itselbitch: (i'm so hapPY)
eliot waugh, brakebills royalty ([personal profile] itselbitch) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2019-09-27 09:28 pm

margarita mixer mingle mlog

characters: eliot waugh, and YOU
location: the invincible, bar area
date/time: sept 26, what constitutes eliot's evening, but whatever time it would be for everyone else
content: eliot has way too much tequila and wants to share some of his delicious extra aƱejo gold with all of you. with a little friendly negotiation, he's taken over the bar and is mixing up drinks for anyone who shows up. kid friendly options available. also there is homemade chips, queso, salsa, and even pan de muertos because eliot's an overachiever. buen provecho!

also there's probably going to be a lime shortage after this until the next ship arrives.
warnings: alcohol, probably some language




Wait, is this a. Party? At The Invincible? Who? What? Why?

Unfortunately, there is no announcement. There aren't even any invitations. It all seems to get set up in the span of minutes, and now there's clearly some sort of fiesta going on. That's all to plan though. See, as an experienced party thrower, Eliot knows no one's actually invited to a good party. The right people just show up, and the rest is history.

So come on over! Have a seat! The smell of fresh food and lime beckons!


THE BAR

Eliot's stationed behind the bar counter, waiting to mix on order whatever you request. Obviously the special today is margaritas, and he's highly recommending it, especially since he's using the good stuff that Beacon seems to have no idea exists, but if you really want to order something else, he'll comply. You filthy heathen.

There are also spirits helping him serve up drinks, but even though he taught them how to make a proper marg, it seems like they're not at all as good at mixing as Eliot is.

Along the bar are various, colorful bowls filled with homemade chips that Eliot whipped up earlier in the day. The bowls are even charmed to keep the chips toasty for so that you don't have to worry about a sad, cold chip! Dipping options include a few varieties of salsa, a refreshing guacamole blend, and a hearty queso.


SEATING AREA

The entire area is decorated in colorful streamers and paper crafts, reminscent of a Mexican festival. Some of the tables have paper-craft skulls colored to look like sugar skulls and there are even a few delicious loaves of pan de muertos waiting to be devoured. "But Eliot! It's not October yet!" No, it's not, but his margarita party is now! Enjoy it anyway!

Of course there are also tables here with chips and your choices of dip. Have at it! He can't possibly eat all these as leftovers, and Quentin doesn't need even more snacks in his diet.

There are some coloring sheets left out on a couple tables too, with markers and crayons available if anyone wants to color any. Eliot thought about using paper cutouts of sugar skulls as decorations before he figured out his paper-craft. While he decided against them, coloring them in might be entertaining for someone else.

Would you also like to make your own paper-craft skull? Well, then lucky you! There are also stencils traced onto paper and (safety) scissors for you to cut them out with. You'll find that they have a tab that slots into a slit to keep it all together without any tape. How fancy is that?



(( this is a mingle log! feel free to make you own top-levels and tag around! eliot is available at the bar for chatting and orders. ))
sauntered_downward: (turn look)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Free will isn't exactly favored in Heaven.

[he reaches out a hand and touches the edge of her glass. The liquid turns dark purple and has the thick, sweet taste of raspberries, sort of reminiscent of Chambord.]

Not always favored in Hell, either, but definitely preferred. Useful for some things.

[Not much of an answer, if she'll take it.
originallutece: a flying cityyyy? (talk; do you want to build)

[personal profile] originallutece 2019-10-05 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
More than a few, I should think.

[It's not a proper answer, but now she's curious about another thing.]

What is it like, then, in Heaven and Hell? I should think you're an authority.
sauntered_downward: (to the world)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-05 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Like a Head Office. Somewhere you go to give reports if you don't properly work there.

Ask me more about Earth. That's where I live.
originallutece: do you even know what an atom is? (talk; all right let's start)

[personal profile] originallutece 2019-10-06 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
I've lived on Earth. Frankly, it doesn't interest me half as much as the unknown. Poets have attempted to describe the two for centuries; I'm not going to be dissuaded so easily.
sauntered_downward: (nah)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-06 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Crowley considers avoiding the question, but she's being genuine, and he has no real reason not to just tell her. It's not as if the answer is particularly impressive, though.]

Hell is relatively large. Different floors, different areas, different sort of torment. My area...well, it's a bit like a very large office building. With a leaking roof and outdated peeling carpet and laptops with broken keys. The coffee is always cold and it's...not exactly impressive, but it's misery at its finest.
originallutece: (talk; i feel numb most of the time)

[personal profile] originallutece 2019-10-07 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
And you enjoy that, do you?
sauntered_downward: (Default)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-07 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
No, of course not. Hell is awful. Spend as little time there as possible.

Earth is where I'm---well, where I was assigned to.
originallutece: (011)

[personal profile] originallutece 2019-10-09 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[She frowns faintly, but if she questions that, she won't say.]

And what was your favorite era?
sauntered_downward: (smug hat)

[personal profile] sauntered_downward 2019-10-10 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
I liked the 1960's. Good time, lots to do. I had great hair, then.

But every year's a good one. The good thing about time, in general, is it always moves me further away from the fourteenth century. Now, that was an awful century.