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It looks like Zelos has become enamored of Earth culture yet again and has outfitted the entire club like an American 1920's speakeasy. Each member of the staff has been outfitted with a 3-piece 1920's style suit (in the fabric style of their choice) complete with a matching fedora. Even the ambient music is much jazzier this month! Per usual the rules and employee roster are posted near the door. Hosts: Angelo Asbel Lhant Duke Pantarei Fai D. Flourite (assistant chef and appointments) Guy Cecil (bartender) Ioder Jade Curtiss (bartender) Malik Caesar (bartender) Peony Malkuth IX Rin Okumura (chef) Serph Sora and Roxas
Zelos Wilder (Only takes appointments with women.) Please note that some hosts may be unavailable due to coma.
This month guests are encouraged to get up and dance with their hosts, all the tables having been arranged to each side and the center of the room's floor kept clear for such activities. The bar has its regular assortment of drinks but there's something else called "moonshine" for this theme. 21+ only please! ((ooc: Thank you to Umi for this month's theme! If you have an idea for a theme you want to share, please either PM Zelos' journal or shoot me a plurk on reikofanel, thanks!)) |
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Who: Lloyd Irving and castmates/CR who would be aware of the Rune Crest stuff going on Where: Winespring Inn and forge When: Today, morning and evening Style: Either! Status: Closed... ish? If you feel you have an IC reason to stop in, feel free! Note: Please mark in the subject whether you are tagging before or after the making of the Crest. The actual forging of the Rune Crest is going to be handwaved to help simplify things. Before( Read more... )After( Read more... ) |
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Who: Dhaos and anyone What: grab-bag curse catch-all, confessions type curse Where: at the Vesperia House, the park, or around the city When: anytime during the curse week Style: I'll probably stick to brackets, but feel free to use prose if you'd like. Status: open as can be
[Nothing is quite so awkward as waking up with a sudden urge to confess. Especially when half of said "confessions" are utter fabrications that Dhaos had not thought of before the words had passed his lips. It's especially awkward when something comes up that the angel doesn't quite get the context of. T'is the season for embarrassment and confusion?] |
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Who: Duke and ANYONE Where: Plaza When: All week! Monday and Tuesday at intervvals but... just about any time day/night for the rest of the week o/ Style: Brackets, but if you want action, I WILL FOLLOW
[ So Sunday had been a particularly bad day for Duke, although it did end up with him eating a bit more than usual because wow, it should not have been that easy for him to get knocked down-
But monday morning felt fine. Mostly because he got hit with the curse, and once again was able to sprout wings and... ignore any normal needs. Although he did find it a little harder to talk this time... Perhaps he was a different sort of angel? Still had a crystal... Oh well.
This mostly left him with a great deal more hours than he had for the past weeks, and so the ordo-Zel house is swiftly filled with the smells of apples and baking... Because if he remembers the days right, then this is close to that gift-giving holiday and...
He can't really think of much.
The problem with a full twenty four hours to spend doing something is that he ends up with way more apple pies than he has people he knows. Everyone Duke knows the name of gets 1(one) Apple Pie with 1(one) slightly magicked pie tin. The tin will keep the pies at a nice warm temperature, and will do this again if they are cooked in the pie tin. Something to do with "absorbing and storing heat from the oven and giving it slowly back over time", the note explains. Don't make cold pies in this tin, obviously.
This does leave a great deal of pies left over, and after some thought, Duke takes them to the plaza and the coral. This was newcomer time, wasn't it?
Now there's a table with pies, notes attached explaining "keep-warm pie tins", and a small paper sign proclaiming them as free apple pies. Yup. ]
(OOC: FEEL FREE TO FIND HIM DELIVERING PIES TO CHARACTERS WHO HE KNOWS. Just mention "christmas" or something in your tag and I will know it is his gift-giving o/ ANYONE CAN GET PIES FROM THE PLAZA...
Duke is also a Symphonian Angel for this -) |
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Who: Duke and Guy, and also Duke and Sheena Where: that Zel-filled house When: Sometime between Zelda going into a coma and Zelda waking up from her coma Style: [ these? ] Status: Closed! (maybe link too?) [ ( More friends might help him more than he realizes... ) ] |
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Who: Duke and anyone /o/ When: Any day this curse-week (but for wednesday) Where: Library Status: Open! Pick a day, any day. [ ( Want to get stuck to a hermit? ) ] |
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who: Duke and anyone where: stores, library, island elevator - Zelda's house locked to Zelda's household when: Wed 11/14 (evening) what: Duke tried to cheer himself up by sitting in the sun. It didn't work out for him. [ style ]
[ Nice sunny days are supposed to be good for cheering people up, right? Right.
This may be why Duke is a rather uncomfortable shade of lobster red when he makes his escape from the island. Guess who lost track of time and ignored that burning sensation? This guy. So much for a better mood, he's getting close to miserable. Sunburns are nasty.
He's going to spend some time hiding in the library, looking through other ways to deal with sunburns - and quite possibly getting distracted by other books while he's there - then heading off to stores to see if there was anything pre-packaged to deal with his burns.
He'll return to Zelda's house with his burn when it gets dark, though. Because dark means cold and while its kinda nice, given the heat he probably is giving off right now, he'd rather not let that cold sink in. ] |
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