Quark's, Saturday

Saturday, April 21st, 2018 11:06 am
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Quark's had been taken over.

Mona had immediately replaced the bouncers Quark had on guard with appropriately cocktail-laden NPC dabo girls, after checking to make sure they could both reasonably control their new powers. The banner and sign out front had been removed, and the sign above the bar now had accurate information, or as close as Mona could get to accurate, considering how often Quark liked to replace real liquor with the synthesized stuff.

Quark was busy pouting behind the bar, when he wasn't being interrogated by his new self-appointed manager.

"Now," Mona said. "What exactly was in the cocktail that opened that portal?"

"That's a proprietary recipe," Quark said. "I couldn't possibly reveal it to anyone but a trusted friend."

"I will rip your ears off. Slowly."

"It had bloodwine in it, I can tell you that!" Quark gave her a nervous smile, even as he covered his ears protectively. "I don't really remember all the rest. It got very distracting in here very quickly!"

Mona stared at him, clearly unimpressed. "Get out this 'bloodwine', then," she said. "We'll simply have to experiment until we get something right."

[open!]
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The marquee outside of the Boards, Groovy Tunes, whatever Jono was calling it these days was blinking the words 'KARAOKE NIGHT – FREE BOOZE AND SNACKS' in neon-bright colours.

Ino was pretty proud of herself for figuring out how to do that, especially since she was running on absolutely zero sleep. See, despite it being Jono's store/theatre unholy hybrid, he had no damn idea this was happening tonight.

Or that it was mostly his booze she was planning on giving to people for free.

(Ino had bought the snacks; Jono hadn't had enough of those around.)

Sure, it had been supposed to be a small thing, like, just her, Kanan, and Hera but why not turn it into a party?

And singing karaoke on an actual stage in an actual theatre would be pretty sweet too.

While killing time until her guests showed up, Ino fiddled with the lights, looking for the best way to light the stage and trying to decide if she could rig up a disco ball or not. There probably wasn't time. (Maybe next time.)

Because Ino was a brat, and a Turk, and that meant getting the numbers of every single person on the island was child's play, she'd sent a text to everyone on the island—except Jono and Dr. Lecter, since she was pretty sure Dr. Lecter would rat her out to Jono—inviting them out to have a good time.

Karaoke party at the Boards tonight!

If all of Jono's booze wasn't gone by the end of the night, she'd make sure it disappeared conveniently.

Sorry not sorry, Jono!

Luke's, Wednesday

Wednesday, June 7th, 2017 06:27 pm
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Kenzi was pestering her bestie via phone. As ya do.

"So, I'll get the staff to make anything you want, come on in. Tear yourself away from the Chair of Relaxation. And your proximity to the janitorial staff. You guys are good with me sacrificing you on the altar of Bo, right?"

Reactions were mixed, but some of them might have sounded okay with that.

SPECIALS
Meatloaf on a Blue Plate
Grilled Gruyere with Pear
Mexican Milkshake


Luke's was open.
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Singing Weekends weren't the worst. But they sure weren't the best. "Lady Gaga can kiss my--" Kenzi made 'watching you' gestures to the zombies. "Play that earworm again, and it's a force-fed diet of Celine Dion for you."

SPECIALS
$1 Margaritas
$2 Daiquiris
$1 Mudslides


If you need to forget some things (but only for a little while) come get your drink on at Caritas.
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Hardison hadn't wanted to leave Eliot's today. Between his face still hurting and the massive changes that happened to the house (and the world outside of it), he'd given serious thought to grabbing his partners and having a grand tour of the safe room that Eliot was building and just not coming out until whatever this was was over. That thought was at the forefront of his mind as he made his way back to Luke's and the apartment above, in fact. He and Parker had a lot of stuff over at Eliot's already, but a packing up a few more clothes and his work laptops and The Book seemed like it could be a really smart idea, too. And also sending the staff home, or making sure they had a safe place to bunk, and maybe grabbing more Hot Pockets so he'd have a snack for when he jury-rigged something to get the power back on...

The roof of Luke's looked weird. Really weird. And after yesterday, Hardison wasn't taking any chances. So he paused, waiting for the fog to clear to give him a better view of whatever was up there...

Whatever he'd been expecting, it wasn't a huge sphinx to be lounging on the roof like it owned the place. And most definitely not a sphinx playing with what he was firmly telling himself were animal skulls, even as his brain tried to point out the shape of the jaws and craniums of the ones he could see. The creature yawned--or maybe just decided to show off its impressively-sized maw--and Hardison dashed for the door of the diner, flinging himself inside.

It was rundown, it was filthy, and it looked pretty barren. But it currently wasn't filled with a man-eating mythological monster and that was good enough for him.

Luke's was...open?

[AU!Kenzi modded with permission. No OCD]

Luke's, Wednesday

Wednesday, December 7th, 2016 11:56 am
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
That fog outside was creeping Kenzi out. It reminded her of the time some of the restaurants on the island had just up and been eaten by a void. Also, she kept seeing things out of the corner of her eye.

The kitchen staff thought it might be more Advent presents about to show up. Or maybe reindeer!

Kenzi squinted at them. "Get back to work. I get first dibs on any reindeer that appear."

SPECIALS
Peppermint Hot Cocoa
Apple Pie with Cinnamon Swirls
Potato and Bacon Soup


Luke's was open.

[ooc: and will be flickering ever faster as we get closer to midnight. Alt!Kenzi ETA: 3pm ET.]
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"I have hands! I have swear words! Yes!" Kenzi was doing her Happy to Be Me! dance behind the bar, as she had been for about 24 hours, barring that one nap attack. "Tino, I'm glad I never saw you as a pony. Zombies... were you zombie ponies?"

SPECIALS
Beer, $1
Wine, $2
Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, $4
Get your drink on and celebrate victory and the elements of friendship!


"Hunh."
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Yesterday, Karla had made a very important promise. She'd promised Val a day at the playground and there was no way she was going to renege on that. Thus, Thursday afternoon found Kayla swinging on the swings in the park, while Karla sat on a nearby bench, holding Nommy, and pushing Kayla's swing with Craft. At her feet was a sizable picnic basket, filled with sandwiches, juice in both sippy cups and bottles, Kayla's 'spinkles,' a small island's worth of bananas, and even a bit of ice cream wrapped in cooling spells. Karla had packed extra just in case; she figured Ender had probably gotten all the sandwiches he needed during his class (yes, she remembered), but there was always the chance that Ben would join them. Or other people would wander by. It wasn't like Fandom lacked for hungry kids of varying ages even on normal weekends.

"Mommy, push me higher!" Kayla called. "Pleeeeeeeeease!"

"Nope!" Karla called back, nets of Craft still invisibly hovering in the air to either side of Kayla's swing. "You tried to jump off the swing last time. Now you have to stay low until I'm sure you won't do it again."

"But I was gonna flyyyyy!" Kayla's tiny wings fluttered on her back, trying to increase the height of the swing.

"And this is why the answer is still no," Karla said with a sigh. Looking down at the infant in her arms, Karla shook her head. "I can't wait till your wings come in and I get to chase both of you," she told her sleeping son. "Maybe I'll just borrow an entire herd of Scelties from Khary and let them take turns sitting on you till you're grown."
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi was in here relatively early for work, blowing up extra balloons, and occasionally inhaling helium to squeak at Tino and freak him out.

Specials
Bourbon and Blood Orange Blast
White Sangria


And because there were still small and/or underage children on the island:

Milkshakes - name your own - $1 for anyone under 12


[ooc: up early by request - birthday party for Eliot!]

Luke's, Wednesday

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2016 06:01 pm
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi was settled in with chocolate chip cookies and a huge glass of chocolate milk; she was, naturally, feeding the vent again.

"Creepy," the dishwasher announced.

"Suck-up," said the bus-boy.

"Thank you," said the vent.

Luke's was open.

Luke's, Monday

Monday, November 23rd, 2015 12:16 pm
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Eliot had woken up this morning on the floor of his living room, his entire linen closet and most of his couch piled on top of him from where it'd collapsed overnight, still tired and achy from repeatedly falling off the roof of Luke's.

He'd forgotten what a reckless kid he'd been. Also how carefree and light he'd been.

He ducked out quick, leaving a note for Hardison and Parker -- who he was reasonably certain were still under the pile of pillows and blankets -- and headed for the diner. He was back to being faintly pissed at Hardison, though the reasons why felt a bit sillier, and nothing beat cooking for working out frustrations and aching nostalgia.

Besides, he was pretty sure he wasn't the only one regretting living off things like poptarts and pizza bagels all weekend.

Today's specials
Garlic crusted rack of lamb
Roasted corn, wild mushroom, and spinach risotto
Baba au Rhum


Luke's was open.
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After spending much of the morning flinging himself full speed up and down the stairs around the island with Val leaping after him frantically to keep up/probably yelling at him to be more careful, Eliot decided it was time to spend some time relaxing.

So he picked an awning he rather liked, shoved a battered copy of meta for Treasure Island down the back of his pants, and climbed up on one of the outdoor tables to get into reach of one of the supports.

He loved reading. He especially liked to do so in extremely awkward and hard to get to places. They made it way harder for Gertie to come bug him and get him in trouble for not playing with her.

He lost his grip trying to swing his legs up around the support beam, and barely managed to break his fall by grabbing onto one of the closed umbrellas leaning against the wall. Momentum carried him and the umbrella down to the cobblestones with a thud, and he lay there for a moment staring up at the awning.

"Ow."

Then he grinned, jumped back up, and tried it again.

[open!]
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi was poking bagels and cream cheese through the ceiling vent. At the look one of the newer busboys gave her, she also added some lox, glaring at him.

"It's Yom Kippur, it's traditional."

"To feed the vent?"

"Shush. Stir the soup!"

SPECIALS
Bagels, cream cheese, lox
Chicken soup with matzo balls
Best Chai Tea Ever
Deep Chocolate Brownies
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So, Sparkle's week had been kind of... eh. And then kind of oh. And then there'd been glitter last night and that whole thing had been pretty yesssss.

This morning, as a result, he was actually in a pretty okay mood, right up until a pack of gremlins rounded the corner, arms outstretched, making little moaning sounds at him.

Sparkle was not always stupid. Gremlins and zombies were two things on his 'no touchy' list, so he'd ducked into the Demon Marcus, kind of surprised to realize that he still had his old key for the place, and set up camp perched up on top of the counter, ankles well away from the floor, armed with a hat rack. Any time a gremlin came near, he gave it a mighty swing and thumped the ugly little shit straight into next week.

... It was kind of stupid just how much this felt like a regular shift at his old place of employment. And then he started wondering if maybe there was something to that.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free! Sparkle's going to be taking over running this place from here on in, and I couldn't resist laying the seeds for that now. THIS WEEKEND IS AMAZING.]
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
It wasn't her Independence Day coming up this weekend, but who cared? Time to make some fun drinks.

SPECIALS
Star Spangled Punch
Firecracker
Red White and Blue

Luke's, Tuesday

Tuesday, May 19th, 2015 03:17 pm
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After Monday's nightmare, Hardison had been glad for a decent night's sleep last night. Usually when he went on a nightmare bender, they tended to last a few days, but that didn't seem to be the case here. Maybe it was because the triggering incident had happened to somebody else. Maybe they were just losing their hold on him--he hadn't found himself idly calculating how many cubic feet of air were in the room and how long that would last him if he got trapped.

Maybe having Eliot to talk him down while Parker held onto him had been exactly what he needed. Who knows?

Either way, he wasn't going to question the why's and how's too closely. Having only one night of nightmares was just something he was happy to accept on principle. Besides, he had a new side project to look into: making a video game. Apparently he (with some, you know, minor assistance from Eliot) had made a super-popular video game to improve health and nutrition. It had been enough to keep him in shape in this nebulous future which might also include a kidnapping calendar. So he was just going to order himself lunch off the Special's Board and start researching everything he could on how to make a triple-A quality game.

Today's Specials
Ema Datshi
Fish and Mandarin Orange Curry
Bhutanese Red Rice


Apparently the dishwasher's future involved backpacking through Bhutan and the kitchen had tried to recreate the cuisine here. Okay then.

Caritas, Monday

Monday, April 13th, 2015 12:54 pm
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi had heard alllll about the wee tiny people all over the place. And she was cackling that none of her demonspawn (literal and otherwise) had shown up this time.

She did go in a little early, though, before the portal probably was gonna show up. Because she was NICE.

SPECIAL
You must be this tall ------> [height of the bar]
to get booze here for yourself.

But if you're 12 or under, FREE MILKSHAKE.
Accompanied by an adult or not.


You're welcome, Fandom.
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It was lucky Eliot wasn't the sort to drink heavily when he had stuff on his mind, or he'd be on the tail end of a three day bender. Instead he'd managed to teach class without letting Parker know he'd figured out "plan E", then found a few good bar fights on the mainland, replanted half his garden, finished clearing his house out of the last remnants of his cursed trip to crazy-town, found a buyer for seventeen bear traps, stopped a couple muggings on the mainland, nearly gotten his nose broken, definitely broke at least one other guy's nose, anonymously turned in a couple unloaded and stripped guns to the Baltimore police, replanted the other half of his garden, and completely failed to actually read any of the pages of the book he currently had laid out in front of him.

He finally flipped the book closed, took another sip of the coffee he really probably shouldn't be drinking right now, and pulled a notepad out of his bag.

Alright. So. Hardison and Parker had been conning him. Sort of. Really badly. To get him to do something that, once he got past three days of panic, he remembered he actually had wanted to do for a while now, anyway. Two -- or, you know, three -- could play at that game.

He took another sip of his coffee, leaned back, and set the notepad on his knee so he could keep an eye on the door of the Perk while he brainstormed plans. This wasn't really his forte; he'd never pretended to be a mastermind. But he at least needed to get the stupid-ass romantic gestures out of his head before he worked out what he was really going to do. So if he made it through plan double-Q before he worked it out, well. So be it.

[ooc: I've reached the point in my Thursday where I only have a full standard work day left! Most of which will be spent waiting on editors. The Perk is open.]
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi had apologized to Tino. Once. That was all he was getting, because he was sulking.

SPECIALS
Jell-O Shots! $1
Vokda & white rum, schapps & tequila
Or design your own!
[identity profile] needfully-yours.livejournal.com
Every little town was different, but in the end, every little town was the same. It was like hearing the same song in a slightly different key, or played on a new instrument. The variations were fascinating, but the chorus didn't change.

His plans were progressing ever-so-nicely. Perhaps more of these residents could be lured in by his items, today?

The store in the door read, as always,

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes


(There are going to be major pockets of SP today, so please bear with us! But the shop is VERY OPEN for anyone looking to browse, chat, buy cursed items, or pick up an actual antique!)
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi had new plans! Shiny, secret new plans! So don't bother asking her what was up with her.

SPECIALS
Cocoa
Night Caps
Hot toddies
[identity profile] needfully-yours.livejournal.com
How very embarrassing, to find one's self tired today in such odd little bursts. Leland Gaunt was more amused than displeased to discover that the vagaries of this island might apply to him; it was a curiosity, nothing more. In any regard, his shop was open, and he had such lovely trinkets to sell.

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyes


(Posting before I literally run out the door -- RL attacked, or this would have been up earlier. SORRY. Expect some major SP over the next few hours, but pings will be answered tonight, we promise.)
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After cleaning up after his radio broadcast (and thanks again for that, King Squirrel) Sparkle pretty much made a beeline for his job. And once he got there, he hunkered down behind the counter with a pair of headphones on playing instrumental music (because if he sang along and some of the lyrics had 'I wish' in them, he really didn't want to know what was going to happen) and swore to himself that he wasn't going to open his mouth to speak unless he absolutely had to.

He did have his rubber duck, though. And if he got extra bored, he was going to pass the time by trying on the stock.

... Once he put on the dinosaur onesie, though, he was keeping it on for the rest of the day. And yeah, he was so ringing it in and buying it for himself on the employee discount. Because even if he wasn't going to wish to be a for-real dinosaur, he could sure as hell stomp around the store and pretend.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]
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Jono had threatened to drag Hannibal off to do something for his birthday, and really, there hadn't been many stipulations set down, beyond not deliberately increasing the population of the flamingos on Hannibal's lawn, given how old he was turning today. Jonothon was pretty certain he'd managed that much, and while he'd wanted to do something that was fiftieth-birthday-for-a-cultured-man appropriate, all that he'd been able to book, was... well...

//I won't make you put on the bowling shoes if you agree to play a round of billiards with me, mate.//

And he wouldn't even dream of trying to get Hannibal to eat the greasy arcade food. He knew better than that.

//I'll make it up to you? Er. Happy birthday.//

[OOC: Open party is open!]
[identity profile] ultimatehottie.livejournal.com
"I don't want to call this coffee 'lukewarm' because it's still not as bad as my 'lukewarm' review of Darby Donovan's latest play, but it still isn't good," Robert Benchley told the barista after sipping his coffee.

Yes, Robert Benchley, the humorist, author, and film actor from pre-World War II America best known for his biting tongue as part of the Algonquin Round Table and even better known for his fire powers as part of the crimefighting team, the Algonquin Four! A celebrated group of America's sharpest wits met daily for lunch at the Algonquin Hotel, enjoying barbs and bon monts, until one day... A COMET STRUCK and those present found themselves possessed of powers beyond the ken of mortal men! Powers as dazzling as their intellects! And so Harry Houdini, Robert Benchley, Woodrow "Woodpecker" Wilson, and Dorothy Parker fight ferocious foes! They're the Algonquin Four!

But this was only one of them.

"Fortunately I know how to fix your shoddy work, just like I'd fix Darby Donovan's even shoddir work; FIRE UP!" Robert Benchley's free hand turned to flame, and he dipped a finger into his coffee to heat it to a proper temperature. "Just don't let me see you heat anything up like this or I'll have to send a witty warning to the health department. Just like I did after walking out of Darby Donovan's play."

[OOC: Johnny is Robert Benchley, the Human Torch character from the Thrilling Adventure Hour's Algonquin Four. Open for coffee, insults to you, insults to Darby Donovan, and unflattering comparisons between you and Darby Donovan.]
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
COME, DRINK AWAY THE MEMORIES YOU JUST GOT BACK
Or possibly just soothe the existential ache


Kenzi was outta jail - thank everything and everyone who offered to post bail, you're awesome, and was behind the bar again.

Tino was not saying what he'd done that weekend. That made two of them.
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
SO EMBARRASSING. God, don't even talk to Kenzi.

"I want my lawyer. And a shrink!" And thank God she'd dumped the stolen card as soon as she'd gotten that hotel room for herself.

... "I can post bail! With my own money!"

The stormtroopers remembered how the coffee machine worked now. Yay for them.

Hmm. Sucking up couldn't hurt. So Kenzi sent Nick a pizza, with the note:
WELL-PLAYED, SIR. TELL THE GOAT NO HARD FEELINGS?

Then ordered one for herself to be delivered to jail past the stormtroopers, who were still ignoring her.
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
"Let. Me. OUUUUUUUT."

The stormtroopers ignored the prisoner, and tried to figure out how to work the coffee machine.

"...I can't believe you guys arrested me."

Kenzi sulked her way to the back of the cell, and pulled out her phone. Well, time to see if she had really good friends, or not.

Hp am prisoner save meeeeeeeeee!

Sent to everyone in her address book.

[posted with permission of the Sheriff, and open for SP, responses and/or phone calls, or visits, although Kenzi will be incarcerated until at least tomorrow.]
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Had the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.

The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.

The feeding was good, here.

That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.

It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.
[identity profile] regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com
Kenzi had considered an 'apology special', but then decided FREE DRINKS IF I SET YOU ON FIRE would either scare people off or attract the wrong clientele. So:

POST WEIRD WEEKEND SPECIAL
AT LEAST WE WEREN'T IN A BALL PIT
$1 shots for everyone who got arrested or shot
[personal profile] gunslingerpose
After their long, er, interlude, Katherine had been starving and with the mood Nikolai had been in, it hadn't taken much to convince him to try Cafe Fina across town. Sure it was pricey and after her mugging that afternoon there was no way that Katherine could cover it, but Nick didn't seem to be all that upset. It was just the kind of place you took a lady like Katherine. No booze, no drugs, no dames, not even a crooked card. Yeah, it was a hike from the hotel, but it was pretty much the only place that played it straight in the whole town.

The extra distance and extra price were worth it to show a lady a good time. To show a lady you could be civilized. Maybe even to show a lady there were better things in her future than going home to Connecticut once her sister was found.

For the first time since he kicked the dope habit, Nick found himself thinking about something other than justice, revenge, and Lady Dokkaebi. Thoughts about a fresh start. Hell, maybe even a future.


[For Lady D and her girls, please! Post written by [livejournal.com profile] spin_kick_snap who set out to write Kathy and then apparently had her brain invaded by Gorgon. Crazy dame.]
[identity profile] livebytherules.livejournal.com
"EXTRA, EXTRA! BILLIONAIRE BRUCE BITES IN A BOARDING HOUSE!"

It was a time when newspapers were the only way to get yer news, when the hum of a print machine was what people fell asleep to and when the ink on a newspaperman's hands meant he was big time. Willie West wanted to be that newspaperman but he had to pay his dues. That meant delivering the news first. That meant trying to make the news important to all the guys and dolls that passed him by.

The city was glitzy and gauzy, full of the lowest of the low and the highest of the high and Willie wanted to climb that ladder and be the guy that shared eel juice with the dames and the birds that ran this town.

"EXTRA, EXTRA! FLATTIES FLOUNDER ON DRUG CONTROL? JUST WHO RUNS THIS TOWN?"

With a stack of newspaper in hand and the brim of his hat pulled low, Willie worked hard on getting the news out there in the hopes that someone would notice. Anyone. He just wanted to be noticed.

[Only thing I could think of! Open, of course]

Luke's, Saturday

Saturday, July 12th, 2014 01:40 pm
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Who was Luke? Luke was a smoky bar on a rainy summer evening filled with the wail of a lonely sax. Luke was a classy dame with a box of matches and a story to tell. Luke was money to burn and living with regret in the light of a sun that never, ever rose.

. . . Okay, honestly, Pinkie had no idea who Luke was. The name was already on this joint when she bought it, and she thought it gave the place an aura of mystery, so she kept it.

Whoever he was, Luke's name was on one classy establishment, boasting live music and the highest quality caviar and bubbly (soda, that is, at least 'til Pinkie knows you ain't a squealer). If you're feeling lucky, there's a poker game or two to be had -- at least right up until the moment the cops show up.
[identity profile] teashopconman.livejournal.com
Like many other things around the island, Cafe Fina had undergone a bit of a change. Gone was the rather boring name of the past replaced by a new name that proudly advertised what Mr. Hatter's establishment was all about (even if his place didn't reside on Seventh Street).

Inside, the air was filled with a constant haze of perpetual smoke. There were small, rounded tables covered in dark tablecloths with a single lit candle in the center. The chairs were all solid, black teak and the walls were covered in the finest of paintings and portraits.

In one corner of the shop, there was a beautiful baby grand piano with a pianist sitting behind it. He was joined by a jazz trumpet player and they together filled the bar and lounge with the sweet sounds of smooth jazz.

Mr. Hatter was dressed in his finest white tuxedo and was overseeing the running of the place. Everything seemed to be going well and he couldn't help but be pleased. He'd just have to make sure things continued on especially if any important characters came by and gave him some patronage.

[Open and Noir for your fancy restaurant needs]
[identity profile] doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com
Navaan was once again behind the counter of Dite's Decadent Delights, where hand-crafted chocolate and pastry confections could be bought. They were expensive, but they were worth every penny.

Or so Navaan had been told. She didn't really find herself craving much of what could be found at Dite's. At least, not what could be found out front. But then, the expensive treats out front were hardly what drew people to Dite's anyway. They just made for an excellent cover and a reason why a pastry shop wasn't crawling with customers.

She shuffled about the display, making it look like there had been some legitimate customers yesterday, keeping an eye on the door and a hand by her weapon. In a town like this one, you never knew what kind of trouble was going to walk through those doors.
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Jonothon 'Lips' Starsmore frowned to himself as he settled in behind the counter of the music shop, surrounded by instruments (mostly of the musical variety, but he had a few of slightly more questionable legality tucked away just out of hands' reach at all times) and opened up his morning paper. There on the front page was a headline that made him wince. Tommy Ramone, the last surviving punk in the band of brothers (by blood or by choice, they had been notorious as a group of trouble boys who made their own definition of family) to run one of Jono's favourite drums in New York, was dead. Jono had never had any direct dealings with the Ramone brothers, not personally, but their speakeasy had a sort of ambiance about it that plenty others tried to imitate, and few actually successfully managed to. Hell, a lot of the somewhat more legal drinking establishments he'd frequented back in London had owed a certain sort of something to the way the Ramones ran their business, and to Tommy's own unique style of management.

And there was something to be said for their reputation for using baseball bats in the dealing of brats they wanted the hell out of their bar, too.

Lips took a moment of silence to reflect on that, then shrugged it off, set his paper to the side, and went to dust off the merchandise. That was, the merch he had out front - the musical instruments and accessories, a small display of records, the Edison record player he'd gotten in just the other week that had seen more use by him playing Rhapsody in Blue than it would likely see from any potential customer any day soon.

People didn't tend to come into Lips' shop for the music, after all.

[Open!]
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Kenzi was experimenting with ice-cream floats with booze tonight. So, get your sugar buzz *and* your drink on at the same time!
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After leaving Kenzi a voicemail message, Cecil herded Marjorie (licensed practicing exorcist and curse-removal expert) toward the house formerly known as DOOMHAUS.Read more... )

Luke's, Wednesday

Wednesday, June 25th, 2014 03:45 pm
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Today is
NATIONAL CATFISH DAY
Enjoy that in as many ways as we can prepare it
CATFISH
Also
Strawberry Parfait Day
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Summer! Time for mint juleps and fruity drinks with orange and those teeny little umbrellas.

"I don't care," Kenzi told Tino. "I think those look charming in your hair."

Luke's, Wednesday

Wednesday, May 21st, 2014 03:34 pm
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SPECIALS
Fried Indonesian Monkey Toes
Roasted Gingko Seeds
Japanese Salamanders on a stick


Kenzi might have been eating the salamander-on-a-stick just to weird out customers. Then again, maybe not.
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Ah, Fridays. After a hard day of decorating her office and shooting Nerf darts at her new co-workers when she was able to, it was Coffee Time. Or rather, mega mocha double-chocolate cinnamon frappuccino time.

Ahhhhhh.


[ooc: expecting someone, but open for all who want caffeine, as you do.]
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Break Week, before the newbies showed up, needing their tiny little minds eased with lots of alcohol. So Kenzi had a special up.

SPECIALS:
JELL-O SHOTS
CADE'S MAGENTA MADNESS
KITTY'S SHADOW

What? The boss deserved a drink named after her!
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"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]
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The hangover had been beyond epic, into saga, possibly it's own trilogy. In fact, maybe it was an ongoing mini-series?

Tino was wisely staying to his side of the bar, and not giving Kenzi a reason to throw things at him.

SPECIALS
Anything with booze
You don't need to tell me why
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Yeah, Sparkle was here. He was here mostly because the bars didn't open first thing in the morning and he couldn't stand to be in his room any more. He wasn't doing anything. He'd pulled up a chair behind the counter and was mostly just staring at the stock around him. Occasionally he felt the urge to just... something. Break things. Something.

He didn't, though.

He did, from time to time, just slam his fists down on the countertop before retreating into the back room for a few minutes, here and there. Whether it was to drink some of Callie's old alcohol stash, cry, or throw up was his business and nobody else's.

[OOC: Open store, but Sparks isn't going to be terribly helpful today.]
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"Mommy really should've marked our path back to our home sweet home, hunh?" Mia nodded vigorously, clutching onto Kenzi's hand. "So, if we don't find our new place, we're gonna get a new new place!"

Right, maybe it was this left, up the stairs? ... why the hell did this place have to have SO MANY stairs?


[ooc: so, so open, since the warehouse district is a little more populated than usual this week.]

Luke's, Wednesday

Wednesday, March 19th, 2014 12:14 pm
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Audition day! AUDITION DAY. AUDITION DAY.

Yeah, the cooks were hiding from She Who Must Be Obeyed.

SPECIALS
Orange Chocolate smoothies
Carrot Sticks
Pineapple Juice
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Kenzi was practicing Giselle's mad scene in back of the bar. Tino was staying far, far away. Some of those kicks might almost reach his face. Most of them would definitely reach other parts that were even more precious.

SPECIALS
Mudslides
Vodka gimlets
Glow-in-the-dark-shots

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