Caritas | Saturday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

There was absolutely no explanation given as to why or how Charles Bass-possibly-Stark-who-knows-anymore came back from the dead after getting gutted during the last episode but did anybody really need care? He brought in the ratings and, by god, he was going to survive this time.

When Charles stepped into Caritas the dramatic music from the zombies swelled and his scarf blew in the wind that came seemingly out of nowhere.

"Tino, to the distillery. I require a bit of the Shine," Charles ordered. "And stop playing Dueling Banjos when you're down there, it freaks people out."

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Band

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

The zombies will play whatever entrance music you'd like.

Re: Band

[brat_inslayage]

Regardless of whether there was usually a pole on stage at Caritas, there just happened to conveniently be one there when Kennedy climbed up, since her morning epiphany had apparently resulted in her wanting to try out pole-dancing.

Yes, pole-dancing to a song played by a zombie band.

It was certainly a very vigorous performance, and she seemed to be really into it, but the zombie band thing was so at odds with the other, secret life she led that anyone paying close enough attention might notice the single perfect tear shimmering at the corner of her eye.

That was, if they noticed before she fled the stage the minute the song was over.

Bar

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Where Charles was drinking "water" and would maybe give you "water" if you had the money.

Re: Bar

[solo_sword]

Jaina had not expected to see Charles here. At all. Ever again. Yet when she arrived, there he was.

"Charles," she said from the door, and looked like she might be trying to divide 232 by 13 in her head.

Re: Bar

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

The length of the time Charles waited to answer Jaina was almost obscenely long. Seriously, one might have thought he hadn't heard her.

A couple more moments...

"Jaina." There we go. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Re: Bar

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Hidden by the shadows of a shadowy corner, a lone figure snapped some incriminating photographs before disappearing out the back entrance. The boss would need to hear of this!

Re: Bar

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I need the strongest water you can get," Bruce said, taking a seat at the bar. It had been a long day. He pulled out a wad of bills and slapped it on the counter. "And keep the tap running."

Re: Bar

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Charles looked down at the money and then back up at Bruce. He may have been obscenely rich but he wasn't about to turn down the chance to add to his fortune. He liked to make it rain at clubs.

He put his hand over the bills and lowered his voice enough so it sounded like he was whispering but was so loud even Tino in the distillery could probably hear him. "Would you like fruit flavored water or the kind of water that tastes like paint thinner?"

Re: Bar

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

That voice. That face. That person sitting at the bar very near to her. It could only be ...

"Bruce," Lucrezia Borgia Sforza Wayne Lannister della Rovere possibly-Luthor gasped. "But ... that cannot be you."

She had poisoned him, and left him to die! How could he be here?! How had he found her again?

Re: Bar

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Lucrezia Borgia¹ Sforza² Wayne³ Lannister⁴ della Rovere⁵ possibly-Luthor⁶ sauntered into Caritas as if she owned it. She didn't, although she could possibly convince her father to buy it for her. She hadn't bothered saving her own money. She spent it traveling so she could find men. Then marry them, and then toss them aside again.

The bartender was handsome, and she wondered if he was single. She might or might not be single again⁷ herself.

"Might a pope's daughter have a drink?"



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¹ maiden name
² Giovanni: canon first husband
³ Bruce
⁴ Lancel, cousin to Tyrion
⁵ Giuliano: canon rival of her father's
⁶ Lex, which may or may not have happened; the writers are confused on the chronology of events and what storylines have been canceled
⁷ depending on whether or not any of her other husbands were living, and where in the chronology Luthor went

Re: Bar

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"That depends," Charles said, giving the woman a smile. "What would a pope's daughter like to drink? Water or...water?"

Re: Bar

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Some time after a mysterious photograph-taking figure had come and gone, another figure barrel-rolled his way into the bar.

"Lard tunderin' Jesus!" Jake declared. "I's worked up a mighty thirst, I has. Gimme some'a that there water, b'y!" he requested of Charles.

Re: Bar

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Charles blinked for a moment, not used to encountering accents that weren't coming from some Malibu Barbie that watched Shakespeare in Love five minutes before showing up on set. But he did manage to work out that he wanted water. With italics.

"One water coming up," Charles said, leaning down behind the bar to fill a glass with Tino's finest. "I hope you can afford it."

Re: Bar

[bigdamnprincipal]

When Grace noticed who was behind the bar, she scowled for a long, slow moment in the doorway before coming inside. "Hello Charles," she said casually. It wasn't his fault that he was part Stark--possibly--but she still didn't know if he could be trusted. "I don't suppose you have any...water for sale?"

Re: Bar

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Grace," Charles said, giving her a nod. "Are you sure you should be drinking...water? Wouldn't want you to get in trouble."

Oh wait. He would have loved it if that happened.

Re: Bar

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Graaaaaaaaaace. It was a super-creepy Skywalker skill (and also all the people they paid off as informants) that they always seemed to know where people were.

"Hello, Grace," Luke said as he arrived five minutes later and leaned oh-so-casually against the bar.

Re: Bar

[not_in_the_book]

When Ronan -- that is, Ronan's twin sister Rhiannon, who totally didn't die tragically at age seven, and who wasn't being impersonated by her brother as he tried to hunt down her murderer -- walked into the bar, he (that is, she) moved right over and ordered a, "Water, neat."

Re: Bar

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Coming up," Charles said, ducking down and fishing around for another mason jar. He still managed to be heard even as he was practically under the bar. "Did you want fruit flavored or plain?"

Re: Bar

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke upheld the law except when he was hiring assassins and so when he walked into a bar, he wanted water and nothing...extra..

"Charles," he said, nodding his head and wondering vaguely what it was that Jaina sometimes saw in him between fiances.

Re: Bar

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer eventually made his way to the bar, back in his robe and collar. The priest walking into the bar was usually the first line of a joke, but not tonight.

"I'll have a water."

Re: Bar

[bitten_notshy]

There was a vampire at the end of the bar, sex and death in a scarlet satin shirt and tight black leather trousers.

"Bloody Virgin Mary," he ordered, as eh glanced arund the bar for any willing victims. "Light on the Mary."

Lounge

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Perfect place for publicly declaring a secret.

Re: Lounge

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

It had been a good day. He'd met someone new, someone beautiful, and he'd done his very best to help her. He'd walked in the sun and fed some ducks and he'd done it all with a mysterious and incurable tropical disease eating away at his body.

Nathan felt that deserved a night out with some fruit juice. He took a sip and sighed. That sigh turned into a cough. It was a hard, painful cough that would draw the cameras attention of those nearby. The cough shook his body and sent pain coursing up his spine.

"The mysterious and incurable tropical disease! It's killing me! Noooo!" Nathan cried, slouching back against his seat and clutching his rapidly beating heart. "I wanted to get married and have kids! I wanted to teach people to play the violin! It's too soon!"

The tropical disease continued to wreck his body as his fingernails started to fall out and pain bloomed in his head. "Not me! Why me! I've been so good! So good!"

His cries fell on deaf ears and he slunk to the ground, still writhing in pain. "Please! Please! Please!" His death was prolonged still as he cried and convulsed. His coughing was racking his body and he'd broken out into a cold sweat.

"I don't wanna go! I've still got so much to pro -- " His Irish accent soon fell silent though as Nathan's body stopped fighting the mysterious and incurable tropical disease.

Nathan Young was dead.

[Feel free to notice the body if you're in the lounge, though!]

Back Room

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

If you throw a drink in someone's face please clean up after yourself.

OOC

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

I've missed this.