in the middle of summer [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the last week or so of July
When: Anytime between July 25th and July 31st
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? GO WILD.]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

Comments

[postictal]

You gotta give 'em some stories, depending on how big it is, but yeah. That's how I got these.

[He digs his cigarette tin out of his pocket and flicks it open.]

They refill for three months, and then I gotta request more. [His pills are a less conditional offering - only requiring one story to get that consistent outpouring of chemical shielding against the irregular receptors in his brain - but he doesn't go around proclaiming himself to need them.]

[crystallying]

... Huh.

[ He rests his chin in the palm of one hand, eyeing the cigarettes. ]

That's a pretty sweet deal, considering the lack of resources around here. Whatever's trapped us in this dimension doesn't seem to want us to go nuts.

[postictal]

I think it's more the Storyteller helping us out than whatever brought us here. If you believe them, anyway.

[Tim doesn't believe anything anyone says, just as a rule, but he's also a self-admitted paranoid, hypocritical jerk. He wouldn't trust anything that comes out of his own mouth either.]

[crystallying]

I'm not really inclined to believe talking bunnies without damn good reason, so... yeah.

[ He shrugs. Lucas is much the same, especially when he can't use his lab equipment to get a solid read on any given situation. ]

This whole deal is pretty messed up.

[postictal]

I don't think anyone here would agree that it's good, no.

[Though he'd be hard-pressed to admit that he'd return home, given the chance. He'd rather take his chances out here.]

[But he doesn't say it. Instead, Tim unstoppers a clay jug. A sharp, alcoholic tang rolls out from the lip, fruity and sharp.]

You want some?

[crystallying]

Oh! Uh... sure?

[ Lucas straightens up, suddenly realizing that he's facing one of his greatest challenges yet: not looking like a total dweebus in front of the bartender. ]

Yeah, hit me.

[postictal]

[Tim is a far cry from a legitimate bartender, particularly as he himself can't and doesn't drink. But he still recognizes people who look like they could need a drink when he sees one. Perks of growing up in Alabama, if you call being able to recognize when someone's walking around with a gun on them a "perk."]

[He pours him a coconut shell of blackberry liquor and sets it down.]

I have no idea how this tastes, but my understanding is that it's pretty strong.

[crystallying]

[ Lucas eyes the drink suspiciously, as if it's about to rear up and bite his nose off, then goes for broke and just slams back some of it.

He instantly chokes, and spends the next thirty seconds coughing and wheezing. Needless to say, Lucas does not drink very much. ]

S-sorry, I... shit!

[postictal]

Breathe through your nose.

[Utterly monotone. Tim is pretty sure that, upon serving alcohol, they're going to have worse things to contend with on these floors instead of just the occasional backwash.]

You good?

[crystallying]

[ Welp. He officially looks like a dweebus in front of the bartender. It takes him a few moments, but eventually Lucas stops wheezing and starts breathing normally again. ]

I'm... I'm good! Just great! Not choking anymore, which is great! God, you weren't kidding, that stuff is strong. Sorry, I don't... drink much.

[postictal]

It's fine. I don't drink at all.

[Can't drink is actually the correct word for it, but he doesn't elaborate. Tim merely shrugs.]

We don't have a lot of variation in our alcohol here.

[crystallying]

The stuff you do have is pretty damned potent. Holy crap.

[ At this point, Lucas has a nagging feeling that he's forgotten to initiate some important part of this conversation. ]

... I'm Lucas, by the way. Thanks for... for the info, I guess, and for just... I dunno, talking? Good talk.

[ Nailed it. ]

[postictal]

Tim.

[He's about on par with Jay in terms of awkward babble, which Tim doesn't mind. He's grown used to someone else stammering and filling the silence with skips and silences and pauses and fillers. It's almost...a reminder.]

[In a weird way.]

Anytime.