BARTENDER - DAFFODIL

[wooliefrand]

WHO: DAFFODIL + CUSTOMERS
WHERE: DAFFODIL BARN
WHEN: BARTENDER GAME

[ Your barn has a new???? (temporary???) addition! One of the outside walls now has a cabinet of various drinks, all of which sits behind what appears to be an L-shaped bar counter, complete with a sink, ice box, and glass cabinet on the inner side, and stools for customers(?) on the outer side.

Posted on the wall is a recipe book, and above it, a big chalkboard listing the various drinks from said recipe book.

Tied to the drinks cabinet are a number of ribbons in your barn's color. Wonder what those are for. ]

OOC RULES | RECIPE BOOK | MAIN GAME POST

Comments

[secondbornsun]

[ well he is only useful for pointing things out and defeating them with facts and logic, he has no power in the dimension of feelings,, ,

p,,,pets the biscuit once more, before pulling his hand away, lamely. there isn't anything he can say in the end, is there

awkward, intending to give biscuit some space, but just. one last thing. ]

. . . You were a pretty tough kid.

[ ok he's going to go. uhhhh do something. grab the stuff from the cabinet. ]

[rugpull]

...yeh. I guess I was. Most of us hyenas are though.

[brightening up]

Did that get us the stuff for the tea....?

[secondbornsun]

[ i looked it up and cinnamon comes from the bark of a tree and not the fruit of the tree so i will say cinnamon is an herb and rose petals are a fruit, so

+2 tea, +1 juice, +2 fruit (biscuit), +1 club soda (tart) ]

. . . Some of it.

[rugpull]

Eehhhh.....

How do we get the cinnamons...

[secondbornsun]

. . . Grief, isolation, fragility.

[ there's a pause ]

. . . I'll get it.

[rugpull]

Was starving not frail enough wow.

...ya ain't gotta.

[secondbornsun]

[ tbqh ]

I don't wanna see what else ya got for "grief" or "isolation" or "fragility" right now.

[ i'm delicate sir

getting himself some ice ]

[rugpull]

I thought starvin' was fragile!

[secondbornsun]

I guess the stronger feeling was hurt or shame?? I don't wanna have another starvin' memory though, my stomach hurts now.

[ offers ribbon . . . ]

[rugpull]

...

[takes ribbon]

[secondbornsun]

[ depressos + discomfort :((( his stomach hurts :(((

crushes some ice for a spooky encounter with a scary monster. on the bond he feels like he's mentally bracing for, something. don't think about what memory could possibly be happening right now. don't dwell on it

+1 tea +1 juice +1 cocoa +1 herbs ]

[rugpull]

[wow

Biscuit's feelings are. Are. he's not sad for Tart. That's not quite it. It's a bit of a numb feeling. Melancholic. He was braced for something like this. And in a way he's even a little amused--Tart always knew he was going to blot maybe. He knew himself well. Or maybe he just gave up on himself that early in life? There's a pang of unhappiness at that, quick and sharp

but the servants. their behavior.

for them he just has contempt. Is Tart a Lot? of course. but he was just a child who was protecting himself. a child who was hurt. a child who was scared. a child looking into his own future and feeling reasonable discomfort with that vision]

Ya always known yerself real well huh.

What rotten servants ya got though. Buncha cowards ain't they.

[secondbornsun]

[ the unfortunate thing here is that reaction could mean any number of encounters he's had with his servants because those are like all of his interactions with them ]

Herbivores will be herbivores.

[ mildly. it doesn't bother him anymore ]

[rugpull]

Shoulda had someone like me.

[confident in this

*I* could have done a WAY better job]

[secondbornsun]

[ . . . amused ]

Ya prolly would'a been made a guard—most carnivores at the palace are.

[rugpull]

Yeah that's parta where they fucked up.

[secondbornsun]

Sunrise City might have a lot more stuff than the rest'a the savanna, but the people there 'n how they're treated're still backwards.

[ exasperated, honestly pretty hateful but not dwelling on that. undoing the ribbon now ]

[rugpull]

Ya shoulda got a hyena nanny. My gran woulda done a GREAT job.

[secondbornsun]

[ with a laugh ]

The old bird'd've had a heart attack, hearin' kid me talk like you do now.

[rugpull]

I dunno which bird but let 'im suffer.

[secondbornsun]

Head chamberlain 'n only servant that ain't scared'a me. Basically the guy who raised me—he's real stuffy 'n strict, can't stand hearin' me talk less than proper.

[ i learned how to talk like garbage just to annoy him ]

[rugpull]

Ya talk loads proper young master.

[secondbornsun]

Not good 'nuff for him. I gotta sound as pompous as Draconia t'make him happy.

[rugpull]

Gross.

[going to start making some drinks dandelion tea is easy for Ruggie he drinks that himself after all]

[secondbornsun]

You're tellin' me.

[ looking over their ingredients, what else do they need . . . ]

Agave . . .

The pirate ship exhibition was hands down the best one outta all the Halloween decorations this year. I don't care what anyone says—no one else made a whole-ass building for their exhibit.

[ is this really a secret. +1 coffee +1 agave tho ]