[ Draft 2 ] Project 1: Sergei's Bar and Grille

[metharchy]

Attention all passengers:

Sergei's Bar and Grille will be closed for construction purposes. Stay outside the white tarp at all times. [Oh right.] Please.

It should be open and functional again as soon as possible.

[ Locked to Crew | Unhackable ]

They blew up the kitchen. Can we run some sort of remedial cooking class so this won't happen again?

The room is still smoking...

[OOC: Sergei's is now blocked off with chainlink fence, yellow CAUTION tape, and white tarp. There will be lots of loud noises coming from within as Meth is tearing down all damaged parts of the kitchen and improving upon the old design. Gaining access will require climbing the chainlink fence and ducking underneath the ceiling-to-floor tarp.]

Comments

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[She nods. Meth understands easily enough. Even if she didn't have a job, she would always be working on something.]

Completely understandable. Are you as upset as that Zeke that the construction is keeping you from your work, however?

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

[He gives a slight shrug]

I'm upset, yeah, but I can set up shop in the Oceanview until this is done if I absolutely need to. I used to tend over there before we opened this up.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[He was practical too. Perhaps her first impressions of the passengers had been incorrect.]

Very true.

[She watched him load the alcohol...hm.]

Almost done?

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

[He looks at his cart and then back at the bar and gives a small nod]

Yeah, almost. I'll be out of your hair in just a minute.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

I appreciate you moving all of this.

[She wasn't ungrateful, after all.]

And I will let you know when everything is done.

[Meth took a moment to look around the room, then shook her head with annoyance.]

...such carelessness.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

Not a problem at all. Thank you for fixing the restaurant.

[He looks where she's looking.]

What, you mean Zeke?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

It is my job.

[She looks back to Remy and shrugs.]

The elf girl...she caused this...but under his supervision.

[Ignorance couldn't be blamed...not when one who was supposed to be experienced was guiding the other.]

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

Well I'm glad you're here to do it.

[He nods as she explains her irritation]

I'll talk to him about it. See if I can talk him into being more careful. He can get excited. I promise you he means well.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Glad to be here as well.

[She managed a smile with that comment. Even though this particular project shouldn't have existed in the first place....]

Perhaps he does. What's done is done, in either case.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

Right, well I'll leave you to your work then.

[He starts to head out with his cart of alcohol.]

Can't wait to see it when it's finished.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Another point for Remy. He wasn't lingering when he knew she had work to do.]

I'll walk you out.

[Meth began to lead him out, holding the tarp open as he approached.]

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

[And he carefully follows, making sure to not miss a step.]

Thank you very much.

[He exits the tarp and turns back to her with a smile.]

Don't work too hard, all right? And if you need a drink, let me know.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

I will think about it. Thank you.

[There was too much to do. If Meth had time for a drink, she had time to work.]

I'll let you know when the bar is ready to restock.

[She reached for the chain hanging off the chain link fence, ready to lock it behind him.]