Open RP: Pyro's Memorial
It's Sunday.
No, really, it is.
It's Sunday, and in Malcolm's Milkshake M-Porium, everything looks strangely cheery for a memorial.
There's nothing black or dour in the place. Some muted colors might just add a bit of class to the establishment, and class is hardly what Malcolm's Milkshake M-Porium is about. Instead, the entire interior is decked out in gaudy pinks and yellows and reflective silvers and golds, all immaculately shiny - the better to reflect sunlight in everyone's eyes.
Along the bar, there are menus explaining down to a minute detail exactly what the enthusiastic customer can order in his or her milkshake. But today it's mostly Dr. Pepper on tap, although floats are very much recommended.
The jukebox is playing, stocked with the entire back catalog of My Chemical Romance songs. This is a little discordant with the atmosphere, so every so often a random bubbly bit of Europop clicks into gear instead. Pyro didn't mind the Europop (at least, not when he was ably distracted by something else).
There are several booths customers can sit at and enjoy their milkshakes, and toward the back there's an open area for the kids, laid out with a Twister mat. Pyro was always a big fan of Twister. Oh yes.
Doug Ramsey is sitting on a barstool, wearing his best tight jeans, plaid shirt, and cowboy hat, sipping a Dr. Pepper float. He sort of expects that John might show up, because who wouldn't want to show up at their own memorial, just to see who was there? But the door opens, and it's not him.
Doug slips off his stool and goes to say hi.
ooc: er, yes - this was supposed to go up Sunday, but my modem died (RIP modem), so apologies for the lateness. please chip in as appropriate (or wildly inappropriate - everyone is very welcome!)
No, really, it is.
It's Sunday, and in Malcolm's Milkshake M-Porium, everything looks strangely cheery for a memorial.
There's nothing black or dour in the place. Some muted colors might just add a bit of class to the establishment, and class is hardly what Malcolm's Milkshake M-Porium is about. Instead, the entire interior is decked out in gaudy pinks and yellows and reflective silvers and golds, all immaculately shiny - the better to reflect sunlight in everyone's eyes.
Along the bar, there are menus explaining down to a minute detail exactly what the enthusiastic customer can order in his or her milkshake. But today it's mostly Dr. Pepper on tap, although floats are very much recommended.
The jukebox is playing, stocked with the entire back catalog of My Chemical Romance songs. This is a little discordant with the atmosphere, so every so often a random bubbly bit of Europop clicks into gear instead. Pyro didn't mind the Europop (at least, not when he was ably distracted by something else).
There are several booths customers can sit at and enjoy their milkshakes, and toward the back there's an open area for the kids, laid out with a Twister mat. Pyro was always a big fan of Twister. Oh yes.
Doug Ramsey is sitting on a barstool, wearing his best tight jeans, plaid shirt, and cowboy hat, sipping a Dr. Pepper float. He sort of expects that John might show up, because who wouldn't want to show up at their own memorial, just to see who was there? But the door opens, and it's not him.
Doug slips off his stool and goes to say hi.
ooc: er, yes - this was supposed to go up Sunday, but my modem died (RIP modem), so apologies for the lateness. please chip in as appropriate (or wildly inappropriate - everyone is very welcome!)