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Caritas, Thursday evening (12/1)

Right. So. Things were apparently bad, according to Topher. And according to Peter, it was time to Man Up. Woman Up. Whatever. And then there was that announcement from the Principal. Kenzi knew her skills did not run to fighting or magic or science.

They did, however, run to booze.

Happy Winter Drinking Day!
Dollar Shots for Peppermint or Coffee flavored drinks!
Celebrate That There's Booze!

There. Now she'd done something.

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Have been banned from playing "Rudolph" and "Silver Bells" but will take other requests.

Where your bartender might be creating new combinations and sticking ribbons around the glasses in order to be festive.

Hercules walked in, in full heroic garb (though his new outfit with pants, not the battle skirt), with all of his various magical items strapped to his back or belt as appropriate.

He sat down at the bar, but he didn't look too relaxed. But he wasn't lost in sorrow as he'd gotten over the weekend. No, he was just looking for a momentary respite from the vigilant watch he'd taken over the island. He dared not lose another home to whatever this world-eating foe was.

"I will take... cranberry juice," he decided. "As much as it pains me not to order a cold brew."

"Awwww." Kenzi went to get it, and checked, "You're sure you don't want vodka in that? Gin? Triple sec?"

"It is very tempting," Hercules said. "But I have vowed to myself to not touch drink until this time of tribulation is over. And... no one should be drunk and in possession of a shield that can turn people to stone."

"I'll drink to that," Kenzi said, taking a swig of Diet Coke and setting the juice down in front of him. "People shouldn't let people drink and... en-stone-ate. However that works."

"Petrify, I think is the word you're looking for," Hercules said with a little smile. "The Shield of Perseus is definitely not a toy. It's... well, it's a magical shield. They're kind of rare."

"That," Kenzi said, pointing at him. "And I would guess. Does it reverse it? Or do you have to find somebody to break the spell on the statued people?"

"It wears off. After a day or two," Hercules said. "Unless there is magic interference, and then it can wear off even faster. That's how I got smuggled into the lair of evil Kyknos on my most recent epic adventure in Brooklyn."

"Why Kinky evil?" Kenzi asked, pouring herself another drink.

"Kyknos, a stubborn and monstrous demigod," Hercules explained. "He was trying to... resurrect his father. It would have been very bad if it had worked. As it stood, Brooklyn had already been turned into something of a nightmare. But I, mighty Karla, and noble Warren put an end to it."

Wings guy and the girl Topher was scared of. Plus Hercules. "Totally epic. Although some people would be all over Brooklyn already being a nightmare."

Hercules chuckled. "Though in this case there were dragons and centipedes the size of subway trains," he said. "But Brooklyn has a special place in my heart. It is a... rough and tumble land."

Who talked like that? Kenzi gave him a bzuh? look, and said carefully, "And people weren't leaving, why?"

"They were mostly bewitched," Hercules said. "Hecate, goddess of magic was involved. I think there was some sort of... larger scale thing going on in the world at large. Something about the Midgard Serpent."

Kenzi poured a shot of rum into her Coke, and threw it back. "Can she stop what's happening out there, peoples disappearing?" Can her Serpent? Kenzi stopped herself from asking.

Hercules' expression saddened a bit. "There is no reason for me to believe that she or any other gods of Olympus still live, back in my world," he said, being honest. "Not to... be a downer or anything."

"Dude. So sorry. Are you sure all you want is cranberry juice?" Kenzi checked, sympathetic. And pouring herself another shot. "I mean, don't worry about the downer. We're all down. That's why there's a special!" she added, pointing to the board.

"I drowned my sorrow earlier this week," Hercules said. "I have emerged from that sorry state, ready to be vigilant for the protection of this new home. And when I finally see the face of this dastardly foe, I shall strike it with every ounce of my might. And then I'll keep on striking it until I can no longer lift my hand in anger."

"Go you," Kenzi encouraged. "Kick its ass. Kick its face. Kick its 'nads. Lift your hands in furious fury!"

With hot toddies and other alcohol.

If you need to hold a wake in peace, without comfort & joy.

I have avoided carols so far. Go me.

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