♤ Network || Log - Raise a Glass

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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.

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Wandering over, Echo laughs under his breath at the Exo's antics. Normally he tries to keep a straight face, but this excursion is an exception after what they've been through.

"All right, you had your fun," he then says, crossing his arms loosely over his chest.

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"What, I thought we discussed my finder's fee?" Cayde says casually as he gives the gun a once-over. Just a little dusty, but it seems like everything's in order. He lifts it, siting a chunk of rock perched atop what remains of a wall, and squeezes the trigger in testing.

It may not be as satisfying as a bullet, but there's something to the 'pew!' and the scorched bits of rock flying that make it so. Grinning over at Echo, he finally tosses the blaster over. "Still works!"

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Echo snorts, holding up a finger. "I never agreed to that." If it sounds like he's smirking as he says that, he most likely is.

But it's good to see it works, even if it means one bolt less than before. His arms unfold so that he can catch the blaster, the grab clean as he lifts and inspects it himself. "I'd be worried if it didn't." The helmet looks Cayde's way once he's finished. "Thanks for the help, the both of you."

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Strolling back over towards the clone, the Exo shrugs. "Never know. All that rain, the run-off and the dirt and stuff around here," he points out, like he's done a favor by testing the thing.

"Eh, no problem. Try not to lose it again, huh? Or next time I might just claim it if I find it." He grins. "I should get back to the bar before someone blows it up. You good or what?"

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The helmet tilts slightly in thought. "...Yeah, that's true. But I'm gonna have to dig around for other items so that I can do maintenance work on it." Hopefully it's not too hard to come across things like that.

Echo huffs a sigh, resting the barrel of the blaster in the crook of his arm. "When you put it that way, I won't let this out of my sight now." A shrug. "But yeah. I'm good. You getting back to the bar would be a good idea."

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"Think that Cal kid has some kinda salvage place set up in the northwestern part of the city," Cayde suggests. "Might check there first."

Nodding, he motions to Sundance, the little Ghost vanishing in a sparkle of light. "All right then. See you around, soldier," the Exo says, giving Echo something of a salute as he turns and begins to head back in the direction they'd come.

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Echo considers this. "Good to know. I'll try to stop by sometime." Maybe later on, when things aren't as awkward.

As Cayde turns, he salutes back out of habit; not as casual, yet not at rigid as it usually goes when he salutes his commanding officers, biting back the urge to add 'sir' to end the outing. Still, it's kind of nice to keep it in play, if just to maintain that normalcy for himself.

He'll come back to the bar another time.