Welp We're Here and That's What Matters

[ahelpingpaw]

[Perhaps it's tradition by now, he doesn't know. Still, he does send a note to everyone some time after the trial. Simple and to the point:]

Because everything on this ship is awful, I think a drink is needed. Come get some at the bar, it'll do you some good as long as you don't drink too much

Filbo (pawprint)

[Indeed, if you come to the bar you'll find there's one of everything. Filbo seems to have asked literally every drink he knows or has at least heard about, and lined them up from the most mellow to the strongest. There's one of each, so it's limited, take yours before it's gone! Or...ask Jimmy Buffett for more, he's right there.

Should he be encouraging drinking? He's not completely certain, but he had to do something! And this is as good as anything -- not festive because this is no time to be festive, but also social enough to encourage coming.

This will do.]

Comments

[queceracera]

[Scott visibly opens his mouth like he's going to say something and then seems to think better of it. It's probably better not to mention that if they were supposed to go against the rules, it would've happened already. That's the kind of thing these people think is weird and he just doesn't feel like explaining today.]

Yeah. Rules are made to be broken and all.

[scouserer]

[Listen, getting Meta has Consequences! It breaks the flow of fate! Constantine's not one to question it.]

That's the spirit. 'cept when breaking those rules ends up killing you, then that's just a waste of energy. Like when the Captain--

[Constantine looks like he's about to say something, but then he stops suddenly, peering at Scott.]

--wait, whatever happened to that song you were going to write for Jack?