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Lord-Governor Kang ([personal profile] governorkang) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-03-16 03:14 am

CEEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES~

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;]

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Victory! Motoko smirked internally, and for once didn't bother keeping it off her face. Her tone was somewhere between condescending and sympathetic as she replied, "I'm not going to get the full experience regardless."

She was here for calories, not comfort. Serious business.

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Sheeana raised a thin eyebrow. "You can't taste?" To someone as sensual (no, not that. usually. perverts.) as her, the attitude of convienent ascetics being able to switch your own sense off brought about was baffling.

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2010-03-18 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can, but anything I neglected to try before cyberization is just chemical analysis," She replied, almost amused at the reaction. Motoko was in an excellent mood, so she continued, "Cyborg food is mostly gluten, with a sample of micro-machines. In its unprocessed form it basically resembles what the ship provides. I eat for maintenance, not fuel."