All over Fandom, daylight Saturday

[tigerundercover]

The sun had risen, but this time, the tremens didn't go into hiding. The magic they were finding here was just too tempting. They kept mostly to the shadows between buildings and under trees, but they were perfectly willing to leap into the light if someone tasty enough walked by.

[once again open for tremensy interactions!]

Quark's, Saturday

[wouldbenagus]

Quark's had been taken over.

Mona had immediately replaced the bouncers Quark had on guard with appropriately cocktail-laden NPC dabo girls, after checking to make sure they could both reasonably control their new powers. The banner and sign out front had been removed, and the sign above the bar now had accurate information, or as close as Mona could get to accurate, considering how often Quark liked to replace real liquor with the synthesized stuff.

Quark was busy pouting behind the bar, when he wasn't being interrogated by his new self-appointed manager.

"Now," Mona said. "What exactly was in the cocktail that opened that portal?"

"That's a proprietary recipe," Quark said. "I couldn't possibly reveal it to anyone but a trusted friend."

"I will rip your ears off. Slowly."

"It had bloodwine in it, I can tell you that!" Quark gave her a nervous smile, even as he covered his ears protectively. "I don't really remember all the rest. It got very distracting in here very quickly!"

Mona stared at him, clearly unimpressed. "Get out this 'bloodwine', then," she said. "We'll simply have to experiment until we get something right."

[open!]

From Quark's out across the island, Saturday night

[tigerundercover]

Fandom had done alright dealing with the tremens one on one so far, poor folks who'd spent time in the clinic notwithstanding, but there was little preparing for the entire delirium spilling out of Quarks and into the streets.

It was like a swarm, or a stampede. The cold, soul-sucking wave scattered, seeking out any source of magic they could find, cocktail based or not, claws and teeth ready to injure even those whose life force they couldn't eat.

Folks not looking for a fight might want to try to stay in, tonight.

[you know the ocd drill by now. Open!]