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ph_logs2024-03-25 02:31 pm
crushed_pearls) wrote in ph_logs2024-03-25 02:31 pm
The Old Fashioned Is Commonly Held To Have Been Invented In 1880
Who: Erin Peters and YOU
What: Settling in, dealing with things, making friends
When: Late March
Where: Oak & Iron, the woods, around
Warnings: Discussion of death & the ethics of suicide, trauma, whatever you bring with you
Gallery Style | Oak & Iron
Oak & Iron undergoes a few renovations, just a couple days' worth, to expand the bar area and add labels in Braille (thanks Gerry). When they're done, Pumpkin Hollow has a new bartender, a winged lass in a blindfold wreathed in the scents of sex and gunpowder. She quickly picks up a reputation for almost prescient service; good suggestions for drinks, never leaving a glass empty long, and a firm hand for when you're cut off. Though every now and again there's an odd dance where someone isn't cut off and instead drinks enough to, not to put too fine a point on it, fucking die - except they don't die, and instead just get normal drunk.
A rather extensive cocktail menu manifests too (thanks Magne, with your working eyes). It's cut up into various flavors, with the ingredients clearly laid out (thanks Max Maximum, with your knowledge of food allergies), but at the tail end of the menu is a change in theme; two sections labeled by nation instead of flavor. The countries in question are Gallery, and Japan.
Gangster Style | The Woods
Here's the needle Erin has to thread: she can't overload herself socially, but she also can't listen to the urge to isolate. So one day she goes out into the woods just at the edge of town and digs a pair of graves in the soft soil, leaving the dirt in a huge pile off to the side. You might find her out here, just laying in one, trying to listen to the sounds of the forest, but if she knows you, well, you might have been invited. "Six feet deep, best rest you'll get."
Tourist Style | Wildcard
Come get your bird lady.
What: Settling in, dealing with things, making friends
When: Late March
Where: Oak & Iron, the woods, around
Warnings: Discussion of death & the ethics of suicide, trauma, whatever you bring with you
Gallery Style | Oak & Iron
Oak & Iron undergoes a few renovations, just a couple days' worth, to expand the bar area and add labels in Braille (thanks Gerry). When they're done, Pumpkin Hollow has a new bartender, a winged lass in a blindfold wreathed in the scents of sex and gunpowder. She quickly picks up a reputation for almost prescient service; good suggestions for drinks, never leaving a glass empty long, and a firm hand for when you're cut off. Though every now and again there's an odd dance where someone isn't cut off and instead drinks enough to, not to put too fine a point on it, fucking die - except they don't die, and instead just get normal drunk.
A rather extensive cocktail menu manifests too (thanks Magne, with your working eyes). It's cut up into various flavors, with the ingredients clearly laid out (thanks Max Maximum, with your knowledge of food allergies), but at the tail end of the menu is a change in theme; two sections labeled by nation instead of flavor. The countries in question are Gallery, and Japan.
Gangster Style | The Woods
Here's the needle Erin has to thread: she can't overload herself socially, but she also can't listen to the urge to isolate. So one day she goes out into the woods just at the edge of town and digs a pair of graves in the soft soil, leaving the dirt in a huge pile off to the side. You might find her out here, just laying in one, trying to listen to the sounds of the forest, but if she knows you, well, you might have been invited. "Six feet deep, best rest you'll get."
Tourist Style | Wildcard
Come get your bird lady.
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It takes César a pause to process those, because: |... huh, they're named differently in my world. Dragon Ball and Saint Sacred were popular in Latin America. Phoenix Ikki made an impression on me. And then I got interested in the futuristic stuff. Which may or may not have influenced my entire career?|
Saint Seiya, for those not in GenRex-verse.
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Also, now he looks uncomfortable. |... I usually prefer killing as a last resort.|
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|People'll tell you, killing doesn't solve anything. Cycle of violence and all that, but you know what? It doesn't work out that way. You can solve an astonishing number of problems by making a person go away, and I've got a long, long list of people who need to go away. People who hurt, and are hurting, the ones I love. People who make life worse. People who got their chance and doubled down.|
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But it all keeps cycling back to Magne telling him that she'd rather be dead than end up in prison again. And how he killed ZAG-RS without hesitation to save the world.
|... if killing the people on the list saves more lives than it takes, I'll consider it. But it's not a decision I'd prefer to make on a whim without knowing a lot more information.|
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Various conversations with Magne pop into his mind. They remain unmentioned.
Wrap?
Wrap!