I'd burn my house down just to hear them scream my name
Some of the glassware has not survived transport, with a handful of tumblers and stemmed glasses cracked or shattered inside their packing. The rest is usable, but Kiada will need to set the broken pieces aside so Flora can request a refund from the Gilded Market once everything is done.
The lighting crates Danta opens, reveal vintage nautical fixtures: brass sconces, ship-lantern-style ceiling lights, glass shades with faint wave-like ripples, and a few pieces delicate enough that they’ll need careful hands rather than enthusiasm. They’re gorgeous, but fussy, the kind of thing that will absolutely look expensive once installed and absolutely become everyone’s problem if dropped.
Sara’s apology comes lilting and sweet in Kai's direction, while Audrey reaches into her pocket with the sort of casualness that should probably worry him. A few moments later, Kai’s stomach twists with the unmistakable, deeply urgent warning signs of diarrhea, giving him only moments to find somewhere private before his afternoon becomes legendary for all the wrong reasons. For the rest of the day, there’s also an itch in the centre of his back that he can’t quite reach, no matter how he twists.
Even if Kai hasn’t fully won over his soldiers, the Gilded Market artisans have stuck around to help, and between them and everyone else’s work, the new bar begins to look less like a collection of supplies placed hopefully inside a building and more like somewhere people could actually drink, gossip, gamble, and make a series of questionable decisions. Flora hasn’t checked the back rooms or storage areas yet, but that can come later.
Clapping her hands together, Flora looks between Kiada, Danta, and Kai. "Okay, probably the most important part." Her brows lift, aqua eyes glittering as she gestures around the half-finished space. "We need to choose a name." She pulls a folded scrap of paper from her pocket, smoothing it out against her palm. "I was going to go with something like the phoenix since we're rebuilding this from something burned down, but phoenix's always crumble to ash so it seemed like a bad omen. That, and Ronin would probably get a big head about it. So instead, here are my top picks, but if you have ideas, let me know!" Glancing down, she begins to read them off. "The TellTale, The Open Secret, The Final Say, The Grapevine, or The Last Word."
Oops, Kai has been cursed for the remainder of the thread.
Pick one of the names for the bar, or suggest your own!
The lighting crates Danta opens, reveal vintage nautical fixtures: brass sconces, ship-lantern-style ceiling lights, glass shades with faint wave-like ripples, and a few pieces delicate enough that they’ll need careful hands rather than enthusiasm. They’re gorgeous, but fussy, the kind of thing that will absolutely look expensive once installed and absolutely become everyone’s problem if dropped.
Sara’s apology comes lilting and sweet in Kai's direction, while Audrey reaches into her pocket with the sort of casualness that should probably worry him. A few moments later, Kai’s stomach twists with the unmistakable, deeply urgent warning signs of diarrhea, giving him only moments to find somewhere private before his afternoon becomes legendary for all the wrong reasons. For the rest of the day, there’s also an itch in the centre of his back that he can’t quite reach, no matter how he twists.
Even if Kai hasn’t fully won over his soldiers, the Gilded Market artisans have stuck around to help, and between them and everyone else’s work, the new bar begins to look less like a collection of supplies placed hopefully inside a building and more like somewhere people could actually drink, gossip, gamble, and make a series of questionable decisions. Flora hasn’t checked the back rooms or storage areas yet, but that can come later.
Clapping her hands together, Flora looks between Kiada, Danta, and Kai. "Okay, probably the most important part." Her brows lift, aqua eyes glittering as she gestures around the half-finished space. "We need to choose a name." She pulls a folded scrap of paper from her pocket, smoothing it out against her palm. "I was going to go with something like the phoenix since we're rebuilding this from something burned down, but phoenix's always crumble to ash so it seemed like a bad omen. That, and Ronin would probably get a big head about it. So instead, here are my top picks, but if you have ideas, let me know!" Glancing down, she begins to read them off. "The TellTale, The Open Secret, The Final Say, The Grapevine, or The Last Word."
Oops, Kai has been cursed for the remainder of the thread.
Pick one of the names for the bar, or suggest your own!
I've carried hopes & heavy day dreams, but i'm all done with sleepin'
