drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

[sylphystia]

Who: Everyone's welcome!
Broadcast: No
Action: Málum, Crowley's bar on the Iskaulit
When: The latter half of March, until they leave the system.

[Though there are 'dry bars' down on the water planet, Crowley's bar is still open. Even the apocalypse couldn't close this thing. Whether you're angsting over something you got from home or you just DON'T TRUST THE OCEAN, there is a leather seat at Málum waiting for you.]

Comments

[sylphystia]

[Dezel hasn't forgotten about his work. And honestly, after that thing he got in the temple? He's sure he doesn't want to traipse around ruins ever again. So he's throwing himself back into his work. He's never done it for the money, not really, but for the distraction; Dezel is the kind of guy who only seems passionate when it comes to hobbies. And that means... cooking.

Today is a little special, though. He's trying some new recipes. There are free samples in little paper cups. They appear to be bits of handmade bread with some kind of pesto dip. It's delicious! Other new dishes include a tomato and a bunch of dots, whatever the fuck this is, and some variation of poutine that's entirely in a tonka truck for no reason.

For those without resonance, they won't be able to see him-- but they can certainly see floating food and more behind the bar. Sometimes he helps make drinks, too, which is even weirder.

After his shift is over, he hangs around for a while with an entire bottle of dark rum. There might not appear to be anyone sitting in that seat but don't you dare try to take it.]

[notzubats]

[ Sora's too young to drink, but don't think that'll stop him from visiting Dezel. Especially if it means he can get out of another trip to the ruins. It was fun the first couple times, but the amount of times Sorey and Mikleo want to go are a bit...yeah.

Either way, he's sitting on a bar stool, swinging his legs slightly as he watches Dezel make his newest creations. He's on this third free sample. ]

Is it...avocado pudding?

[Yeah. He's taken to just randomly guessing whatever that one is]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel is happy for the company, and it's not like Crowley kicks out minors. He's got a really good non-alcoholic menu that... Dezel is getting some serious practice on.

He looks up from making another weird green thing.]

Fruit puree reduction blended with matcha sorbet, garnished with basil leaves and minced fruit.

[Obviously.]

[notzubats]

[Yeah Sora understood about half those words. So dryly]

Oh. 'Course. Obviously.

[sylphystia]

It's good.

[He sets one in front of Sora, smiling faintly from beneath the shadow of his hat.]

Here, on me. You need to eat something besides bread after all.

[notzubats]

Really? Thanks!

[He'll grab a spoon and sit up straighter, always happen to try a new food of Dezels. ]

- Hey! This is good!

[sylphystia]

[If it passes the Sora test, then he knows it's edible, and that's... okay, so it's not a high standard. But Sora has his likes and dislikes as much as anyone, and he'd certainly say something if it tasted off to him in any way.]

It's not too sweet?

[notzubats]

Hmmmm...

[look at him, actually giving some thought to it]

It's a little strong with the sweetness, but I think it's supposed to be? I dunno.

[Sora wasn't exactly picky though]

[sylphystia]

More green apple for tartness. It's a minor adjustment.

[He'll just add another apple while blending the fruit, it's no big deal.]

Thanks. It's good to get multiple opinions on something.

[notzubats]

Yeah, that should work!

[He was no expert on cooking, but when you sit and watch Dezel cook as many times as Sora did, you start to learn things]

Of course! Is this gonna be a new dish served here?

[wolfehawke]

Did you make these up or did our illustrious leader put you up to this ridiculousness?

[Adalwolfe rolls an empty tonka truck along with bar with one finger, having long since devoured the drippy fries on his lunch break. With a flick of his wrist, he sends it rattling down the counter to bump Dezel's arm. It's easier to do these things now that he can actually see the spirit.]

[sylphystia]

A couple of them are from a cookbook. The toy truck was his idea, though.

[It bumps his arm and he just kind of... stares down at it. He should be offended, but he's really not. Adalwolfe is a good dude.

He settles his fingers on it, then sends the toy right back down the counter-- and this time, it does some excellent swerves to avoid some glasses.

He's a showoff.]

[wolfehawke]

[Oh, well, if we're doing magic...

The truck stops before it reaches him, does a three point turn, and then pops up on its back tires and speeds off the counter in an epic jump onto the floor, tires squealing before it rockets off again to dodge table legs.]

I can't complain about the taste, everything is delicious, I just don't see why he feels the need to dress it up with silly gimmicks.

[Drools, who had been dozing in a corner, perks up at the sound of the truck at floor level and immediately hauls himself to his feet to chase it.]

[sylphystia]

[He arches an eyebrow invisibly beneath his hat. Well then. That was almost impressive, but Dezel doesn't give out idle compliments.]

My guess is that it differentiates us from the people across the hall. They have the same alcohol we do, or at least it tasted the same when I tried it.

Typical business practice.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix isn't interested in Dezel's run. He's far more of a bourbon and wine man, though not at the same time, obviously, and he's settled himself into a corner booth with a glass of the former and a book. Now, Felix has always been a fixture at Málum, so that wouldn't normally raise any eyebrows. What might is the fact that he's literally been living here since the fleet landed, for lack of a better word, on the planet. Not that he or Crowley have stopped to explain or apologize.

He glances over at Dezel, attributing the slight blur around him to either the drinks or the lighting.]

You're still here?

[sylphystia]

[Not like Dezel cares. If someone wants to live in the bar, then they can, so long as Crowley's okay with it. Dezel's only possessive of his food; he couldn't give a damn about anything else, and he's not paid to.]

I'm not working now.

[He lifts his bottle of rum as if that explains everything.]

... I didn't know you could see me.

[lord_wizard]

Clearly not, though no one would stop you from taking that bottle somewhere else if you were so inclined, especially after you've spent part of your day here already.

[He gives Dezel a skeptical look, wondering if the man is joking. Felix has a terrible habit, likely leftover from the Mirador, of mentally filing the people who work at the bar under 'the help' and largely ignoring their existence unless they speak to him first.]

Of course I can see you, you've been in and out of the kitchen all afternoon.

[expellerhead]

[......okay he was expecting a salad, not like, whatever this is.

looks like there's no bartender, and this late at night there aren't really any servers so aizawa sighs deeply, picks up his plate and y'know what, heads to the kitchen himself. pushes his way in holding the plate.]

Hey, look, this is really artistic and the...turtle chia-pet bowl is a nice touch, but I'd like more of this only all at once. Can I get five of these on just one plate-like thing?

[sylphystia]

[Dezel whirls around as some loser shoves his way into his territory. Oh, he heard that, but...]

Employees only. Get out.

[He reaches out to place a hand on Aizawa's chest and push him back while his other hand grabs the plate. He doesn't care if Aizawa can or can't hear him. That should be enough to deter him from trespassing further-- he's not being violent, not yet.]

[expellerhead]

[whAT THE FUCK IS PUSHING HIM

aizawa drops that plate and it floats, but he slaps away whatever's against his chest, leaning back with his hands up and ready to block or punch. WHO IS THAT. WHO'S THERE. he's got his eyes on but it's not like he knows what to look at.]