TWENTY THREE ✖ SPAM/TEXT

[wedonot]

[Open Spam for the Pub]

[Charles didn't spend much time in here. Really, ever since he'd become, for all intents and purposes, the guardian of three young adults, Charles hadn't really indulged much in anything that could be considered irresponsible, which was fairly different from how he'd spent his life before meeting Moira in the bar in Oxford. When he hadn't been working on his thesis, a fair amount of time had been spent in different pubs, wooing women and generally not really acting like an adult who was working to be a professor of genetics.

But tonight he found himself deciding he needed a change in scenery, and he needed a drink, because sitting around in his room doing nothing was doing himself no good. Between the conversation with Wanda and the ethical questions it raised and Morgana killing Merlin, he didn't really know what to do with himself, because he couldn't go for a run, he didn't want to talk to Erik (not yet anyway), and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be around people, or to be alone.

So he is just letting himself in, helping himself to some Scotch and will be sitting off by himself thinking a bit nostalgically to a time where the only responsibility he had was making sure Raven kept out of trouble, and trying to ignore the fact that he hadn't seen or talked to his sister since the beach, and that had been almost nine months ago.]

[Private to Erik, a while later]

If you're not busy, I wouldn't mind some company up in the pub.

[ooc: MULTIPLES ARE WELCOME FOR THE SPAM I forgot to mention it earlier sorry about that. Gimme all your cr. c:]

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[useofaswhat]

[There are two reasons Mal is in the pub: one, he likes drinking, and there's not a hell of a lot of opportunity to when you're living on a spaceship. Two, he's made it his new goal to meet everyone on the ship and get an idea who's trouble and who's not. The first reason is why he's about three deep and counting, on the way to getting sloppy; the second is why he waves at Charles and attempts to strike up conversation.] You look like one ain't gonna be enough for you.

[spam] hopefully multiple threads are okay?

[vanshrike]

[Perry's not usually much of a social drinker these days himself, but between settling in and spending the day largely on his feet in various places around the Barge, the bar seems like as good a place as any to sit down for a little while.

He's also not usually one for making anyone else's business his own if he can avoid it, but good nature is always going to win out when it comes down to it-- whether he'd admit to as much or not. Either way, Perry doesn't have it in him to ignore someone who looks as deeply troubled as Charles seems to at the moment.]

This seat taken?

[Spamburgers and Ham]

[aggravating]

[Charles should know, by now, that if he's going to go to the pub? Eventually he'll run into his inmate. Tony practically lives there.

He grins at the Warden letting him in this time around (Arkady, probably, if not someone random) and lets his eyes comb over who's here this time. He's used to picking his times carefully, coming when no one else is there, so he doesn't have to be more social than he has to be, but today? Well, it looks like Wheels has something to drown his sorrows in.

So, he finds himself wandering over to where Charles is hiding away, hands in his pockets and eyebrows raised pointedly.]

You know, there are faster ways to get drunk than scotch.

[can_has_vodka]

[Arkady appears at his elbow as soon as he selects a table, her face a mask of worry. It's hard to be someone who genuinely cares about people; she knows that one firsthand, and there are many terrible things happening. She knows this fatigue, knows it very well, and she might have something that will help. But she'll start with a gentle outpouring of support and concern, and a drink.]

Sweet or strong tonight, Charles?

[Private]

[wecanavenge]

You'll have to let me in. [What's going on here.]