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;]

Comments

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh! So Pock-kit be smahrrrt? Is Nurrrrd?" So curious. So blasted curious...

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

"I am unfamiliar with this word, 'nurd'," Spock replied cautiously.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee. Nurrrd. It mean yeu is smahrrrrt ahn-d yeu kno-w 'lots."

Chitter. He doesn't insult folk unless he thinks they deserve it.

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

"A slang term perhaps?" The corners of his mouth tilted down slightly as he considered this. "Illogical, as all slang is."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Now it's his turn to be word-confused.

"Suh-lan-g? Wha-t tha-t be?"

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

"Slang is a word or term which is informal or colloquial to a given culture."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee? Rrrr-enne noh un-derrr-stahnd."

His English you see, is quite dismal and in need of work. His vocabulary? Really not all that impressive.

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

Spock's vocabulary, being exceptional, was making it difficult for him to explain what he meant. "Informal, familiar conversation," he attempted.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee? Rrrr-enne noh..." Wait. Ear-twitch.

"Fuh-mill-lerrr. Li-ke wi-th krrrit-terrr yeu kno-w?" Alas, Spock, yes, ya gotta break it down.

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

"That is correct," Spock said. Well, it was sort of the basic idea, anyway.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Oooh. Pock-kit noh do tha-t?"

Chitter. Here, the oddity leans forward a bit, kind of to try and offer a wee nuzzle. He's quite psi-dead so he can't go and mind-invade.

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

"I... do not possess the necessary familiarity," Spock said.

He froze just a little when the creature nuzzled him, but he did not experience any telepathic undercurrents. Most unusual.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee. Pock-kit noh go-t frrrien-d?"

Squeak-chitter. Ears twitching, the oddity's skin flashes a kind of saddened indigo-blue.

[nerve-pincher.livejournal.com]

"Ah. I do not refer to friendship, merely familiarity with words."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee."

Another chirp. The ears flick forward, then back again and his skin? Oh, it goes absolutely wild in flashes of ocean-blues, teal-almost-greens and a touch of sunset-fuchisa.

"Bu-t...Eee. Pock-kit noh nee-d be ah-lone."