Tarrlok (
bloodisthicker) wrote in
trusthell2016-03-26 05:08 pm
now listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate
[Another week, another murder, another absolute shitshow. Tarrlok kind of just wants to lock himself in his room for a while, but... well, he volunteered. So... it's definitely going to be much later in the day before a note advising everyone to meet up in the bar for some comfort food is slipped under everyone's door.
At least Tarrlok didn't have to take care of everything alone, though; while he spent most of the time cooking by himself, Speedwagon and Yosuke helped take some delicious pork buns up to set them out across the bar so that everyone could drown their sorrows in stuffing their faces. And, you know, alcohol, maybe that too. There's also some vegetarian stir fry for people who don't like pork, too, of course.
There isn't an official bartender to start out with, but there is live entertainment courtesy of Yosuke, who's strumming his guitar over in the corner there.
Hopefully someone will step up, because lord knows everyone in the Vault needs a drink right now.]
At least Tarrlok didn't have to take care of everything alone, though; while he spent most of the time cooking by himself, Speedwagon and Yosuke helped take some delicious pork buns up to set them out across the bar so that everyone could drown their sorrows in stuffing their faces. And, you know, alcohol, maybe that too. There's also some vegetarian stir fry for people who don't like pork, too, of course.
There isn't an official bartender to start out with, but there is live entertainment courtesy of Yosuke, who's strumming his guitar over in the corner there.
Hopefully someone will step up, because lord knows everyone in the Vault needs a drink right now.]

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So... yes, something soft would be good. Not too soft, mind, but soft enough.
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[But would it have solved anything? Probably not, but it seems to be becoming a thing now...
Clink clink go all the bottles Speedwagon couldn't recognize. Lousy no-name brands give him something he knows!]
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we put a name to that terrible murder... [He picks out a bottle at last. As Tarrlok asked, it's soft, but there's a kick at the end. He hands the man a glass.]
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[...like he's not being accusatory but oh my god did you listen to that fucking mom personality speedwagon]
1/idk
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done!
You make a fair point.
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Maybe next week will just be something reasonably straightforward with no absurd breakdowns at all.
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[....]
Careful, Mister Tarrlok. You wouldn't want to jinx us or anything.
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[He almost wants to laugh a bit... but vampires, and robots, and talking birds were all very real apparently. What's one to do about that?]
Starting to wonder if it's better to just believe in it all now, rather then face it later.