kore_logs | only listens to the radio to see who's alive

Who: Fortescue, and you
What: Now that things are slightly less dangerous, she's going to have a better look around. And find the bar. As you do.
When: Day 64, whenever.
Where: Anywhere in town.
Warnings: Nothing yet. Will update if necessary. ~~Shameless flirting.~~

It's been a few days since Fortescue's arrival. Her arm's started to calm down, though the swelling at her wrists is still present. According to the little wristband, people are returning to normal. Which should be promising, of course, except that Fortescue can't help but wonder what's in store for the next time. Her mind has plenty of ideas — she's seen too many laboratories and camps for it to be quiet. So, to help work that off, she slips out of her hidey hole and back into town, determined to at least get her bearings. Now that she's at least half sure that she won't have to defend herself on every corner.

Jazz trots at her heels, the little black cat's eyes alertly taking everything in, as she learns the layout of this peculiar little town. It isn't large. She's not sure what to think about that. But perhaps that means less space to cram more subjects into. A smaller sample pool? Whatever the reason, Fortescue soon uncovers the bar. That, at least, she can be pleased about, if only as a space to escape to when the alcohol runs dry. (A frightening thought, which she tries not to think too much about.)

Her cat jumps to her shoulders as she wanders in to take a look around.

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Dilandau's seated at a table in a dark corner nursing a glass of red wine. It's not sweet nor as strong as the vino he prefers, but it's enough to ease some of the tension he'd been feeling.

He looks up when he hears someone enter and immediately scowls as he spots who it is. His glass clinks quietly as he places it on the table, but he doesn't make an effort to draw her attention beyond glaring at her.

It had been a crazy and fucked up week, and the only way Charlie can think of properly sending it off is by getting absolutely piss-drunk.

His eyes fall on Fortescue as soon as she enters. Chiefly because hey, she's an attractive young lady and he's only human. But also because it's not like everyone walks in with a cat on their shoulders. That is a cat isn't it? He hasn't drunk nearly enough to be seeing things.

"Hey, sweetheart. They let that thing in here?"

Ruby smells the cat before she sees it and she thinks of Riley. She thinks maybe that's Riley's cat, because the saber-toothed cats smell a little different and she hasn't spotted a house cat yet, but when she rounds the corner onto the main stretch of road that she's taken to thinking of as Main Street, she sees a newer face than Riley's.

She makes sure she isn't sniffing the air anymore before she says anything. "You're new, right?" She remembers seeing her on the network, not that she was able to respond.

There's a man in the corner of the bar, nursing a drink. There are two bottles next to him, one empty, the other half-full. He must have been at this a while.

Truth is, Balthazar's very relieved to be de-Leviathaned, but he's hesitant to just go right back home. Especially with lingering chaos in the wake of the transformations. He's positive he didn't kill anyone, but he did take a few bites, and he's not sure everyone will believe his innocence.

That, and the whole experience has left him feeling filthy.

Still, he takes note of an unfamiliar woman in the room. One with a black cat. Interesting. He clears his throat and says, "No milk products in the place that I'm aware of, but there are some sardines, I believe, if your friend doesn't drink beer."

Ah, the bar.

It's become one of Cas' favorite places, truth be told. He reclines in a chair, legs lazily stretched out, nursing a bottle of... something or other, might be bear, might be something else. There's an orange pill bottle on the table, too, so the good life choices become very obvious very quickly. Still, his eyes are surprisingly brightly when they settle on the new arrival.

"What a sight for sore eyes."

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<s>but shameless flirting is his favourite</s>

mid-afternoon

Bars are good places for meetups.

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