[OPEN] (Yay for something cheerful)

[inthejunk]

Who:Anyone and everyone. Barflies, musicians, employees, friends, people looking for a public toilet, whoever!
When:Tonight
Where:The Cat's Eye (Bar & Bistro, hold the gourmet)
Summary:It's Tuesday Night Music Club, guys. Musicians, poets, fire dancers, and all other performers welcome. Make your own threads if you want, threadjack stuff, mix and mingle. This is a party log.
Warnings:That's up to you cats and kittens. Yosuke will be behaving himself, (yes he's done being depressing over dead friends now) but that doesn't mean everyone else has to!

Prose or [action] are both fine!



[The Cat's Eye finally has regular hours, and with the regular hours come special events. Yosuke usually turns the OPEN sign on bright and early on Saturdays, but Tuesdays the hours don't start until after he gets out of class. The sandwich board out front advertises an open mic night, acoustic sets given preference this week. But if a metal band happens to show, they'll still be given a slot.

It's just an experiment, to try and help get the restaurant back in shape again. Wells and drafts are half price, and so are the house wines. Black coffee is free with the purchase of an appetizer or dessert. And there's a handful of fragrant new teas to try. It's a promising set up for a good time, and the best performance of the night gets a comped bar tab and dinner for two on Saturday. Plus, there's an angel girl in a cute frill apron tending bar. How could anyone resist?]

Comments

[debtor]

[Allen... follows Yosuke's line of sight.]

You mean Timcanpy?

[Who is currently staring back at Yosuke, despite lacking. Eyes.]

[inthejunk]

It has a name?

[Yosuke isn't very upset about the thing, frankly. Just rather mystified. He's pretty sickly tonight, though he hasn't bothered to offer any explanation of that. Curiously, he reaches a hand up to Timcanpy, as if offering a dog a friendly introductory sniff.]

[debtor]

[Allen smiles and nods.]

Mm, Tim's an old friend of mine.

[The golem continues staring blankly, then suddenly grins, with a mouth full of fat, sharp teeth, and pats Yosuke's hand with a wing. Good boy.]

[Meanwhile, Allen pauses, getting a better look at Yosuke. You don't look so hot, boss...]

Are you feeling well?

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke considers yanking his hand back for a moment when he sees that toothy grin. Instead, he decides it's worth the possibility of losing his good arm just to avoid making any sudden, jerky movements. It's pretty safe to assume he really isn't very well at all, but he's determined not to let it ruin the evening.]

Like a pet?

[He glances over at the other question, though. The best lie is one that's partly true, right? Because there's no way he' going to admit just how much he screwed up last night. At least not in public.]

Um. Just a hangover. I guess I overdid it.

[debtor]

[Fortunately, the teeth disappear again quickly enough, and Tim goes back to just sitting there and being adorable and faceless.]

[Allen seems to accept that explanation, although he does wonder if there's something more to it... but he doesn't have much by way of pity for people who drink excessively. Alcohol is pretty terrible all around.]

Have you taken something for it?

Ah, and Tim's more than a pet. He's a lot smarter than a dog. He's my NV as well, actually...

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke can't blame Allen there. In spite of all evidence currently being to the contrary, he really hates drinking to begin with. It never ends well, in his experience. Also it turns out it can actually kill you. And who knew?

Timcanpy on the other hand, is far more interesting, if a little freaky.]

Uh...yeah I guess so.

[He doesn't really know what was in the IV tubes at the hospital, but something evidently was. Probably medicine. Besides, it's better not to talk about it. He's still freaked out, and he'd rather play with that mysterious creature hovering around you, dude.]

How does it work?

[debtor]

[You should be more like Allen and develop an extreme Pavlovian disgust towards alcohol and never drink again for the rest of your life.]

That's good.

[But Allen's happy enough to discuss his buddy here.]

Tim? He's a golem, he works a bit like a telephone, without wires... And he can record what he sees and project it, see?

[Tim seems to understand the command, and opens his mouth towards the ceiling- and out of it, projects a somewhat-grainy, two-dimensional holographic video display of Yosuke, real time. CRAZY STUFF.]

[inthejunk]

[He has, actually. It's just that he crumbles under peer pressure like wet macrame.

Now, back to the more interesting matter of this Timcanpy thing. Wow. Okay, that's really freaky. Yosuke simply stares for a minute, then his eyes light up a bit, though it ends with him grabbing his head in his hands. Right, he's not supposed to overdo it today...]

No way. You think he can teach my NV that trick? I've been trying to figure out how to do holographs for ages, and no one I ask ever seems to know how.

[debtor]

[Good. Now learn to hate it to the point where you become violently ill if you ingest any.

Allen notices that momentary head-clutching! That's not a good sign.]

I'm not certain it's something he can teach... What sort of NV do you have?

Do you want to sit down...?

paper mache is not actually macrame ac, stoppit.

[inthejunk]

[That always happens eventually too, man. Oof.]

It's my mobile...

[Yosuke doesn't answer that, because it's pretty embarrassing that just standing behind the podium trying to have a conversation is too much for him at the moment, but since it is he just gives in and slides down against the wall, propping his head up with his knees now.]

I feel like shit. Nill-san shouldn't even be speaking to me right now, you know?

same difference!!

[debtor]

Ah-! [Allen makes a move as if to catch him before he falls, but it looks like Yosuke's at least made it to the floor without collapsing.

"Mobile" doesn't mean much to him, but there's more important things to worry about right now.]

Nill shouldn't...? [Nope, he doesn't know. He glances up to see where our lovely barmaid is hanging out.]

ruined metaphors aside!! pfft.

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke glances up after a minute. He's alright, really dude. Just sick. He probably shouldn't be at work, but he likes to think you guys need him here. Wishful as that thinking is, he's happy to be here when he's not feeling miserable. But he wrests up a smile for Allen, trying to be reassuring.]

Never mind. She took care of me when I was sick, is all. I really owe her.

[debtor]

[Quietly, to himself;] Me, as well...

[Nill is pretty good at that, huh. He focuses his attention back on Yosuke, and although he's not really fooled by the smile, at least he's not. Actively dying on the floor.

That's quite the hangover, though.]

You can return home to rest if you need to, you know.

[inthejunk]

Ugh...no, it's alright. I can smell the alcohol all the way over here, is all. It's getting to me a little.

[He swallows sickly, but he's not bent over a bus pan so it could be worse, right? All the same, he's not in any hurry to get back to his feet again. Just the few minutes he spent standing there have totally wiped him out. He blinks up at Allen, exhausted, but pleased to feel as if he's engaged in a friendly conversation.]

When things wind down I can go lie in the break room for a little bit if you don't mind helping Nill at the bar when she needs it? I don't get paid, so I can't give you my share for the night but I know she won't mind splitting tips with you. She's great about that.

[debtor]

[Allen fully agrees, the smell of it is nauseating. But he's working in a bar, so he's had to bear it.

However, the thought of actually serving people alcohol makes him look vaguely ill. But he doesn't want to tell his boss that he can't! He also doesn't want to have to explain why. So he just swallows, and nods, hitching on a smile.

And he certainly wouldn't refuse tips.]

Mm, I can take care of it. Don't worry about it.

[inthejunk]

[Considering Yosuke's essentially asking Allen to cover for a hangover, he wouldn't hold a no against the guy. But he's relieved as hell to get the yes, anyway. It turns out that alcohol can actually kill you, and it's not much fun to recover from an almost. He doesn't feel like getting up to clap Allen on the shoulder, so instead he gives the dude's shoe a friendly pat.]

It's usually stuff like changing the beer barrels. Teito used to do it, but uh...

[debtor]

[He's a helper. And he kind of moves his foot back once Yosuke's done patting it...]

Teito...? [Not a name he recognizes.]

Nill can show me how to do it, right? [And he maintains a smile, despite his stomach dropping at the prospect of dealing with entire barrels of beer. Gross.]

[inthejunk]

[Whoops, Walker-kun must be one of those guys that doesn't like to be touched. That's probably good, since he forgot to explain about Kevin anyway.]

Hmm...I think it might be too heavy for her. If something taps out, come find me. I won't be gone too long, anyway.

[debtor]

[Nah, he just thinks petting his shoe is a little bizarre.]

I would only need instructions.

You should take all the time you want, Hanamura. You're not even well enough to stand.

[inthejunk]

I was standing!

[Oh, crap. Objecting hurts, and he ends up cradling his head in his hands again. Besides, Allen has a point. It wasn't even 5 minutes before standing was too much for him. He probably shouldn't have come to work tonight. Oof.]

Ugh. Alright, if it happens, come tell me and I'll explain. Or maybe I'll show Nill. Er. I mean, she'll know. Ah-sorry. My head. It's not so good tonight. If you have any questions, tell Nill to ask me. She has my direct line.

[debtor]

...Would you like me to help you to the break room?

[Do you... do you need him to carry you... There aren't any customers right now, he can spare a minute.]

[inthejunk]

[Wow, don't you dare. A man has to have his pride okay. Jeez.]

What? No. I'm fine.

[You can see that pressing on his face really hard keeps his eyeballs from oozing out, dude. Obviously he has the situation in hand.]

[debtor]

[COME ON probably hardly anyone will see.]

You obviously aren't! You shouldn't remain on the floor like this!

[inthejunk]

...Five more minutes.

[He sounds like a petulant kid, and really he pretty much is. But dude this is so humiliating.]

[debtor]

...Five more.

[He's holding you to that! He will drag you to that break room if he must. It's in bad form to let his boss loll around on the floor in front of their patrons.

But he can turn his attention back to work for a few minutes in the meantime- a customer might need his help or something.]