[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

[savethedarkness]

I can hazard a guess or two, based on the name. What are you trying to suggest, precisely?

[because if this woman's genuinely interested in keeping her informed? good, she likes that. if she's just going to passive-aggressively suggest that she shouldn't be running the place, well. that's a different story altogether and she won't stand for it]

[sworn]

I'm suggesting that if you intend to assume ownership and convert it to a restaurant, you may want to reconsider renaming the establishment. After all, the Death Match was a fight club. It's where residents went to engage in brawls and get drunk. There's a reason it resides near the clinic.

[Unless she wants to keep that aspect? Vereesa isn't sure, but she assumes she doesn't.]

[savethedarkness]

[there's a few moments' pause, since she's also discussing the history of the place with York, and a couple other people have been happy to fill her in with what they know as well. she keeps her tone level, the one reserved for diplomacy back home]

I've been made well aware of the fighting tournaments that were held here. Once the bar proper is up and running and I've managed to gauge interest, I think I'll be holding them once a week at the very least.

The food's simply another draw for people who may want to simply spectate or spend their time here. I know what this place was, and I don't intend to change that any more than necessary. It seems that after what we've all endured, some may well need the catharsis of a good fight in an environment where it's actually encouraged.

[sworn]

[Makes enough sense.]

So long as you're aware. And I commend you for considering keeping the fights. It's rather trademark, even if it is a handful.

[savethedarkness]

It's a bar. People are going to fight whether you encourage it or not, really. Might as well be realistic.

[sworn]

[Maybe in human bars.]

Not necessarily, but if that's your opinion.

[savethedarkness]

It's my personal experience, which is close enough, I suppose. .... Though, I do appreciate your input. As a former customer, is there anything else you think I should take into account?

[sworn]

I am hardly a former customer. I only sought to make you aware of its history. What you do with it now is your own business.

[savethedarkness]

Well, then, thank you all the same.

[what a strange woman]. I do hope you'll join us some evening.