Jun spent the dawn terrifying the operative who'd been spying on her in the night. She'd dropped trash, passed close enough brush his shoulders, and fiddled with sound. He'd been thoroughly spooked by the time she'd finished harassing him ( Read more... )

Previously...It's a muggy night as rain had pounded the neighborhood, steadily, for most of the day ( Read more... )

The floor thumps beneath Jun's feet. A good baseline, fast like some dancing person's heart rate and a low-level buzz that's all sorts of pleasing. Jun can imagine the 'ka-ching' of the cash registers. Drinks are being poured, snacks are being served, and the J is bringing in money ( Read more... )

Any day that doesn't involve hunting vampires or chopping off the heads of dead bodies, then burning them ( Read more... )

Please remember that players can see this, but characters cannot. In other words, please respect the fourth wall.

Jun came out of her office and gave the sous chef the rest of the shift off.

She tied on an apron without asking where she was needed.
She chopped onions and wept.

Continued from here.

Continued over here.

In the summer, true night falls right when serious partyers are readying themselves to see and be seen.

As the owner of the J on the eve of its first night of full service since the fire, Jun tries not to take special care of the place. Ainur is at the helm ( Read more... )

Dr. Totenkoph gave me one of his special time-space devices.

Jinpei and I have hit a snag during closing.

I can't get a mortgage. Not even a hundred-fifteen year one. They want all the money up front.

I can't give them the kind of cash they want without causing myself more problems.

In Jun's experience, "Never trust a skinny chef" isn't good advice. They don't come much thinner than Jinpei and he is a great cook. When it comes to bartending, Jun learned from a guy who poured great drinks and credited his liberal sampling of his product to his nearly mystical affinity for mixed drinks and perfect pours ( Read more... )

At the Snack J, Jun decided to keep the kitchen closed. She posted a 'bring your own drink" sign and charged a modest 'cork' fee. With the doors open to the sidewalk, and the flavor of the music flowing through the open space, the Snack J gathered part of Utoland's resilient, pensive, ironic but celebratory spirit within its walls ( Read more... )

That would be me! Just Jun ( Read more... )