Caritas- Friday

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It was Parents Weekend, and so Caritas was open. The zombies were probably still hoping people would buy their merchandise (apparently they'd branched out into posters) but Tino had somehow gotten bow ties on them to dress them up, and there was some extra Febreze tonight. That probably wouldn't help keep anyone from asking about them, but there was only so much you could do.

Kitty was behind the bar, as was Tino, who was also wearing a bow tie. Kitty didn't ask about anything anymore.

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Stage

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Maybe you would like to sing with the lovely band?

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[twolevers.livejournal.com]

Parker was giving the zombies the sniff test. They failed.

"Have you guys ever heard of Febreze?"

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[vdistinctive]

"Parker." Eliot grabbed for her arm to pull her back. "Don't -- don't sniff the zombies."

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[twolevers.livejournal.com]

"Well, I didn't want to lick them," Parker explained, planting her feet and leaning away. "They look contagious. How is that one playing with his fingers like that?"

Bar

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Get a drink! This town will drive you to it sometimes.

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[iceolated-sis.livejournal.com]

Anna didn't know what she had expected from this weekend, but this wasn't it. She'd met Elsa, who had quickly fled, and then Barry, Elsa's boyfriend, who had gone to talk to her.

Elsa ... had a boyfriend. Okay, then.

Anna had wandered a bit, looking for interesting people to meet, and had somehow ended up here, in some kind of local tavern. She'd asked the barkeep (Tino? What a funny name) to list off some drinks for her, and had picked one that sounded fun. It was fizzy and sweet and made her feel a bit warmer. She ought to have a few more.

If Elsa didn't want her here, that was fine. She would just make new friends. And possibly have some more of these drinks. They were delightful.

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[throughaphase]

"Here for the weekend?" Kitty asked her from behind the bar.

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[iceolated-sis.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Anna said brightly. "Possibly not the ... best decision I've ever made, but I'm embracing it. And meeting new people."

This was the perfect opportunity for that. She stuck her hand across the bar.

"Hi! I'm Anna."

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[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

After talking with Elsa, Barry headed back to the picnic to find... no one.

Fuck.

And so he quickly started running all over town until he got to Caritas where... shit. Anna was at the bar.

"God fucking damn it," Barry grumbled and headed to the bar where she sat. "Anna? I think it's time for you to come back to the dorm. Elsa wants to see you."

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[iceolated-sis.livejournal.com]

"She did?" Anna asked, perking up immediately. "I mean, she did? I mean, did she?"

Okay, she was a little bit tipsy, but the bigger problem was that she couldn't decide if she wanted to be haughty about it or not. Because Elsa had run away, but on the other hand, if Elsa actually did want to talk to her, for real, then she wasn't going to ruin that by being haughty.

"Did she really or are you just saying that?" she asked, suspiciously.

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[vdistinctive]

So the tour had been pretty low key. Fandom apparently decided to play nice, and the weirdest thing they saw was a flamingo wandering across the road from the park. Eliot figured if Parker didn't get to see something bizarre, she'd explode.

So Caritas. It was pretty much the only place she could think of that was guaranteed to have some weird.

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[twolevers.livejournal.com]

"I bet I could get one of those flamingos back across the Causeway," Parker was scheming, still stuck on their tour. "...what are those?"

Those would be the zombies. Sophie was looking horrified.

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[vdistinctive]

"The band." Don't look so smug, Eliot, it's unbecoming. "Oh look, they have t-shirts!"

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[throughaphase]

Oh hey, that guy.

"What can I get you?" Kitty asked, leaning on the bar.

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[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

"Well, well, well," Vic said walking up to Eliot. "Funny running into you here. Who's your friends?"

Yes, she was scoping out the two girls there hanging with Eliot.

No reason.

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[twolevers.livejournal.com]

Most definitely, yes. "Something very alcoholic and very smooth, please." Really, if this had been a job, Sophie would have already pulled the plug on it.

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[throughaphase]

"No preference on the alcohol?" Kitty checked.

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[sarcasm-duh.livejournal.com]

"This is the worst stripper club ever," Archer declared as he entered the bar and pointed at the zombies. "Those strippers aren't even wearing makeup."

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[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

"Those are zombies, numbnuts," Pam announced. "They're the band. They don't strip. They just keep losing limbs in the middle of songs. They'd be, like, the grossest strippers ever."

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[widowed-walt.livejournal.com]

Walt walked in with Vic and frowned at the zombies.

"Do I want to know?"

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[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

"No. You don't," Vic said rolling her eyes and heading to the bar. "C'mon. I'll buy you a beer."

Lounge

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Get away from the craziness, meet people where it's quieter, etc.

Back Room

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Why not mingle over darts? Why not indeed.

OOC

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Up by request!

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[iceolated-sis.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU!

*drowns post in characters and NPCs*