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

[venatoris]

No?

[ He grins, leaning on the counter and taking a sip. ]

Too rough, or not rough enough? Cause I gotta tell you, I need to get a few Sleepers in here. Trenchies are alright, but, you know. Employ the common man and all.

[righthemisphere]

[Another snort. Common, he's got in spades. Raleigh considers his knuckles for a moment.]

I don't have the best temper for bullshit.

[Or even just in general. But drunk uglies? He'd end up cleaning a lot of blood.]

[venatoris]

Yeah, I hear you. Neither do I.

[ He sips his drink, thoughtful. ]

But I dunno. I don't see a lot of that happening. I mean, this place has kids running around in it. I should put a friggin' play place in the back or something. I knew it would draw them, that was half the point, but I'm surprised how many there actually are here in Trench. Hope they got like, family or something. People to stay with.

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh genuinely has to think about that for as moment, glancing over his shoulder at the other patrons. Dean is right, a lot of them are very young.]

You know, I've never really thought about it. I'd assume so. I know there's an orphanage.

[venatoris]

I'd hope so. Can't imagine they're just running the streets.

[ Or at least - he freakin' hopes not, anyway. That would be awful and it would make him really want to do something about it. ]

[righthemisphere]

Not any more than the rest of us.

[Which.. might not be very helpful.]

Shiro is probably the guy to ask. I think he's appointed himself responsible for the entire population.

[venatoris]

Shiro, huh?

[ Not a name he's come across yet, but one to take note of. ]

I know that kind of guy. [ he can be one of them ]

[righthemisphere]

[Certainly a common trait amongst the older crowd here in Trench.

Man, Raleigh hates that they’re The Older Crowd. Who’s committed this violence against them??]

I don’t know him all that well but he’s a good guy. Super cool story, future man space soldier. Cyborg arm, pilots a lion shaped gundam. He’s like a living anime character, it’s nuts.

[venatoris]

[ probably God ]

...Like, Mobile Suit Gundam kind of gundam?

[righthemisphere]

Yeah. Like mine but lion shaped. From what I understand when his whole team is in place they can fuse their rigs together into one super huge one called a Voltron.

[venatoris]

[ um ]

...Like from the TV show?

[ this whole ass place? a mindfuck. Star Wars, Voltron. What's next, Terminators? ]

[righthemisphere]

What TV show?

[You're dating yourself, Deano.]

[venatoris]

Voltron of the Near Universe? Aired...'84? Something like that? No?

[ dammit ]

Nevermind.

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh's eyes are completely blank and he shakes his head no.]

Sorry, man. That was way before I was born. I'll take your word for it, though. I guess everyone is a story character in someone else's world, huh.

[venatoris]

[ ugh ]

Yeah. Uh, I mean. There's a freakin' series of books written about me and my brother back home, so. I'm used to it.

[righthemisphere]

What, for real? A whole series?

[venatoris]

Yeah...

[ he looks a little pained. He's still kinda pissed about this. ]

They weren't majorly circulated, but there's a couple megafans and its really weird.

[righthemisphere]

Mm.

[A knowing nod.]

The fanfiction?

[venatoris]

It's mostly them dressing as us, this weird little mini-conventions and fake ghost hunts, and-- yeah. The fanfiction.

[ he pulls a bitch face. ]

That was a new one.

[righthemisphere]

Wow so full-on nerd fest. Yikes.

[He feels you though, man. Being famous is A Lot. It was great at first if you ignored the pressure and circumstances, but people always have to Make It Weird.]

Heavy is the head.

[venatoris]

Yeah. These people know my whole damn life, man. They don't even think I'm real, it's insane.

[ he hates it thanks ]

Something like that, sure.

[righthemisphere]

What were they about?

The books.

[venatoris]

Dude, so get this.

[ He leans in, conspiratorial, like he's telling a secret - because he kind of is. He'll even pour them both a drink for this, because it's fucking nuts. ]

There's this prophet of the Lord, and he's been writing me and Sammy's whole life, starting in 2005, up until I left. Everything, word for word. I'm full frontal in those books, man. What the hell?

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh tries not to laugh, but it is very difficult because that is wild.]

You're screwing with me. A prophet of the lord.

[venatoris]

Dude, I wish I was.

[ if ONLY. ]

An actual prophet of God. Writing all my damn business down.