Caritas, Wednesday Evening

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was finding the current zombie band labor disputes pretty entertaining, right up to the point where he couldn't get into the bar because of the picket line--they'd barred his way with their protest signs.

"He could just buy a karaoke machine, you know."

The lead guitarist sneered.

"What?"

There was some grumbling, and they let him through.

"Do you even have a list of demands, or is this just about the sax?"

The drummer snickered. Because he was 134.

"Don't harass the customers," Jarod instructed them as he opened the door to Caritas, then set up the bar for the night.

Comments

The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Is outside with the picket signs, so maybe you'd like to sing something a cappella?

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Order a drink from Jarod or mod Tino.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Later in the evening, Parker could be heard before she was seen.

"If you don't get out of my way, I'm ripping your arm off and beating you to death-- again-- with it!"

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Grinning, Jarod had Parker's drink on the bar before she got inside the building. "Evening."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hi. The band's brains have rotted away. They want a what?" She growled as she sat down, and let out a frustrated breath before sipping from her drink, looking frazzled.

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Saxophone," he said, stil grinning. "And they eat brains, Parker. I assume their own rotted away a while ago."

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Eeewwwww." Parker rolled her eyes. "Get a karaoke machine. Better yet? Get another band. I don't care if they *do* know every song in existence, they're weird and smelly on the best of days. And on days like this, they're just asking to be squid-fodder."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"That's a decision GOB has to make on his own," Jarod told her.

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm." Parker might've looked like she had an idea or two about that, but she didn't articulate them, just leaned over the bar and kissed him hello, now that she was in a calmer mood. "Hi. And, I think I figured it out."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Figured what out?"

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"How you got that doctor to confess in Pittsburgh." Parker looked smug. "And got the insurance for that kid, Casey."

Re: The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod smiled slightly and he poured himself a Dr. Pepper. This should be enlightening. "Oh? Do tell?"

Re: The Bar

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker took a tiny bite of her lime, sucked on it, then dunked it back in her drink. "I checked all the news stories, and called the hospital. The most direct and sneaky way for you to get in there and get close enough would've been as a volunteer or orderly. Hospitals are always short-handed. You could have hacked the medical records, but that might have gotten you caught too soon." She cocked an eyebrow. "So far, so good."

Re: The Bar

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. "And keep 'em coming!," she added.

It had been a weird week.

Re: The Bar

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I'll have a martini," Hawkeye said predictably as he sat down next to Elliot. "Evening. Treated any mummy-fighting students lately?"

Re: The Bar

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Dr. Pierce! I let Peter Parker take off his sling yesterday," Elliot said, a little glumly. "He was going to toss it anyhow, so I just enabled."

"Other than that, no. Though there were some badgers in my first aid class. You?"

Re: The Bar

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Were they talking badgers or normal badgers?" he asked, because that was the sort of thing you asked in Fandom. "The rest of my week has been blissfully filled with nothing, nada and a side of zilch. And please, call me Hawkeye."

Re: The Bar

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Holographic badgers," Elliot said, sipping her drink. "I think I might have misread the Danger Shop manual, it keeps sending badgers into my sims."

She played with a piece of hair. "The students seem to like them, or at least remember them, which is good."

"And okay, Hawkeye. Where'd that nickname come from? And call me Elliot."

Re: The Bar

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Elliot it is. Hawkeye came from the Last of the Mohicans. It's my Dad's favorite book. He started calling me Hawkeye and the name stuck. How are you finding Fandom? It's a quaint little town with its own quirks, I've found."

Re: The Bar

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

"That's sweet," Elliottold him, about the nickname. She considered what to say about Fandom for a moment, not wanting to be insulting. "Okay, in a hospital? You get used to one level of weird. A fat kid swallowed an engagement ring, your boss is calling your best friend Lassie, somebody's vomited all over the supply closet, whatever. This makes that stuff look routine."

"But I'm getting used to Fandom weirdness."

Re: The Bar

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Don't," Hawkeye advised. "Don't get used to it. Every time you get used to it, the island will throw something even more weird at you. It's better to just accept that every day here is going to be something unexpected and hope that it doesn't end in torn limbs or being covered in toilet paper."

Re: The Bar

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

"I can deal with the limbs easier than the toilet paper. I have this thing about germs," Elliot confessed.

She turned to look at Hawkeye. "You sound like somebody who's used to chaos."

Re: The Bar

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I spent a few years in a front line MASH unit - mobile army surgical hospital. The OR shaking from bombings while performing meatball surgery gave me a taste for the chaos. Nothing like what they have here, though. Did you know that the entire island was taken over by zombies?"

Yes, okay, so he mentioned the zombies a lot. It was something he couldn't get over.

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

If drinking's not your speed.

OOC

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Hey, we could need it.