put another x on the calendar [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the month of September
When: Generally throughout September
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up y'all



[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? Maybe we can hash out details about how best to implement renovations via Harv in which case just @ me. 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.]

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[jackal_style]

[Wherever there's the smell of food, there's Dogo. He slips in, taking in all the delicious smells.

And just like any dog looking for some scraps... he'll plop down in front of anyone he sees eating, and give the biggest baby doll eyes.]

What're you eating? It smells soooo good!

[uptightness]

[She has heard about Denny, minus the s, although it is her first time actually visiting. She still finds it strange, having a restaurant in this place, although a lot of this planet in general she finds strange, and it certainly does have a limited menu.

Eyeing the meat that she got, Carolina glances in the direction of the voice, pausing. Is that a... Is it a dog? Carolina's not entirely certain, but it is talking to her. Or she is hallucinating.]

Uh. Meat, of some sort.

[She's debating how closely she wants to investigate it.]

[jackal_style]

[Meat, is something that Dogo hasn't really had a whole lot of lately. Not that he hasn't getting by just fine - jackals are pretty resourceful. He could care less what kind of meat it is, just that he wants some.

He climbs up on the seat, a little awkwardly, trying to get a closer look.]

Can I try some?

[uptightness]

Can't you just- order some?

[Which seems like a ridiculous question to be asking of a talking animal, but if he can talk, he can order, can't he? Carolina can't say that she saw any signs around that said anything like no shoes, no shirt, no talking canine creatures, no service.]

[tokenflavortownie]

[Oh my, a talking dog.

It's absolutely adorable.]

Well, right now I'm just having some coconuts... Would you like to try some of it?

[Is it safe for dogs? Even talking ones? But the last talking dog she met isn't around to ask, so guess Pyrrha's just playing this one by ear.]

[jackal_style]

[Dogo doesn't think he's tried coconut before. He's not sure if he's gonna like it but hey, he's up for anything.]

Oh... can I? That's really nice of you!

[Not like stealing other people's food was the whole reason he's in here, but this works out much better.]

[tokenflavortownie]

Well sure, a little bit won't hurt.

[Pyrrha wasn't sure if she'd like coconut when she started out either. But hey, it's... its still coconuts. And there's so many of them around here. So, so many.

She breaks off a piece of it, lowering it down in an open palm for Dogo.]

Give it a taste!

[vagabone]

[Oh look, someone's let the skeleton out of the closet again.

He's sitting at a table by himself and listening to chatter going on, idly rolling a marble around. It's no sulk, not even close! He's been his usual friendly self, taking it easy at the only hangout around before his next exploration trip.]

agent washington | ota | i'll match your formatting!

[counterblows]

[What's this? Agent Washington out of armor?]

[Yes, in fact. He's wearing an awful sweatshirt - his best friend gave him this shirt, so he will thank you to dispense nothing but the most genuine of compliments about how unbelievably tasteful it is.]

[He doesn't visit often, but when he does, it's usually to sit in a corner somewhere and clean his weapons: taking apart his guns, cleaning his knives, the works. It's honestly kind of a dick move. Wash honestly doesn't care.]

[uptightness]

[Somehow Carolina had missed that shirt on Wash today, which is why there is a small snort when the red head does find her team mate at the restaurant. Although, it's not entirely outlandish in design. After all, it could have pink cats or flashing lights- or who knew what else. She'd found few items that hadn't been far out there.

Like the track pant style bottoms she has on, or the fuzzy sweater. The latter... might actually be pretty comfy, at least as far as silly clothing went. Carolina has a cup of Blackberry whiskey in her hand, although she hasn't actually tried it yet.]

You know, you can clean guns back at the cottage...

[counterblows]

[Look, hey, C.T. picked this out for him. It is perfect, therefore he is wearing it. Often. Besides, she doesn't have any right to critique his attire when she strides in looking like that.]

I'm trying to be social. [Look at how he's succeeding, at being social, by cleaning his guns in a public space. Truly unfathomable.]

[uptightness]

Nothing says hey come talk to me like cleaning a weapon.

[Not that she's complaining or judging as she pulls up a seat. The whole being social aspect isn't exactly something that Carolina earns gold stars at. She's still abrasive and in your face, and unlikely to put up with bullshit from strangers. She wasn't punched or kicked anyone, nor has she hit them with the butt of her gun, so that's a plus, right?]

tim wright | ota | i'll match your formatting

[postictal]

[Sometimes Tim is behind the counter. Sometimes he's doing stuff like fixing the place's supply of stools with a couple well-placed nails, or whittling some more cutlery.]

[He also still has eleven flare guns if anyone here wants one. There's a basket full of them by the counter. Just ask the guy there. He'll probably tell you that you can have one, provided you get a demo on how to shoot it and what the differently-colored flares mean.]

[forwearemany]

(Legion doesn't need to eat, but sometimes they like to visit anyway.

Legion is wary of unfamiliar organics, but the people of this island have been nice enough that they're willing to take risks.

Thus, when they see a strange man working on domething, they decide to approach.)

Do you desire assistance?

[postictal]

[He hasn't really met Legion directly, though he's seen them...around, from time to time. Figured they're some kind of robotic species, and left it at that. He's past the point of being surprised by this kind of stuff anymore. He glances at them, sidelong, and shrugs.]

You know how to fix a chair?

[ladytakamaki]

[ ann was pretty curious about The Denny, because a restaurant on a deserted island? wow. she's impressed. in a good way, of course. she walks in and sees someone working behind the counter, fixing up some of the stools.

she wonders if he's the one who made the place. if he is, well, ann would like to give him her compliments. she walks over to him with a smile. ]

Need some help?

[postictal]

["Made" is a bit of a stretch, in Tim's mind. The skeleton of an old mess hall was there to begin with; he just...built on top of it.]

[Tim glances up. His gaze is brief and assessing. Doesn't recognize her, but...she might be new.]

You know how to fix a chair?

beau | ota

[lesbeau]

[Denny isn't really a tavern, but it's kind of close enough. Beau's normal schedule back home was "go drink somewhere after a day's work", and it's been weird not to have that in the first few weeks of being here. So once she figures out this place exists, it becomes her haunt when the sun goes down. She can be found at the bar, nursing whatever passes for alcohol in this place, and just sort of staring at people. She's not unapproachable, technically. But she sure looks stony faced out to the crowd, just kind of observing while she tries to relax.

If she sees a pretty girl, she'll wink at her, though. That's still a constant.]

[souldeterminant]

[The 11-year-old in a striped shirt that's been drifting around the tables collecting glassware, unfortunately, is not a pretty girl. They do notice her looking around, though, and as another member of the Stoic Face Club, Frisk takes to glancing at her out of the corner of their eye now and again as they work. Since they spend plenty of time at Denny themself helping out with minor tasks, they recognize her as a blossoming regular - but they haven't really paid much attention to her so far.]

[Which is why, when they pass around the bar carrying an armful of glasses and plates, they pause behind the counter... and give her a wink. Before proceeding right on to the basin and dumping everything inside with a loud clatter.]

[lesbeau]

[Honestly, she hasn't paid much attention to them either. Kids helping out at businesses is basically expected, and seeing as they're doing perfectly appropriate kid tasks, it's not weird. She's observant, though. Seen them watching at least once, assumedly in the curious way kids do. In her vibrant blues and staff she knows even in her world she draws eyes sometimes.

It's one of those times that she catches their eye when it changes. When there's proof they've been watching, and her eyes go a bit more wide before they're off. Nah, you can't one up her like this. What the heck.

She slides off her chair, stepping lightly until they can see her again at least out of the corner of their eye. And then she's gonna wink back- still totally flat faced and maybe too serious for this whole experience. But she can't just let the one up happen and have a kid win.]

[solperierat]

[Thanks to Ginko, Ed is no longer an installment behind the bar--he's not been kicked out of the establishment entirely, but anything to do with booze has been declared off-limits for the time being. He's more than a little annoyed about it, but Ed isn't about to take it out on either the men in question or the establishment.]

[It doesn't, however, stop him from being a grumbly bastard about it, and he slouches over to a table nearby after finishing up with scrubbing the floors down.]

I wasn't even drinking that much...barely even a bottle a week, fuck's sake...

[He glances around to be sure Tim isn't around before pulling a flask out of a pocket and popping it open to chug down a few gulps of...something. But it's probably not water, that's for sure.]

[lesbeau]

[It better not be water, look where they are. She remembers seeing him around, but seeing as she tends not to engage without a reason, they haven't talked. Of course, until the flask comes out.

She tilts herself back from the bar, holding on to the edge for the balance.]

Hey! Psst! Horn guy!

[She points at the flask, and mimes herself drinking it, before pointing at her glass and miming a swapping motion. Temporary tradesies? She needs some variety.]

[bitch4bitch]

[When it comes down to it, it doesn't matter too much if Beau sees Erika first or vice-versa, because Erika is gonna go ahead and go over there either way. She doesn't actually sit down yet, but leans against the bar, grinning.]

So, you open to conversation, or do you wanna finish taking the place in, first?

[lesbeau]

[Alright, now this is what she's talking about. Even if Beau didn't see her first, Erika still gets the pretty girl wink as she approaches. Beau uncoils as she speaks, elbow on the bar and body leaned back to take up more area than she truly needs to.]

Nah, just lookin' around for a little company.

[She doesn't smile well, but she's good at sly smirks, so there that is instead.]

Is it yours?

The Director | OTA

[determinist]

Leonard has taken to stealing into this space now and then for a drink of the blackberry liqueur they keep on hand here. He knows he's become something of a mess, but he doesn't care enough to stop the slide. He just cares about getting drunk now and then, and doing what he can to ignore the fact that he's still alive and still without his Allison.

So he sits in a corner and sips at his drink and rests his chin on one hand. He wears a shirt he feels has an ironic slogan, considering how he feels—like he's bursting with his memories of her, of what a wonderful woman she was. His eyelids slide closed now and then. He's long past crying about what he's lost. His tears for her dried up many years ago. He just wants to recapture something of her, to relive the good parts of his life that have been gone for so long. Besides, he wouldn't cry in public like this if he did have any of that left in him. He opens his eyes and drinks...and drinks...and drinks.