark is making one last check of the grounds to make sure everyone's checked in at the bar at least once--and he pauses when he spots Ranma, making his way over and inviting himself to plop down next to him]

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Like always, Ranma doesn't shift or break her focus on maintaining her pose. She does open both her eyes this time, inclining her head in greeting.]

Yo. Ya' need someone to cover the graveyard shift?

[Cracking some gallow's humor in her standard casual tone, though Quark doesn't need exceptional hearing to pick up the exhaustion in her voice.]

[latinumsbetter]

Nah. I don't think anyone's gonna be up that late tonight. [a little dryly, moving to sit down next to her]

[treebornekettlegirl]

You never know, somebody might try t' sneak in and steal some booze.

[Probably the Winions, let's be honest. Would anyone be surprised if those lil guys get their party on while no one's looking?

She musters up a smirk, before breathing out and laying back to look up at the stars above.]

You okay? Zvei didn't hurt'cha badly, did he?

[latinumsbetter]

Nah. Nothing worse than I'd had before, anyway. [he peers at her, assessing] You?

waitress

[sweetsynergy]

[Vanity dead eyes the noodles, just a little.]

...I'm just gonna ask directly, do you want something or is this you being weird?

[treebornekettlegirl]

[It's Ranma's turn to dead eye her. Isn't it obvious what she's doing???]

What, you never been served at a restaurant before?

[sweetsynergy]

...I have.

[you hesitated there]

But one, this is you, two, we're both technically working right now, and three, it's you.

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Slamming X so hard rn the controller's broken]

Who's gonna whine about us eating on the job? Quark?

[... okay he might but Ranma's dealt with stricter bosses and authority figures enough to not care.

More importantly, she balks at the other two:] And what is that supposed to mean?!

[sweetsynergy]

I mean you have a noted habit of messing with me, and being this cheerful about something supposedly helpful is suspicious.

[treebornekettlegirl]

[Pouting so hard rn.]

Can't a guy do something nice for a friend without being suspected of foul play?

[Look at her Vanity. Does she look like the type to taint the sanctity of a good meal for a prank?]