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CARITAS--OPEN

Jarod unlocked the door for the patrons, giving Caritas a final once-over as he did so. It looked ready. The band seemed to be in the same number of pieces as they were the last time he saw them. He hoped he was dressed appropriately--the movie had been a little iffy on that part. Besides, on his currently limited budget, the black jeans and untucked black, collared, button-front shirt would have to do.

During his downtime, he practiced twirling liquor bottles and bar glasses a la Cocktail.

[ooc: OCD threads posted.]

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(Keep the duct tape handy)

(Relax, enjoy, mock IC)

(Order drinks, try to stump the bartender, etc.)

The Tick walks up to the bar while checking Caritas out. It looks like his kind of place. It looks, well...

"Keen," Tick says.

Jarod grinned back. "Isn't it?"

He looks the blue, antennaed man over and decides he's old enough to be served alcohol. "What can I get for you this evening, sir?"

"I'll have a glass of milk, chum! In a tall glass. This is a tall glass kind of place!"

"In a tall glass it is, then." Jarod twirls the glass and sets it on the bar. "Would you like ice with that? And whole milk, two percent, or skim?"

"Ooh. Choices. The pub just gives me milk without any questions... Two percent, chum! With ice!"

Jarod bends down and gets the two percent milk out of the fridge. He scoops some ice into the glass, then pours the milk down over the ice in one long, white ribbon.

He then adds a bendy straw and a pink paper umbrella, because the man in front of him seems like a bendy straw and pink paper umbrella kind of guy. He can tell by the clothes--they're whimsical.

"I'm Jarod. It's nice to meet you."

"Ooh. Whimsy! Hello, there, Jarod! I am The Tick! And this," Tick said after sipping some milk through the bendy straw, "is one keen glass of milk! Well done, man!"

"Thank you very much, sir. It's a courageous person who isn't afraid to walk into a bar and order milk, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Courage has nothing to do with it! Milk is the drink of Righteousness, and I thirst for Right! This is a tall glass of Bovine Justice! This bendy straw is the Straw of Honor! This umbrella is the Parasol of Novelty!"

Jarod is, to put it simply, delighted. "Bovine Justice? Straw of Honor? You sound like you know something about the subject."

He wipes off the bar and leans forward. After all, people are supposed to tell their bartenders everything.

"Yes indeed, chum! I teach Criminal Justice up at the school, and I'm a superhero back home. I think that qualifies me as an expert." Tick smiled widely and played with the umbrella.

"Criminal Justice? What kind of things do you teach your students? And I've never met a superhero before. This is very exciting!"

Jarod pours himself a glass of Dr. Pepper and adds a bendy straw.

"I mostly throw out real and hypothetical situations at them and have them discuss whether what has been done is right, how they would handle the situations, see what their experiences have been. I'm trying to get them thinking about Justice, see how fine they can slice the Lunch Meat of Their Beliefs! They seem to get a kick out of it!"

Jarod looked confused for a minute, then his expression brightened. "Oooh. You're equating a person's ethical beliefs with luncheon meat and their search of the truth as the slicer at a delicatessen! That's quite the impressive metaphor, sir."

"Thank you, Jarod. Metaphors come to me as naturally as thwarting evil. It's keen!"

Tick sipped some more milk and continued playing with the umbrella. "It's wacky. Even students who aren't in the class seem to get a kick out of it. I don't even know how they find out what we're talking about. I keep checking the door and there's nobody out there that I can see..."

[OOC: I'm prepared to drop the name of a certain brunette that Jarod is very familiar with if you'd like. It might be worth a chuckle.]

"It is indeed...keen, sir. And on top of your other talents, it's almost nifty!"

Jarod sipped at his soda. "You must be quite the educator." He made a note to talk to The Tick if he ever had to do a simulation as a teacher. It always helped to have a live person's perspective.

[ooc: Thanks, but no. We're not doing the big unveil until two weeks from now (when Broots-mun is more available). If you can talk about her without mentioning her name, feel free.]

Tick was positively gleeful at Jarod's word choice. Here was a Good Guy if he'd ever seen one.

"Some of my fellow teachers have sent the Academic Pie that I'm serving back to the kitchen, but the students have their Forks of Inquiry poised and ready to strike!"

[OOC: I just left a window open if you wanted. Window is shut, the drapes are closed, the light has been turned off, and the old lady has gone to bed. I know to check first before I actually commit to that kind of stuff. :)]

"Why would they have sent the Pie back to the kitchen? A teacher who can capture the imagination of his students is to be highly valued."

He wished he could be holding one of the Forks of Inquiry, but someone had soldered his Silverware Drawer of Life shut before he even made it into kindergarten.

"Some of the teachers are habitual eaters. They like their own cake for Knowledge Dessert and don't want to expand their snack horizons." Tick liked this lad. He really seemed to Get It. Perhaps Tick would give him a spoon someday.

"But, that's wrong!" Jarod was aghast. "A person's diet should be varied and plentiful to make sure they have optimal nutrition. I assume the same thing holds true for knowledge, correct?"

He still wasn't giving up his jellybeans, though.

"I agree, chum. But some people are picky eaters when it comes to learning." Tick sighed. "You can't force people to do what's right for them, though. That would be Unjust."

Jarod sighed and took a sip of his soda. "It's true. Otherwise, you're no better than the Injustice you're trying to stop."

"Precisely. You really know your Justice, Jarod! I'm impressed!" Tick was getting near the bottom of his glass.

Jarod noticed the glass. "Can I get you a refill, sir? I think it's more that I know my Injustice and work from a negative place back to Zero."

"No, thank you, chum. I should be heading off pretty soon."

"You know Injustice?" Tick stared at Jarod intensely. His antennae swivelled around as if they were seeking something. His stare softened into a sad glance. "I'm sorry to hear that, chum. It's something that nobody should deal with. At least you seem to come out of it okay!"

"Very well, then. That will be two dollars." Actually, Lorne never put a price on milk, but if a White Russian was $6, and it was 1/3 cream, then it stood to reason that it was $2 for just the Bovine Juice of Justice.

"No, no one should, should they?" He asked. "I was very lucky ~~very recently.~~"

The Tick pulled $3 out of his pocket and placed it on the counter. "There you go, chum!"

"I'm glad to hear that, Jarod. I hope your time here is full of Justice and Freedom!"

Tick stood up and glanced at his now empty glass. "Err, could I keep the umbrella? I'm trying to get more whimsy into my life. I've needed it recently."

"Thank you very much, sir." Then he remembers, "Please come again. It's been very quiet tonight, but usually there's something called karoake. I'm told it's quite enjoyable."

"I hope that your time is equally free of Injustice and Imprisonment."

Jarod handed him three more umbrellas--one in blue, one in green, and one in purple. "Enjoy your night, sir."

"Thank you, Jarod! I'll be sure to stop by again!"

Tick picked up his four umbrellas and left the bar. He seemed to be deep in thought before he was even out of the building.

[OOC: Ooh! I already have plans for the umbrellas. Yet another little thing with which I can make people cry at a later date! Thank you!]

Jarod waved goodbye and began washing out the glasses and wiping down the bar. "Goodnight, sir."

[ooc: Yay! Jarod aided and abetted The Tick!]

Susan comes in and slumps at the bar. She looks tired and stressed, but she's still trying to be visible.

Jarod thought he saw a flicker of something or someone at the edge of his vision. Just to be on the safe side, he asked, "If there's someone there, may I help you?"

(Nefarious plotting, NWS stuff that you don't mind taking place in public)

(Relax, enjoy, mock OOC)

Are you calling me OCD, Jerry? Don't make me sic Tino on you.

No, sir. I would never do that, sir. I was merely referring to my need, based on my background, to have things line up and make sense.

*glees at the Tick and Jarod badinage*

Especially the abuse of metaphor and explication of same. Heee.

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