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Caritas--Thursday--OPEN

Jarod arrived at Caritas and began setting up for the night. He nodded politely to the zombie band, who were starting to look a little worse for the wear.

After some internal debate, he decided not to remove his yellow rain slicker and rain hat, which he'd worn mostly because he'd gotten wetter working inside Caritas the last two times he'd worked than he had since he'd spent the afternoon in the rain talking to Jack Harkness.

He was finally prepared for the ~~tiny ninja~~ water balloon throwing perpetrator. ~~Although he'd have been more prepared if he'd thought to bring some pie with him for a snack.~~

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It's all about the zombies, baby.

John's in a rare mood today.

He walks up on stage, confers with the band a bit.

The tune and lyrics are familiar, but the sound? PURE PUNK, BAYBEE

"Breakaway"

Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray (I would pray)

OI OI OI

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)
And breakaway

[Chorus]

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

Okay, sometimes it's about the alcohol.

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Jarod placed a draft beer in front of Bel. "Evening."

"Thanks," Bel said wondering where his earlier comment went *blink*. "Quiet night tonight?"

"So far," Jarod replied, creaking slightly in his rain slicker. "I'm finding it hard to predict these things, though."

"What's with the raincoat?" Bel said, nodding at the slicker. "Leak in the basement or something?"

"Stealth water balloons," Jarod nodded, as if that made perfect sense. "I keep getting attacked at work."

As if on cue, a water balloon flies out of nowhere, right at Bel's head.

Bel instinctively threw a fireball at the incoming missile, vaporizing the balloon in mid-air and causing a fine mist of water to fall over him. "What the hell...?" he muttered, looking around for whoever threw the balloon, shaking off the droplets of water from his jacket.

Jarod took a few steps back as soon as Bel released the fireball. Whoa.

Several more water balloons follow in a volley. It is impossible to determine where they are coming from ~~because Miho is just that good.~~

The first two hit, but Bel shimmered to the other side of the bar before the rest could find their target. Cursing about water ruining leather, he called out to Jarod, "Now I realize you weren't kidding."

"Yeah, it's becoming a real problem." He tossed a clean bar rag in the direction of where he'd last seen Bel, only to find him in another location after the shimmer. Wow. Again.

Miho, looking oddly sulky for some reason ~~possibly having to do with Jarod's rainslicker~~, comes in and sits at the bar. This is not exactly her kind of place, but, well, she's bored.

Jarod was a bit surprised to see Miho at the bar. "//Good evening. May I get you something to drink?//"

Miho isn't about to talk in public. Is Jarod crazy? It would ruin her image. She attempts to convey through her glare that she would like sake, please.

Jarod didn't understand the glare, but by sheer good guessing placed some cold ~~omg~~ sake in front of her.

Miho approves of Jarod's guessing skills. ~~She wishes he had pie, though.~~ She scans the bar for targets briefly before poking at his slicker.

Jarod made a face. "//~~A tiny ninja with a fondness for baked goods~~ Someone keeps throwing water at me when I'm working. This seemed like a good way to prevent getting wet.//"

Miho looks disapproving. Of the water balloon bandit, not Jarod's slicker. For she is an innocent little ninja. Of course.

Nadia made a beeline straight for the bar as soon as she entered Caritas. Her hair was full of white feathers, which were also stuck to her shirt and her backpack, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, Jarod, can I get a rum and coke?" She settled down on a bar stool where she could see the entrance and pulled a notebook and a pen out of her bag.

"Hey, Nadia. Coming right up." He mixed the drink and set it in front of her. "What's with the feathers?"

"Chickens in the dorms," Nadia said off-handedly. She took a long sip of her drink. "Feathers everywhere. Chaos and pink sweaters. The usual Fandom wackiness."

"The dorms were attacked by chickens?" This was definitely shaping up into one of Jarod's weirder nights at work, and the last one had involved a vampire who wanted to eat him and ended up covered in kahlua. "Was anyone hurt? And pink sweaters?"

Did they have to be pink?

Nadia shrugged. "I haven't heard about any casualties. I think it was pretty much just annoying. The sweater is my cat's. I'm not positive, but I think the chickens made it for him. The one that was on my notebook was knitting something."

"Knitting chickens made sweaters for your cat?" There was no part of that sentence that made sense to Jarod, when put together in that particular order. No wonder his sims hadn't worked.

[ooc: Going to bed now. I'll be happy to pick this up tomorrow if you want.]

Nadia just nodded and sipped her drink. She was reaching the point of just being all shocked out.

[ooc: If you want to, that's cool. If not, also cool.]

Or the mocking.

Or the pinging. For the love of god, people, the pinging! Oh, the humanity!

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