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melodiesoflife2016-04-05 09:02 am
forcegalactic) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-04-05 09:02 am
Spring Cleaning! Spriiing Cleaning!
Characters: Barkeep and OPEN
Where: House A-08, Space Saloon
When: April 04-11, then whenever before the event
Summary: It may still be a little chilly, but it's due time for spring cleaning. Bother him whenever. Then, he goes back to work at the Space Saloon.
Warnings: Possible drunk times in the second prompt
A. April 4th - 11th, House A-08
The sun had risen over the rooftops of the surrounding homes, Ramza had gone off to work with a packed lunch - despite his protests that he had more than enough to eat at the station, Mordecai would hear none of that. Police work involved lots of running around, and he wouldn't let any amount of polite contrariness stop him. The days were getting warmer, and with the sun illuminating the inside of the house earlier and earlier each morning, the dust sitting everywhere became obvious to the trained eye.
When even was the last time he did a thorough cleaning of the house? This sort of thing could not stand. Mordecai slammed the mug of coffee onto the table and snatched a piece of paper from the stationary drawer.
"Annie! Get this letter down to the Space Saloon. Tell 'em to take over my shift today and tomorrow!" He paused his writing. "Actually, the whole week. I got a lotta work to do here."
The Moogle grumbled and refused to smile or even thank the barkeep even as she flew out of the house.
Mordecai substituted his battle robes for a familiar vest and a coat, filled a basin with water, and went to work on dusting the living room. Then his and Ramza's room (he had to remind the young man to reorganize the closet. bedsheets were taking outside, and with the aid of leather gloves, he scrubbed them on the washing board while he watched the residents of the neighborhood walk by. Mars was a cold planet, and despite the initial internal complaints, early spring in Aqures Ixen wasn't all that bad. Life was different when you didn't have access to luxuries like washing machines, and he could feel muscles growing in his arms after every laundry day. He will return home buffer and wiser, he comforted himself each time his arms ached.
The next day, he took the rugs out for a beating, washed the windows, and took the wooden chairs' cushions out for a cleaning. The couch was next...if he could get it out properly. Despite all the exercise from housework - though he was getting sore - he wasn't strong enough to lift a couch on his own. He stood in the doorway of his own house stroking his moustache and eyeing the piece of furniture like philosophy's next biggest dilemma.
The remaining days were slower, dedicated to organizing the pantry and cleaning out the entire kitchen cabinets. With the extra time, he decided to cook something nice for Ramza. Stew was a good meal, easy to watch over while he disinfected the sink.
A knock on the door caught his attention, and he dropped his rag before running to the door, wiping his hands on his apron.
"Evenin'," he automatically responded when he opened the door.
B. April 12th - 19th, Space Saloon.
The assistant bartenders sighed in relief when they saw the boss return. The saloon was a lot of young visitors celebrating the start of spring, but no broken tables or anything, really. The barkeep wasn't ready to take their word for it, but if they did their best, what could he do? It was another sunny day.
For the rest of the week, he took his regular position at the bar, tending to customers, checking through the books, and listening in on any new gossip. Behind his desk was a newly written story born out of recent interactions with Dr. Cid. There were some people he wanted to show it to.
Where: House A-08, Space Saloon
When: April 04-11, then whenever before the event
Summary: It may still be a little chilly, but it's due time for spring cleaning. Bother him whenever. Then, he goes back to work at the Space Saloon.
Warnings: Possible drunk times in the second prompt
A. April 4th - 11th, House A-08
The sun had risen over the rooftops of the surrounding homes, Ramza had gone off to work with a packed lunch - despite his protests that he had more than enough to eat at the station, Mordecai would hear none of that. Police work involved lots of running around, and he wouldn't let any amount of polite contrariness stop him. The days were getting warmer, and with the sun illuminating the inside of the house earlier and earlier each morning, the dust sitting everywhere became obvious to the trained eye.
When even was the last time he did a thorough cleaning of the house? This sort of thing could not stand. Mordecai slammed the mug of coffee onto the table and snatched a piece of paper from the stationary drawer.
"Annie! Get this letter down to the Space Saloon. Tell 'em to take over my shift today and tomorrow!" He paused his writing. "Actually, the whole week. I got a lotta work to do here."
The Moogle grumbled and refused to smile or even thank the barkeep even as she flew out of the house.
Mordecai substituted his battle robes for a familiar vest and a coat, filled a basin with water, and went to work on dusting the living room. Then his and Ramza's room (he had to remind the young man to reorganize the closet. bedsheets were taking outside, and with the aid of leather gloves, he scrubbed them on the washing board while he watched the residents of the neighborhood walk by. Mars was a cold planet, and despite the initial internal complaints, early spring in Aqures Ixen wasn't all that bad. Life was different when you didn't have access to luxuries like washing machines, and he could feel muscles growing in his arms after every laundry day. He will return home buffer and wiser, he comforted himself each time his arms ached.
The next day, he took the rugs out for a beating, washed the windows, and took the wooden chairs' cushions out for a cleaning. The couch was next...if he could get it out properly. Despite all the exercise from housework - though he was getting sore - he wasn't strong enough to lift a couch on his own. He stood in the doorway of his own house stroking his moustache and eyeing the piece of furniture like philosophy's next biggest dilemma.
The remaining days were slower, dedicated to organizing the pantry and cleaning out the entire kitchen cabinets. With the extra time, he decided to cook something nice for Ramza. Stew was a good meal, easy to watch over while he disinfected the sink.
A knock on the door caught his attention, and he dropped his rag before running to the door, wiping his hands on his apron.
"Evenin'," he automatically responded when he opened the door.
B. April 12th - 19th, Space Saloon.
The assistant bartenders sighed in relief when they saw the boss return. The saloon was a lot of young visitors celebrating the start of spring, but no broken tables or anything, really. The barkeep wasn't ready to take their word for it, but if they did their best, what could he do? It was another sunny day.
For the rest of the week, he took his regular position at the bar, tending to customers, checking through the books, and listening in on any new gossip. Behind his desk was a newly written story born out of recent interactions with Dr. Cid. There were some people he wanted to show it to.
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"Mind if I borrow that book from you? I'm a bit of an amateur writer myself, you see, and I need to keep on readin' to learn from the best."
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Now that there was a guest in the house, Mordecai needed to get back to work. The floors were thankfully clean, despite the kitchen countertops currently covered in pots, cutting boards, and cleaning supplies. "I'm a-cookin' up a stew right now. Get yourself comfortable and I'll get you somethin' to eat." He pushed himself off the chair. "Then we can swap a few stories, fictional or otherwise."
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Waving a paw she shook her head, pom bobbing too. "You don't have to do that Mr. Barkeep kupo!" Not that she wasn't appreciative. "I really didn't mean to intrude on your cleaning."
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"Ophelia," he called from across the house. "You want anythin' to go with the stew? Bread? Tea? Those Moogle crackers Annie keeps beggin' me to buy? Got a lot of extra boxes here after that shoppin' spree of hers."
That teenagers really needed to learn how to hold back on splurging all her savings.
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"Tea comin' right up. Mint sound good to you? Rose hip? Also got chamomile if you need to relax."
The kettle whistled, which was his cue to pour the hot water into two identical teacups.