Hospitality
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vivala-1: During the Imperial attacks on Flotsam or the Mines-
Certainly, it was very important that the Corsairs fight to protect their own forces, but not all Corsairs are fighters.
On a quiet Wednesday night, off the main strip of Elysium where all the casinos and brothels and such were that all the rich tourists frequented, there was a little bar. It didn't really have anything about it that made it stand out, but something about the Laughing Toadstool (The name of the bar, according to the sign over the door.) that made it feel more welcoming the more tired you were. It was a place that called out to weary travelers of all sorts. It was a warm and welcoming looking building.
Imperial nobles, looking for depraved excess and debauchery, usually ignored it entirely, but the Laughing Toadstool always did steady business with the locals. Partially because anyone who wasn't a noble in the Empire was probably pretty tired, but there was more to it than that.
In more revolutionary circles, it was understood that the Laughing Toadstool was a place of sanctuary. A place where you could go to find a friendly ear, or even (if you needed it) a place to hide for a day or two.
Whatever your reasoning for being here, the owner of the place always greeted newcomers from behind the bar with a smile.
"Welcome, welcome! Please take a seat! Can I get you something to drink?"
-2: After the attacks are fended off-
After major Corsair operations, the Laughing Toadstool usually hosted some kind of event. A wine tasting, or live music, or dancers...something along those lines. The Corsairs usually needed to either celebrate their great victories, or to mourn their tragic losses, and here was a good place to do it.
As rumor had it it had been a fighting retreat on all sides, Iren figured they wouldn't really be in the mood to party too hard. She had hired some musicians, but the mood for the night was sentimental and full of longing. A lot of love songs about the "one that got away".
Eventually, someone came in that she recognized and her normal veneer of cheerful professionalism cracked. She pulled them aside with a look of concern.
"I haven't heard any news yet. What happened at Flotsam? Do we know, yet?"
Certainly, it was very important that the Corsairs fight to protect their own forces, but not all Corsairs are fighters.
On a quiet Wednesday night, off the main strip of Elysium where all the casinos and brothels and such were that all the rich tourists frequented, there was a little bar. It didn't really have anything about it that made it stand out, but something about the Laughing Toadstool (The name of the bar, according to the sign over the door.) that made it feel more welcoming the more tired you were. It was a place that called out to weary travelers of all sorts. It was a warm and welcoming looking building.
Imperial nobles, looking for depraved excess and debauchery, usually ignored it entirely, but the Laughing Toadstool always did steady business with the locals. Partially because anyone who wasn't a noble in the Empire was probably pretty tired, but there was more to it than that.
In more revolutionary circles, it was understood that the Laughing Toadstool was a place of sanctuary. A place where you could go to find a friendly ear, or even (if you needed it) a place to hide for a day or two.
Whatever your reasoning for being here, the owner of the place always greeted newcomers from behind the bar with a smile.
"Welcome, welcome! Please take a seat! Can I get you something to drink?"
-2: After the attacks are fended off-
After major Corsair operations, the Laughing Toadstool usually hosted some kind of event. A wine tasting, or live music, or dancers...something along those lines. The Corsairs usually needed to either celebrate their great victories, or to mourn their tragic losses, and here was a good place to do it.
As rumor had it it had been a fighting retreat on all sides, Iren figured they wouldn't really be in the mood to party too hard. She had hired some musicians, but the mood for the night was sentimental and full of longing. A lot of love songs about the "one that got away".
Eventually, someone came in that she recognized and her normal veneer of cheerful professionalism cracked. She pulled them aside with a look of concern.
"I haven't heard any news yet. What happened at Flotsam? Do we know, yet?"
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Date: 2024-10-03 09:57 am (UTC)"Maybe things will look better when they've finished accounting for everyone and everything that happened," he says, trying to reassure both her and himself.
He glances at the mine workers who had escaped with him. They're all finally smiling. "Thank you for your hospitality," he says to Iren. "The others are still worn out from the escape and trip over here, but if there's anything you could use some help with around the restaurant please let me know."
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Date: 2024-10-05 02:01 pm (UTC)“If we had more people like you around, maybe things wouldn’t be so messy right now.”
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Date: 2024-10-06 02:56 am (UTC)"Well, the Corsairs ought to help each other out right? Even if it's just doing chores to keep things running." He doesn't say the name aloud, mouthing it instead so she can see.
That's right. Out of all the people at this table, it's the smallest one who is a member.
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Date: 2024-10-07 05:14 am (UTC)Goodness, they're recruiting them younger than ever. Iren felt a moment of worry for the boy, which she did her best to keep off her face.
"Just. Be careful. We can't afford to lose people."
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Date: 2024-10-07 11:46 am (UTC)The worker sitting next to Atom overhears and leans over to pat him on the head and announce his endorsement of Atom's abilities. "This kid helped us narrowly escape! Would you believe he can fly? You should see it! Fire shoots from his feet! That's why he's barefoot."
Atom laughs a little painfully. "I'm just happy we all got out. And normally, I do wear shoes. Sorry for coming in here barefoot by the way."