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riverviewlogs2017-09-22 02:00 am
somakemelaugh) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-22 02:00 am
festivities, yo
who: Undertaker and YOU
what: A mortician/barista enjoying the end of the month city-wide funsies
when: Sept 22 - 30th
where: All around Riverview
warnings: Undertaker is an idjit when he's not being a badass
prompt 1: fungal safari
The beasts of the forest aren't anything that unnerves him. He and these creatures have tangoed before, on more than one occasion, and so when the announcement comes about that there are rewards being offered for a certain fungus that restaurants consider a rare treat for their customers, Undertaker makes a point of putting his name in for that lot. The cafe itself has started to consider a sandwich he hasn't seen on the menu before that includes one of these tasty morsels. Really, there's no reason in the world for him to pass up this opportunity. Add a little to his savings and help his employer and a few others out at the same time? Count him in!
prompt 2: tavernfest
This sort of thing is the thing he misses. It looks like the carnivale that he visited when he first came into the city and that had been quite a time for him. The music, the food and the drink, all new things to him that he found he had become quite fond of in his time here. The ale being offered was nothing like the whiskey he had been used to back home, but he'd taken it so rarely even then that it hardly mattered. It lacked the burn of his own alcohol, but it... wasn't bad, especially with the spiced pork he'd found at a vendor just across the way.
Oh, this was lovely. He thought he might like to try that recipe for himself one day. And since the event called for a costume of sorts, something historical from their own world, and he himself seems to be living history for the people in this place and the times from which they come, he has opted to wear something akin to what people in his society used to wear at fancy outings. It's a little high class, even for him, but his living clients often were, and he wears his own mortician's garbs pretty much everywhere he goes. Why not dress up for a bit?
prompt 3: under my umbrella
It sure is getting more and more damp outside these days. Really, he's surprised Tavernfest can go on with as much rain as they've suddenly been getting lately, but it works out somehow. The good news is, it isn't rain that's burning through his hair and clothes and causing rashes and welts, so there's that. It's been raining so much, he brought out his umbrella to keep dry today, but a thought crosses his mind and he grins, lowers it, and swings it around.
Anyone who catches him out in the wet and the muggy will find him dancing in the rain, soaking wet from top to bottom and not a care in the world what anyone else thinks about it.
prompt 4: wildcard/recovery
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what: A mortician/barista enjoying the end of the month city-wide funsies
when: Sept 22 - 30th
where: All around Riverview
warnings: Undertaker is an idjit when he's not being a badass
prompt 1: fungal safari
The beasts of the forest aren't anything that unnerves him. He and these creatures have tangoed before, on more than one occasion, and so when the announcement comes about that there are rewards being offered for a certain fungus that restaurants consider a rare treat for their customers, Undertaker makes a point of putting his name in for that lot. The cafe itself has started to consider a sandwich he hasn't seen on the menu before that includes one of these tasty morsels. Really, there's no reason in the world for him to pass up this opportunity. Add a little to his savings and help his employer and a few others out at the same time? Count him in!
prompt 2: tavernfest
This sort of thing is the thing he misses. It looks like the carnivale that he visited when he first came into the city and that had been quite a time for him. The music, the food and the drink, all new things to him that he found he had become quite fond of in his time here. The ale being offered was nothing like the whiskey he had been used to back home, but he'd taken it so rarely even then that it hardly mattered. It lacked the burn of his own alcohol, but it... wasn't bad, especially with the spiced pork he'd found at a vendor just across the way.
Oh, this was lovely. He thought he might like to try that recipe for himself one day. And since the event called for a costume of sorts, something historical from their own world, and he himself seems to be living history for the people in this place and the times from which they come, he has opted to wear something akin to what people in his society used to wear at fancy outings. It's a little high class, even for him, but his living clients often were, and he wears his own mortician's garbs pretty much everywhere he goes. Why not dress up for a bit?
prompt 3: under my umbrella
It sure is getting more and more damp outside these days. Really, he's surprised Tavernfest can go on with as much rain as they've suddenly been getting lately, but it works out somehow. The good news is, it isn't rain that's burning through his hair and clothes and causing rashes and welts, so there's that. It's been raining so much, he brought out his umbrella to keep dry today, but a thought crosses his mind and he grins, lowers it, and swings it around.
Anyone who catches him out in the wet and the muggy will find him dancing in the rain, soaking wet from top to bottom and not a care in the world what anyone else thinks about it.
prompt 4: wildcard/recovery
((OOC: Hit me up here if you'd like to request something in particular. Fite me bruh.))
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One part about this world that he found he liked, anyway.
He paused and took another sip of his ale and swallowed it without a flinch. It still didn't taste much better and the actual alcohol content wasn't near enough that he would feel anything from it, but he did hate to waste, so he would finish it. In time. "Ah, but milord, the white wines are usually the dry ones. You behave like a man, but your tastes toward adult drinks haven't yet developed. Give it time. You've a few years yet." He lifted a his free hand to his mug and ran a nail around the rim of the container in thought. "Do you let it breathe first?"
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The teen made another face at how easily Undertaker drank the ale. If it didn't taste much better than it smelled, how could anyone stomach it? And then he couldn't help but just frown at the comment.
"Depending. Every red blend I've tried has been dry. There are plenty of white that are sweet and that we keep in the manor." Even with Undertaker, he still loathed being treated like a child. Yes, he was still one, but he didn't like it. "Sebastian always handled that."
Knowing the demon though... probably not. Just for the sake of making his master suffer.