2020.03.28: Murder of Crows Reopening

Murder of Crows Reopening
It's a bar that's reopening.
IC Date	March 28, 2020
IC Time	5 PM-???
Players	An'Madra, Arthur, Clara, DeadPixel, Ethan, Hop, Joel, Simone, Skye, Sterling, Wick
Location	Murder of Crows
Prp/Tp	N/A
Theme Song	N/A

Sceneset: In italics!

Clara helps Hop set all the food down on the bar and smiles, "It all smells wonderful Hop, you're going to put my cooking to shame"

Hop smiles to Clara, "Oh, thanks!" and lets her snag some stuff, that done, and now that he can see, he heads behind the bar to start unpacking things. "I made blackberry pies, and blackbird shaped sugar cookies, to go with the rhyme and the aesthetic and all that, and some banana and fennel tarts - which are good for nasuea, incase anyone drinks too much."

Sterling nods his head to Ethan. "Indeed so," he says. "Always good to see friends branching out and making their efforts and labor available to us all, nay?" He chuckles as Clara goes to help Hop with his burden. The good doctor looks like he would like to go help as well, but stays put so he doesn't get in the way and trip folks up. "A bold claim, my lady, and I'm -quite- sure is next to impossible. But! I shall certainly be willing to put both chefs to the test, and make summary judgement, for the good of posterity. Suffer as my waistline might." He pats his hefty middle with a chuckle.

Ethan says "'Banana and fennel'? So that is where that smell came from during the pub crawl."

Clara laughs and smiles at Hop "I dont do as much baking as I do other things, we'll hae you all over for dinner soon" she says then turns back to Sterling and takes his arm again

Ethan says "Excuse me," to anyone around him, and crosses the room to the pool table.

Wick turns up with an electric guitar over his shoulder and a backpack full of other equipment. Though he usually performs in just his streetclothes, tonight his clothes are all punk-rock. He pauses at the door, gazing across the room, before heading off to the stage to start setting up for later.

DeadPixel practically skateboads in the door, stopping just in time to kick up the board, grab in her hand, and actually walk herself into the shop. Her head is kept down, not really going to make eye contact with anyone, not really trying to draw attention to herself -- this being one of the few places where that's a posssibility. She moves about the space, seemingly looking for something as opposed to someone.

Simone is backstage, doing prep work. She spots Wick and hurriedly waves him over. "You're late," she tells him quietly once - if - he gets closer.

Moments after DeadPixel comes An'Madra, she keeps her hands stuck into the pockets of her pants a mischevious smile playing on her lips as she glances around and seems to be searching for nothing or noone, she just wants to get an impression of the crowd as she makes her way over towards the pool table.

Skye glances about and wanders over to the bar, hopping onto a stool there. He smiles slightly and looks about at the club starts to fill up.

Joel has been chilling at the pool table, Guinness in hand. He lifts the can towards Ethan at his approach, giving him a wan smile, abandoning the Guinness down towards the break line. "Play you?" he offers. "I'm a good shot. It's been a saving grace before." He may or may not be talking about pool, even as he distributes stripes and solids in the rack, rolling it a couple of times to even it out, nodding Ethan towards the pair of cues to choose his first. "Don't forget to chalk," he adds without looking up from racking up.