[7] - forward dated to afternoon

[savethedarkness]

[M's maintained radio silence, so to speak, ever since her return from the Lewis & Clark. she's kept her eye on things, and mostly limited her social appearances to those requested by Queen Anne, out of duty to crown. everyone else needed time to heal, after all, herself included. it was one thing to be strong in the face of danger and chaos for others, and it was another to deal with what she'd had to lock away to do so.

in that respect, finding the Death Match with Pixy the night of their return had been a Godsend. the next morning, she'd seen the place with fresh eyes. she had joked with Bond, once, that she might actually need a hobby, and it seemed as good a prospect as any. so without much fanfare, she'd begun spending her free time there, cleaning the place up, making it presentable. it felt almost a little like preparing Skyfall, only with less cobwebs and far less sabotage, and she was able to let the sun in the windows and play some music as she worked, here... even if the jukebox needed some better variety.

finally, she feels as though the place is up to speed, and slides onto a barstool. pulling open the journal, she takes a sip of the pint glass of water at her side, and writes]

Good afternoon, everyone.

I would like to formally announce that the Death Match bar on the second floor of the castle is under new ownership, and as of today, open for business. Currently it has no proper chef, but should anyone wish to fill the position, I will consider applications. I hope this is a welcome addition to the castle atmosphere, and that I will see some of you soon.

Cordially,
Emma

[with that, she'll just go on back to the kitchen and make sure there are supplies for the few things she does know how to make. if people want food, she won't turn them down, but their options will be a little limited. she's much better when it comes to making drinks]

Comments

Emma

[wolfchild]

Do we have to pay for things there?

Arya

[savethedarkness]

Only if you can afford it. I'm not going to turn anyone down when, quite honestly, most of it's been asked up anyway.

[she hates saying 'wished for', it sounds ridiculous]

Dictated

[the_effect_she_has]

There's a bar in the Castle?

[A pause, and a quiet mutter.]

Of course there's a bar in the Castle. There needs to be a bar in the Castle.

[savethedarkness]

Two, actually. There's another on the first floor, but I've not a clue who runs the bloody thing. I found this one as it's right near the Clinic.

Action

[simulatedmedic]

[Okay, so, exploring is a thing that needs to be done and, despite being a hologram, the Doctor is a Starfleet Officer. Exploring is in his blood. Or photons. Whatever.

So, that's why the Doctor is currently poking his head into the entrance of the Death Match, after seeing the advertisment in the journal. He doesn't eat or drink, but... well, a lay of the land is needed.]

[savethedarkness]

[but of course. M looks up from taking the inserts out of the old menus - seriously, there's no way she's offering all this]

Good afternoon.

[unvarnished]

[now that his Emma is here, seeing that name doesn't give him as much of a shock. But he can't help thinking about her]

I can't cook, but I'd be happy to give you patronage.

[savethedarkness]

And I'd be just as happy to have it. Quite honestly, it's a bit odd for me, the concept of a pub with a full kitchen... but it came with one. No sense wasting it.

Dictated

[sworn]

Since when does the Death Match require a chef?

[savethedarkness]

Since it has a full bloody kitchen in the back. I'm not letting it go to waste if possible.

I take it you knew the previous owner?

[whistles_the_blues]

Can't say I have much need to go to a bar, but I may stop by to take a look.

[savethedarkness]

That's perfectly understandable, but you're welcome, whatever the circumstances, Blues.

Besides. Who knows? I might need a musician on occasion. The jukebox is a bit horrid.

[not_nikkiheat]

I'll come by and maybe we can have a drink? My way of saying thank you.

[A very small thank you for basically saving Kate's sanity, but she's not sure how else to say it.]

[savethedarkness]

[oh, Kate. M smiles at the journal, glad to see that she sounds relatively well]

You've no need to thank me, but you're still more than welcome to stop by.

[honeytoes]

Hey I'll have to give you the recipe for my Moscow mule cocktail...trust me those babies will sell like hotcakes.

[He pauses before asking this next question.]

Would I be able to borrow the Death match for an upcoming event I'm organising?

[savethedarkness]

[well hello, Gary. she's glad to hear his voice - he's the closest to another operative she's got, after Bond. it's the manner he keeps with her, more than anything else.] Moscow mule, hm? Vodka with a kick to it, at the very least, I'm guessing.

And I suppose that would depend on the event.

[encryptedlock]

Awesome.

--It doesn't still have a bear in the back room, does it?

[savethedarkness]

[wat]

It is most certainly bear-free, Agent York.

[last_rat_standing]

[Bond leans on the doorjamb and smirks at M]

To clarify - my employment doesn't include "bartender." [His smirk widens slightly as he adds] Emma.

[savethedarkness]

[she doesn't skip a beat as she closes the journal and reaches for a bottle] I never said it did, you little shit. Are you going to toast the place with me, or not?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[It's strange to hear someone so proper is taking over the Death Match. Things really are changing.]

Still keeping the name?

[savethedarkness]

Of course. ... I may even bring some of the events back, if enough people ask.

[still think she's proper?]

[toobravehearted]

[The Death Match. That's an... interesting name, all right. Doesn't sound to him like the kind of place for a lady to be a proprietor of. Well, a lady might take it surely, he's not sexist. Perhaps a lady that is six feet five without heels, smokes a pipe and has a neck the size of his waist. But not Emma. So! Curious to a fault, here he is at the bar.]

Would I be too out of place to ask for Orange Juice?

[savethedarkness]

Not in the least, Doctor. Please, help yourself to a seat. [she gets a glass from behind the bar and goes to the little fridge beneath where the mixers are kept]

I heard you had quite a rest. Well-refreshed, now, I hope?

[banshee_rider]

[She listens to the announcement quietly, and makes an appearance more to talk with M than anything else - bars weren't really her thing.]

[Which should be obvious from the fact that she chose to visit while i full armor, ducking to fit in the doorframe.]

[savethedarkness]

087. [M smiles, faintly. leave it to her two best agents to always show up in damned suits.]

How are you?

[deductiongeek]

[Now the smart thing for Shinichi to do would be keeping a very low profile while he waited for this to wear off. He was far too skeptical to believe that this would last long.

Logically, he should be avoiding anyone who knew Conan well. Especially anyone who might be observant enough to see Conan's features and mannerisms in Shinichi Kudo.

But Shinichi never had been able to resist his curiosity. The moment he'd heard about this he simply had to come and see for himself.

Which explains why a teenage boy with very familiar blue eyes is peering in the door of the bar.]

[savethedarkness]

[at the very sight of him, M's suspicions are confirmed. The eyes, the slant of his nose - even that hair. the only thing he's missing are the glasses, and it's unmistakeable.]

Shinichi. Please, come help yourself to a seat.

[she smiles, and to her credit there's only the barest hint of self-satisfaction in it. be glad you're the only other one here at the moment, kiddo]