voice + action ✪ we lost the war but won the battle

[herotypical]

[ a chipper voice cuts across the journals. or, at least, it's the voice of someone who is making a sincere effort to be chipper. there's work to be done and the turmoil beneath the surface can be set aside for at least an evening. can't it? ]

The liquid feast of Saint Patrick is soon upon us. So, I'm expecting you hooligans to pack Good Spirits so tightly that I won't be able to tell whether you're lab-rats or sardines. And for those of you who aren't yet up to speed on the bevy of beverage options in town, let me tell you that Good Spirits is just about as premier a pub as you can get in a town where the yardstick is made up and the prices don't matter. Ugh. Next time? I am totally putting Asch on PR duty. It'll be good for him.

[ ...right about now is the time where the young faux-entrepreneur needs to pause for a much-needed breath. ] Lately, the apparently-not-so permanent bar staff has been whittled down a bit, so maybe I should be thinking about hiring some extra hands for the seventeenth.

But while I have your attention -- I'm Buffy Summers, and I have a few vital questions that need answering: soup or salad? Pink Floyd or Led Zepplin? Paper or plastic? Crossword or jigsaw? Aniston or Jolie? Thin crust or thick crust?...Boxers or briefs?

Points will be docked for stupid questions and back-sass. Double points will be docked if you back-sass while also being Xander Harris.

[ with this questionnaire completed, buffy throws herself back into the glamorous life of barmaidenhood. you can find her at good spirits for the majority of the evening, or perhaps you ran into her earler in the day while she was attempting to track down unholy amounts of green food colouring at the item and grocery shops. ]

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[changethepast]

[ A conversation like this really wasn't at all what Serah expected... but the words do manage to get to her, despite her general tendency to hide whatever discomfort she's in. Out of sight, she laces her hands together, training her eyes downward at them as she lets out a slow breath. ]

I haven't seen her in a long time... several years, now.

[herotypical]

Y-yeah. It's been a few for me, too. With my sister, I mean. And even then, it was just a brief glimpse here in town. [ ... ] But you sounded pretty certain, just then, about seeing her again soon?

[changethepast]

Well... back home... we were looking for her. Me, and my friends, that is...

[ Her words are as stilted as her attempts to work out her thoughts on the matter. The problem is, she's still here, so... ]

[herotypical]

So...that means you're pretty anxious to get back there, huh?

[changethepast]

Mmhmm.

[ And she lets out a big sigh-- before appearing to suddenly realize, with an apparent hint of amusement: ]

Hey... I'm not even at the bar and already spilling all my problems.

[herotypical]

...I just happen to be that good at my job. You are welcome to come down, though. If you'd like some company.

[changethepast]

I might have to do just that... [ And then there's a pause, a hmm of thought, and another beat before: ] If you'll agree to tell me more about my sister's boyfriend.

[ She may or may not be tapping the tips of her fingers together at this point. Look, Buffy. Lightning? With a boyfriend?? She needs the deets on this- including any ulterior motives that might have been behind that cooling tone earlier. ]

[herotypical]

...I'll see what facts and memories I can dredge up. Within reason.