Post by Zephyr Hart on Dec 19, 2019 2:14:07 GMT
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In the fields the bodies burning
as the war machine keeps turning[attr="class","gearcore"] Bell's Bar isn't exactly a major attraction. It's known by the locals and frequented by sailors, but otherwise written off as just another shoddy bar in a sketchy part of town. Even on Saturnalia's day of food and drink, the elderly owners only seem to draw in the sailors and dockworkers to their open-air setup organized specifically the day's celebrations. (Though within the building of the bar itself, a faction which is more secretive but possesses no less camaraderie gathers. Coven Leviathan has used this place as a casual congregating point for years.)
With Fane in jail, Zephyr had somehow gotten himself roped into practically running the event. In a way, the bar owners were like grandparents to him so he felt a bit obligated to help, but he definitely underestimated the chaos the day would bring. "Ey, ey, make some room b'fore this party starts runnin' dry," he barks, rolling a fresh barrel outside through the rowdy gathering. There's some pleased cheers as the drink is heaved onto a table and he receives a few hearty slaps on his back in appreciation of his efforts. (After all, if the bar owners were like his grandparents, then the sailors were like extended family).
Some seaman starts up the first verse of Jolly Roving Tar as he turns to make his way back inside, and Zephyr's immediately jostled by others in the crowd eager to join in the tune. He ends up bumping into someone who didn't really fit the scene of burly, sea-whethered bodies. (Or, maybe she fits too well, with her swath of pink hair which could have been mistaken for Fane -- but, Zephyr is too familiar with the aforementioned woman to make that mistake.) "Oh, hey! Ya can head on inside -- food's out on th' tables n' grog's on the house!" he says to the girl, grinning and cocking his head towards he bar. "Don't mind th' folks out here -- they're just around for some drinks with their crews."
@jail + open (@leviathan)
With Fane in jail, Zephyr had somehow gotten himself roped into practically running the event. In a way, the bar owners were like grandparents to him so he felt a bit obligated to help, but he definitely underestimated the chaos the day would bring. "Ey, ey, make some room b'fore this party starts runnin' dry," he barks, rolling a fresh barrel outside through the rowdy gathering. There's some pleased cheers as the drink is heaved onto a table and he receives a few hearty slaps on his back in appreciation of his efforts. (After all, if the bar owners were like his grandparents, then the sailors were like extended family).
Some seaman starts up the first verse of Jolly Roving Tar as he turns to make his way back inside, and Zephyr's immediately jostled by others in the crowd eager to join in the tune. He ends up bumping into someone who didn't really fit the scene of burly, sea-whethered bodies. (Or, maybe she fits too well, with her swath of pink hair which could have been mistaken for Fane -- but, Zephyr is too familiar with the aforementioned woman to make that mistake.) "Oh, hey! Ya can head on inside -- food's out on th' tables n' grog's on the house!" he says to the girl, grinning and cocking his head towards he bar. "Don't mind th' folks out here -- they're just around for some drinks with their crews."
@jail + open (@leviathan)
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