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paxnarrator ([info]paxnarrator) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2017-03-17 08:00:00

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Entry tags:aphrodite, apollo, ares, bastet, coyote, eris, event post, freyr, hecate, persephone, raven, tyr, uke mochi, vainamoinen

saints and sinners are but we
Who:​ EVERYONE.
What:​ ​Pax throws a rager for St. Patrick's Day.
Where:​ The Last Stop.
When:​ March 17.
Notes: Welcome to another game event thread! The same rules apply as before; please mark where your character can be found in the event location (i.e., by the bar, seated in the lounge, on the dance floor). If possible, please use a time stamp so we can keep track of everyone. If you have a specific person coming into your thread, please mark the thread with their name (i.e., by the bar, 7:30 pm - daniel), otherwise please indicate that you're 'open'. If a thread is already occupied, please talk with the players before jumping in. Any questions, please contact the mods!

The only acquiescence to the theme that had been supplied by the location selected for the latest Pax event was Flogging Molly blaring from the jukebox crammed so close to the bathroom that men and women alike had to slide their asses over its front, glass-encased menu to pee in privacy. The rest of the bar had been left untouched; the money covering every grimey inch a reminder of all the hard work put into the small bar that kept it alive.

Extra liquor was provided by the complex, entirely unnecessary and yet done regardless. Food was likewise on hand, this time the Pax management sending over their particular cook to create a plethora of holiday-themed foods: bite-sized servings of Irish stew on kabobs, shepherd's pie in small cups complete with edible potato spoons, Irish soda bread, chocolate stout cupcakes, and scones just a small sampling of the menu on hand. The bar's owner had provided her own take on the holiday's culinary offerings with gummy shamrocks soaked in vodka.

Staff was left entirely up to the location's owner, though carefully vetted by Pax management. It seemed all was well in hand by the time the first tenants decided to arrive.



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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-18 01:53 pm UTC (link)
"Whoah there cowboy." Quick reflexes and old habits helped her grab a few of the green gummies out of the air and pop them in her mouth. Oh man these were dangerous, they hardly tasted like alcohol but were obviously alcoholic.

Raven sat herself at the bar beside the man, more than a little odd with his energy and messy appearance. But that was fine by her, who was she to judge someone for going against the norm, "These little shits are terrible for you, sneaks up on ya'." Didn't stop her from taking a few for herself though.

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-18 08:07 pm UTC (link)
"Oh hey." Brent's eyes went wide, a perfect match to his pupils, his dark lashes fluttering. "Hey, yeah, but they're good, right? I could probably eat my weight in these things. I might try to." As though intent on proving his claim, he popped a few more gummies into his mouth. "I'm Brent. Your hair looks great. You do that yourself?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-18 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Up close and now that he was flailing a little less she saw how his eyes were, and had the quick realization that he was probably not all here. It didn't put her off like it probably should have though, "Raven, I did, thank you."

Her hand darted out to snag a few from his hand and pop them in her mouth, a direct contradiction to her next words, "Careful, I sure as hell ain't dragging you to the bathroom when you upchuck."

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-18 09:43 pm UTC (link)
"Man, I'm too good for that shit," he said. He tossed another gummy toward her, surprisingly well aimed for her mouth. "I've been getting drunk for way too long to get all sloppy. Or to need help finding a bathroom, at least. I can handle that much."

He leaned into her, though it was unclear if the motion was intentional or just a byproduct of his multiple forms of intoxication. "Are you a neighbor? Or just a pubcrawler enjoying my people's holiday? Well. Sort of my people. My mom's side."

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-18 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Raven caught the green candy with ease, unphased by this development with a stranger even though it was probably unsafe and they surely looked silly. The alcohol slid down her throat without it's usual warmth, these sorts of things were delayed which was the scary part, "If you say so, lookin' forward to the show at least."

"Neighbor, ish?" She held a candy up to aim it at his face as well, not minding the breaching of her personal bubble in the least, "Just moved in, and I'll take you along for Mardi Gras and we'll be even eh'?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-18 11:06 pm UTC (link)
Brent opened his mouth, though he was decidedly less coordinated than his new friend. The gummy bounced off his upper lip and skittered to the floor. Undaunted, he tried again, his mouth agape, his tongue sticking out like a child catching snowflakes.

"Mardi Gras looks awesome. I've never been. You're from the real deal? The real New Orleans one? What's it like? Really?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-19 12:31 am UTC (link)
Raven laughed at his face, snorting in the process to the point she had to take a moment before making another go at it, "You look like a seal!" Except seals were better at this game, but what can ya do?

She grinned, "It's home, I mean the tourists love Mardi Gras more than I do sometimes I guess, but it's more than a little haunted which I always loved." Another treat was popped into her mouth before she aimed another at his face.

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-19 08:51 am UTC (link)
There were worse things, he supposed, than to look like a seal. So he leaned into the comparison for her next throw, clapping his hands together and making an awkward and completely incorrect guess at the noise such a beast would make. It may have helped: He actually caught the next gummy she threw. He chewed it loudly, open-mouthed, quite pleased with himself.

"Haunted?" His eyes went wide. "C'mon now. Did you ever see a ghost or something yourself or are you just saying that. You're pulling my leg, aren't you."

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-19 02:50 pm UTC (link)
Delighted and more than amused at his embracing of the ridiculous Raven clapped, throwing one of the gummies up in the air for herself to catch before grinning, "10/10! All 'round!" And perhaps she got a bit too into the game because she reached out to scratch his head like she would reward a dog who had done well.

But she rolled with her possible social faux paux, "I am not pulling your leg! New Orleans and St. Augustine are my favorite haunted cities. I have totally seen a ghost." Her family fit a few criminal and thieving cliches, one of which was that they were very superstitious.

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-19 05:49 pm UTC (link)
Unsurprisingly, given all his other odd behavior, Brent leaned into her scratches. He laughed, nodding happily, and sipped at his beer as they both straightened up.

"You have?" He looked incredulous. He bolstered himself with a quick chug of what remained of his beer. He signaled for another and the waitress quickly moved to comply. He settled in, comfortable with his companion and his freshly replenished drink. "Tell me everything. I gotta know everything. But don't make it too scary."

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-20 08:49 pm UTC (link)
Watching him drink reminded Raven she hadn't even ordered herself a proper one, so she caught the eye of one of the pretty waitresses, "Guinness please." Because why not get into the spirit right? Besides, the beer had once been described as a roast was put into a blender with gravy poured on top and hops before hitting puree.

She laughed at him again, unabashed but not cruelly, "There's a lotta history in Louisiana, Georgia and Florida you know. Some people died and just didn't leave. I was workin' once," In a house that she had made sure was completely empty before breaking in, mind you, "And saw this little girl not as tall as this stool, wanderin' about the room. My father's nana said there was no one to show her the way to the other side, on account of her parents letting her die."

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-21 10:04 pm UTC (link)
"Holy shit, for real?" Brent blinked, briefly at a loss for words. His jaw worked all the same, as though he could not bear to not be moving in one way or another. He wrapped his hand around the base of the pint glass she had brought him: a Guinness to match his friend's, rather than the cheap light beer he'd been drinking earlier. He gave it a try and found he liked it. After a few loud smacks, he turned to face her once more.

"Okay so like a little girl," he said. "Did she say anything? Did you say anything? Did you help her... like help her to the other side? Like Ghostbusters or some shit?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-22 02:37 am UTC (link)
Raven took a few gulps of her beer to wash down the gummy snacks with glee, happy to have one of her favorite drinks and just as pleased to realize that it wasn't from a bottle. She nodded casually though, amused by his reaction to her story, "Yeah for real."

But at his question she shook her head, face twisting as she rolled her eyes, "Naw man I had shit to do, I finished my job and got the hell out, she just sort of stared at me all sad like. Her lips moved but she didn't speak." Empathy wasn't Raven's strong suit, admittedly. It made her better at her job though so she had never really worked to change that, "Why, you think you would talk to a ghost if you saw one?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-22 08:09 am UTC (link)
"Hell no. I mean, maybe. But I watch movies. I know how that works." He took a few more generous sips from his beer, chasing it with liquor-soaked gummies. The combination made a less than pleasant flavor. Brent did not seem to mind, popping four more in his mouth in quick succession. He spoke with his mouth full. "What kind of work were you doing? Or do you do?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-22 09:39 pm UTC (link)
On the other hand, Raven ignored the gummies now, content to sip at her beer and not ruin the taste of it with..Vodka? Probably vodka. The question about her work history was one she was good about lying about, especially since it was only a partial lie.

Those were the best sort.

"Oh, odd jobs mostly, photography here and there. You?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-24 10:06 am UTC (link)
Brent believed the lie with no further prompting. His eyes widened, his interest in his creative new friend quite clear. He leaned forward on the bar stool, teetering only a little. "Oh cool! I bet that's fun. I'm a porter at LA County. Transporter. I take patients around, for like tests and new rooms and stuff."

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-26 10:42 pm UTC (link)
Was it terrible that her thieving brain latched onto his profession as a good way to get hands on medical supplies that could be sold? It wasn't a challenging way to get cash for sure, and it was a little low brow even for her profession, but it was good to have a Last Resort Plan.

"Aw man, do you still get to see weird stuff?" Raven grew up with boys in swamps and scrambling around back alleys--stinky, gross things were fascinating. You should see her car.

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-27 09:49 am UTC (link)
"Oh god yeah." Brent leaned further up on the bar stool. The chair teetered considerably now, nearly toppling him into Raven's lap. He stopped himself falling only at the last moment. God looked after children and fools, they said, and Brent appeared to be living proof.

"You would not believe how many people come in after shoving things up their asses," he said. "I take them to get X-rays and stuff, and sometimes the techs let me see the pictures. Toy cars, remote controllers, Tinkertoys, Nylabones, a traffic cone, one time? Not that we needed an X-ray for that, I mean, it was just... right there. I guess he didn't want to take it out before he came to the hospital? I think he was kind of proud of it, honestly, which, I mean, whatever. It was impressive, I guess."

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-03-28 10:07 pm UTC (link)
Raven laughed at his antics with no sign of cruelty in her voice or expression, instead taking delight in this off-the-cuff slightly manic man she had stumbled onto.

"Holy shit, are you fucking with me?" A traffic cone? For serious? She had so many questions. How for one, or maybe more importantly, why. It didn't even have the adrenaline rush factor of her stupid antics, "No wait, I believe you, goddamn. I mean, I've done reckless things just for the sheer unholy joy of it so I guess I shouldn't judge."

Raven finished off her beer and signaled for another from the cute waitress before waving her arms at him, "Lookie." She pivoted around for a moment and checked behind her before hooking her ankles around the stool and leaning all the way back, spine bending around the stool. Her hands grabbed onto the support pole for the stool so she could unhook her legs, lifting them so they could criss cross and hover over the seat. Raven made sure she was balanced before folding her hands under her head like she was going to take a nap and grinned daringly at him, "I win!"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]vaino
2017-03-30 08:44 am UTC (link)
Brent nodded vigorously at her understanding. She clearly had as many questions as he had upon seeing this blessedly rare and markedly discomfiting sight, and he already knew he could answer none of them. So he found himself grateful when she moved on to physical stunts, the likes of which Brent had never seen, let alone dared to attempt on his own.

"Dude. Dude. What the heck. Yeah you win, obviously you win." He clapped, seal-like, happy and unabashed. "How?! Were you like in the circus or something?"

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Re: at the bar - 8 p.m. - open
[info]cajunqueen
2017-04-11 07:58 am UTC (link)
For someone who had been born into a crime family and never really considered another profession and therefore lived a number of lies--Raven appreciated people who were the opposite.

Including this loud weirdo, "For a minute, but you just pick up shit around you know?" Half truth, street performing was practically a standard job where she came from, and good training for pick pocketing. She sat up leisurely with a practiced motion, legs unfolding beneath her so she could ask for another beer like a normal person, "Ain't nothin' but a thing man." But she beamed still, pleased like anyone else would be at how impressed he was.

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