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-QuietGoodnight-'s Isolated Haven
A crimson door that appears to those who need rest, or wish to potentially make friends while not having to brave the wilds of the 'Real World'.

The Isolated Haven.

Herein, the seats are comprised mainly of booths, with dim lighting, and primarily calming music- such as Also Sprach Brooks. Sometimes there is a band- though how they manage to find this place, only they know.

"Greetings."

All who enter are greeted this way.

"Now, while my name is not of importance at this time, yours is- as are your tastes in drinks and company." There is a soft chuckle.

"The rules of this place are simple. Keep yourselves fairly calm. You will not, under any circumstances, make things 'hot and heavy' in this environment. Go do that somewhere else. That aside...interact with whoever you want, and ask me for anything you'd like to eat or drink."

With a short bow, the bartender, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a cloak, returns to his place- washing glasses, and checking the taps.

“Ah, and one more thing. If someone asks you to stop talking to them- just stop. Quietly.”

With a final nod, the explanation is finished.

Take a seat, friends- and enjoy your stay.
*The doors opens to reveal Mitsuru, who lowers her shades and looks around with interest*

This establishment seems rather charming. If I might be able to get a menu, I'd like to see what you have to offer.
Name anything you'd desire- rest assured, I have it in stock.

*The bartender offers a small nod, and a smile upon his pale face.*

The owner extends his regards. Do sit wherever you'd like- save for the counter, of course.
Is that so? Well then, I'd like the finest fillet mignon and a glass of wine. I'll let you surprise me.

*She flips her hair with her hand before taking a seat in a nearby booth. Waiting patiently for her order to arrive*
As you wish.

*The bartender bows, retreating to the back. In time, the sounds and aromas of the small steak being cooked drift into the main sitting area... It takes approximately fifteen minutes, but it is finally served, along with a glass of red wine.*

As the lady requested, Filet Mignon and a wine pairing.
(Don't mind this bump. It's as innocent as a pupper.)
OOC: mind if I bring this back up in about 3 and a half hours? I'm working but I do like the idea.
(No problem at all. I should be awake.)
*he opens the door, quick to walk in, and looks around with interest*

Yet another new place it seems. At least it's quiet here, gives the place it's own kind of charm. Definitely looks fancier than the other places I've been.
...Ah, another guest. Do sit down.

*The bartender nods quietly, motioning to the available seats.*
Alright, I'm game.

*sits at the nearest booth*

Sign says you people serve anything. Is that true? Because a lot of places like this see some foods as below them to make.
Anything you happen to desire, within reason.

Anything specific you wanted to have, sir?
It shouldn't be too hard, I just haven't had any in forever. Would Chicken Alfredo be alright? I mean, it's not the hardest thing to make, it simply isn't served at most places here.
Certainly. It's no problem at all.

*The bartender bows once more, retreating to the back. It doesn't take nearly as long as the Filet did for Mitsuru- only around eight minutes, perhaps nine.*

Chicken Alfredo, correct? I gave you a glass of water to go with it, just in case.

*The serving is a bit above the average at a restaurant- somewhat fitting, as many who entered would be the hungry and the cold.*
*begins to eat his meal, taking his time, as though yo enjoy it as much as he could, and pausing to talk between bites*

So what's with this place anyways? I mean, it seems almost normal. That's kinda odd for here.
*The bartender shrugs.*

It is a haven for those who require it- those who seek a place to be safe, away from the world...at least, for a time. At least, that's what the owner tells me.
*sighs*

You're about as clueless as I am, huh? Well, I would like to meet the owner some time. Seems like they'd be interesting. But enough of that, what's your story?
*The bartender gains a somewhat curious look, but shrugs.*

Ain't nothing much to me, I suppose...I met the owner a pretty long time ago, when I most needed a place to go. I...Wasn't the most capable of people, you know? Nowhere to stay, no job,nothin'. But the Boss offered me a job here- knew that I would rather be here than on the streets.

*He looks oddly nostalgic.*

...He's a good guy- or at least, his heart is in the right place.
*laughs, and looks away from the bartender*

Yeah, I can get that. I've never been the smartest, or most athletic. For a while I was glad to get to be here, but well. Seems it's still pretty rough all around. Still, I'm glad you got a chance like this, how else would I have gotten to talk to ya?
True enough, true enough. Admittedly, this is busier than we've been in a good while. Even more so, we actually have a VIP for once. Never thought the Boss even HAD VIPs.
*opens the door quietly and closes it with a soft click*

My my...such an elegant appearance...

*looks around in wonder and nods, satisfied*

The owner certainly has fine tastes...
*looks around the mostly empty Restaurant*

This is busier than you've been in a while? Yikes, I mean there's only me

*notices Stella*

And that lady now. Wonderful
*gently works her way over to @Bgammax and eyes him keenly before taking a seat neighboring him*

How do you do, gentlemen? I do not believe we are acquainted...also, what variety of alcohols, if any, do you serve her, kind Barkeep?
Anything you could desire, madam.

*The bartender briefly looks around.*

How strange...it appears the VIP has departed. A shame. She was rather kind.
*eyes Stella curiously, then looks away*

I suppose I'm doing pretty well. And you're right, this is the first time we've met. You can call me Gamma, what about you?
Hmm...may I have a simple Piano Man then please? I do believe it is fitting for today.

*relaxes slightly, smiling and nodding*
My name is Stella. Miss Stella Hoshii. It is a pleasure to meet you Mister Gamma.
Very well Miss Stella, it's a pleasure to meet you madame. Refreshing to see something normal again.
Normal?

*she silently plays with her own ears*

As in no Magic, Demons, or other Strange beings? Simply...something bland?
*The bartender eyes Stella somewhat oddly, but nods.*

...It can be arranged. I'll admit, it's been a long time since I had to make a drink like this.

*Indeed, the bartender seemingly needs to repeat the ingredients to himself to ensure it is created correctly, even as the process continues.*

2 Adelhyde, 3 Bronson Extract, 5 Powdered Delta, 5 Flanergide and 3 Karmotrine. On the rocks, mixed...

*Surprisingly, all goes well. The end result is a bright blue, oddly alluring liquid.*

If there are any issues with preparation, do inform me. It isn't often we have to make drinks like this.

*laughs*

It sounds lame when you put it like that. But yeah, I guess. Something free of all the magical crap that's always going on. You have something against it?
*Stella smiles gently and takes the drink, eyeing the Barkeep as she takes a small sip*

Mmm...very strong...sour...truly a pièce de résistance. All is well Mr Barkeep. The drink is perfect, exactly as ordered. And is it true you don't have to make drinks like this often? Strange. Aren't all drinks this way?
Oh Mr Gamma, I would say I do. I come from somewhere Dark and troubled. I was hoping getting out and around might change that, but I do find myself in a place equally as bad, with all of this nonsense. It somehow makes me miss home, and the usual quietness...
As long as all is well, then that is all that matters.

*The Barkeep shrugs.*

Perhaps in your realm, Miss Hoshii. Then again...well, this place is odd in how plain it is.

If you were both unaware, this is known as the Isolated Haven. Supposedly so named for being a haven isolated from all known locations, save for when it appears to those in need.

Of course, that makes hiring entertainment rather difficult, so the Owner tends to simply play music over the speakers.
*Slowly striding in, Robin seats himself by the bar*
So this is that place I've been hearing about..
Ah, another guest. Do take a seat wherever you desire, Robin.

*The Bartender raises a hand to stop any outburst.*

Yes, I know your name- I know the names of all who set foot here.
*sighs*
It's almost painful how much I can relate. Honestly, I was hoping to get away from home, but now that I'm stuck here. Well, it turned out this place Isn't so different after all.
*Giving a somewhat suspicious stare at The Bartender*
I suppose my name has been brought up before?
OR are you just omnipotent?
I'm personally not, no. The Owner has full control over this place...if only this place.

In any case...I'm present, if any of you require something.

*The Bartender quietly resumes his post.*
*Relaxing, Robin resumes making himself comfortable by counter*
I guess I'll have a beer then..
*The barkeep nods, using one of the many taps to pour a simple mug of beer, setting it on the counter with a smile.*
*Nodding in appreciation, Robin takes a small chug of the beer before placing it on the counter once more*
...Nightmares are back again...
...Nightmares? Unless they exist solely in your mind, Robin, they will not be capable of entry. Rest assured.
*A sardonic smirk crosses his lips*
The worst kind, the one that never goes away.
It's fine, alcohol does wonders, you know?
...I suppose. It will not help forever, however. Do try to remember that.
I'm aware it's only a short-term solution.
Problem is, I can't find an alternative long-term one.
Memories and Nightmares cling heavily on the mind, haunting your every thought.
Alcohol helps since it numbs the brain..
*opens the door slightly and nervously*
Does heavy refer to sad people?
*Looking over to The Bartender*
I do apologize for venting.
I'm not normally this...vulnerable..
No, friend. It refers to actions best left unstated.

Please, enter. You will find nothing but friends among you.

*The Bartender turns to Robin.*

...I am well aware of your pain. I simply bear them, as difficult as it becomes.
T-thank you...
*walks in and sits down far from the others*
*The bartender quietly approaches Akamoto, a look of sympathy on his features.*

Would you like anything to eat? Or perhaps something to eat?
*Sees Nanaka from the corner of his eye but ignores her in favor of chugging another sip of the beer*
...Faith is hard to sustain, ain't it?
Drink?.... Milk please...
Certainly.

*While fetching milk, The Bartender responds to Robin.*

Who ever said I had faith, Robin?
*Shaking his head*
I wasn't inferring that you had faith..
I was just stating that sustaining one's faith during such troublesome conditions would be...impossible...
Not impossible, friend. Very close- but not quite.

*The Bartender delivers Akamoto's milk with a soft smile.*

Here you are, lass.
Thank you...
*takes the glass*
It's gets harder and harder to believe in such a thing but...I suppose shouldn't let it fade away...
*sighs*

Faith is a crutch for those who can't find something better. I say you're better off without it anyways.
Indeed. Never give up that hope, Robin. It can do wonderful things.

*The Bartender nods at Akamoto.* It's no problem.
*fidgets with the outside of the glass*
*Looking over at Bgammax*
Interesting opinion...
Unfortunately, I believe that faith isn't simply just for those who can't walk a path of their own..
*Resumes drinking his beer*
Having faith in something we can't comprehend is commendable.
Believing in the goodness of humanity is virtuous.
But such beliefs can falter when faced with the darkness of humanity..
*Looking at the bottom of his mug*
It's hard to keep believing in humanity once you've seen it's darkness, seen it's taint.
But I need to hope for it regardless...
Well, at the very least you seem sure of yourself. Not what I'd expect from someone who values faith so much. Still, I think you're wasting your time there. There's very little good in people
Even if darkness taints humanity, we can't turn our back on it.
Humanity holds something precious in it's purity and I can't find myself turning my back on it, despite it's darkness..
*Staring over at Bgammax*
What about you, what are you agonizing about?
*thinks for a moment*
You know, I understand myself a lot better now, but I still end up confused on what to do. Well, I guess it hardly matters at this point. Just doing my best here.
*Giving a slight nod to Bgammax, Robin looks over to Nanaka*
What are you here for?
Just.... regretting my life....
*A look of curiosity appears on his face*
Do you mind explaining?
Perhaps that was a bad idea...
Perhaps. Give it time.
It can be hard gathering your thoughts to explain yourself, if anything the pause is a good sign. Means she's not likely to spit some worthless lies. Those would have come out quickly.
*Awkwardly turning his head away, Robin continues to drink the beer*
I seems people of all ages have problems these days...
Indeed...indeed.

*The Bartender offers only a curt nod.*
...I wonder...is it truly possible to achieve peace for all..?
Not everyone wants peace, of course its unachievable.. Well, unless you simply start killing everyone who disagrees with you, in which case its arguably possible.
*has fallen asleep*
*The Bartender quietly ignores the ongoing conversation, instead briefly vanishing to find a blanket and pillow. After a brief search, the pillow is placed under Akamoto's head, while the blanket is draped across her torso and legs.*

...Honestly. Kids these days, wearing themselves this thin..
*Looking at Nanaka*
It's kind of concerning, this girl I mean.
She looks younger than me and I'm just 18.
Falling asleep in a bar....this kind of recklessness..reminds me of sister..
(bump for anyone who was in this or wanted to join it.)