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unknownseas2021-02-20 08:28 pm
ltcommandroid) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-20 08:28 pm
it is a funeral.
[Well. That was certainly something.
Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]
Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.
- Data
[Everybody likes ice cream!
There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]
Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]
Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.
- Data
[Everybody likes ice cream!
There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]
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[Constantine shrugs, tucking his hands into his pockets.]
I dunno how magic works in this world, but there's always a small chance that these spirits are still lingering. Frankly, I doubt anything will happen, but...we don't really have any other options, really. May as well try what we know.
[He slows as he approaches the bar. Constantine does a grand, sweeping gesture with his arms towards animatronic Jimmy Buffett, who waves at them both.]
Well! It seems as though we've finally arrived in Margaritaville. What will it be for you, then, love?
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[Anyway! Plumeria manages the slightest laugh at the waving animatronic before going to take a seat. Come on, you take one too.]
I admit that my experience with alcohol is limited...but... [Plumeria thinks for a moment...before looking the animatronic dead in the eyes and saying,] Something as dry and bitter as my sense of humor, if you would.
[plum you dramatic bitch]
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[Constantine thinks for a moment, scratching his chin and mulling over his options. He snaps his fingers, gesturing towards Jimmy Buffett.]
Oi, Jimmy! Give her a Bensonhurst, will you? As for me, I'll be havin' a whiskey sour.
[Jimmy nods, then begins whipping up the appropriate drinks. Constantine slumps down in a barstool, leaning against the countertop.]
Dry and bitter, as you requested. Anything with vermouth should be good to your tastes.