[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

[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.

[encryptedlock]

Okay, good.

--The original owner, guy named Travis, had a pet bear, and, well. Yeah.

[savethedarkness]

I've seen little mention of him ... what can you tell me about him? It's rather obvious the place wasn't exactly fine dining or high society, and that's fine by me, but ... a little more detail wouldn't be remiss.

[encryptedlock]

Oh, it was a fight club. That's why it's near the clinic. [York seems pretty casual about this.]

Travis himself was...well, I wasn't really close with him? But he was a guy with a huge ego and a lot of anime tshirts, if you're familiar with those. A little into the hentai.

[savethedarkness]

Really.

[she sounds vaguely intrigued] Do you think that sort of thing could bring in business?

I know at least a few people who wouldn't mind being a part of something like that. [hint, one's name starts with J and ends in ames Bond]

[encryptedlock]

Oh, some business, anyway. Although if you want to cater to a wider audience, maybe have that sort of thing only on Saturday nights or something? That way you'd get a fair crowd then and have it be a little more laid-back the rest of the time.

[savethedarkness]

Great minds think alike, then. Perhaps both weekend nights if we have enough entrants.

[encryptedlock]

Sounds like a plan to me. And good luck with the business, yeah?

[savethedarkness]

Thank you, York. Let me know if you hear anything interesting.

[encryptedlock]

Will do, ma'am.