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, BT, Caelan, Clara, DeadPixel, Ethan, Hop, Joel, Robin, Simone, Skye, Sterling, Wick, Zazu
Location	Murder of Crows
Prp/Tp	N/A
Theme Song	N/A

Sceneset: Arthur stands near the stage, a bundle of nervous energy, counting things, five things he can see, four things he can hear, three things he can feel, two things he can smell, and one thing he can taste. The taste of a sweet cider on ice. He waves to anyone who waves to him, a friendly word if they can hear him over the music.

At the appointed time, he walks up the stairs to the stage and to the lead singer's microphone position. A nod to Charlie and the music goes silent.

Arthur clears his throat and addresses the crowd "Ladies, Gentlemen, Theydies and Gentlethem, friends, strangers and everyone in between. I bid you all a fond welcome to The Murder of Crows. I came up on the rock scene in a bar in Dublin called Fibber Magees, and there I learned that rock has always been the music of the outcast, those that the mainstream have left behind, forgotten or eschewed."

"To that end, I would like to commit this bar to the principles of inclusiveness. And on that note, the bar's share of tonight's profits are being donated to the New Hope Sanctuary. So please, enjoy your night, enjoy the band, tip your waiter, and if you can't be good, be magnificent." He alights the stage and walks to the bar and sits by Hop, staring at the stage with rapt attention.

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.

Hop smiles to Skye at the bar, as he plates things and starts slicing other things, "Hey, you made it sweet, glad you could." he says to him and then looks over to DeadPixel, "Rad board! We should shred together sometime."

(Arthur's sceneset was here.)

Skye smiles and nods his head at Hop. "I did. It looks like it'll be a pretty large gathering. That's good for business, I suppose." He says, lapsing into silence and looking up at Arthur as he speaks.

Clara Applauds Arthur's speech and looks up at Sterling "Shall we get a drink?"

Wick offers Simone an apologetic wince, ducking his head as he joins her next to the stage. He keeps his voice hushed, whispering to her as Arthur starts to address the crowd.

Sterling looks up as Arthur takes the stage, and smiles warmly at the younger man's speech. He adds his own applause, whistling sharply through his teeth. "Hear hear!" he booms cheerfully. He looks back to Clara with a smile and a nod. "Delightful notion, my lady. Let's." He settles his arm around her shoulders and ambles over to the bar. "Bourbon on the rocks for myself, and whatever this radiant vision next to me would like."

"This is it, ladies and gentlemen! This is the -happening place to be- right now if you are in Ca-li!" Zazu shouts into a his phone, aimed down at him from above, as he makes his way into the grand repoening. "Party central! Zazu will -not- lead you wrong! Get down to this bird-house! See your main hornbill in action, and hey - buy me some drinks while we Par-Tay!"

Clara steps up to the bar with Sterling, eyes widen in delight at something she sees then she smiles "Big Ginger" to the bartender, leaning into the larger man's embrace

DeadPixel doesn't say too much in response to Hop, but she does momentarily make eye contact and nod at him, so that's probably in the affirmative. After looking through the space for whatever it was she was looking for, she heads back to the door. Reaching into her bag, she pulls out some flyers that she leaves by the exit. A xerox-collage style monochromatic asssemblage on magents paper, advertising what it is presumably going to be musicians of some sort playing at a place called 'Thee Psychicc Euth Centre'. There is no address for this location -- whatever or wherver it might be -- but a 'map point' is listed for those who choose to be adventurous that nght. Having put the info out, she slips outdoors again, but doesn't stray far. Nope, it's cigarette time. All that socialization can work on one's nerves.

Hop smiles reassuringly to Arthur and pats his hand. Then people order drinks! So he motions to the food he made (blackberry pie, blackbird shaped sugar cookies, and banana and fennel tarts-which help ya' not vomit!- ) and then goes to start filling some drinks. He moves about the back of the bar Nimbly flipping mixing cups and bottles with the ease of someone who is very dextrous, a practiced lush, or both.

Joel calls over to Zazu, "Don't forget Rafiki!" even as he sets the rack in place on the pool balls, lifting it up for a break shot to be attempted and raising a brow at Ethan.

Wick joins the applause at Arthur's words. And with a broad smile, he climbs the stage after him. One might expect some trace of apprehension to stand before so many, but he just shines with excitement at them all. As he sets up a custom microphone, he calls out, "Hello! I'm Wick. Let's hear another hand for Arthur and for the grand re-opening of the Murder of Crows!"

Once at the pool table, An'Madra glances back at the entrance with a rather curious look and that mischevious grin spreads on her lips. Realising noone is coming for her, she nods her head slowly and climbs up on the pool table, balancing on the edge so she isn't standing on the cloth of the table. Now she might be able to get a decent view after all.

Clara looks over from teh bar and applauds as Wick speaks

Simone is backstage, and nowhere to be seen, apart from that time when she popping her arm out enough to wave Wick over.

Striding into the place, Caelan arrives with his hands in his pockets as he weaves his way through the crowd. For a moment, he lingers near the entrance of the place, peeking his head up and bobbing up and down, dipping and diving as he swishes about, probably looking for someone. And as it happens, his eyes settle on Hop rather early in his arrival. His lips curl into a content smile, and he starts to duck and dive through the crowd, making his way towards the candy maker in question.

Zazu turns the camera over the head of the crowd, almost not certainly getting anyone in focus, until he purposefully stops it on Joel at the pool tables, "That right there, faithful fans, is the one, the only Joel, the man who's going to bring hockey to the local scene! If you're interested, you know who to reach out to - Bill Gates. Ha! Like he'll listen! No, it's me! Hit me up, I'll get you in contact! Hockey! Like, on ice!"

BT has wandered in dressssed in what could only be considered as 'haut-coulture fashionista gets ravaged by punk'. Even thouse that may have seen her before might only recgnize her due to her hight. New hairstyle, new color, different clothes and shoes. But she's dressed for the occasion. At her side is Robin, whose sshoulder she has an arm wrapped lightly around, "It's so busy!"

"What the fuck are you doing?" Joel, who has already set up the pool table for a game, demands of An'Madra. "Get off." He gestures with his pool cue, looking somewhere between surprised and annoyed, given he's already set up the pool table. At Zazu's Livestream, he stops, flashes a smile. "Hey. Yeah. Hockey. At the indoor rink. Five a side and a goalie at least. I'll kick your ass." He doesn't miss a beat, at least, and then he shrugs at Ethan. "You in for a game, man? Pool, not hockey. I'll break if you don't wanna."

Ethan, having taken a cue from Joel and chalked up, looks askance at An'Madra on their table and says "Uh... yeah. We were here first. Joel, you break."

Outside, DeadPixel flicks her cigarette to the curb, and walks back in, having calmed her nerves -- at least as mmuch as a cigarette is going to calm your nerves. Walking with her skateboard under her arm, she takes a look at BT and nods in approval. "All came together," she says softly. "Let no one ever tell you that it's an urban legend. Just like albino gators in the sewer, I've seen it with my own two eyes."

An'Madra looks at Joel and blinks her eyes a few times, before she leaps down. "Such charmers." the short girl wipes her nose "Playing with each others balls." she wrinkles her nose and starts to search for another elevated position that would grant her a chance to see who ever is playing

Wick sets up a set of pedals at his feet. Yeah, this is a last minute set up. The only mic-check is the one he's doing now, playing a few notes on that restored black electric guitar. But it's all good. He flashes a broad smile across the crowd. "Thank you all for coming. This is Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds."

With no further introduction, Wick steps on a pedal and launches right into the song with an accompaniment of background drums. It's far faster and far harsher than the original - carrying all the classic punk twists. The mic casts a haze of a man on the wall behind him.And leaning into the mic, his voice comes strong - with a perfectly relaxed confidence. Take a little walk to the edge of town And go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks

Robin walks into the bar with BT in arm. "Yeah. If you get overwhelmed tell me." He smiles and starts to push until DP says something cryptic to him. "I'm sorry what was that? I'm not great at wordplay."