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Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

Jolee looked tired when he took his seat behind the bar tonight. "What?" he asked Tino. "There are zombies traipsing around and I live in the woods. I spent most of the night trying to shoo or scare off anything that came my way. Excuse the old man if he's sleepy after that."

Tino didn't say anything. He was staying out of this.

[OOC: People and zombies are welcome, of course. Just remember, any attempts at violence will get the perpetrator teleported out of the building.]

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Where the zombies just want to play music.

Where the bartenders won't serve brains.

"Beeeeeeeeer! Beeeeeeeeer!"

...wait, no. That wasn't right...

"Braaaaaaains! Braaaaains!"

That was better. But, still, Minsc wasn't a very good zombie, but he did remember his objective.

"Bu'kickin' feeeeer....braaaaains."

But then Minsc forgot what he was doing, halted his slow shuffling, and just stood there, unhinged jaw hanging from his face and dripping....something...on the ground underneath him.

He couldn't help it. At least he was only dripping instead of dropping whole chunks of flesh at a time.

"I have no clue what you're saying, but put this down if you're going to be dripping... whatever that is," Jolee said, throwing a towel to Minsc.

It was a bit early for Jolee to already be throwing in the towel.

As such, Minsc was a little late in making a slow grab to catch it.

After it landed on his head. He still made gropes in the air for it amid moans.

"Now, what's a buckinkinfur?" Jolee asked. "And try to enunciate. If the zombies on stage can tell me what they want, you should be able to."

Hey, Minsc was really, really new to this whole zombie thing, here.

"Fuuur.....goo'. Nessssssss," he moaned, bony hands still trying to find the towel he thought was in front of his but was really just on his head.

"You want something for goo?" Jolee asked, shaking his head at the thing that used to be Minsc.

Oh! Minsc knew that one!

"Booooooooooooooooo!" he moaned dramatically, almost happily, and pointed toward the centre of his torso.

Where the little hamster in the visible, literal ribcage let out a giant, miniature, hamster moan.

Jolee squinted. "The hamster's not a zombie too, is it?"

"Booooooo!" said Minsc, helpfully, while Boo skittered around inside his chest and nibbled at a little bit of his heart.

It was both a symbiotic and a symbolic relationship.

"Okay, that's just disturbing. Get out of my bar," Jolee said.

Tino, meanwhile, was taking the moment to vomit into the sink.

"Boo?" asked Minsc, which actually had nothing to do with his hamster, and everything to being confused and unable to frown thanks to the unhinged jaw thing.

"Yeah, there's a hamster chewing on your heart. That's not sanitary. Get out before I throw you out," Jolee said.

Tino, meanwhile, didn't need to be reminded of that mental image and puked again.

Fine, then. Groaning a little, Minsc turned to shuffle out of the bar.

But he was taking the towel with him.

...Even if only because he'd forgotten it was there.

"And keep the towel!" Jolee yelled. He didn't want it back.

Tino had stopped vomiting.

Where zombies can come to watch other zombies perform.

Where television turns people into non-literal zombies.

Where I kinda want a nap.

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