Caritas, Sunday

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The weirdness had, yet again, skipped Jake.

He was honestly at the point where his relief at being skipped over by these things actually looped around full circle until he was worried that this meant Fandom had something big planned for him, eventually.

It's a good thing he worked in a bar, because Jake's method of dealing with this sort of sense of foreboding was to drink. Heavily.

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Stage!

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Where Jake had coaxed the zombies into playing anything and everything vaguely hockey related.

Re: Stage!

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The orchestra made their way into the the bar and managed to squeeze on the stage behind the band. They were okay with following the theme the zombies ended up with.

But it was possible Jake might not appreciate the song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_Dn9CejwRc) they started their set with.

Bar!

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Because, yes, he was still rather pleased about that whole 'the Leafs made the playoffs' thing.

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After deciding that warehouse party was too lame to have her around anymore, Faye headed off to find something actually fun to do. So, she might as well see if she could get away with drinking, right? And if not, well, that girl whose apartment she was crashing in had some stuff.

"So," she said, taking a seat and hoping confidence worked in her favor here, "what's good here?"

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"You'd-" know just as well as I, Jake started to say, but then he glanced up and really looked at the new arrival.

Radio had clued him in this morning to the fact that something odd was going on, so, yeah, it took just that moment to process that this wasn't actually Kitty.

"- be best off with some of the rum," he finished, already reaching for a glass. If she wasn't a rum drinker, well. Then he had a glass for himself. It was win-win, really.

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...Score.

"I'll have some of that then," Faye said, just a little pleased about this. "Interesting place you've got here."

By which she meant 'what the hell were the things on the stage.'

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Darius had gone to the other bar first, but after completely failing to find hide or hair of Kenneth, she wandered some more and found herself here. This time, she was armed with a cell phone picture, though she knew Kenneth would be a little upset if she had to use it.

"Hey," she said with a nod toward the bartender. "You see a weird brunet guy with a giant backpack come through here? He would've been covering his ear with his hand."

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"Can't... say that I have, no," Jake said slowly. This one looked like that April chick, but who even knew on days like these?

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[furnaceface]

So, Jono still had no bloody clue where he was. He'd narrowed it down to 'probably not Colorado,' and 'surrounded by flatscans,' and that was about as good as he'd managed.

Clearly, this meant he needed a pint. Or four.

"Have any good lager in this place, mate?"

Honestly, considering where he'd come from, anything that hadn't been brewed in a vat with dead rats in the bottom probably counted as 'good.'

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"Gonna assume by 'good' you mean 'not American'," Jake said, rummaging about to find a suitable bottle.

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Fortunately, Raven had only run into two people who wanted to kill her, and she'd managed to talk them both out of it. Still, she was in need of something to get her mind off things, so a trip to Caritas seemed to be in order.

She'd heard Jono mentioned on the radio, but it hadn't seemed like he had changed. So she really wasn't prepared to see him looking like he was in Caritas. "Jono?" she said uncertainly.

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Karla was having the crappiest birthday that ever birthdayed. And she couldn't even drink at Devil's Nest yet to celebrate it, because she was only nineteen now, not twenty-one.

Not that there was anything intrinsically better about the Devil's Nest, simply the idea that she could not was frustrating.

So she was stalking into Caritas, flinging herself onto a stool, and ordering five shots. Why five? BECAUSE YOUR FACE THAT'S WHY. "Tequila, gin, vodka, rum, and server's choice."

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"Now there's a lady who drinks like she means it," Jonothon noted, glancing her way from where he was sitting. "Dare I ask what's the occasion, luv?"

And could he claim the same as an excuse to order something like that, too? It sounded like the start of an exciting evening.

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Jaime didn't spend a lot of time in Caritas, really, but when he was there he tended to look for people he knew. And Karla? He knew.

"Wow... you meeting someone?" Because that was a lot of alcohol, Karla.

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Tamsin had moved on from Devil's Nest to this place. Because this place had zombies, and was a little more homey that way.

"Go for the whiskey, if you're looking to get drunk." Yes, she'd had moooore than a few.

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"Whiskey it is, duckie," Jake informed her, setting out the shots she'd ordered. "Bad night?" he asked, because if you weren't Jake an order like that usually meant that.

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Incoming flaily empath, Karla.

"You are you, right?" Raven said. She looked like Karla. She felt like Karla.

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Jaime wasn't a big drinker, but this was a bar, and even if he was here looking for someone, he should probably be polite. So, to the bar. "A bottle of Lonestar, if you've got it?" What? He wasn't really a beer expert, he just knew what he drank on those rare occasions he did at home.

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"Sure thing, b'y," Jake said, twisting the cap off the bottle and handing it over.

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There were fingers walking up the back of his neck. "What kind of weapon are you, little boy?"

Lounge!

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Where you could get your lounge on.

Re: Lounge!

[heromaniac]

Momoko was sitting in the lounge enjoying a drink. Maybe it was her first, maybe it wasn't. She owed no one any answers. For anything. Right? Right. "I hate this island."

Re: Lounge!

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Fortunately for Jaime, he had a Scarab. Which had met Momoko before, and could therefor track her genetic signature over pretty impressive distances. So he headed straight to Caritas after he arrived, still trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Momoko," he said with relief when he spotted her. And then he noticed her hair... And the set of her face. Not his Momoko, then. Not with that expression. But a Momoko. And maybe one he knew?

She'd at least known who he was on the phone.

Back Room!

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Which is playing Ottawa/Boston since that's all that's left before the playoffs.

OOC!

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BOOM.