CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~

[governorkang]

Several buildings in the City had been completely destroyed during Aang's rampage, but a few had survived relatively unscathed. It had only taken Kang two days to repair the Drunken Dragon; he'd done so by himself, not even waiting for his leg to heal up a bit first.

Usually, he didn't bother lighting any candles or using the fireplace in the tavern unless it was a period when the artificial sun had set. He could see perfectly fine in the dim light. For the celebration, though, he'd thrown the windows open wide, scrounged up every candle he could find, and started up a fire, knowing that human vision wasn't as good as his own. The tables surrounding the stage had been cleaned, as well as the tankards, and the door was propped open. The bozak had even wrestled two of the 60-gallon barrels from the back room into a corner of the main room for easier access, one of cactus juice and one of ale. If more was needed, he was sure he could get someone to help bring out another.

Tess had commandeered the kitchen to make her food, bringing in her own equipment. Kang had been slightly afraid at first that she was going to burn the place down, but nothing had happened yet. She seemed to know what she was doing, even if she'd given him a few scares.

The sunlight glistened on the old sword blade teeth and dinnerplate eyes of the comical-looking wooden dragon grinning above the entrance. Come in, relax, have a drink and a bite to eat!

[OOC note: Both drinks are alcoholic, and the cactus juice has twice the kick of the ale. :D;]

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[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"So you worked for the militia? Didjou retire then?" Isaac did his level best to keep prejudice from showing, but there was no way to keep it entirely secret. He'd run from the militia, been singed by their weapons, seen friends thrown into the cells and tortured. But then being called a 'wunderkind' was familiar. He remember getting praise for his inventions since he was small, offers from the militia to snatch him up as a teenager. It was a fortunate thing Crisis Energy had proved much more tempting. "I'm a freelancer meself. I'm the guy you hire when you've got questions noone else's thought of before."

[thewunderkind]

She laughed. "I guess you could say I retired because my homeworld doesn't exist anymore. Granted it probably would have caused problems, having an ex-Black Hole in Orange Star's troops. It saved me a bit of a headache. But..." She paused. "But it was still kinda home, you'know? I wonder if anyone else I know is in those pods down there." But it wasn't time to think of that. "Anyway, freelancer? That sounds like a good idea actually. You have interesting stories?"

[proffesorcrisis.livejournal.com]

"Quite a few. My last project was giving a Garuda...That's a kind of a, well they're bird-men...back the ability to fly. I was looking for any kind of animal that could fly, when someone sold me some unremarkable looking grubs that turned out to develop into Slake Moths and Jabber are those bad news..." He polished his ale off and wiped off the froth with one of the less important diagrams. "You should try it if you ever get back there." Veteran to relative youngling he said that, although he knew better than to say that out loud.