smash_logs | Drinking your worries away and stuffing large sausages in your mouth.

Who: Everyone
What: 17th of March at Bob's Cafe
Where: Bob's Cafe
When: Backdated to Tuesday, March 17th
Warnings: D for Drinking Dudes

Ahh March 17thh! The perfect day to have a festival of getting wasted and one celebrating Irish sausages and beer, right? Bob is ~~looking for an excuse to get wasted~~ going to get wasted!

The destination? The quaint little place that just happened to be owned by Arceus. Sausages floated in the air everywhere instead of the usual lights. Be careful not to bump your head and don't open your mouth to wide hahahaa--- It's the sausages! The thousands of them! Sausages as far as the eye can see, of all sizes, shapes and varieties from sour to spicy to bacon-filled. Cabbages, sauerkraut and sauces! Knödel (potato or bread dumplings), Kasspatzn (cheese noodles), Reiberdatschi (potato pancakes what do you mean I stole these from wikipedia) exploding from all sides of the kitchen. Oh and Bretzels ~~they're made with real Brets~~ bigger than your fist or even your HEAD! And the Beer. There is beer. EVERYWHERE. BEER. For those who are under the age of 19, we have non-alcohol beverages available (okay okay, it's juice). Grape, Pear, Strawberry, Cherry, you can drink them and pretend you're having an awesome time as the adults and some even almost taste like wine and beer! But really, don't you wish you were 19 like the rest? Hahahaha too bad.

Your waiters are dressed appropriately. But due to the nature of the game, sometime they come out to serve you dressed like this.

MAGICAL THINGS ARE AFOOT. For you see, the minute you enter the building, a fog envelopes you and suddenly! Poof! You're in a GREEN COLORED costume! What is it? It's MAGIC! Handy right? Forget having to spend hours for that perfect hairdo, at least tonight you'll be a perfect hairdo or some green on you, without regards to budget. It is merely what your imagination. Besides, even someone like Bob is mischievous this time of the year, especially when she's drunk.

Bob herself is dressed up appropriately. Well, you think? She seems to change costumes every time she talks to someone else or she moves behind a well concealed pole or door. How does she do that? A rather simple costume, it almost fits in the fact they are in a kitchen. What's odd is there are red peppers floating all around him..

Come on in! Be merry! Enjoy your green do!! Get Drunk! Eat Sausages! Celebrate! Have beer-filled desserts!

[OOC - Feel free to start out threads with your dudes doing things if you'd like. Mingle with each other, sometimes there will be special threads like giant sausage invasions, or shamrocks dancing. Take a seat, let the waiters come to you, Imagine your dudes in the most terrible of green outfits!]

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Weed them out. Navarre would rather do away with them and do the world a favor. One problem with that plan would be the 'don't kill the students' rule as part of his hiring. Damn rules.

"These idiots fail even the simplest exercises," Navarre scoffed. "If this were the real world, they would've been killed already." Stupid school rules. "Maybe a harder test would get rid of them."

Byrne moved closer to the table, taking a seat across from Navarre. But he nodded. It was almost refreshing to see someone with similar views on the weaknesses of the students, of the stupidity of this school, and everything.

"Perhaps," he agreed. "If they find the harder test too painful they may drop the class."

Navarre frowned a bit before taking another drink of beer. At least their beer was good, even if it were colored like sewage.

Dropping didn't sit terribly well with the mercenary. It just didn't have the same impact as losing a limb or scars or even losing an ally's life because you were an idiot.

"Maybe." Navarre looked less than pleased with the solution. "What a poor excuse for learning swords. I'd rather just take a finger off, then see if they make mistakes again."

Of course, the solution would lead to a bad downward spiral into inevitable failure, but that wasn't exactly the point. The point was, with physical repercussions, no one made the same mistake twice. That's how he was taught. There was a reason he still had all 10 fingers. He was very good at killing the opponent before the opponent had a chance to blink.

Byrne sighed at this, taking a sip from his very green drink. He was, for once, sympathetic to this man's plight somewhat. It was a parallel of his own struggles with teaching, and how much he did not enjoy it. Fortunately his class was only once a week, but he often wondered if coming to this school was the right thing to do.

"It's tempting," he said, "But with that fool, Caim, being caught in the acts of murder and assault here, I would be careful of what you do."

In martial arts, Byrne couldn't exactly cut off fingers without the aid of his gauntlet, although it would be a lie to say he hadn't been severely tempted. Or at least he had wanted to spar with the students and end up severely wounding them. But outside of the Stadium, that was an unwise decision.

"So I've heard." Byrne wasn't the first to mention this Caim person. Everyone seemed to talk about him. Murder and assault. This place had some seriously wussy rules. They almost matched that pansy prince Marth's way of doing things, except that Navarre actually respected Marth. Navarre didn't have much respect for the leadership here. They paid him. They set the rules. That was it.

But what did the Hands truly expect from a mercenary teaching a swordsmanship class? Really. Come on now.

He took another sip of the green beer, staring at it for a moment. Well this was the most exciting thing he'd done since the War was over now. "Damn fool. Ruining the fun."

Byrne smirked at this, and since his scarf was down it was visible this time. Caim was indeed a fool; a fool whom he had very little respect for. The man just got on his nerves, and was clearly and overconfident buffoon, practically screaming to the security on campus that he was the murderer.

"If he hadn't been so obvious about his crimes, I'm sure this place would be a lot more fun."

Though Byrne was slightly wary of saying that. He had committed murders himself in the past and suffered no consequences other than his own guilt. It wasn't something he wanted to continue, but he could sympathize with Navarre's plight. At least wanting to enact physical punishment for the students who faltered. The closest he could do was those taxing drills.

Navarre wasn't quite so sympathetic, though he did have his hesitations and people he simply wouldn't kill. Otherwise was another story.

Now Navarre wasn't exactly ninja-like, but he didn't make a big deal about killing someone. He just did his business and carried on, his actions calm and rather unalarming. But this Caim sounded like he was proud of his work. Damn fool.

"At least more entertaining." Navarre truly hated being bored.

Byrne had to agree. This whole murder atmosphere had made the school so tense, with everyone afraid to go anywhere. However, the Security team essentially let that fool walk free with hardly any consequences, free to essentially kill more.

In a way, he could understand Caim's need to broadcast his work. If Caim was anything like himself, that is. But Byrne would never be so stupid as to do such a thing.

"Perhaps you should let the students fight each other. They can impale each other."

Navarre hadn't heard of what exactly Caim had killed, but he didn't particularly care. Navarre had heard of the results of this killing spree, the release of Caim, their restricting his movements. Navarre would rather die than be suppressed like that. He liked his blades and blood far too much.

Navarre took another long sip of beer. "That wouldn't be a bad idea." And it would be within the 'rules' of his hire. "Might prove to be entertaining."

Byrne nodded. If he allowed something like that, any deaths or injuries would be out of his control. It would probably be the most effective way to teach and weed out the bad ones. Hopefully they would only sustain injuries instead of dying, but the injuries would hopefully stifle their desire to partake in such a class any longer.

"Indeed," he agreed. "An effective way to get the students to learn quicker."

That sort of plan sounded more like the training at home. It was do or die, and he was definitely a doer. He became well feared, as well.

"Yeah," Navarre agreed with another sip of beer. "The weak ones are dragging the class down."

Drinking your worries away and stuffing large sausages in your mouth.

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