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Caritas; Wednesday [12/133].

With all the candles everywhere, Tino had turned down the lights of the bar so that it was mostly relying on their surprisingly bright but incredibly atmospheric light scattered around the bar and the lounge in strategic ways, and the zombie band was mostly playing some low-key jazzy versions of Christmas classics, and you know what? Summer didn't hate it? It was actually kind of nice, really? And sort of made her wish she'd worn something a bit more sleek or slinky into work that day, and she was pretty sure it was going to potentially lead her down the path to talking in a sort of transatlantic accent like she was in some sort of old movie or something.

Until she noticed that Tino was doing the accent already, and that just kind of ruined it for her. Oh well. That would have been a really exhausting bit to maintain all night, anyway.

Featured Cocktail
Brown Sugar & Cinnamon White Russian

Featured Jello
Gingersnap Eggnog
Santa Hats
Holly Jolly Fireball
Christmas Champagne

Caritas is open!

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Humphrey was slowly working his way around the island, fidning the key locations he needed to. He had found the hotel thanks to Liliana and with the map Steven had given him the rest was slowly coming into place. Aside from the hotel he had a generally good idea of where he would be working when it was time, where the coffee shop was, and so finding the local bar (one of them at least) was also important. So Humphrey walked in, taking a moment to read the specials board with a curious interest before taking a seat.

And the curious interest that Humphrey was giving the specials board was being given right back at him from the obviously much cuter, thank you, of the bartenders.

"Well, hey," Summer greeted him, "you're a new face! And about a couple of weeks ahead of when I'd be mostly expecting to see some of those! Welcome to Carita's, don't mind the zombies, what can I get for ya?"

Zombies. Right. Quite the choice there with the motif for the bar, but Humphrey going to just file that away for later. He gave a small smile and nod.

"Ah yes, I'm a few days early... I figured it was prudent to arrive a few days ahead of time to learn my away around. At least somewhat." There was a moment's pause and then Humphrey remembered introductions and he smiled. "Humphrey Goodman, Detective Inspector."

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A few....? Summer opened her mouth to correct the guy that that wasn't exactly what she meant, but then shook her head and figured it wasn't worth going into that whole explanation. "Summer Smith," she offered back, instead, "Expert Bartender. Which I'm glad to say we have slightly few of than detective-y types. You working with the cops or the freelancers, then?"

She was using the term 'working' very loosely here.

"I'll be working at the station. A Mr. Watts is who I am supposed to meet with in a couple of days" Humphrey noted. "And it is nice to meet your acquaintance. I am looking forward to this even more so now with an expert bartender pouring the drinks. Tell me, the specials board.... The markers used were still a bit wet as the smell was still quite pungent. So I am assuming those are today's offerings" he added with a grin.

Summer quirked an eyebrow, and felt a little bit bad about this, but, come on, man. Come on.....you're gonna come in here and do that?

"Oh," she said, completely deadpan and straight-faced, "no, I just thought I'd get a jump-start on next week's."

"Oh, it's just that... Catherine had a bad tendency back home to forget to change the board when the specials changed" he said rubbing the back of his head. "Kinda got used to wondering what the actual specials were from week to week" he said with a sheepish shrug.

"I mean," said Summer, "seems to me, the specials should be whatever's on the board, whether they're meant to be there or not. If the bartender's not changing them, then that's kind of on them, right? I mean, no offense to your Catherine, I'm sure she's lovely, but we're pretty good about keeping the markers fresh around here, as you put it."

"Right well then can I try one of those specials, if I haven't already outstayed my welcome" he said with a small grin. "I am quite intrigued by the gingersnap and eggnog jello shot."

"It's a bar," Summer reminded him, "you'd have to have at least half a dozen of these," she set down the mentioned jello shot with a little bit of a flourish of her hand, "before you started to get into overstaying your welcome territory. And, also, they're pretty small, so did you want anything more to drink? Or are you trying to pace yourself?"

Humphrey smiled as he studied the shot for a moment. "True, and I'm not meeting my new boss till Friday so, a small hangover can be weathered easily enough if it comes to it." He considered Summer for a moment. "I know it is a bit of an ask but would you have any Black Tot Rum by chance? If not any good spiced rum would be nice. Guess I'm kinda missing Saint Marie more than I realized" he said with a small shrug.

"We might have some around," said Summer, already sort of checking through some bottles. "It's kind of stupid how much variety we do have here, so I wouldn't be....well," she pulled out a bottle, "not exactly what you were looking for, but this is a pretty good one if you're willing to make an exception. And is that where you're from? Saint Marie? Like, Sault St. Marie?"

Sorry, Humphrey, Summer was played by a Michigander.

Who did not spell it wrong, shut up, she's been in Illinois too long apparently.

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"Saint Marie as in the small island in the Caribbean," Humphrey said and then he nodded at the bottle Summer had found. "And that will be perfect, thank you. It's kinda funny, when I first arrived on the island I could barely handle any of the strong drinks and spices. Guess the place kinda grew on me over the years!"

New faces were rarer these days than they had been in the past so sometimes new people stuck out even more.

"Hello," he said, nodding to the new man. "Welcome to the island."

The radio had mentioned someone new at the causeway. Stark assumed this was that someone.

"Oh hello" Humphrey said looking up from the notes he had been scribbling down. "Th-thank you" he said as he looked up at the stranger who had greeted him. He was really trying hard not to stare too much Stark, really he was. " This is definitely a very friendly island I must say" he said with a small grin.

Stark was used to staring. It came with the territory.

"It is, usually, yes. No reason not to be, I think."

"Just didn't think there could be a place that gave Saint Marie a run for its money in that regard," Humphrey said with a smile. "Already feeling welcomed and it's only been a few days now!"

"That's where you're from?" Stark asked. "I don't know where that is. Are you settling in all right? I know it can be a lot, here."

He glanced over at the zombies as he said it. "Unless you're from somewhere with its own oddities so this place doesn't seem quite so strange."

"No, no... quite normal by comparison really" Humphrey said with a small chuckle. "I am not sure I buy the whole "magic" thing but there have been things already I cant quite explain. At least, not yet."

"Oh, magic is very real," Stark said earnestly. "There are several people here with magic. And the island itself is...something like magic if it isn't magic itself."

Stark was, of course, not magic. He just did some weird shit with the glowy light that was part of his self.

"And plenty of us here from other worlds. I'm Stark. I don't think I said."

There was a small pause as Humphrey tried to process all of that. People here really did seem to be selling that whole 'magical island' bit. He had to hand it to them, a heck of a dedication to the marketing aspect of the island at least.

"Humphrey. Humprey Goodman, nice to meet you Stark" he said with a nod. "Recent arrival to the island myself which you already picked up on. I will be working at the local police station it seems."

"With Watts?" Stark asked. "And Steve and Danny and Diego."

So many cops. So little crime.

"I work at the clinic," he offered. "And sometimes I teach at the school. Not right now but maybe again in the spring."

"Watts, yes that is the one I am supposed to meet. I am not sure who the others you mentioned are" Humphrey admitted. "And I've seen the school, from afar at least. I might look at taking a class sometime actually. It sounds like a good way to keep the brain sharp!"

"The others work there too," Stark said. "With the troopers."

Fielding calls from the Bee Lady and being criminally underworked!

"There should be new classes starting soon, in the new year," he added. "I'm taking philosophy class this time. It does make me think."

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