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Who: Varric and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: His bar on the Iskaulit
When: Dec 30th, afternoon

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[There's been a bit of a commotion around one part of the Iskaulit for a few days now. It seems Varric's been putting down the finishing touches. The doors are locked, however, for anyone trying to snoop. A big carved wooden sign above it carries the name Space Bar.

This is the view that greets anyone glancing at the network. Varric clears his throat after a moment and turns the camera around to show his face, grinning like the bastard he is.]

'We want a bar!' the people cried. I could feel their sadness. Their desperation. I felt it deep in my fuzzy chest. [He gently pats his chest hair.] And because I am a generous and upstanding kind of gentleman who cares deeply about the welfare of the people on the Fleet, I have delivered.

[He unlocks the doors and throws them wide open, showing the great dive beyond. Everything is polished though all the furniture has the look of being rustic and handmade. There are plenty of tables to sit at and some mismatched chairs-- all wooden-- as well as the bar from his last broadcast. Each table has its own candle centerpiece and a pack of playing cards. Far in the back, behind another counter and a little gate, is a kitchen made up of various appliances garnished from the last few stops; it has the look of someone improvising.

He does a slow turn so the camera gets everything, then returns the view to his face, with the bar and its shelves of alcohol just behind him.]

We're open from afternoon til late night. Drinks and food are all half-off during happy hour. We've got all sorts of things thanks to our in-house cook. And-- how could I forget? [He grins wider.] For the first month only we're doing a buy two, get one free deal on drinks and appetizers.

So come on in. Have a drink and forget about how much shit we deal with on a daily basis. You're among friends here.

[ooc: The Space Bar is officially open! You're welcome to set logs in it from now on, you don't need permission. People who work there might pop in though. So far I've just got Fenris and Nami down for bartending but please let me know if this changes or your character is interested in what is basically a handwaved job for the most part!]

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[You can bet South will be here yup help break it in. She already streets like she's an old regular,taking one moment to glance over available seating before picking a table in the back, settlong herself down with a beer.]

Varric, you're my new best friend.

[Varric slides into a seat across from her. There's a drink in his hand, but he hasn't touched it.]

And when Crowley opens his bar, are you gonna say the same thing to him?

I don't have to say anything to him; he already knows how I feel. [She smirks as she takes a drink. Neither of them really admits to being friends, even, so whether or not the sentiment is true, it's not going to get said in any case.]

[This is the best news.]

How late is late night exactly? Just out of curiosity.

Three or so? It'll probably depend on the bartender's capacity for bullshit after the midnight hour.

[Fenris will just follow Varric in, avoiding being on the feed because he's not exactly someone could call a 'public face' for anything. He glances around, taking the place in, before grunting softly.

It's a good grunt. ]

I'm impressed, Varric. You've actually done something impressive with the place.

[Varric is nice enough not to shove the camera in his face, too. While Fenris is certainly attractive enough to bring in business if he dressed up (or maybe if he didn't), it's a little bit too close to home for comfort. Fenris is certainly not a slave or some kind of exotic attraction and Varric would never, ever want to make him feel that way.

He's positively beaming at the reception though.]

You say that now, but we haven't even had any vomit in here yet. Give it some time.

[And it's for reasons like that which make Fenris trust Varric implicitly. That he knows he'll never be used.

He huffs out an almost-laugh, folding his arms. ]

I imagine that will start within a day, perhaps two at most.

Enjoy the celebrity while you can, little man. Soon the competition will arrive.

[That's in the most pantomime tone imaginable. Because, hey, they're BOTH making a profit from this, no one loses.

...Well, except maybe the people who spend all their money on booze, but whatever. ]

[Varric chuckles. There's nothing wrong with putting on a show, but everyone who's met Varric knows he's not one to quail in his boots.]

I'd like to see which is more popular: the dive or the club. Maybe if you ask nicely, my cook can find you some fancy cheese to go with that whine.

[Crowley puts a hand to his chest, dramatically. ]

Ouch. Right where it hurt, I shan't ever recover. Not ever.

Still, it would be interesting to see where people's tastes lie here.

[What is so special about a bar. Or an inn. It was were men could get drunk and pick up a whore. Robb has seen that many times.

Yet, the way this man words it makes Robb smile and that is exactly what Varric will hear. A soft, boyish chuckle.]

You are most generous, ser. To provide the planet travellers with an inn.

[He cocks his head.]

Shit? Is this such a place of hardship? [It could not be worse than the smell of full latrines and blood.]

That's home, for me. A warm fire in an inn and a good story.

[For his part, he seems genuine.]

Honestly, the murder count is surprisingly low... but Atroma likes to pull out the childhood trauma bullshit and drag it out for everyone to see. It can get rough sometimes.

It would not be home to me but I can see the appeal.

[To him home would be Winterfell. And the entire problem is that Winterfell is gone.]

What do you mean by that, ser? You speak as if they know of things they should not know of. [And yes, that is alarming. Because he likes to leave such things to himself. No one has to know about the faults of the king in the north.]

[ she may or may not be giggling while watching the dramatic reveal of the bar, but it's a good kind of giggling! ]

You have been quite busy it seems. Have you been working on this since your return?

Edited 2016-01-06 17:51 (UTC)

Yep. It's always been a dream of mine to own the local dive, but the bastards refused to sell it to me. So I had to make due.

[He rubs his stubble.]

I imagine it won't be long before the place is covered in stale vomit and piss. Then it'll be just like home.

[ despite her best efforts, lioriley ends up making a face - nose crinkled, leylines flickering. is he joking? ]

I cannot imagine that smells very good. Do you truly anticipate such things?

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