::Open RP - Grand Opening of The Little Green Apple Shisha Cafe!!!::

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

All over the school, posters have been appearing. Like this one-











But finally, it was opening night. Bottles of hard-to-find BPAL, assorted smokeables, exotic liqueurs and fine chocolate... oh, all the addictive sumptuous delights one might crave!




And she herself took the stage first, to break in the karaoke machine.

"Because everything sounds better in French, darlings...."


Fairport Convention, "Si Tu Dois Partir" (lyrics)

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[schizowarrior.livejournal.com]

Molly, having seen the posters, decided she had to check this one out. She'd tried absinthe at La Fee's Sorting, and would quite happily do so again.

She arrived just in time for the karaoke, and applauded at the end. "What's it mean?" she asked.

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

Some words translated universally. Shisa was one of them, and off-duty, Dax certainly had no qualms about partaking (provided she remained Birkenstock (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1198685.html) free).

She walked in, and looked around for a friendly face.

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

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[carriesapurse.livejournal.com]

"KAWAOOOOOOKE~~~", Tinky Winky warbled, prancing in with his magic handbag over his arm, and Michael's dog Guano (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1220413.html) peeking out of the purse's open top. Rocking the house Paris Hilton style.

"One night, in Hogwartstubbyland, Tinky Winky sang a song," the Narrator's voice announced.

Which Tinky Winky did, treating the cafe's handful of patrons to "Bananaphone. (http://www.yousendit.com/download/M3BrT0NhU1BQb0kwTVE9PQ)"

And promptly clapped his hands together, not to applaud himself per se, but out of sheer untrammeled excitement. "AGAIN! AGAIN!"

To placate his purple charge, the Narrator piped up with a song of his own.

"Bwokeback," Tinky Winky chortled, as the Narrator crooned Marty Robbins' (http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/robbins-marty/saddle-tramp-11893.html) "Saddle Tramp (http://download.yousendit.com/663FC43F77F15DFE)".

"Bwokeback! Chaw!"

Time to head back to the Chaw Parlor. Guano croaking what passed for a bark from the red handbag, Tinky Winky skipped off.

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

The only reason that House decided to turn up was that 'fine smoking blends' could only be a euphemism for opium. He'd connected the two ever since living in China for a month when he was ten and sneaking into an opium den - which was surprising really, considering they were supposed to be either outlawed or extremely well hidden. In any case, in the spirit of escapism from the fact that he now had a reason to be specifically miserable, House had found the opium pipes faster than he should be physically capable of.

And they were properly prepared with the pea-size ball of opium, nearby couches and everything. Cool. It was right in the middle of theorizing over karaoke and the fact that people who willingly indulged in it must be brain damaged in some way, that the first inhalation of opium hit him. And god, it was great. Laying back on the couch and tucking his hands behind his head, House smirked up at the ceiling. If anybody were to bother him, they would likely see House at his second-most-mellow state, complete without sarcasm. Possibly.

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

...Premium absinthe? What what?

Even with not having drank the absinthe La Fee Verte had given Dean at her sorting, in his current mental state (which was actually his permanent mental state as of late, but that was beside the point), he really couldn't turn down that kind of offer. And with 'fine smoking blends' tacked onto that, he couldn't help but let his interest be piqued quite sufficiently as he took a few steps inside, curiously, taking everything in with wide, impressed eyes.

Damn.

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Erk recalls La Fee Verte as someone fairly normal, apart from being green and sparkly. His recollection of the conversation he had with her in the midst of their two Sortings is rather fuzzy, but that's no reason not to come to something perfectly harmless like this. Of course, given that the man has the alcohol tolerance of a screech-owl, the visit may yet prove to be unwise anyway.*

Hello?

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

*Matthew strolls in; after all, how can he not attend a grand opening in his own House?* Nice place; didn't think we had anywhere like this. Oh, well. A wizard did it, I guess.

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

Pouting artfully, La Fee Verte takes the microphone again.




Ella Fitzgerald,"Wacky Dust" (http://www.mediafire.com/?7ynidkio5fi)

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was dragged in by Eris, clinging to his arm. He didn't really want to be there, but how could it be much worse than his previous state?

...Well, he knew better than to ask that. But still, there was chocolate and booze. He supposed it was good enou--waitaminute.

He sniffed the air. Beyond all of the food, beyond the alcoholic beverages, beyond whatever Highly Illegal smoke was floating about, he couldn't help but notice other scents tingling. Like perfumes, but not quite. Exotic things. Intriguing things.

He gulped down a little more from the bottle he'd brought along with him as if in preparation and wandered in. There was a table, full of little bottles, decorative, numerous, in which the scents were contained. He picked one up and gave it a whiff. It said 'Saint-Germain' on it.

"Oi, what's all this for?" he asked anyone who might know. "Got a bit of voodoo potion-making magic or something going on here?"

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

Marius walked into the cafe, carrying a small black notebook, a bottle of ink, and a quill pen. He looked absently around the remodeled Slytherin Common Room, wondering why he was there. When the Green Fairy started singing in French, Marius relaxed, the worry lines gone from his bro.

This was where he was comfortable writing- this was where he was used to fending off his friends in order to try and work out te metrical pattern of his sonnet. Marius pulled up a table, contemplated asking for glass of absinthe, and flipped open his notebook.

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[rogue-nebari.livejournal.com]

Finally, someplace decent to get drunk at that isn't on the other end of the castle. And hey, looks like they don't only have booze. "Hey, green girl--what do you recommend?"

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

It wasn't that Dax was planning on forming an alien club, or anything like that. But she was rather guilty of keeping an active eye out.

"Hello, there!"

[heymrcrowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley had been there the whole time -- it was, after all, his house, and he needed to keep an eye on things. He was lurking in the back of the room, taking a cue from his more... underworldly peers, blending neatly into the shadows as he surveyed the proceedings. He was nursing a glass of absinthe and a cigarette (a regular one, at least for now), snuggled back into the depths of an armchair. When Fee went up on the karaoke, he clapped and whistled for her, but otherwise, he was just kind of chilling.

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

Oh, now, this was just quaint. He hadn't been inside something like this since he'd had that long weekend with the Queen's niece in France. Well, there'd also been that last few months when he'd been living just outside of Berlin, but that was more fucking against a wall than actually going inside, and he only vaguely remembered the establishment as having something to do with drinks and illegal substances. Maybe. But damn, that had been a great fuck.

As was his habit, Robin walked slowly around the room, scanning the faces, taking note of the people and the objects and the way everyone was relating. (To better manipulate or pick pockets later.) Then he spotted a familiar profile. Dropping gracefully into the chair next to Crowley, he settled back with a slight smile. "Now this is more what I imagined school should be like. Alcohol, drugs, and beautiful women singing." Then he gave a short laugh. "Actually, this is exactly what most of the Trojan war was like. Outside of the actual killing, which I avoided at all costs. Messy things, wars. Ruin a good suit faster than you can deflower a virgin."

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Having seen the posters, Susan decided she had to see what this place was all about. She'd owled Granddad, to see if he wanted to meet here for their weekly tea. Well, tea or something; the cafe seemed to have all kinds of things on hand.

[friendofkittens.livejournal.com]

Death didn't see any reason not to oblige her; it certainly wasn't the rule that they meet in one or the other room every week. If she wanted to go out, they would go out. The tea -- or whatever -- itself was the important thing.

However, it seemed like it would be best to be discreet. Rather than stalking in through the door and making an entrance, he simply quietly appeared at her elbow. GOOD EVENING, he offered with what he hoped was a grandfatherly smile.