The Roadhouse : Open for business
Characters: Ellen Harvelle, possibly Harry Dresden, anyone else!
When: a few days after their arrival
Where: The Roadhouse 2.1
What: The Roadhouse is open for business!
Open or Closed? OPEN
Rating/Warnings Growunups in a bar.. R maybe?
Ellen and Harry really hadn’t needed to do much to get it set for opening. A little cleaning up here and there, checking the necessities (beer taps, coolers, ovens in the back) and nearly a day and a half spent making enough food to feed an army.. or two.
It wasn’t quite the same was the ones she’d founded in the past, but like the others, the Roadhouse was built on a simple and solid principle. Anyone that needed shelter, sanctuary or food, would have it.
While Ellen spent her time in the kitchen, Harry had worked his magic outside, setting in protection wards, signs, everything the place would eventually need if familiar patterns held true. Picking up her phone, a faint smile crossed her face as she heard Harry moving around out front. It had been more than twenty years since she’d opened a bar with someone. It felt nice.
Before she got too lost in nostalgia, Ellen keyed her phone on, setting it to the network.
"For those of you who might remember from out last little go-around, my name’s Ellen Harvelle and I ran the Roadhouse. And the Abax branch of the Roadhouse is now officially open for business. If you need food, a drink, or a place to get warm for a little while, here’s our location." With that, she set in coordinates for the Roadhouse and headed out of the kitchen.
She had little doubt that people were going to be hungry.
((Talk to Ellen, talk to each other, threadhop, ask for a job.. whatever you want!))
When: a few days after their arrival
Where: The Roadhouse 2.1
What: The Roadhouse is open for business!
Open or Closed? OPEN
Rating/Warnings Growunups in a bar.. R maybe?
Ellen and Harry really hadn’t needed to do much to get it set for opening. A little cleaning up here and there, checking the necessities (beer taps, coolers, ovens in the back) and nearly a day and a half spent making enough food to feed an army.. or two.
It wasn’t quite the same was the ones she’d founded in the past, but like the others, the Roadhouse was built on a simple and solid principle. Anyone that needed shelter, sanctuary or food, would have it.
While Ellen spent her time in the kitchen, Harry had worked his magic outside, setting in protection wards, signs, everything the place would eventually need if familiar patterns held true. Picking up her phone, a faint smile crossed her face as she heard Harry moving around out front. It had been more than twenty years since she’d opened a bar with someone. It felt nice.
Before she got too lost in nostalgia, Ellen keyed her phone on, setting it to the network.
"For those of you who might remember from out last little go-around, my name’s Ellen Harvelle and I ran the Roadhouse. And the Abax branch of the Roadhouse is now officially open for business. If you need food, a drink, or a place to get warm for a little while, here’s our location." With that, she set in coordinates for the Roadhouse and headed out of the kitchen.
She had little doubt that people were going to be hungry.
((Talk to Ellen, talk to each other, threadhop, ask for a job.. whatever you want!))