Devil's Nest, Thursday, May 28, 2020

[texted3times]

Well, look at that, Eric actually doing the front of house part of his job!

He even put up a sign on the door to announce a future event:

*INTERNATIONAL AXE THROWING DAY JUNE 13
TOURNAMENT HERE THAT NIGHT
COME IN AND PRACTICE BEFOREHAND OR RISKING CHOPPING OFF YOUR OWN FOOT AND HAVING US LAUGH AT YOU*

There. He deserved a drink for all that hard work, right?

Right

[OOC: No OCD today!]

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[intraspective]

The sign both made Iris laugh and come inside.

She was still laughing as she wandered on in.

"What if we want someone to cut their foot off?"

Iris. No.

[texted3times]

Eric grinned toothily. "Well, maybe we do but...insurance things."

[intraspective]

"Insurance paperwork is the worst," she agreed. "I get it. Maybe some sort of wavier though? After all, we're all adults here and agreein' to somethin' bein' our own responsibility..."

Also, she could heal a foot cut off in seconds. So, really...

[my_own_advocate]

"Are we still honestly doing the axe-throwing thing?" Lucifer asked as he swept in, sighily.

[texted3times]

Eric nodded. "That could work," he agreed.

[texted3times]

"Barely contained violence for fun and potential maiming?" Eric smiled. "I realize it doesn't go with the piano, but yes."

[intraspective]

"I like it though," she said, "waivers or no. I'll show up."

It sounded like a fun little bit of mayhem!

[intraspective]

"What's wrong with axes?" she asked from the bar. "They're fun."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, they are fun. Outside the bar, where no one can bleed in their drinks unless they desperately want to," Lucifer told her.

[my_own_advocate]

"In a bar? Honestly," Lucifer said. "Who came up with this?"

[intraspective]

She rolled her eyes.

"Cover your drink with your hand while people are throwin' if you're that worried 'bout a little bit of blood," Iris said, amused. "Easy fix."

[my_own_advocate]

"Or I can just tell people not to throw axes in my-- Eric's-- bar," Lucifer said, grinning idly in that way that never reached his eyes. "Easier fix."

[texted3times]

"I did," Eric said. "It's trendy."

And he liked axes. Mostly that second part.

[intraspective]

"I think Eric's over-ruled you," she said easily. "I'm goin' go with the more fun option, yeah."

[texted3times]

Eric grinned. "Should we have t-shirts or is everyone too traumatized by the Wednesday park thing?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm already sick of it," Lucifer said. "Too many opportunities to ruin the decor."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Well, it's a good thing you don't have voting rights about bar policy."

[intraspective]

"We should definitely have t-shirts," she said brightly. Iris, no. "Teams, maybe? We could give 'em terrible names!"

[texted3times]

Eric rolled his eyes. "If you just want to redo the decor, redo the decor. Just wait until after mid-June."

[intraspective]

"Eric's askin' me 'bout t-shirts, so I think it's good to say we're havin' it here, Grumps."

[texted3times]

"Can they all be axe puns? Lucifer will hate it," Eric said gleefully.

[special_rabbit]

Did someone say axes?

Because someone's innate sense for a business opportunity that she'd been angling at for a while was tingling!

"A tournament, eh?' said Amaya. "You'll probably want to make sure you've got enough axes for a thing like that. And you can't expect people to get their best throws on any subpar equipment that might currently be on hand..."

Subtle, Amaya. Subtle.

[intraspective]

"It's axe throwin'! It's gotta be axe puns!"

Now she just had to think of some...

"Random axe of kindness!"

This was going to be terrible. So terrible.

[intraspective]

"Yes! We've got to make accidents more likely!"

Iris.

Iris, why do you mean that.

[special_rabbit]

Amaya's mouth opened in an instant agreement, stopped once the words caught up, and then looked maybe a little uncertain.

"Well," she said, "I don't know much about that except that it sounds a bit like an insurance nightmare, but which would you rather have being the cause of your accident? Some junky old used axe...or a nice, bright, new shiny one?"

And then she snorted.

"I guess, either way, you could call it an axe-ident, though!"

Why were they all like this.