Happy Hour!

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo's been trying to come to Milliways more often, now that he's been reminded of its existence, and it seems that today, the Bar's decided to help encourage that.

Specials:
Order in haiku
and your first drink will be free;
other verse, half off.

(dactylic hexameter
will get you free drinks all day)...what, you expected anything less from the

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[forgottenmotley]

Verse and fools, or at least this fool, go well together. So do free drinks.

He sits at the bar and smiles at the god briefly, looking all marvelous in his tattered suit and motley colors.

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo returns the smile. "Can I get you anything?"
Of course, it takes some people a while to prepare their drink-ordering verse.

[forgottenmotley]

"What are you?" he asks first. That is the important thing after all.

[iamso_awesome]

"A god," Apollo says, "but not in the business of doing anything underhanded to people's food."
Besides, at the moment that would definitely count as business in the bar.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae had intended just to go to a table and sell her baked goods as usual, but the challenge on the day's Special's board catches the red-head's interest.

It's the bookish baker's kind of challenge, though it's been years since she's been in school, longer since she'd thought about poetic meters. Still, nothing to lose by trying it out. Dactylic hexameter, huh?

After a moment, she smiles at the bartender and tries out, "I'd like a cup of green tea 'cause I'm tired and I need the caffeine, please."

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo grins. "Very nicely done. One green tea coming right up."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae looks pleased with herself, taking a seat at the bar. "At least it's proof that I did actually remember something from high school," she grins.

Her tray is set nearby, covered in various baked goods, deliciously fragrant and fresh from the oven. There are pieces of rich chocolate cake as deep and dark as sin; crunchy, gooey caramel concoctions set on wax paper so the caramel won't stick once it's cooled down; a pyramid of lemon-strawberry squares dusted ever so lightly with powdered sugar; a group of baked goods seemingly spun out of a multitude of different kinds of chocolate; as well as a collection of warm, gooey cinnamon rolls each roughly the size of a human skull.

[iamso_awesome]

"It's not one that enough people know, these days." Okay, maybe it's not as intuitive to English as it is to Greek, but that's beside the point.
Then the baked goods catch his eye. "--Okay, I have to ask, how'd you get the cinnamon rolls that big without completely blackening them on the outside?"

[starrydome]

Elrond studies the board. The word 'haiku' scans as something familiar, the kind of nature poem elven children spends a full sunround with, honing their power of observation while at the same time practicing spelling and calligraphy.

It seems like a lifetime ago. Mostly because it is.

He smiles at the barkeep. "Out the rain falls hard | inside I long for warmth | tea will be a start."

He does look a bit damp.

[iamso_awesome]

"You got it. Did you have a particular kind of tea in mind?"
Hey, however you get to haiku, it's all good.

[starrydome]

"A herbal tea, perhaps heart's ease and peppermint?"

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo nods, and starts getting it ready. "Not a problem."

[a1enzo]

"What's dactylic hexameter?"

Poetry is not exactly the Guardian Academy's primary focus.

[iamso_awesome]

"Form of poetic meter," Apollo says. "Six emphasized syllables to a line, usually two more syllables between one stressed syllable and the next."
And since it's a hard thing to explain, he rattles off an example (that the typist mortal is not skilled enough to make up).

[a1enzo]

"Huh."

"Does it have to rhyme, too?"

[iamso_awesome]

"Not necessarily. The meter's the important thing, and hard enough to get right in English anyway."
Which is probably why it never caught on with English poets. But that doesn't mean Apollo has to like iambic pentameter very much.