♤ Network || Log - Raise a Glass

[deal_me_in]

WHO: Cayde-6 and erryone
WHERE: The Deep End (Orange-13 on map)
WHAT: Cayde doesn't like dwelling on negative things so HEY Bar Grand Opening come drink away your sorrows and stress and enjoy company in general
WHEN: 'bout a couple of days after the storm's passed, time flexible thereafter
WARNINGS: N/A will change as necessary
NOTES: Use whatever format you want

[Network - Video]

[The image starts out crooked but the Exo's actively adjusting it before he steps back and gives someone a thumb's up off-screen.]

All right, so good news? Nothing sprung a leak despite prior circumstances, surrounding area's a little damp though, but all in all? Everything's pretty much how I left it. Even got some supposed cyanana booze that's been uh...going through this still since before we left for space. -okay I'm not exactly sure how that might taste? So in the meantime, I've got a backup plan.

[He seems to remember something then, coming up close to the communicator.]

But Cayde, you say, what's all this about anyway? Excellent question! I was so excited I forgot to say. Ahem. So, some of you- a good number, actually, might be aware that I have been in the process of putting together a bar-slash-common gathering area type of hangout...thing. It's pretty much been done, just not stocked- but now that we're finally back from...all that and then some, I've got a selection of fine drinks for your...uh... drinking pleasure. Also some non-alcoholic stuff for the non-drinkers and the under-aged. Oh, and there's tea and coffee too.

[Fishing around in his pocket, he holds up a map he's drawn up, the location circled.]

We're right down here, southeast sector, past the lake- I'm working on getting some kind of a landmark but this place is fresh out of neon signs. Anyway! I'll be around. Come as you please, even if I'm not- don't trip up the stairs, help yourself and uh, don't mind if the fish stare at you.

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Making the network announcement had helped to fully kick his mood back into a semblance of normal. Truth be told, he just wanted to gather up people together, real people, and settle in with an ambiance of more pleasant times and warmer company.

The backdrop of the water-filled courtyard that made up the center of the nest of buildings had been something Cayde had at the time thought whimsical. During the daylight hours the light that filtered through the large window was a wavering green-blue, offset by the small sconces along the wall and a few individual lanterns at tables and flanking the bar area adjacent to the makeshift aquarium.

Cayde had set up the various bottles of drinks he'd acquired from their planetary pit-stop and scavenged from the cafe on a somewhat crooked shelf behind the bar itself. He'd been trying to go for rustic like those Old West saloons but in the middle gave up and just let things shape itself as he found them. The glassware is just as mismatched as the furniture, but everything's clean and ready to be made use of. If there's anything he really wishes he had, it would be an old-fashioned phonograph player or some kind of music source just to drive off the quiet that filled the space when no people did.

Comments

[in_extremis]

That was it, that was the upgrade to the system that almost had Tony stuttering, tongue catching between his teeth instead of dumping out the next thirty words that sprang into his brain and cocking his head with a smiling consideration, not much less intense but less noisy. It's going to take time. Missing these kids growing up was leaving painful bruises in his heart, but it was a gracious gift to see the results.

"Hey," Tony said suddenly, sharp and frowning again, only to demand, "what are you still doing out here? Go on, put Cayde through his paces, I gotta--I gotta get out of here, I promised I would help Jon get stuff down from reasonable shelves, I just remembered. I'll take my old guy stuff with me."

[doubled_speed]

Yeah, patience. That's a strange thing that Tommy had come back with. But he HAD been growing. Or trying to. Tony just gets to experience the results of several years of working at this.

"Need me to walk you out?"

[in_extremis]

It was only a matter of time before Tony was deeply offended by being called old, and Tommy was playing with fire, prompting Tony to ask, "Are you kidding me, you want to push this? You're on thin ice, kid. I'm not decrepit, I'll make it, you better turn this around quick," even as he started a largely aimless wander in the direction of the centre of town, tucking his hands in his pockets and meandering backwards long enough to berate Tommy.

[doubled_speed]

"It isn't your age, dude. It's what this place is."

But he doesn't push. He just stands back and lets Tony go, and if he looks worried, it's for so short of a window of time for the human gaze to catch.