fandomtownies | Caritas [Sunday evening]

Entry tags:

$caritas

Caritas [Sunday evening]

Greg whistled a jaunty tune as he skeedaddled into Caritas, cleaned up a spill from some shenanigans the night prior, ignored the zombies' antics as he taped an arm back onto one, and settled behind the bar in what he hoped was a non-hooligan-like fashion.

And for some reason, he thought a little bit about gerrymandering.

[I keep saying I'll use whimsical words more often. Ergo, I used a bunch in one post. I'm going to be slow for a little while as I suspect I am being dragged out to dinner, but then I'll be back and here and good for interaction.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Where one can ululate (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ululate).

Where you can earn yourself a nasty katzenjammer (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/katzenjammer) tomorrow.

Peter walked into the bar and smiled when he saw Greg. "Hey. How was life without a roomie for a couple days?"

"You were gone?" Greg asked, deadpan.

"For a little bit, yes," Peter said. "Could I get a Coke?"

Greg got one. "So did you use water bottle currency on the trip, too?"

"I didn't, actually," Peter said. "I didn't have anything that valuable on me."

"Maybe some aliens take pocket lint," Greg suggested.

"I wonder if the one guy would have taken pocket lint for that weird little animal thing," Peter said.

"Animal thing?" Greg looked very intrigued.

"There was this little creature that a guy was trying to sell to me," Peter explained. "It looked kind of like a bald little rabbit man. John named him Percy James Vorckinksi."

"...I want one."

"They don't exist here," Peter said.

"We can find one!"

Peter took a slow sip of his soda and paused before asking, "Where?"

Greg shrugged. "Maybe under someone's bed or something."

"I don't think there are many alien creatures under people's beds," Peter said, trying to suppress a smile.

"Probably under Parker's," he mused.

"She doesn't have cute little aliens hiding under her bed. She'd find them and scare them away," Peter said.

"They're hearty and intrepid," Greg argued.

"You've never seen one," Peter pointed out.

"I know these things," he replied.

"How?" Peter asked, amused.

"I just do."

"What else do you know about vorcs?" Peter asked.

"They enjoy...pumpkin muffins," Greg supplied.

"They hunt parasites," Peter said.

"And drink lattes."

"They don't have lattes in space," Peter said.

"They have spacelattes," he explained patiently.

"I walked through a marketplace and was offered no spacelattes," Peter explained. "Therefore they don't exist."

"Maybe they didn't think you looked like someone who'd want one."

"That's just crazy talk," Peter said.

"Space people are weird," Greg shrugged.

"Most of them were pretty normal, actually. Especially if you're talking normal compared to Fandom," Peter said. "I met a crazy hooker there, too."

"Was she monochromatic?" Greg asked.

"No, but she was crazy," Peter said.

"And a hooker," Greg said, because he'd gotten the idea.

"Exactly," Peter said. "She didn't like being called crazy, either."

"Do they ever?"

"Not in my experience with hookers, no," Peter said. "And all of those experiences involve me calling them crazy, for the record."

"Of course they do," Greg said, nodding. "And asking them for cheerleading outfits."

"No, that was just the once," Peter said. "I don't think Space Hooker had aa cheerleading outfit on her."

"You should have asked," Greg said, full of woe.

"She slapped too hard," Peter said. "I wasn't pushing it any more."

You can osculate (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/osculate) here without Greg mocking you.

Clark, book in hand, settled down in a seat to read, and if possible, chat with other patrons.

I think omphalopsychite (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/omphalopsychite) is my new favorite word.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Caritas [Sunday evening]

The Stage [10/15]

The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

Re: The Bar [10/15]

The Lounge [10/15]

Re: The Lounge [10/15]

OOC [10/15]