video;

[cons]

[ when Wichita's video cuts on, it's clearly recording from somewhere on the bar, what with the wall of bottles behind her and the lights and the music going on in the background. her mask is off ( but nearby ), because she can't wear her fox face while also wearing her bartending sombrero because of the ears and- well, you understand. but she's got both hands on the bar, not because she needs to hold herself up, but because she wants to be leaning like this. damnit. ]

I'm bored, and this bar is pathetically empty, so here's what we're gonna do.

We're all gonna stop going out into the doomy unknown, and stop getting our asses kicked, and stop worrying about the next big Stupid Thing to ruin our lives- [ lol spoiler: her mask is already ruining her life, what with her paranoia skyrocketing and the recent seeing zombies thing. hence the whole practically living at the bar development. ] - and you're all going to come here, come hang out, have a few drinks, and freaking relax for a while. Alright? That's the plan. That's our next thing.

And it starts right now.

Get your asses down here and order a drink. Dance a little. Meet somebody new, make some stupid decisions that result in good times instead of space horror blahblah. Maybe have some fun, for once. Just an idea!

Unless you're like, under sixteen. Then your order is automatically a space Cola. Which tastes nothing like Coke or Pepsi. Sorry.


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[ryuuzaki]

[His long-sleeved white shirt is oversized, his jeans hang off of his bony hips, his skin is sallow and his hair looks black in the bar's lighting.

His gaze flicks, sidelong, to where her mask rests nearby, then back to her, before he thinks he's caught her attention.]

Exactly what does a "space Cola" taste like?

[Important information. It may not necessarily be his order. In any case, he's well over sixteen--this is a matter of preferences.]

her mask is probably just sitting behind the bar, by the rows of bottles

[cons]

[ ... hmmmm ]

I don't think I know how to describe space Cola. It's just... soda. Pop. Carbonated goodness.

Want me to pour you a glass so you can see for yourself? It's not a big deal if you end up hating it.

[ryuuzaki]

[The suggestion of a smile appears around his mouth; it looks convincing but isn't completely genuine.]

Yes. [A small, definite nod.]

But do you suppose there's space grenadine? Space seltzer water? Space cider, blackcurrant? Ribena, something like that.

[OOC: Ribena is just a currant juice, concentrated or unconcentrated.]

[cons]

We do have grenadine, and we do have seltzer. Not cider or any juice mixers, but the basic bar stuff, yeah.

-- Mm, just name a drink, and I'll see if I can mix it for you.

[ryuuzaki]

[He tilts his head and peers at her. He had been asking about a Shirley Temple, but that's really a drink for children, and he isn't really in the mood for it anyway; it's nice to know that it might be an option in the future.

He doesn't particularly like bars, but like any other popular gathering place, they're a good place to watch people, and a drink will help him look less out of place.]

A virgin strawberry daiquiri. If strawberries are around.

[It needs to look like a drink, but he has no intention of getting even slightly tipsy.

A pause, and he adds, with a carefully considered hint of curiosity,]

You're not wearing your mask.

[Everyone has a mask, except the very newest arrivals, but not everyone has a fox mask. It's a point of interest to him.]

[cons]

Not fresh ones, but we have daiquiri mix. That work?

[ cause she's already reaching for ingredients~ ]

And unfortunately the mask doesn't fit with the hat.

[ POINTS TO THE SOMBRERO ]

I considered cutting holes in the brim but it just felt wrong.

[ryuuzaki]

Yes, it's fine.

[His expression brightens, pleasant and pleased without being an actual smile, and without completely reaching his eyes.]

So you'll leave it off every time you wear the sombrero? It's a shame... they would probably go well together.

[He wonders if it means that she plans to leave the mask off more in the future. From the little he's been able to gather, she's seemed a bit more pleased with hers than some other people--the ones who have suffered obvious ill effects--were with theirs. But he'll try to work the conversation around to that angle, in good time, as she creates the small liquid excuse for his presence in the bar.]

[cons]

Hm! Maybe. [ although now that he's talking about it, her eyes do keep glancing back to where her mask is sitting, and she- maybe she will wear it. hm. once she takes her hat off. maybe later. yeah. she'll wear it later. but now she's moving to the blender, tossing in enough mix and booze to make a few glasses of the stuff, ice to keep it chilled, and blends it. she's got a second glass for herself when she brings it over. ]

How about you, then? Not into the masks?

[ryuuzaki]

[He stands watching her make the drinks with the tip of his index finger set between his teeth, and answers her question when she poses it.]

I wouldn't say that. I'm very fond of mine.

[It was hard to leave it back under his pillow, but he knows it's there, safe, locked away from prying eyes. It had been almost torturous to leave it in the locker during the jump, but since then, he had been able to stay as close to it as he wanted for as long as he wanted, and experiment with going further from it each day, for longer amounts of time.

The only trouble is that seeing other people's masks makes him miss his own. It would be easiest if he could think about it as little as possible, the red and blue of the fox's features on the white surface, the little touches of gold. It would be better not to think about it at all, but--]

However, some people seem unhappy with them. You haven't had any bad experiences?

[He manages to keep his tone airy, impersonal, conversational, as much as it's possible for him. Its relative flatness keeps any notes of hope out.

It seems like a terrible idea to actually wear the mask. Or is it? If some people have no trouble... then, at the very least, it might be worth testing it after all. Maybe. One of these days, depending on how the data falls out. He hopes he can wear it; he doubts he'll be able to.

He settles on trying to remind himself that this daiquiri is his current "mask," and takes a long sip of it.]