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Who: Anyone!
When: Friday, August 19th-Sunday, August 21st
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Whatever you prefer. Tag yourself in, mingle and go nuts. Might wanna specify which night threads take place, open or closed, that sort of thing.
What: HAPPY HOUR. or...unhappy hour, idk.
Warnings: TBD
( How does Anatole not have its own branch of AA yet... )
When: Friday, August 19th-Sunday, August 21st
Where: The Foxhole
Format: Whatever you prefer. Tag yourself in, mingle and go nuts. Might wanna specify which night threads take place, open or closed, that sort of thing.
What: HAPPY HOUR. or...unhappy hour, idk.
Warnings: TBD
( How does Anatole not have its own branch of AA yet... )
He would probably not admit to an additional motivation, that of rebelling. Just a little.
He approaches the bar, and looks around at the humans here to see what the procedure is.]
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[Helen really should stop calling him that, especially if he's going to be around the place more. But at least it's better that 'pet'?
Helen grins and hops across the bar before coming over to where he is.]
Glad ya could make it. I thought you might end up being sent to your room for talking to me or something.
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[Ax also might not have told his brother he was going out to see what this human happy hour entailed.]
I have considered, sih-durd, your question about cinnamon bun-zuh, and I think I could reproduce a satisfactory, fack-toh-ree, version.
[He says this with all the seriousness the topic deserves.]
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[Which is one of the things that makes Helen...Helen. The fact that she eats far more than she needs to, lets alcohol influence her when her body could take care of that too.
She goes behind the bar, tosses a few things aside before finding a piece of paper...a missing poster or something. The city's full of them.]
Have a seat. We'll go over what we need for them and then talk about your pay.
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[And he misses them quite a bit, possibly because it is easier to miss something he could conceivably recreate here than to miss Tobias, Prince Jake, Cassie, and everyone else.
Ax does not consider bending his human body in half to sit entirely strange anymore, and though the bar stool does make him wonder how it is supposed to work for a moment, he figures it out.]
Yes. Human money would be nice to have. It is the reason I require a job.
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[Helen looks up at him again, eyebrows shooting up.]
You're not in a tight spot, are ya kid? I could advance you a week's pay. You've got an honest face.
[She smirks.]
And if I'm wrong, it might be fun to hunt you down.
[She's kidding. Honest.]
Hey, I'm guessing cinnamon buns have cinnamon in them, huh?
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[He believes he is becoming more skilled at the strange and metaphorical way humans tend to speak, though he is not sure what makes his face especially honest. If anything, it is dishonest, because it is not his at all.]
Yes, there is a lot of cinnamon, nuh-munn, in them. It is the source of their deliciousness, ness. I am certain there is also flour.
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[Helen comes to a decision and reaches underneath the bar, placing a small pouch on top of it. It jingles softly. Ivories, the currency of this world.]
Take that. Buy whatever the hell we need for this deliciousness. And keep the change for your trouble.
[The bar is modest and Helen herself isn't anything fancy, but she makes a fairly good living with few living expenses.]
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Obviously, this will require much experimentation, and the consumption of any attempts that are less than perfect.]
Thank you.
What other duties will I be perform-ing for your ess, establishment?
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[Helen grins. No problem, right?]
Oh yeah, and keeping people from busting up the place when they've had one too many.
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[He will attempt to remember not to become overzealous about it.]
If it is ness, necessary for maintaining-ing order, I may have to morph to my real bod-ee. It is much more useful for such purr, purposes.
[He is aware that this is likely to make humans irrationally panic, but considers that it might be a good thing, if said humans are already causing trouble.]
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[She grins at him. Sadly, she's not making that up.]
A little trouble's good for business.
[Which goes for fighting and him making people panic.]
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I do not understand how trouble could be good for biz, business.
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[Considering the events of late, Helen might swear off meat for awhile herself.]
It's free entertainment.
[She grins at that.]
No one likes things to be too boring, ya know?
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I see your point, poin-tuh. My people's computer game-zuh are coding-ing puzz, puzzles. Human video games involve much more violence, len-suh, and I must admit they are much more enjoy, joy-a-bull.
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Quite young, aren't you?
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