Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[The earth once more closes up and all of that disappears, Quark remains on the ground for a long moment, holding Cerejeira. Finally, he raises his voice, still keeping her tucked against him. His tone is all business, brooking no argument.]

Bar'll open in ten minutes. Go get washed up, and then be there.

[He turns his head to look at Astarion, eyes narrowing.]

You. After those ten minutes, you're going to explain to everyone what you did. And then you're going to get out of my bar. Got it?

[and, not waiting for a reply, he's turning his attention to Cerejeira and Leb. He frowns, for a moment, because he knows he can't carry either of them, and normally he might have asked Fe Lu Om Ranma or Vanity but, well.]

...someone who can carry people help me with Leb and Jeira.

[So......the bar downstairs is once again open. Quark is not behind the bar. Instead, he's pushed some tables together and put some bottles of wine on the table. He's replicated some bar snacks and they're there too. There's something replicated for Riful also, in a separate bowl, which he'll give to her personally.

Fritz sitting near the entrance to the back counter where he's working and Critwo is in a nest of blankets in a corner just behind the counter. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets.

Leb is still asleep on one of the couches with one of the spare togas tucked around her as a blanket. Cerejeira is seated next to her, also with a spare toga tucked around her.

Once everyone is down there, Quark pushes to his feet and clears his throat.

Once the situation has been made clear, then the rest of the evening can proceed as usual for their afterparties.

Those four drinks that Quark usually makes (Athena, Alex, Misane, Aglaea) are once again sitting at the far edge of the counter. There are no new additions.]

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[literarybehemoth]

[...well. he's feeling better. he should probably go and talk to astarion properly. all things considered.]

...

It was close. I think everyone would still be angry if it worked, mind. But it was close.

[pariunt]

[Astarion is quiet for a while, still watching the stars. If he gets out of here, he might never see them again. He has to savor this.]

Indeed.

But I'm not so sure we'll have another opportunity.

[literarybehemoth]

...Who knows. Perhaps we are doomed. Perhaps we have turned the tide in the very attempt.

All we can really do is see what tomorrow brings at this point.

[pariunt]

I... suppose so.

[He sighs.]

I fought the God of Death, in my world. His avatar, technically speaking. But we won. My companions and I. Our odds weren't nearly as grim then as they are now.

[literarybehemoth]

[uh. hang on...???]

...well, if you have experience, should that not mean this is... less dire? I know we are encountering a great deal of loss and hardship, but I would imagine that was not untrue in your previous travels.

[pariunt]

No, because the one who lead us to victory isn't here.

[He means Tav, of course.]

[literarybehemoth]

Ah, I see. Well, I do not take much stock in the great man theory of history, even if a good leader is certainly helpful. Your skills and experience would still be valuable, I think.

[pariunt]

...I suppose.

[...Well, when it comes to battle, he'll certainly offer what advice he can. He has fought a god before, and lived to tell the tale.]