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[i_speak_softly]

[Don has been in Luceti for seven months now, but there are still some places he has not yet visited. Tonight, he's crossing one of those places off his list.]

[After leaving a note for his housemates, he heads to Good Spirits to see what kind of novel entertainments it might offer. He's not usually interested in alcohol, but tonight he might just be in the mood for a few drinks. He might even feel like firing up the jukebox and dancing like a fool. And, if any fellow patron should happen to suggest some other previously-untried-but-potentially-fun activity, he might just go along with it.]

[Drink with him? Dare him to do something? Or just watch from that shadowy booth in the corner?]

((There is a reason for the insanity, I promise. Please encourage him to do things he normally wouldn't!))

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Raph found that note. And re-read it about a half dozen times. Still he couldn't believe what it said. Something tells him maybe this's just another crazy-ass experiment messing with their heads. Either way, he storms off to Good Spirits to see this for himself and smack some sense into his obviously mentally unsound brother.

The door swings open and he scans the bar for Don, a perturbed look on his face. Seriously, is this somebody's idea of a sick joke? It has to be.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don will be easy to find. He's sitting on a stool at the bar, studying the bottles behind the counter as though he has thirty seconds to memorize them. But he does manage to tear his gaze away when Raph comes in.]

Raph. Which of these haven't you tried yet?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He stalks up to the counter and grabs his brother hard by the shoulder.] The shell are you doin' here?

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[April? Is watching from a dark booth in the corner. Half-amused, half-what-the-hell-is-going-on-here?]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere amidst the chaos, Raph loses track of Don enough to decide he's not gonna bother looking. He pushes through the crowd on his way back from the bar for a fresh beer, not quite sure where he's going.

At first he sees April and thinks nothing of it. But by the second take he realizes something's a little out of place.]

Ape! What're you doin' here!?

[Yes, he is very loud, and more than a little drunk. Don't mind him as he clambers to join you at that booth. It's apparently harder than it looks.]

It's crazy innit?

[all7seas]

[When Sparrow finally does swan in, he grins wide at the sight of stroppy concussed turtle in the bar. So much so that he approaches.]

Turtle! Looking all healed up now, aren't you. Drink?

[i_speak_softly]

Long time no see, Captain. Yes, please. What do you recommend?

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[herotypical]

[Working the bar, Buffy turns to Don.]

You looking for another one? [Drink, she means. Another drink.]

[i_speak_softly]

That depends. [He leans forward on the counter.] Edison or Tesla?

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[Sitting at a small table with a pot of tea in front of him, several cups set around it, Jack looks up in surprise upon seeing the green being walk into the bar. Curious...it seems so similar. Could it be one?]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don pauses as he passes Jack's table, to consider this beverage.] Tea. Excellent. What kind?

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[...That's a giant turtle. In a mask. In a bar.

Itachi takes a moment to check his sharingan, then the saucer of sake he's barely touched over the last half hour. His sight is pretty terrible, but he's fairly certain he really is seeing what he thinks he's seeing.

After that brief moment of surprise, he returns to his own thoughts, simply adding this to the list of strange happenings in this place.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Nod.] Hello.

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[hageshii]

[Goroh gives Donnie a perplexed look. The hell is he doing here? Oh well. He doesn't care.]

Didn't expect to see you here, Don.

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[i_speak_softly]

Given that I am here, will you revise your expectations?

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[automoblephilia.livejournal.com]

[ Do things you normally wouldn't do? Crowley is your demon, and he just walked into the bar. Turtle in a bar...how very, not strange. It's just Luceti normal so yep walking by and taking a seat nearby you, Don. ]

So there's more of your lot, unless you just changed bandannas.

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[i_speak_softly]

((Crowleeeeeyy~))

No, we are color-coded for your convenience. Did you meet Ochre, Plaid, Red, or Slightly Darker Purple?

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[At some point in the evening, Derek will show up. He's unshaven and scruffy looking, although he's apparently also managed to take a bath. He'll cock his head a little at Don, looking surprised to see him at the bar, but that's it.

After a nod, Derek will settle into his own stool and ask for a tequila.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Being serious for a moment.] How are you?

[justicereigns]

[Arches an eyebrow.]

Now Raph I expect here, but you Donatello? Special occasion?

[i_speak_softly]

It's Defying Expectations Day. You and Goroh owe me a flag.

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[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Frederic thought today would be the perfect time to go into the Good Spirits, despite what it was. He usually frequented cafes more than bars, so going in here for the first time was a bit unusual. Once he did enter the bar however, his eyes saw Donatello sitting there and he decided to sit next to him.]

Donatello? I never expected someone such as yourself to be in here.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Three flags!]

But isn't a bar more interesting if there are many kinds of people in it?

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[captain-in-you.livejournal.com]

[Jack takes a seat at the bar next to Don.]

Don't usually see you 'round here. What's the occasion?

[i_speak_softly]

[He is quite, quite drunk by now.]

Captain Jack. [Blink.] Captain Jack? [He stares at you blankly, then rubs his eyes with one hand.] That... um... Shell.