sensitIV - SATURDAY 430PM PST

[idolpro]

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

Comments

CUSTOMER ORDERS - TURN IN BY REPLYING TO ORDER COMMENT

[idolpro]

ORDER 1

[idolpro]

"Ugh... my father had way too much to drink! Get me something that will wake him up... oh, and make sure it'll knock him right back into his senses!"

Re: ORDER 1

[bondsofsuffering]

Americano
-Coffee (Persephone)
-Coffee (Nyx)
-Club Soda (Persephone)

ORDER 2

[idolpro]

"It's my wife's birthday today! She would have been fifty six today. . . hey, bartender, could I get a mojito with extra lime? . . . You don't serve that here? What, you must know how to make one, though. It was my wife's favorite drink."

Re: ORDER 2

[bondsofsuffering]

Mojito?
-Alcohol
-Club Soda
-Fruit (Lime)

ORDER 3

[idolpro]

"I was recommended this bar's chai by a friend, but I don't really like bitter drinks . . . Could you make it less bitter for me?"

Re: ORDER 3

[bondsofsuffering]

Chai Tea (Sweetened)
-Tea
-Milk
-Herbs
-Agave

ORDER 4

[idolpro]

"Listen to this, bartender. . . I was just broken up with today. . . we were going to get married, but they left me for another. . . I'm so depressed. . . could you make me something comforting? Really, I just want to eat a whole tub of ice cream right now. . ."

Re: ORDER 4

[bondsofsuffering]

Milk Tea (Sweetened)
-Tea
-Milk
-Agave

MAKE YOUR OWN RECIPE - TURN IN ORIGINAL RECIPE DRINKS HERE

[idolpro]

Re: MAKE YOUR OWN RECIPE - TURN IN ORIGINAL RECIPE DRINKS HERE

[bondsofsuffering]

-Tea + Alcohol + Herbs
-Juice + Juice + Tea
-Tea + Milk + Alcohol
-Juice x18 | "The Juiciest Juice™"
-x4 Milk, x1 Cocoa, x1 Agave, x7 Club Soda, x4 Herb | "The Chaos Cup"

MINGLE/DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

ORDER 1

[bondsofsuffering]

Re: ORDER 1

[bondsofsuffering]

The first one's got to be coffee-based, right?

Re: ORDER 1

[shatteredhourglass]

[Reading through the recipe book and looking rather lost already. At least his urge to read the whole thing is currently overriding his Displeasure at Yet Another Privacy Invasion Game.]

Truth-Telling

[forgottenmercy]

...I, ah, love all of them, but some of the arguments very early on in this unit were sometimes a little tiring.

Truth-Telling (2)

[shatteredhourglass]

"I want to go home".

[Is this a truthful complaint at the fact that they're being made to play a privacy invasion type game or is it a truthful confession of a deep seated personal issue?????? Nyx's tone of voice is not making that clear.

But, you know, probably both.]

ORDER 2

[bondsofsuffering]

Re: ORDER 2

[bondsofsuffering]

[Hang on he's goregling the ingredients for a mojito.]

EMPATHY BOND

[sancrimony]

[ tying a ribbon to his wrist ]

Shall I try this out? It might be better than the ice.

ORDER 3

[bondsofsuffering]

Re: ORDER 3

[proceedwithcautus]

Um... let's see, if they want less bitter, maybe add sweetener?

Memory Share (herbs)

[forgottenmercy]

The life of a shrine maiden, when you are not doing the necessary rituals and rites, is a quiet, lonely one. The last sacred maiden had not been so lonely, you vaguely remember seeing her spending more time in the village than you did, but she was noticeably older than you when she took up the office, and less gifted - and less set apart. You spend most of your time studying, meditating, and praying, alone in either your room or in the garden of the shrine, sitting by the pond and watching the koi swim. You used to, when you were younger, go walking in the village sometimes, just so you could see your old friends, but nothing was the same, nothing is the same. Almost everyone (even the shrine priestesses, in their own way) puts you on a pedestal, venerates you, because your prayers to the gods, your ability to please them, sustains the village, keeps everyone alive, and that distance hurt at first, ached, until it stopped hurting, stopped aching, until you stopped longing for friendship, for companionship, and breathed in the loneliness and the silence until they become part of you. Dutiful, devoted, (not happy, but your happiness does not matter), beautiful, and silent, unless you are singing and dancing for the gods. You don't see a life outside this, nor do you want it, unless you can do more somehow to help your village, your home.

You're in your room, now, rereading one of the few books the shrine owns, when you hear voices, outside: the familiar voice of the high priestess, and a deep voice that is unfamiliar, though he (?) speaks with the accent of the domain capital. You turn a page: you can't hear what they are actually discussing, and it likely does not concern you anyway, until one of the junior priestesses, who is at least five years older than you, bows and enters your room, nervously apologizes for disturbing you. You aren't needed, at least not yet, but you should know that the replacement for the old administrator has arrived, and that he will probably ask to meet you at some point, preferably before the next major ritual.

(Which is soon: less than a week away.)

You expect her to leave, now that she's brought you the news, but she stops, for a moment, and asks if you wish to see the new administrator. Not talk to him, if you do not wish to, but just see him. You aren't very curious, but she's standing by the window: your room has a small real glass window, priceless beyond measure, and usually covered. After a moment, you allow her to uncover the window, and you look out into the garden, where the high priestess and a very tall, broad-shouldered man with long, tied-back pale hair are standing. He's young for his position, not yet thirty, which you hadn't expected - but then again, the last administrator, whose funeral you had danced at, had been an old woman who had not served in her position very long.

He glances away from the high priestess for a moment, gaze settling curiously on something - and you realize that he's seen you, through the window. You don't need to ask the priestess to cover the window: she does it before you can even ask, and retreats once you thank her, politely. Once she is gone, closing the screen behind her, familiar, comforting silence settles back over your room: years ago, you'd learned not to mind being alone.

(It's better this way.)

ORDER 4

[bondsofsuffering]

FINAL HOUR MEMORY EXTRAVAGANZA

[sancrimony]