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Quark ([personal profile] latinumsbetter) wrote in [community profile] letsplayamurder2025-08-10 03:20 am
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Afterparty

[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.]
literarybehemoth: a fairly neutral expression that is not grumpy (the summer cut....)

[personal profile] literarybehemoth 2025-08-16 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Essentially, yes. I do feel like I understand the philosophical argument you're making here, but at the same time, we have to eat something, and it may as well be something that is not on the same level of sapience as us.
fillets: (CAUSE I LOOK LIKE PITBULL)

[personal profile] fillets 2025-08-17 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, but I was actually curious! I've made that very argument before, after all, so it would have been more explicit if that's what I was going for.

... Either way, it's not that I can't understand your sentiment. I can remember feeling the same way... but it's all very far in the past, now.
literarybehemoth: he's looking at a bug. (oh sidor we're in it now)

[personal profile] literarybehemoth 2025-08-17 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
...I suppose that is natural that you would stop worrying about it, if it was something that was necessary for you to survive. I do have to wonder if we did not have... other options. Would my landlady have to worry about me deciding she would make a good lunch at some point?

...

I don't think she would, granted. She is a hedgehog, so surely there are options that would require less effort. But I imagine the... tension would mean we never would have met.