Get drunk while the space birdman judges you

[keephimtalking]

Who: Lantar Sidonis and anyone looking to get drunk or get hired!
Where: Weaver's
When: 12.02!
What: Lantar opens the new bar!
Warnings: Alcohol consumption!

[Open to everyone!]


Weaver’s doesn’t open with a lot of fanfare. Lantar just props up the sign outside and hurries back in before the chill starts getting to him under the five layers of scarves he’d put on.

The sign reads:

<- WE HAVE BEER
AS COLD AS THIS
FREAKING WEATHER
Experimental subjects
Taste tasters wanted. Free alcohol.

Potentially disgusting, but free.


Stuck to the front of the door is another sign.


HELP WANTED
Looking for: Bartender (1) and servers (2)
Willing to train


Come inside and have a gander! The selection isn’t that great yet, but Lantar’s open for input!

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The Setup - 06.02 - Closed to 10K

[keephimtalking]

The delivery arrives in the evening at 5:30 and Lantar’s cranked up the heater to the max waiting for it. The bar itself was set on the second floor of the building while the stockroom sat under it and the delivery folks help him move the crates and furniture off of their truck.

He’s still not sure where all this was coming from. Every instinct he possessed tells him not to try and ask. Here he was anyways, a few days from opening his own bar. As if it was normal. As if any of this was normal.

Shivering, he wraps the scarves tighter around his head, waving the delivery people off and hitting the button to draw down the steel shutters. Casting a glance at the clock on the wall he rubs his arms, trying to get some warmth back in them.

10K should be here soon. Hopefully anyways, Spirits knows Lantar could use help moving stuff around when all his limbs seemed to be going numb.

[overfivethousand]

No, none of this is normal. 10K doesn't remember much--what exactly had happened to him was still a blur, he's never been to Idaho, and hadn't even with Warren and the others. On their mission. He still can't even remember what that mission was, why they were traveling, aside from it being something about Murphy. But it wasn't something worrying would fix. All he could do was hope they were okay, hope maybe Addy would get him a message or they'd come back when they could, and in the meantime...

Well, in the meantime, he's got some pretty weird memories he's pretty sure aren't his, really, and those memories tell him that he and Sidonis are friends. Isn't that why he agreed to do this in the first place? And even though he doesn't remember much about himself before the accident, he doesn't think he's the type of person to be late. It's only a few minutes after 5:30 when he finally finds the place, knocking on the service door in hopes Lantar's still down there to answer before readjusting the scarf wrapped around his neck and tucked in the front of his parka.


[[I am so sorry about the amount of fail this month. Will prioritize here, sorry!]]

[keephimtalking]

Lantar's in the middle of doing a final check on the new inventory when he hears the knock on the door. Tucking the clipboard under his arm, he quickly picks his way through the boxes and elbows open the door.

"Holy shit, you're early, man," he exclaims, shoving the door out the rest of the way, quickly ushering 10K in, out of the cold.

"I've got the kettle going. You want anything warm to drink before we start? Got tea, insta coffee and cocoa."

There's a skip here as he tightens his own scarf around his neck, doing a quick mental recount.

"Actually, maybe not the coffee. Think the delivery people got them all. Got coffee syrup now though."


[[It's alright! I've hit a slow spot at the moment too!]]

[overfivethousand]

"Wasn't doing anything else, I thought maybe you'd need some help with inventory too," he answers, quickly moving inside where it's not freezing. February in Idaho feels pretty much like February in upstate New York, so it's not like he's never dealt with the cold before, it's just been a while. He thinks. Time before Wayward Pines is another of those things that gets a little fuzzy. "You know, I haven't had cocoa in--" One of those little hiccups that they all have, the ones that politely skip over a gap in memories, or something that skirts a little too close to breaking the 'rules.' He picks back up right away.

"--In a while. You mind? As soon as I can feel my hands again, we can get started. Everything come in on time?"

[keephimtalking]

Lantar doesn't ask about the sudden skip. He busies himself slipping between the crates, moving over to the table he'd set up in the back of the room instead.

"I don't mind at all," he offers once 10K finishes his line of thought, nabbing a clean mug off of the platter and sticking a spoon in it with a little ceramic 'clink'. "These boxes aren't going anywhere. Might as well get warmed up."

Spirits knows he needs to. Just the breeze through that door was enough to chill him all over again.

"I just started on the inventory, but I'm pretty sure everything's here," he adds, carefully shredding a satchel of cocoa into the cup before filling it up halfway through with water from the kettle.

"You want cream? Whipped cream?"

[overfivethousand]

"Thanks. It's freezing out there." He nods, shutting the door behind him firmly and rubbing his hands together. The fingerless gloves aren't doing much for him, but it's more comfortable than having his fingers covered. He's still not sure why, but that's fast becoming the story of his life. "Uh, yeah. Please. Thanks." Whatever polite words apply, he's always starving. Almost like he never really ate before. Which...well, from what he can recollect so far, he might not have. "This place--looks like you've got a good building for it." Sturdy. Easily defensible, from the right vantage point. Another of those thoughts that come and go.

[keephimtalking]

"All the heat gets sucked upstairs," Lantar grumbles as he pours in the cream in. "Which I guess is a good thing, but it's pretty damn annoying when we're stuck down here for a while."

Turians were absolutely not a cold tolerant species. His motherworld was borderline radioactive as far as he knows. Omega was always sweltering, the waste heat from Eezo production trapped within the confines of the station.

Why the hell would any Turian ever live in fucking Idaho of all places, really? If his memories of Pines was real, how did he even end up here?

Frowning, Lantar shakes up the canister of whipped cream before squirting a generous dollop on top of the drink and then holding it out for 10K.

"I'd offer you syrup or sprinkles, but I need to find them in this heap of stuff first."

[overfivethousand]

"It'll be good for your inventory, right? Refrigeration in the summer. It'll get warm, come late spring," he offers, uncertain exactly of how he knows that. More memories he's not sure are really his. He remembers New York, remembers his parents, remembers vague bits of traveling, but Idaho? It should be a blank. Problem is, it isn't. Taking the mug with a nod of thanks, he wraps cold fingers around it before lifting it to take a cautious sip, risking the burned tongue that's inevitable at this point and watching another part of that memory he shouldn't have fill in the gaps in his mind.

"Well, that's what I'm here for, right? Lift heavy boxes, help you get unpacked and all. Where do you wanna start?"

[keephimtalking]

"... W-what?"

Summer? Spring?

Lantar looks at 10K like he's grown another head. The kid was talking as if the weather was going to change, but that- that-

Idaho wasn't going to be a snowy hell all the time?

Looking through his... his memories of Pines, he suddenly sees it. Really understands it for the first time. Summer. Spring. Autumn and winter. Seasons.

What the fuck?

"Uh, right," Lantar says with all the grace of someone who was trying to act like his mind hadn't just been completely blown. "Yeah. Let's get to work. Uh, here's a copy of the inventory for you."

He slides the paper off of his clipboard and holds it out for 10K to take.

[overfivethousand]

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it, I'm not really a big fan of the snow. Guess I might not be saying that come August, but hey."

He isn't sure what exactly is going through Lantar's head, or why he looked at him so weird, but 10K's not the type to push. It's been tough for him, too, remembering. Remembering a life in this town, remembering people he'd met. Sidonis is one of those, too; odd jobs here and there, small conversations, companionable silences. Maybe it's been the same on his end, the awkwardness of remembering. So he waits, and nods as Sidonis passes him a list, taking it in hand and scanning the paper.

"Sure thing. Tell me where you want me to get started, and we'll get through this."

Get through all of it, somehow, and not just the inventory.

[keephimtalking]

"You know, my species comes from a planet that's borderline radioactive," Lantar puffs, doing a quick read over the list. "I'm gonna take whatever bitty span of warmth I can get in this place."

Wait. Is that alright to talk about? Lantar hesitates, scowling at his clipboard. It's gotta be alright, right? It's just like humans saying they were from Earth, which was just a fact.

Besides, he's not even from Palaven, he's from...

Omega...?

Forcibly shaking off the confusion, he moves, striding past the crates.

"Here, you start on the warmer side of the room," Lantar says pointing to said pile of boxes. Give the guy some time to warm up since he'd just come in from the cold. "I'll start on the other. Get the cling film off and match the numbers on the boxes up with the stuff on the paper and move 'em out to the front of the elevator. That's through the door in the back there."