Posted Aug. 5, 2021, 7:55 a.m. by Civilian Atticus Wolf (Property Investor / Developer) (David Shotton)
Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Police Commissioner) in tangqa’ Tavern - Grand Opening
Posted by Civilian Jóhann Karlson (Business Owner) in tangqa’ Tavern - Grand Opening
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in tangqa’ Tavern - Grand Opening
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Posted by… suppressed (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻Johann shook his head “Well Mr. Wolf you heard the large Klingon, feel free to join us” He said with a smile turning back to Mirai and started walking towards the Klingon area “Peter tends to be a private person these days but he’s always spoken fondly of his times on the Viking and of your sister, I would be glad to share a drink and speak of old friends” He said with a smile and a nod before moving upstairs.
Johann Karlson
“I would be honoured to join you,” Atticus acknowledged and looked up the stairs at the departing Karlson. Looking back at Mirai, he glanced over at other small kegs and bottles. “Want a hand lugging anything upstairs? I have a feeling it will become an expensive night for someone. Shall we join them before the Klingon Lords’ ardour escapes his trousers and comes running downstairs?”
Nakuto roared with laughter at Wolf’s comment, her own eyes darting briefly in the direction of the upper level, before falling again to the several casks of bloodwine piled high behind the bar.
“Take this,” she accepted his offer, lifting one of the heavy barrels as if it were filled with no more than air. “You look strong enough to handle it.”The upstairs was quiet… too quiet.
As the top of the stairs were reached, a riotous eruption of roars of appreciation and celebration erupted that could be heard throughout the building. Urg’tohn, Lord of House Duroc and Chosen of the Builder stood up and bellowed “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! COME AND DRINK, EAT, AND DISCOVER THAT TONIGHT THE BUILDER HAS BLESSED US ALL!!!!!” and the crowd erupted again.
Urg, Son of Kvaar’ton The Builder
Jóhann joined the Klingons, an amused grin on his face “I see your rise in station has not dampened your spirits or stifled your lungs” He said to Urg
Johann Karlson
“Never!” Urg yelled and grinned. “If one cannot find time to enjoy life, then one is destined to become a miserable bastard… and probably Chancellor.” and he laughed loudly again. He looked past Johann and eyes the stairwell. “So where is the fetching owner of this place? Surely she wants to come and enjoy the fruits of her labors?”
Urg, Son of the Builder
Atticus Wolf
Johann chuckled “All good things come when it is their time my friend” The thin man took a seat, crossing his legs and leaning back in a casual manner “Being acquainted with running an establishment or twelve in my day I’ve learned that one mustn’t rush the good times”
Johann Karlson
Moments later, the bar owner appeared at the top of the stairs, serving apron now discarded and with a large barrel of bloodwine tucked beneath each arm. Behind her two servers, one Klingon, the other Orion, brought forth the platter of ales for Karlson, several tankards of bloodwine and a large tray of colourful cocktails dressed in tropical garnishes. As they began to tend to the other patrons, Mirai stepped forward and placed one barrel of bloodwine before K’vorth and then a second before Urg.
“To the builder!” she roared. “And to the woman who provides the wine for you all to honour him!”
- Mirai Nakuto (Owner - tangqa’ Tavern)
Urg stared at her for a long moment and then said “Surely the exquisite purveyor of such fine drink would find it in her heart to sit with a lowly and humble servant of the Builder and allow him to show her proper thanks as they get more properly acquainted?” and he stood up and gestured for her to sit next to him. “Please… join me. It would be my honor to share fare with one such as you.”
Urg, Lord Duroc
Mirai nodded and settled into the offered seat. Leaving her servers to tend to the rest of the gathering, she personally filled Urg’s cup, followed quickly by her own, then lifted from the table a large bowl of fresh and squirming gagh. Waving the bowl beneath her companion’s nose, she wondered if his palate possessed the refinement to detect delicate hints of chilli pepper, cumin and garlic? Or whether the mouthwatering odour of soil and fresh blood would dominate completely?
- Mirai Nakuto (Owner - tangqa’ Tavern)
Urg looked at her oddly for a moment and then said “These smell… different. Is that… is that cumin?! GODS BE PRAISED!!! Beautiful and with a sense of taste, too! That swill most try to claim as gagh isn’t fit for a targ’s bowels. This, though…” and he grabbed a handful of squirming serpent-worms and bit down, crushing them and drinking their blood before chewing and swallowing. “Delicious.” he said with a grin and took the bowl and held it for her… something no Klingon Lord would do to a bar-keep, let alone only a half Klingon one, especially in public… but he didn’t seem to care. “Come, enjoy with me.” he said just under the sound of revelry around him. He looked at her and smiled.
Urg’tohn, Son of the Builder
Mirai nodded appreciatively. “Your refinement brings much honour to your house,” she remarked, before bringing her lips close to Urg’s ear and adding quietly, “I knew that beneath this magnificent and bold exterior, there would lurk the heart of a true poet.”
Urg laughed softly and said back to her, his eyes locked onto hers, “You have no need to flatter me or placate me with unfounded niceties. Bold I may be, but I hold no delusions as to my ‘magnificence’… or lack thereof. Be you… I will be me… and hopefully that will spark enough to lite a fire between us.” and he grabbed a worm and held it out to her, offering it to her as if in sacrifice.
Johann took a more conservative approach to eating the Gagh, he produced two sticks from his person he used to carefully pick up each wriggling worm and placing it in his mouth, chewing methodically, outwardly he seemed to enjoy the taste. “Yes, quite excellent” He complimented the barkeep, inclining his head slightly. He took a deep drink of his ale and continued eating, he wasn’t as fast as the Klingons at eating but he did not dishonour himself by drinking less. The older man looked decidedly odd in his fine suit and funny way of eating Klingon cuisine but he also seemed at ease around the raucous laughter and revelry around him “Decidedly better then the last time I had Gagh, standard Imperial Naval foodstuffs never matches the homemade stuff”
Johann Karlson
“I believe most of the ship food is based on someone having lost a bet.” Urg said and clapped the man on the shoulder.
Urg, Lord Duroc
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Johann nodded slowly “That does sound like something the Klingon High Military command would do, I always thought it was some sort of Klingon Bravado” He deliberately made his voice deeper and gruffer spoke in fluent Klingon “Big strong Warrior does not need taste or a healthy meal” His accent was that of an outer Colony Klingon Merchant. He chuckled and continued in Standard “It’s a shame you don’t have proper mess halls, the things your chefs can do with minimal resources is impressive, I always try to have a Klingon Chef working at my restaurants.”
Johann Karlson
“Come to the Kavaar’ton! We have a full mess with kitchen! We only use replicated foods when we travel for long periods on…” and he grinned, “… business.” and then he laughed loudly.
Lord Duroc
Nakuto chuckled heartily at Karlson’s impersonation of a Klingon merchant, before adding playfully, “I heard that for members of the Old Earth Navy, the best way to improve one’s own diet was to have onesself thrown in the brig!”
Falling silent, she once again studied the older man. “It is often rare to find non-Klingons who are able to digest Klingon foodstuffs. Have you spent much time with our people, Mr Karlson?”
- Mirai Nakuto (Owner - tangqa’ Tavern)
Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc
Johann smiled at his plate “I’ve spent a year or six in the Empire, most Humans can come to like any food they try even if eating it might kill them” He shrugged “I left Earth at eighteen and travelled the Quadrant. I’ve been to most of the Federations large neighbours, there’s a lot of travelling you can do in fifty years and Klingons are interesting, I once spent three months meditating at a long-forgotten monastery where they only spoke the words written on the Paq’bathl, The even used it as lyrics to songs” He chortled at the thought “The only other place I’ve spent as much time with I suppose would be the Romulans but they don’t have as good a sense of humour”
Johann Karlson
Leaning forward, K’vorth finished his handle of ale and slid it aside. His bald head accented the metal eye patch emblazoned with the symbol of Kvaar’ton, the same symbol tattooed on the side of his head.
“That wasn’t one of those new fangled tourist monasteries that they call “lost” ones was it? I hear these days they do that, come up with some tripe of a religious text and make the words catchy, throw in a little Klingon Opera and wham, you get guests that visit and leave enlightened.” Laughing he reached for a bone of meat, pointedly avoiding the seasoned Gagh.
K’vorth
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