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but first, vodka - Weaver - 03-19-2020

She’d gone and scouted the location for the bar after meeting with Sunjata. The house had been as she remembered it, a few doors down from the edge of the market, and still abandoned. The place was in mild disrepair, but thankfully it wasn’t too bad. They’d have a bit of work cleaning it up, but most of the work would simply be converting the house into a proper bar. The most fortunate piece of the house was the back backroom. Behind the kitchen was a large room that Weaver assumes the previous owner once used to dry meat. The owner must have been a hunter, but of better skill than she was, because the room is substantial in size. It’s also perfectly located so they can make it look like a part of the kitchen, and no one will be the wiser to the hidden door.

After collecting the supplies they would need, arranging deliveries and trades (so many free drinks) with the local vendors that could help, Weaver sends a letter to Sunjata. She gives him the details of the backroom, a date, and tells him to bring some friends. Which of course is to say, she asks if he’ll get word out to the guild members as well for some extra help, but her letter says nothing so specific.

When the day finally arrives, Weaver gets up early as always, but instead of hunting she heads to the house. With her sleeves rolled up (thank you cold resistance), she sets out the various tools she thinks they will need. Cleaning supplies to start, some paint for the main room. There’s wood for the bar and shelves, and some supplies in the kitchen to make sure that is ready as well, along with a plan to set up and hide their meeting room. As she waits, Weaver sets some logs into the fireplace, tossing a bit of magic at them until the flames roar to life. At least one thing was already done for them.



PQ for putting together our new bar (the Kraai)! Once everyone arrives, we’ll divy up the tasks and get to work. This is for Devil’s Advocates members only please.

1. Sunjata
2. Wessex
3. Hotaru


RE: but first, vodka - Hotaru - 03-19-2020

New day, new land, new...bar?

Hotaru whirls through Halo like she has lived here her entire life, cloaked in layers of her own creation with her golden hair windswept and wild, loose over her shoulders and in the fur of her lined hood. The air is sharp and frozen, and she embraces it with a love so deep and nostalgic that Hotaru is tempted to merely close her eyes and pretend when she opens them the Aurora will be overhead.

Instead she continues on, driven by purpose and a gathering called together by a woman she has yet to meet. An attractive one, clearly, she thinks as she removes her coat and enters the back room they will be working on. [Say]"Present and reporting for duty, beautiful,"[/say] she teases with a wink as she hangs up her coat and rolls up her sleeves, ready for direction despite her flirtations.


RE: but first, vodka - Sunjata - 03-19-2020

Weaver had sent him the letter stating she was ready, had found a place and supplies. And so of course when he arrives, he brings the necessary things as well. A cart of alcohol to start, whatever else he thinks she might need. As well as a letter sent off to fellow guild mates to help expand the Advocates as they knew it. An empire of sorts to start with, a vision come to life.

He’s surprised when he finds out he’s not the first to arrive. But he brings the cart in as he hears Hotaru’s voice heading toward the back. He removes his layers now, too, wearing a long sleeve shirt to keep out some of the cold, pushing up the sleeves to his elbows as he steps back toward the rest of them. “[say]Glad to see you got the letter, Ru.[/say]” He hums to her, a playful smile sent her way. His gaze flits to Weaver next. “[say]This is a perfect space. Good eye.[/say]” He winks to her, leaning against the door frame and waiting to see who else arrives and what tasks she might lay out.


RE: but first, vodka - Wessex - 03-24-2020

Well if it isn’t three of her favorite people.

She’d silently followed the wave of blonde hair through Snowcloak, grinning to herself all the while. How long has it been since she’s seen the pale beauty from the Oasis? She would have shown up for Weaver and Sunjata anyway (bonus: finding out the two women are also members of the same club), but this was a lovely little surprise. After Hotaru enters the building, she remains outside for a moment, quietly thinking about things until Sunjata arrives and breaks her from her reveries.

Supply-less - here more or less for the muscle power and cold-tolerance, Wessex follows at Sunjata’s heels.[say] “Some days I really fucking miss drinking,”[/say] she says with a dramatic sigh, taking in the cart and the space that will soon be the bar.

The benefits outweigh the loss. But every now and then the pang of nostalgia hits her hard when she imagines what fun it might be with some of her new acquaintances.


RE: but first, vodka - Weaver - 03-24-2020

[say]”Oh, I like you already,”[/say] she says with a wink to the blonde who is the first to arrive. Sunjata is close behind, and clearly he knows the woman, though she wouldn’t be here without an invite. [say]”Weaver,”[/say] she says to the woman, reaching out a hand to shake if the other is so inclined. Sunjata arrives with the rest of what they will need, and Wessex, to her surprise, follows on his heels. Well well. Who would have thought they were in the same guild, though somehow, it makes sense.

[say]”You could just pretend,”[/say] she says to Wessex. [say]”I do it all the time,”[/say] she winks, and perhaps it is clear why she is well suited to this job. Pour liberally for others, sip slowly, and pretend you are too inebriated to remember what they told you the next morning. It works like a charm.

But they have things to do, and so Weaver turns her attention to the tasks at hand. There are plenty, but she suspects with the group of them there they should be able to get through things quickly. [say]”So we have two pieces that need to be set up; the back room, and the bar.”[/say] Clearly the back room is their guild room, but she doesn’t need to explain the obvious. [say]”There’s some furniture in the back room that needs to be set out, and we need to hide the door so it looks like part of the kitchen.”[/say] She motions to some various racks and other kitchen equipment. They should be able to disguise the door well enough that no one would be the wiser. [say] “As for the bar, we need to clean up the debris since this place hasn’t really been used in a while, and paint the wall where the bar will go.”[/say] Also they’d been bringing in so much stuff, they’d created a whole other mess as well. [say]”Grab your tasks, and I’ll take whatever you don’t want.”[/say]


***
Tasks for the first round. Grab whatever job you want and Weaver will take what’s left.
- Setup furniture in the back room
- Disguise the door to the back room
- Clean the debris in the bar
- Paint the wall where the shelves/bar will go

No post order!


RE: but first, vodka - Sunjata - 03-25-2020

Wessex arrives on his heels, and he offers the Wraith a small smirk and a nod – pleased that she’s arrived. But before he can comment on anything she says about drinking, Weaver is quickly offering a response. This causes a quiet chuckle to leave Sunjata, smirk growing a bit brighter. He’s never quite been good at it, too fond of the taste to keep from getting too drunk. At least he was smart about it – most times – unlike the time poor Hotaru had to drag him around hungover out of his mind.

He had his reasons for it, of course.

So he settles, arms folded across his chest as he listens to the tasks Weaver announces. The task of the back room seems a bit more his style – seeing as it’s his guild and all. So he focuses on the idea of the furniture, steel gaze flitting around toward where it was. “[say]I’ll take the furniture.[/say]” He offers when she’s done listing everything out.

Making his way toward the back she’d chosen, he’s pleased with the size and the layout of it – a perfect fit for meetings up in the cold north of Halo. And with it, he begins to set to his task, eyeing the room and figuring out where the pieces would go best. Desks and chairs and tables and the like, easy to put out and readjust. And he begins, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to make it easier to work with, moving to set up the first few pieces of the furniture.



Sunjata picks the furniture!


RE: but first, vodka - Hotaru - 03-26-2020

Hotaru's smirk only sharpens at the woman's positive reaction, distinctly pleased with this turn of events. There are many beautiful women in the Grounds, and Hotaru fully intends on finding out which ones are receptive to her particular advances. One of which already has as she walks in on the heels of the man she'd expected already. Her eyes flit briefly to Wessex, but Sunjata is speaking and deserves her attention for a moment, and she gives him a genial look. [say]"Of course I did, who do you take me for?"[/say] Far more teasing than any other negative inflection she could give it. Then her gaze turns to properly regard Wessex, giving her a coy smile and a wink in greeting, quite gratified to see her once more. Just as lovely and delicious as she remembered.

Ah, but today is a day for sweat and hard work, and not in the fun way. Hotaru listens keenly to the tasks presented, reminded of her own shop's construction and the tedious nature of establishing a new functional building in a place like Caido. [say]"I'll do the painting,"[/say] she claims after Sunjata has put in his two cents, recalling the annoyingly back-breaking nature of clearing out debris from her efforts helping various others. She'll avoid that for now if she can. Plucking her materials from where they've been set, she gets to work - priming the walls by wiping away in residue or cobwebs with a rag. A difficult task with her height, but that's easily fixed with everything currently laying around. After helping Bastien so many times, the painting is second nature, and she dips her brush into the can and begins making the first strokes against the wall.



Hotaru picks painting the back wall!


RE: but first, vodka - Wessex - 03-31-2020

What’s not to like about Hotaru, Wessex thinks to herself, though the imagines Weaver hasn’t had the pleasure of the blonde writhing on her tongue.

[say] “It’s on the list of things to ask the Voice for…. Though admittedly the list is long and drinking is low priority,”[/say] she says with a chuckle. Along with the ability to feel the good sensations again. And on second thought, that might be higher than drinking. On third thought, maybe those are peace-time abilities, and as much as she hates to admit it, they aren’t exactly able to rest easily at the moment… Ugh. Duty.

Listening as Weaver lays out the tasks, she takes a look at the door that would lead to the back room and finds that she has no idea what would be suitable, so she speaks up with,[say] “I’ll do the dirty work;”[/say] as if any of them doubted that she minded getting her hands either literally or proverbially dirty.

First, the demigoddess collects all the big pieces and tosses them out the front door, to be dealt with later. Anything that she can get her hands on that isn’t ‘furniture’ or useful - goes. Then, moving to grab a broom, Wessex goes through the familiar motions of sweeping up dirt, flaking paint, rodent bones, and all the other detriment that settles in an unused building. Once the major nasties are out, she takes a bucket of water and a mop or rag, rinsing the area and scrubbing at the more difficult spots until the bar begins to look halfway decent.


RE: but first, vodka - Weaver - 03-31-2020

They are an interesting crew, far better suited to the guild than to cleaning and painting a bar, she thinks. Though she is thankful for the help, for the familiar and new faces, and she cannot help but wonder what Korbin would think if he walked in right about now. He’d probably start to figure it out, after flipping out over the company Weaver was keeping. She had picked a day she knew he’d be busy on purpose.

As the others settle into their tasks, Weaver is left with the task of disguising the door. She is not surprised, as it might be the worst task on the list, but she’s been pondering that issue for a while now so she doesn’t mind taking it on. There are metal racks in the kitchen, designed for holding pots, pans, and other supplies. Weaver grabs a few tools and begins to affix the racks to the door and on the wall next to it, making sure that there’s a subtle enough break in the rack so that the door can swing open. The goal is to make it look like part of the wall, such that no one would think to swing it open.

With the metal racks on the wall, Weaver closes the door briefly, sticking her head inside to yell to Sunjata that he wouldn’t be trapped for long. It looks good, and covered in various kitchen tools, you’d never know to look back there. The only issue is how the hell to lock the door. Shit, she didn’t think about that. Obviously she can’t have anyone accidentally opening the door when they went to grab a pan.

Before she can open the door again, she hears a large crash from behind the door. Swinging the door open quickly, she peeks inside to see Sunjata. The old shelving in the back room, which likely once housed drying meat, had broken, with pieces now scattered on the floor. Whether he had put too much weight on them or they simply gave out of their own accord, she doesn’t know, but they clearly need fixing. [say]”You okay?”[/say] she says, double checking that he’s fine.

Maybe it’s the crash from the back or just the pretty Hotaru distracting Wessex, but regardless, the demi-god knocks over the bucket of dirty mop water. Well, it was almost clean. Weaver pokes her head out at the sound of the bucket crashing to check in on things. She can’t help but laugh slightly at the mess of them. Only Hotaru seems to be doing well. [say]”Well, Ru, at least your wall looks good,”[/say] she says, using the name she’d heard Sunjata use. [say]”Since you are doing better than the rest of us, do you mind unpacking those crates of booze and setting them on the shelves? I’m sure you will make them look nice.”[/say] A bar was all about aesthetic, after all, and that included displaying the wares nicely.


***
Weaver hasn’t figured out how to lock her disguised door. Oops. She’s going to have to work on that. The shelves in the back room broke as Sunjata was decorating, so now they need to be fixed. Wessex knocks over the bucket of dirty mop water, so that needs to be cleaned now too. Hotaru does great and the wall is beautiful, so Weaver asks her to unpack some of the booze.

No post order!


RE: but first, vodka - Sunjata - 04-01-2020

He certainly doesn’t expect that to happen. Not as he’s beginning to adjust the furniture and at first things are going fine – he can hear Weaver’s voice call out to him that he wouldn’t be trapped for long – a quiet chuckle leaving him to that and naught much else. But he begins to move a few items brought from the Guild in the Grounds to place along the shelving here – only to watch as the shelving themselves begin to teeter.

He reaches for it at the last second when it all comes crashing down and he rolls his eyes with a huff of a sigh, hearing Weaver’s voice once more to ask if he’s okay. “[say]I’m fine.[/say]” He calls back, though there was a small cut along his arm from where he’d failed to catch the shelving as it fell. So he removes the rest of the shelving to inspect what remains and what can be used – searching the room for more boards that perhaps aren’t quite as brittle to continue the job. A hammer and nails sit near by that he tries to reinforce the boards he does find just in case it helps.



Sunjata removes the broken boards and tries to find new, less brittle ones to try and reinforce with a hammer and nails, before continuing the work!


RE: but first, vodka - Hotaru - 04-04-2020

It's a simple enough task, and Hotaru takes to it with a serenity that reminds her of painting with Bastien and Rexanna. Each stroke is repetitive, and gives her a better idea of the finished project each time she swipes her brush over the wall's surface. The peace she has cultivated comes crashing down - literally - as Sunjata does...something. Something quite loud and jarring, sending paint splattering over her own cheeks as she jerks automatically, hand clenching around the brush. Giving a startled laugh, she rubs at it ineffectively, smearing it across her skin only to shrug and let it be. Sunjata at least appears to be alright from the faint voice she hears, which is more than enough to satisfy her as she continues her task.

Only to be startled yet again as water goes sloshing across the ground, and she stares at it stupidly for a moment, wondering what in the world is happening that they're all becoming such klutzes. At least her own job is done for the time being now that it's set to dry, and she sets down the brush and turns at Weaver's voice. The nickname is confusing at first until she realizes she'd never introduced herself properly. Not that the woman minds, she's quite used to being called the shortened version. Grinning conspiratorially at the playful jab at the other two, she wipes her hands with a rag to prepare to handle the bottles. [say]"Consider it done,"[/say] she assures as she moves towards the boxes, beginning to unpack them and set up the bottles for display, hoping she's not going to be next in line for some sort of destructive mishap.


RE: but first, vodka - Wessex - 04-05-2020

For all her preternatural ability to move well, it seems that even Wessex can forget where she’s placed things. The sudden appearance of a few rodent-like creatures in the wall startle her and she jerks back, knocking against the bucket. Out goes the water and as she turns around, Wessex scowls. Lovely. Picking it back up, she tosses what remains of the dirty water outside, and then proceeds to grab another couple of rags to soak the water up, wringing them out in the bucket, until it seems like most of the gray liquid is gone. Now it’s just the grime on the floor again, and after tossing out the that bucket, she opts for one of cleaner water, and spot-cleans from there.

It’s a lot of time on her hands and knees - somewhere she hasn’t been in awhile. And now she remembers why. While her muscles and joints don't ache, the monotony of cleaning is dreadful.


RE: but first, vodka - Weaver - 04-05-2020

Things start to go more smoothly. Weaver manages to figure out how to lock the door. It takes some time, but she is able to use the holes in the racks (designed so the shelving could be adjusted) to her advantage. She positions one hole over the lock on the door, and with some time and patience, bends a few small pieces of metal so they can be used to easily turn the lock. It’s vaguely akin to picking a lock (yes, she does know how), though it’s much easier, designed so that anyone who knows how to turn a key could open the door. They would just need a special key and a clue where to look for the lock.

When she is finally done, she makes her way into the back room to see how Sunjata is fairing. It seems he’s fixed the shelves, and the room looks like a proper meeting room. It reminds her a bit of the one at the VlamVloed, though not as large, and with its own Halo flair. Weaver hands him one of the “keys” and takes a moment to show him how the door works before heading back into the bar area.

Wessex and Hotaru were both successful as well. The place is finally sparkling thanks to all Wessex’s cleaning, and Hotaru has made the bottles look lovely on their shelves. More important, she managed not to drop any and waste perfectly good booze. Now that would have been a crime.

[say]”Just one more thing,”[/say] she says, with an apologetic grin. Weaver nods at the large slab of dark wood that rests against a wall. The bar top. It needs to be put in place, and there was no way in hell she could move it herself. Wessex might be able to, but the size alone would require a few people to make sure it was positioned correctly. [say]”I could use some help getting the bar in place, and then we are done.”[/say]

***
Yay, this round went better! Lastly, Weaver has asked for help putting the actual bar top in place.

No post order.


RE: but first, vodka - Sunjata - 04-05-2020

A silent prayer goes up to Safrin at the fact that the shelving holds this time. And it looks relatively good all things considered, much to his surprise. The key is a welcome gift, taking it and following Weaver through the disguised door, watching as she shows him how it works and finding it quite unique and well thought out, flashing her a bright grin in response to it as he tucks the key into a pocket.

One more thing, however, and Sunjata watches as she gestures to the table top – the thick slab of it. Nodding to her, he glances to Wessex and Hotaru in turn. “[say]I’ll shift to my nyala form, might be able to leverage it with your help.[/say]” He offers, before skin is shifting toward the fuzzy horned bull that settles within his skin. More of an antelope than cattle, but the pushing power is there nonetheless. And he nears it once someone else has lifted it against the table before pressing his head against it, against the horns, and beginning to push to slide it into place.



Sunjata shifts to his Nyala form to help push the table top into place!