Tavern log. Yep.

[governorkang]

Most of the recently-awakened people had probably heard of the Drunken Dragon tavern within a few days of getting accustomed to the ship. Some had already visited it, and a few had probably even become regulars already.

As usual, the door was open, and Kang and his helpers were there, refilling drinks and being sociable.

The stage was free for anyone that wanted to share a story, sing a song, or play an instrument, and it was more than welcomed, for what's a tavern without some form of entertainment?

[OOC: If your character wants to speak to a tavern person in particular (Kang, Kaylee, Nima or Kali), just make a note of it in your tag. Threads here can pretty much cover any time from the most recent podpop to just after Happy Happy Fun World; backtagging is our friend in T9. :D

Newbies, please make sure to read the tavern link! It's got all the info on the setting, available drinks, etc.]

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Visiting Kang

[linsha-majere.livejournal.com]

Linsha and Lord Bight entered the tavern.

"Thank you for showing me the way here," Linsha smiled to Lord Bight. "I'm sure I'll learn to find interesting places myself soon, but so far I'm not too familiar with the landscape."

She noticed Kang and went straight to him.

"Glad to see you Lord... sorry, Kang", she smiled, a bit embarrassed, "Lord Bight was so nice as to show me the way to your wonderful Tavern, so here I am to talk about weapons training. But first of all, could I have a mug of apple cider?"

[governorkang]

Well, Kang was pretty easy to notice on a ship full of mostly humans. He nodded and smiled, "Certainly. It was about time I took a break anyways." Disappearing into the back room for a moment, he came back out with two mugs, handing one over to Linsha.

"Just find an open seat. Shouldn't be too difficult this early in the evening." He turned to Bight, "And for you?"

Open to anyone!

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

Well. One podpop, one definitely new pal! But no Gundam Fighters. Still on a spaceship that had no problem lurking inside her head and owned by people who definitely saw her and everyone else as too. On the other hand... great shore leave!

She was looking for a good time and hanging out more than a drink just now, but she'd probably head to the bar soon enough. She'd never been allowed booze as Ensign Beardsley of Neo-Sweden, after all. Nobody'd stop her now.

[kungfu-sexnun.livejournal.com]

Some people might even help her with that!

"Hi! Can I get you anything?"

Nima drops from the rafter over the bar, where she'd been carefully dusting around the very few spiders (and other beneficial space insects) that had managed to settle into the inn.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"Hey Allenby!" Jr. called from nearby, sitting at a table a few feet away. He sent her a quick wave to catch her sight when he called to her. He didn't really know what sort of mingler Allenby was (even though she was at the tavern, so that was always a good sign!), so this was as good a time as any to find out!

Kang.

[skyboundmisfit.livejournal.com]

A hawk glides in through the open front door at an opportune moment and settles with a clatter on the bartop. It pauses there, preening under one wing for a moment. He'd heard about Kang (mostly bad stuff) from Marco, and now was curious to get a feel for the man himself. He peered up at Kang, cocked his head to one side.

< I'll have a Big Mac, chocolate shake, and an apple pie, please. > A pause.

< Oh yeah. And a Happy Meal with extra Happy. >

[governorkang]

Thanks to Stacy shenanigans, Kang had no idea who the hawk was or what it could do. He was used to talking/telepathic animals, and other odd things, though; after several months of life on the ship, most things didn't faze you anymore.

He snorted at the joke, smiling, "We only serve Whoppers here."

Open to anyone

[splendid_roman]

There was a pub. On a spaceship. Now Ian had seen everything. The pub even looked like a proper old fashioned pub. Well, mostly, but he was on a spaceship filled with all sorts of species after all.

It was hard, sometimes to remember that the world had been destroyed. The spaceship was amazing, shore leave had been fun and no one had tried to kill or capture him. It felt like a holiday after life on the TARDIS.

He'd got himself an ale and took it over to the mural to look at it more closely.

Re: Open to anyone

[kungfu-sexnun.livejournal.com]

Hello handsome. A young woman with some very visible tattoos drops down from the rafters to Ian's side, accompanied by a strong breeze.

"How do you like it?"

She could mean the mural, or the ale. Or both.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

When she'd collected a mug of ale of her own from the bar, Elisa joined Ian next to the mural. She still found it difficult, at times, to wrap her head around the enormity of what had brought them to Stacy, but she'd settled in well, thanks to Goliath's steady presence and her own ability to take the seemingly impossible in her stride. She hoped that Ian - who she hadn't actually seen since the day of they'd left the pods - could say the same.

"Hey," she said, giving him a warm smile, "How are you settling in?"

Re: Open to anyone

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"You look new." Howard sidles up, feigning some interest in the mural, although really he's just measuring up the new guy. He hasn't gotten to meet all the new crew yet, and he's trying to at least get the names and faces of the fresh blood down. "You show up at the tavern for something to do or for the booze?"

ooopen?

[fattynoparents]

Somehow, in her neverending quest to avoid overbearing robot babysitters, Chell had managed to get herself a little lost in the City. It wasn't a place she frequented often--sure, she'd done her fair share of exploring, but this part of Stacy was big, and it was very easy to get turned around if one didn't know where they were going.

Which she did not. That was often the problem with aimless wandering, after all.

Chell would not be daunted, however, and being of the curious type, took to sticking her nose into places it probably shouldn't have been. She had no idea what kind of establishment this "Drunken Dragon" was, but that was all the more reason to peek her head in the door and find out.

[greenmateria.livejournal.com]

Aerith had managed to also get herself a bit lost, and at the sight of the 'Drunken Dragon' she paused. She wasn't a drinker really, but she didn't really mind any kind of drinking establishment. They couldn't be any worse than the places from where she grew up.

It seemed like there were quite a few people inside, and she certainly was curious enough to go in.

However, she almost ran into a woman on her way in, jerking to a stop moments before making contact. Taking a few steps back, she laughed. "Oh I'm sorry! I guess I got distracted, I didn't mean to almost plow you down."

[bonnypiperlad]

Over at one of the tables is Jamie, sitting in what should be a relaxed sort of manner, with his feet propped up in one of the spare chairs. Although there's a tankard of ale in front of him, he doesn't appear particularly relaxed. In fact, he seems more confused then anything. He has a fairly thick-looking book - an actual book, not one of the datapads - in front of him, and a distinctly puzzled look on his face as he studies it.

That, however, disappears as he happens to glance up and spot Chell in the doorway, replaced by a rather more pleased expression as he catches sight of an at least somewhat familiar face. He lifts a hand, waving it to get her attention. "Hey! Over here!"

[Open]

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

With the notable exception of the trip to Happy Happy Fun World - an experience that she wouldn't be forgetting any time soon - Elisa had spent the time since her podpop trying to learn everything that she could about the ship and the war that they were fighting. The media library had filled in the gaps in what Goliath had told her, but there were still too many holes in her knowledge - in everyone's knowledge - for Elisa's liking.

She headed to the tavern for both recreation and research. A conversation with the right person could provide her with facts that hadn't made it into the archives or rumours that would be useful to keep in mind. And, even if that hadn't been the case, there were plenty of unfamiliar faces on the ship. She'd like to put a name to as many of them as possible.

In Manhattan, she'd had contacts and shortcuts and everything else that a diligent detective accumulated over the years. She was starting from scratch on Stacy and the tavern was the sort of social hub that any cop worth their salt would be drawn to.

Re: [Open]

[gunspluscells.livejournal.com]

Aya already had found herself seated at one of the stools at the side of the bar, nursing what was deemed the "house special." She didn't like getting drunk - on the contrary, besides the odd glass of wine with a meal she rarely drunk the stuff. That isn't to say that she didn't enjoy it, and the alcohol in a strange way, reminder her back of home. It definitely was a lot more human than Stacy's slop anyway.

Though she seemed relaxed, Aya was diligently taking down notes or looking something up on her omnicomm in between sips. Looks like someone else was doing some information gathering in the tavern.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey Elisa!" Jr. was on his feet and moving about. He hadn't seen her since she first woke up, but she had appeared to be taking things well enough. Plus, she was even open to enlightening him a little on where she came from (so many people were from Earth! Hearing it wasn't surprising to him anymore, but the thirst to hear first hand accounts was probably something that'd never go away.) "How're you doing? Settling in okay?"

Open to /Everyone/

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

To some degree the place was almost a sight for sore eyes; the medieval design was certainly a vaguely familiar one, not that Ankh was really one for nostalgia. Still, it was interesting how hung up on the era certain beings or people seemed to be.

Ankh wasn't there for drinking or socializing very much though. When he warily stepped into the tavern, looking left and right at the setting and the patrons, it was strictly for information gathering purposes and nothing more. Hell he wasn't even sure if alcohol even affected him properly.

Re: Open to /Everyone/

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"You look like you're here for the same reasons I am," Howard says, drumming his fingers on his mug of water. Generally people don't hang out in the tavern without a drink or company except to listen in.

Howard's not that afraid of Ankh in this context - he knows if things get violent, the tavern staff will intervene. Even so, he's ready to hide under a table as he pushes Ankh's buttons.

Open

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Though Howard doesn't have much free time between dragging abandoned objects through the city and his shifts at Med Bay, he does make an effort to show up at the tavern every once in a while to inconspicuously eavesdrop and more conspicuously drink water instead of alcohol. It's the best hub for gossip, and Howard likes to have his finger on the general pulse of the ship.

He sits at one of the wooden tables off to the side, chewing a hangnail, nursing a mug of water and listening for any interesting news.

Re: Open

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Kari clatters into a chair across from him and shoves a giant mug full of mead at him, "Drink up. Put some meat on your bones, you skinny bastard."

She doesn't even bother with a normal, polite greeting and a moment later, she's guzzling her own mugful. Good times.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"Is that water?" Jr. pointed curiously at Howard's mug. "Somehow you don't seem like the straight-up vodka kind of guy for that to be vodka."

so srsly late (Open, at the bar area)

[becoming-more.livejournal.com]

Well, all confusing decor aside, she's fairly sure this place-- a 'tavenn'?-- serves alcohol.

"I don't suppose they have any fellip nectar," Aeryn mutters to herself, sliding onto an unoccupied stool. She looks worn out. What with fighter training, keeping track of Crichton and his frelled-up head, and all the things there are to learn about this ship, this universe, and this war-- she thinks she has a right to be.

She could really use a drink.

[bonnypiperlad]

"What's fellip nectar?" The question's coming from slightly behind Aeryn, although the speaker - a young man in a kilt - appears next to her a moment later, setting his own tankard on the bar for a refill. He turns to look at the woman, then blinks in recognition. Misplaced, in this case, but he doesn't know that yet.

"Oh, Vala! I'd not realized it was ye." She doesn't look quite the same as he remembers from their first meeting, though, and he peers at her to try and figure out what why that is. "Did ye do something different with your hair?"

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

"Fellip nectar?" echoed Elisa, catching the end of Aeryn's statement as she crossed over to the bar to get herself a drink. "I don't know. You might be lucky."

Although the woman appeared human at first glance, Elisa had been around non humans long enough - and on the ship long enough - to know that it was important not to judge by appearances. Even if she was human, it wasn't likely that she was from the version of Earth that Elisa called home. Maybe fellip nectar was a common beverage in her world and Stacy had catered accordingly.