now listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate

[bloodisthicker]

[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.]

Comments

done!

[isafraid]

[...He takes a drink.]

You make a fair point.

[bloodisthicker]

[...Tarrlok also takes a drink.]

Maybe next week will just be something reasonably straightforward with no absurd breakdowns at all.

[isafraid]

We can only hope for that, can't we?

[....]

Careful, Mister Tarrlok. You wouldn't want to jinx us or anything.

[bloodisthicker]

...right, I probably should stop talking right about now, then. Let's... not tempt fate any further.

[isafraid]

....You know, it's a bit of a laugh. Didn't think I'd start to believe in things like that. Being here's done some work on my perception.

[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.