The Devil's Nest: Saturday, 9/10

[nookiepowered]

You'd think that Deb's first stop -- after crawling out of a plane crash with only a shoulderbag, a disheveled flight attendant uniform, a head wound and a vague woozy feeling that Deb was a really stupid name, despite the fact that she was wearing it pinned to her chest -- would have been a hospital, but no.

It was the Kwik Stop. And after that, the General Store. And after that, the lobby of every sit-down restaurant she trudged past in her uneven shoes with one of the high heels broken off.

AND NOT ONE OF THEM HAD A GODDAMN CIGARETTE FOR SALE!

Finally, after circling back to raid the Kwik-Stop for emergency measures, she'd stumbled -- hands shaking, arms plastered with patches and half a pack of Nicorette gum in her mouth -- into a gothy dance-club place, where sure she'd be able to bum a smoke off some pretentious black-clad kid, right?

JHSGAJKHGSAJKHG THERE WASN'T EVEN ANYBODY AT THE BAR, LET ALONE THE DANCE FLOOR!

Swearing, not remotely under her breath, Deb tossed her bag on the countertop and slipped behind the bar herself. Which... didn't seem to have any booze -- oh right, Fandom, she'd heard about this place -- but she didn't really care about that. First because she was busy ransacking the shelves -- what self-respecting bartender wouldn't have a secret stash of cigs -- and second because what self-respecting flight attendant wouldn't already have a jump-bag half full of those tiny airline bottles?

[OOC: Open! There is no booze for sale, but the chick behind the counter might deal it to you under the counter.]

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The Bar [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

Where there was... no visible booze and a dizzy, cranky, nicotine-deprived flight-attendant.

OR WAS SHE?

Whatever. Fuzzy memories of having an important mission (what flight-attendant had missions?) -- aside, she was there and she was trying to smile, for the moment. Somebody might come in who was willing to trade a cigarette for a miniscule bottle of tequila, after all.

Forgive the fact that her idea of a smile looked absolutely terrifying; she hadn't had a smoke in at least 24 hours.

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[vanillajello]

It was surprisingly hard to find a person on an island this small. So, stopping by the club was half an attempt to locate Deb and half just the last stop before Vicki gave up on her search.

But hey, look who it was behind the bar. "Deb!" Vicki exclaimed. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

And what was with the smile?

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

Well, it got a tiny bit more genuine now, if that helped? Though also more desperate.

"Vicki! Oh, thank God!" See? She was worried and all. It was heartwarming. "Tell me you have a cigarette?"

Kind of?

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[vanillajello]

Obediently, Vicki patted down the pockets of her uniform. Her clothes looked a little tattered, but in a strangely neat way, as if the costume department was hoping to reuse them at some point.

She came up empty. "No, sorry," she said, shaking her head. "But, oh my God, are you okay? I mean, the crash!"

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

"I know. I lost my smoooookes!"

She had to break down crying sometime or makeup would have wasted the easy-run mascara. Now seemed as good a time as any.

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"A glass of wine," Jan said, because she was feeling daring and didn't care what her parents thought!

And was also blonde.

Yeah.

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

Deb stared at the girl - who didn't look old enough to drink anyway -- for a few seconds, before waving her hands dramatically at the empty shelves behind her. "Do you SEE any wine here? DO you? Because I don't!"

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Jan burst into tears, covering her face with her hands before she ran out of the bar. Why couldn't people just accept her? Sure, she was a time traveling mutant messiah that was raised by a... time traveling mutant messiah.

But that didn't mean she didn't feel just as much as everyone else did!

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

Deb rolled her eyes. "Drama queen." Sheesh, what was her problem?

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[solo_sword]

It was a continuity error that had put Jaina at the Devil's Nest after she was supposed to be at Caritas. She should have been there before and it was a mistake that would get an editor fired.

She had come in wanting a drink and because if she missed the interpretive dance she would come to life and kill her player on Monday, and then remembered. Remembered the days before this new prohibition, before things got all complicated. Or rather, more complicated than they had been before. By a little. And she couldn't just go to her fiance and ask for some soda, because then she'd feel a little bad for mooching once she had to kill him.

She was getting married tomorrow! She shouldn't be depressed. She shouldn't be questioning anything. But oh, she was. All she wanted right now was a water. And some time to brood prettily.

[Going out like now so mostly establishy, but if you ping me, I can and will ping from the theater.]

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Dave said, taking a seat at the bar. "You don't happen to have any coffee, do you? If not, that's okay, I'll just have a Sprite."

Dave was in a much better mood after getting some coffee from a dwarf earlier today. After getting his fix, it was like he could do ANYTHING. Even go to a bar and order a non-alcoholic drink from a beautiful bartender.

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

"If I had coffee, I wouldn't look like I'm about to murder you for asking if I have coffee, now would I?" Deb replied sourly. The she squinted at the kid. "You look way too happy not to be on something already, though. What did you have and where did you get it?"

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

"Keep it quiet, but there was a dwarf in a tree in the park," Dave said, not keeping it very quiet. "I don't know if he's still there. But he had plenty of the bean earlier."

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi was her on a pit stop between black-market baby-brokering and going off to harangue Topher again; possibly stopping to harass more coffee-addicted hookers into working for her.

But wait! Time to stop and taunt the bartender!

"You haf no BOOZE!" she proclaimed, slapping her hand down on the bar. "Vhy iz ziss?"

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[not_in_the_book]

After a miraculous recovery from his earlier exsanguination as his dead twin sister Rhiannon, Ronan made his way to the Devil's Nest to look for further clues as to the whereabouts of the aforementioned dead twin sister's killer -- this time, as himself.

Little did he expect to find said killer standing at the bar. "You!" he called out. "My name is Ronan Nolan! You killed my sister! Prepare to die!"

Clearly the writers weren't above cribbing from popular media.

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Meeeee? Nooooooo!" Kenzi gasped dramatically, overacting for all she was worth, then gave him a sly smile. "I keel lots of people's sisters. Who vas yours?"

Then it kicked in. "Rhiannon? That silly girl? Wait. DID YOU TAKE REVENGE ON MY TOBY?"

DUN-NUH!

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

Might've worked, if there'd been a bartender there instead of a flight attendant.

"This PLACE has no booze, and worse, no smokes, because this island is STUPID." She grabbed her flight bag and shook it so the little glass bottles tinkled. "Who says I have no booze?"

Re: The Bar [9/10]

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"GIMME!" Kenzi said, making grabby hands. "YOU DO NOT KNOW THE DAY I HAF!"

The Dance Floor [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

A few of those pretentious black-clad NPC types had eventually wandered in and started writhing to something whose pounding beat made Deb want to KILL THEM ALL WITH HER SINGLE REMAINING HIGH HEEL, but not one of them was carrying a pack of cigarettes. F^%*&-ing str8-edge twerps.

Re: The Dance Floor [9/10]

[iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com]

Dave felt so much better after having some coffee that he just had to dance.

Dance.

DANCE.

DANCE!

It felt good to have that kind of energy again.

The VIP Section [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

There was a roped-off area at the back. If anyone was in it, they weren't smoking either. Deb would've been able to smell that from a mile away.

Re: The VIP Section [9/10]

[texted3times]

Eric arrived at his usual time and struck a dramatic pose in the doorway. On cue, the DJ switched from what he had been playing to what Eric's minion had dropped by earlier.

After all, when your boss was an extremely vicious vampire who only communicated through The Power of Dance, it was good to figure out what his mood was like tonight.

His choice: "Dust in the Wind." Great. He was depressed.

After a strange profoundly moving bit of choreography, Eric took up his seat in the VIP section and brooded.

Re: The VIP Section [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

Well, Deb didn't miss that entrance, and even if she had, the change in music to something that didn't make her want to rip every hair out of her head in large chunks would have got her attention.

She made her way over, polite smile desperately pastede on yay, and asked the only question anyone sane would ask an extremely vicious vampire who only communicated through The Power of Dance: "Hi! Sorry, but you wouldn't happen to have a smoke I can bum, would you?"

Re: The VIP Section [9/10]

[texted3times]

Eric made an extremely dramatic series of gestures that were supposed to convey how he did not smoke.

It could also have looked like he was directing traffic.

OOC [9/10]

[nookiepowered]

"Deb" was on some kind of undercover mission that she doesn't didn't remotely remember and may never remember, unless it becomes until it became amusing for her to do so, but due to hitting her head in a conveniently unnoticed plane crash on the other side of the island, all she remembers about herself prior to the Kenzi thread is her chain-smoking, currently-in-horrifying-nicotine-withdrawal cover story.