Caritas; Wednesday [09/18].

[somethingwithturquoise]

It was very quiet in Caritas that night, which, after last week, was an eerie but not entirely unwelcome change of pace. But the zombies, in their inspired quest for unionization, were effectively doing a silent protest.

And Summer supported the shit out of them. It was bad enough that they had live a second life on this mortal coil, but then they had to go and spend a good chunk of that second life performing like decaying monkeys for the drunken living.

At least one NPC patron seemed surprised that Summer was so down with this. Wasn't she worried about this whole labor movement leaking over to Turtle & Canary next?

"No, because T&C more than fairly compensates its employees," she stated, with a faint air of offense that anyone would suggest otherwise. "And even if they weren't satisfied now, it's Shunsui's problem, not mine. But still, I even tried to make Apu take his vacation days, but he refused. That man is a workaholic."

And then the patron asked about the panda.

"Ugh! That panda is not an employee of Turtle & Canary, and can get bent. He just showed up one day and started harassing people about cheese on his own volition. We don't owe him crap."

And that...was that.

Wednesday Jello PUDDING Shot Special!
Rumchata Pumpkin Pie
First One Free if You Support Zombie Labor Rights!

Summer thought that maybe she should have looked into exactly what sort of labor rights the zombies were demanding, but...eh. She'd trust that they were all legit and valid, and she was more in support of the idea that they could protest if they wanted to more than anything else.

Caritas is open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

"What the fuck is labor rights? And pudding shots?"

Seivarden leaned against the bar in her usual spot.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was now even more convinced than ever that Seivarden just lived under a rock, like, literally all the time.

"It's like a jello shot," she explained, in a tone that figured as soon as she explained that, Seivarden would lose all interest, "only with pudding instead. And labor rights are the assurance that any employee in the employment of a business has the right to fair compensation and fair treatment. Haven't you noticed, like, any of the stuff going on with the island and the radio squirrels? Like, and how they feel they're not being treated fairly? Well, now the zombies got the bug, and you know what? I'm all for it. People need to remember that we work for them; without their employees, they'd have nothing, or at least a real fun time trying to do all this shit themselves. So tonight, we're going music-less, to really highlight the service that those zombies tirelessly, thanklessly provide the patrons of this bar, which is something that people probably don't even notice until it's gone."

Well.

You did ask, Seivarden.

[1000yearstoolate]

Summer was right, Seivarden did lose interest in the pudding. Not that labor rights was a lot more interesting, but at least she could comment on it.

"Who treated them badly?" she asked, almost amused. "And do zombies even eat?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Forget the rock; make it a boulder.

"Well, I can think of at least one instance in recent memory where a patron has verbally abused them for simply failing to have a complete multidimensional catalogue of song choices," Summer offered, pointedly, "and zombies do eat. Their diet typically consists entirely on the consumption of human flesh, so I think we should all take a second and be grateful that all they're doing is protesting, because this could easily get a lot uglier."

Although, really, there was a good chance that the zombies had abstained for so long that they'd lost their taste for human flesh, but, as someone who had also abstained from consuming human flesh, she knew from experience that it really didn't ever just go away.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was going to ignore the first comment, because it was ridiculous.

"So we're going to feed them people now? Where do you think we should get the bodies from? Kill people?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah," said Summer, rolling her eyes, "and we'll start with shitty tippers....The whole point of these kinds of protests and negotiations is so that things don't get to the point where they'll need to start feeding on people again. It's a compromise, where, hopefully, some sort of mutual agreement can happen."

[1000yearstoolate]

"So no one feeds them..." She made a gesture with her hand, "...not people."

With a sigh, she added: "I'll have a whiskey."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer shrugged, turning to pour Seivarden her drink. "I'm not sure," she admitted, "exactly what their grievances and terms are, to be honest. That's sort of betweeen them and Kitty. I'll listen, of course, if they want to complain about it, but they understand that I'm just another measley cog in the gears of the machine of capitalism, so they probably figure they might as well save their groans."

And, lo, Seivarden at least now had a drink to make listening to this a little easier, presented to her on a nice coaster, of course.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden sipped her drink.

"Capitalism?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Do I want to know?" Rey asked, peering at the sign as she took a seat.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer shrugged a little, already going to get Rey a glass of water. "Probably not," she admitted. "But, basically, the whole protesting for better treatment thing that the squirrels started is catching, and now the zombies are starting to feel like maybe they could be getting a better rap here at the bar, too. And I mean, you know, good for them. Half the time, they don't even have a leg to stand on," lit.ter.ral.lee, "so it's nice to see them really take charge of their own occupational happiness.

"Want anything else today?" she added, as she set down the glass. "Or just the water?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Whatever that thing was last week was, I can have that again," Rey decided. "Doctor something?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Pepper," Summer supplied with a little bit of a laugh. "Though I'm really dubious about that guy's medical qualifications. And I'm glad you liked it. If you really want to mix it up, though, there's a really good version of it with cherry and vanilla if you still want to branch out."

[thatwaslucky]

"I trust you not to steer me wrong," Rey said with a little smile. "Let's try the new thing."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Good answer!" said Summer brightly as she went and poured Rey her nice, newly elevated Dr. Pepper.

"Sooooo," she said, setting it down next to the water, "been up to anything interesting this week?"

Summer listened to radio almost religiously, Rey. And this morning's had been....

...interesting? She was going to go with interesting, because if she tried to venture into it any further than that, it took a hard turn toward disturbing on so many levels she was already studiously trying to avoid.

Also, it was Nina, so she knew by now what that meant, too.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was so, so wary when she asked, "Such as?"

Like she was really hoping that she was sheltered enough to have missed something maybe more innocent that radio had insinuated.

Yes, she knew better. Still hoping.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Like, I don't know," Summer ventured carefully, "some, like, new training stuff?"

Please let it have been training. It had to have been training. It was Rey, training was what she did, and he looked like Kanan, and, god, she even took off this weekend to 'take care of some international business' back home, and so why was her brain still like this??

[thatwaslucky]

Rey let out a frustrated groan.

"Yoga.. He's teaching me yoga."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Are you one if those people who likes the zombies?" Seivarden asked, the topic having come up during her conversation with Summer.

[thatwaslucky]

"I don't mind them," Rey said, looking over towards the stage. "Why?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden sipped her drink.

"I'm just not sure their plan is going to work."

[thatwaslucky]

"Maybe not. But I can't fault them for trying, either," Rey considered.

[1000yearstoolate]

Shrugging, Seivarden said:

"As long as there are drinks, I'm not going to complain."

Although, as Summer had pointed out, this was a bar.

[thatwaslucky]

"It is a bar," Rey said helpfully.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden sipped her drink.

"That's something. The tea house try to sell me something made from paper bags as an excuse for tea."

It was a coffee house. They served loose leaf tea, even when insulted.