days of future past;

[venatoris]

Who: everyone, you're all invited
What: Grand opening of Rocky's
When: March 1 - or whenever, feel free to future date if you want
Where: Rocky's Bar

Content Warnings: Will be placed in subject line if necessary

© tessisamess

Dean will toss a post up on the network that is visible to all. It's just an ad for the place - a huge blinking gif that says ROCKY'S BAR, and a text under it that says 'GRAND OPENING MARCH 1, 7:00pm - ?'. There is a list of information available in the post, as well as normal opening times (12 noon), and closing (2am-ish). This is an open invite for the entire community to come check it out. All ages will be permitted into the arcade (and offered soft drinks/water from the bar) until 10pm, after that, they will be asked to leave the premises, and it becomes adult only.

Admission: Admission will be local 'currency'; a shiny rock, quartz or gemstone (or something similar) will pay for a night of drinks and games. Spices and things like salt/pepper are also acceptable.

Or, if you want to work a shift then throw down, same gig.

The place will be set up for a proper party - streamers, music pumping from a jukebox in a corner, though there is a playlist that is on shuffle unless someone picks something else. At the far end of the bar, through scattered tables and chairs, there is also a karaoke stage. Two microphones are set up, but there are more if there are enough in the party to warrant digging them out. For now, a Trench citizen is running the karaoke rounds (and will be doing so every Friday night until the position is otherwise filled), and should you want to sing, just write your name down in her little black book along with the song title, and she'll call you up when it's your turn.

There's a long banquet table of food against one wall that is being refreshed as needed by various Trenchies. It includes the following:

French fries
Onion rings
Nachos
Wings
Mozzarella sticks
Quesadillas
Chicken Sliders
Artichoke dip

Traveling downstairs and into the basement will take you to the arcade - there are tons of games lit by neon and blacklight, their siren song luring you right in. Pacman, DDR, Galaga, Asteroids, Frogger, etc are all there, as well as several pinball machines, ski-ball, a foosball and an air hockey table. If you dream it, it's probably there.

If none of that is your style, you can hit the bar, where Dean himself (and another Trench citizen) will be serving drinks - there's a Squid Special (a tequila shot and a beer), and three craft beers on tap - Cosmic Cowboy IPA, Fox Rye Lager, and Blue Ghost pale ale, all from Dean's own microbrewery.

(( ooc; this is an open/party style log where everyone can interact with everyone else. Don't feel the need to wait for Dean to serve you a drink, there is another Trench bartender helping him out until he hires someone else.

There ARE bouncers, but if your character is being a jerk, do let me know because Dean will step in and toss them out :3 If you have any questions, hmu pincurls! otherwise, have fun, mingle, and enjoy! ))

Comments

[unphase]

[she's always on the lookout for new bars, new nightclubs, new places to go to have fun. if Trench was divided between practicality and pleasure, she knew whose side she was on.

hence, she's wearing a white slip-dress with lace edging the bottom and a black fur wrap. the wrap is mostly for show since she's a coldblood and the bitter Trench winter didn't bother her one bit.

when Michael asks if she wants to do a duet, she grins, saying,] Sure. Just so long as I get to pick it out. [and winks playfully]

[eudaimonikos]

Go for it!

[Michael's picked out plenty of songs! He's just happy to bop around and have a good time!]

[unphase]

All right. [she queues up her choice and gives him a wry grin]

This one's going out to all of the holo-personalities and paparazzi back home.

[and she rips into the song in a way that can only be described as personal]

[eudaimonikos]

Woo! Yeah, screw holograms!

[He guesses? He has no idea what she's talking about, he's just into it! Let's sing loudly and bounce!]

[unphase]

[not quite the same, though she appreciates his enthusiasm]

Now, you've got to sing, too! It's a classic Terran song when I'm from and the lyrics are...well, I'll go into detail after the song.

I'm Miss American Dream since I was seventeen
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gon' put pictures of my derriere in the magazine
You want a piece of me?
You want a piece of me

[eudaimonikos]

I'm Miss Bad Media Karma
Another day, another drama
Guess I can't see no harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I'm still an exception
And you want a piece of me!

[Yeah, Michael's singing these lyrics with absolutely no irony!]

[unphase]

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's shameless!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! This just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

[Tinya utterly throws herself into the song with a vim and vehemence which could only be brought about by personal experience. that, and despite all of the eighties New Romantic and New Wave music she adores, she also loves Britney Spears. especially after certain events...]

[eudaimonikos]

I'm Mrs. 'You want a piece of me?'
Tryin' and pissin' me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who's flippin' me off
Hopin' I'll resort to startin' havoc
And end up settlin' in court

[Michael has utterly zero personal experience with this! He might not even know this is a Britney Spears song; he's just having a good time.]

[unphase]

[despite her status of a commonly despised and discussed until the Legion paparazzi and the Legion's legion of followers, she knows exactly what she's singing about. and if it was through a young woman a thousand years ago, so be it so she takes the next few lines with a smile and a wink]

Now are you sure you want a piece of me?
I'm Mrs. 'Most likely to get on TV for strippin' on the streets'
When getting the groceries, no, for real
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in the industry
I mean please

[if anyone knew how the double-edged sword of fame could pierce, to have a parent intent on following their every move, it was this young woman one thousand years ago, Britney Spears. So she throws herself into the lyrics, clutching her mics and singing like the lines are being ripped from her throat]

[eudaimonikos]

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless -

Oh my god, is this Britney Spears?

[He just says while the musical track continues playing underneath him. He's easily distracted at times!]

[unphase]

[Tinya grinned, responding]

It sure is! Some things survive even as long as a thousand years.

I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! This just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

[she usually got too thin, given the amount of exertions she had on a regular basis, but she hadn't told anyone back home she'd been pregnant and had definitely gotten the "too big," before anyone found out for sure. damn that Trudy Trusoe for bribing a nurse and calling her a "fat marshmallow nightmare," before she fled for Rimbor]

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, that's fun!

[He could probably add some stuff about how that whole conservatorship thing was gonna play out once all the involved parties ended up in the Bad Place...but that's not important!]

I'm Mrs. 'You want a piece of me?'
Tryin' and pissin' me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who's flippin' me off
Hopin' I'll resort to startin' havoc
And end up settlin' in court

[unphase]

Thank you! I have a soft spot for Terran classics!

[technically, she already knew how that played out, but to hear that the ones responsible ended in the Bad Place would be great]

Now are you sure you want a piece of me?
I'm Mrs. 'Most likely to get on TV for strippin' on the streets'
When getting the groceries, no, for real
Are you kidding me?
No wonder there's panic in the industry
I mean please

[and the way she sings "Now are you sure you want a piece of me" sounded like a challenge to the world--to all the worlds--to do its best. she was a lot stronger than she looked]

[eudaimonikos]

[It doesn't say much - everyone was slated to land in the Bad Place before - so really how you know it was a Thing is that Michael's heard water-cooler chatter about it. No one anticipates the arrival of some random, average person.]

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Exta! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)

[unphase]

[she's heard of the Terran religions, that almost all of them had places of torment where the wicked went. her planet's faith states that the wicked simply ceased to be when they died, barred forever from the Mistress's Eternal Garden]

I'm Mrs. Lifestyles of the rich and famous
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's shameless!
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra! this just in
(You want a piece of me)
I'm Mrs. she's too big now she's too thin
(You want a piece of me)
Oh yeah
You want a piece of me

[and she brings the song to a close, again seeming to challenge onlookers, Trench, everything to do its worst. weakness wasn't an option here or anywhere]

That was great! Wanna go have a seat and a drink?

[eudaimonikos]

Sure!

[Michael bounds right back down off the stage again, grinning.]

You know, I was a bartender for a year or so before this. Back in the dream.

[unphase]

Wonderful!

[she looks giddy with elation, she loved that song for very personal reasons. her wreck of a life back home, dissected and scrutinized by countless people, her mother smug and telling her that she told Tinya so. but that song made her feel fearless]

Really? What was your signature cocktail?

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, most of the clients were locals - they were boring. Not technically real people, I think? I was in it for the Sleepers.

[Genuinely more for the opportunity to chat with people than the money! Also it was the only human job he'd ever done, even if it was only for like one day.]

But they had some really funny 1950s cocktails. I liked the one with beef broth in it.

[unphase]

That's still odd for me to think about, a situation where there would be people, but not people. [a pause] If I may be presumptuous, how long have you been in this place and the other?

[because she wondered if she'd be here another three years and if she'd go back in time seamlessly like she had before, lived a life without memories of the other place as before. she valued her memories almost as much as her free will]

Beef broth? Please tell me you're joking. I can't imagine that working in anything other than some weird variation on a Bloody Mary. Was it actually good?

[eudaimonikos]

It was about a year, in the first place, and...six, seven months here? So not all that long.

[He knows his conception of the passage of time is different from other peoples', but he's pretty sure that doesn't even count as a long amount of time for a human.

Anyway - he laughs.]

No! It sucked, it was great!

[unphase]

Wow. That's an admirable amount of time. Because a year and six months? In that time, who knows how much older my son will become? He--he was five when the other world took me back, only for this world to steal me away when the other world wasn't looking.

[it does to her. her son should have been an infant still, only when she'd left, he was the Terran equivalent of five years old. five years old and continually getting into mischief, like his father]

I'm almost horrified enough to ask you to mix it for me. Almost. When we get to the bar, what will you be having?

[eudaimonikos]

Oh. [Well, he guesses small amounts of time matter occasionally.] Well, travel between dimensions isn't always one-to-one, timewise. I'd think it'd be pretty rare for the timelines to parallel.

Something fruity. With an umbrella. What's the point in having a drink without an umbrella or something in it?

[unphase]

I would hope not. If they all did parallel, me and the other two mes would...I don't know. Converge into one? Two of us already did.

Like a Mai Tai? Or a Pina Colada? Actually, the latter sounds good. I haven't had one in ages.

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, the afterlife's like that. Our timeline's loopy.

[He says with no further explanation, and sits at the bar.]

I actually quit drinking for a while after ending up in Deerington. Got weirded out that I couldn't just sober myself up. [Actually it was trauma about losing control of himself in an inebriation-like manner during a blood event, but. He's trying to get past that.] But then I figured, maybe I should just figure out how humans do it.

(CW: alcohol abuse)

[unphase]

I don't actually remember much in between the time I died and the time I realized my spirit was caught in my now-husband's body. Which sounds weird, mostly because it was weird.

[the occasional sensation, like when he'd lowered his invulnerability so he could get drunk and pass out. that made her worry and try even harder to get out]

Oh. Wow. Yeah, that would make getting drunk a bad idea. [yes, that would be hard to get over] Two drink maximum, for both of us. That's one way to do it, to have a drinking buddy.