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Who: Richard Castle and you
What: Open bar log. If you've wanted to meet Castle or your character just wants a drink and someone to talk to, he is there for you. He will not, however, serve alcohol to minors. He does have scruples.
When: The afternoon and evening of October 13th
Where: The Death Match
Rating: PG for now

Castle was finding himself spending more and more time in the Death Match lately. Business had been a little slow, what with a lot of people disappearing lately and M having gone AWOL and all, and he rather liked the quiet and the atmosphere in order to write.

He had no idea how he was going to get published, mind, but at least he was doing what he did best.

When he wasn't writing, he was trying- and failing- to teach himself to do fancy bartender tricks like juggling glasses and empty bottles around. He was quite sure that the ceramic bulldog that had suddenly appeared a few weeks ago was judging him every time he dropped one and had to stop and pick up broken glass, even after he put an old sheet down in an attempt to better collect the shards in one place.

"Come on, at least I'm trying," he told it.

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[Gary was sat at the other end of the bar. He had decided to treat himself to an afternoon whiskey and wanted to pick M's brains regarding an idea he'd came up with involving the castle security.

But she was no where to be found...and instead had a suspicious looking ceramic bulldog and an accident prone barman.

Still Castle was always good company at least.]

Well you get a B plus for effort dude.

Edited 2013-10-13 22:13 (UTC)

[Castle put down the glass bottle he was holding, shaking his head as he positioned the bulldog between them.]

Maybe I should practice with a stick or something first. Scarves. Something that doesn't leave such a mess.

[He inspects the glass shards before trieing to come up with a helpful response.]

Well you know what they say "If at first you don't succeed...blame the other guy."

Buut you don't seem to have another guy to blame here...or a present owner for that matter.

Any idea where she is?

... No.

[Castle hated admitting that, but it was the truth.]

She's still here- I know that much, because her name is still on her door, and I didn't hear about her dying when the Gentlemen came by. So... don't know where she could be.

[The possibility of M being hurt by The Gentleman doesn't sit well with him...he already feels a big enough failure as it is.]

If The Gentleman had...found her, we'd have known about it by now.

Knowing the castle...it's probably sent her on some fucked up magical mystery tour as a goose or something.

Yeah. Everyone else they hurt was accounted for.

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully as he plunks a glass in front of Gary.]

You know, I've heard of that happening. Guess all we can do is wait for her to come back. In the meantime, what'll it be?

[Laughing.]

No better way to pass the time...I'll have another shot of bourbon dude.

And one for yourself.

Cheers. [Castle selects a bourbon bottle, and pours two shots before plonking the bottle down.]

Also in the meantime, I'm ready to put together my House ale to let it brew. Need to think of a snappy name for it.

[Gary takes a long look at his drink before replying.]

How about "Barneys awesomeness stout"? In honour of our missing comrade.

Of course when he comes back it'll be just an "Awesomeness stout"

Hey, I like that. [Castle makes a note to himself.] I was thinking Awesome Ale, for the added alliterative appeal.

Rodney wasn't typically a guy who you'd find in a bar. That being said he'd read about the Death Match in the journal and decided that he needed a drink. The things that happened at this place, without his friends, well he expected everyone had stopped here at some time or another.

"Does it ever talk back?" Rodney asked as sat at a stool by the bar.

Castle peered closely at the bulldog before shaking his head.

"No. But if it's who I suspect it is, she may wish she could. If she's even conscious in there."

Rodney's eyes move back and forth between the bartender and the bulldog.

"Kay, that's just creepy! This castle has a very sick sense of humour!"

"I know, right?" Castle shakes his head, wiping a speck of dust off the dog's head. "I think it may be my boss. They certainly have the same intense stare."

[Rodney narrows his eyes at the dog briefly.]

And yet your breaking bottles in front of her?! I'm not sure if that speaks to you being brave or stupid.

... well... you do have a point. [He scratches his head.] I think I'll be okay since I can just wish more up, but... I should probably practice with something non-breakable first.

Wishes come with consequences I hear... Might be wise, although I expect not quite as much fun.

[Rodney looks down the bar, considering and than back to Castle.] So, uh, what do you recommend?

Well, haven't had any terrible consequences thus far, aside from my permanent loss. Can't drink coffee, you see. Oh, and there was the time I was followed around by a cardboard cutout of myself for a few weeks.

[Castle plonks down a glass, wiping it out.]

I'm partial to a nice scotch or martini myself.

Cardboard cutout...?

Hmmm... While I like the idea of a scotch, but the martini will likely last longer and leave me with less of a headache in the morning.

Martooni it is, then.

[Castle considers trying to be fancy with flourishing the bottles, but then remembers his previous lack of success and simply mixes and pours the drink with care.]

Oh, yes, the cutout. Well, I'm a famous writer back home and often have cutouts of myself at bookstores and the like... so I guess the castle thought it would be funny to happen here. Except the part where I couldn't get rid of it. Not even after a dinosaur chewed on it.

Did you saw a dinosaur? Like a raptor or T-Rex?

[Rodney looks out the window like he suddenly expects one to be strolling down the street.] Seriously?! They have those here?!

Yup. Well, not here, here, but occasionally we'll get transported someplace entirely different. In that case, some of us got sent to study dinosaurs while everyone else got a free cruise.

Huh! You make it sound like it was a pleasant experience. I can't imagine live dinosaurs would have sat still to be studied.

...

What went wrong on the cruise?

Emma is back in the Death Match, because, hey, it's not a bad place to hang out and kill time. She walks in and takes a seat at the bar right as the bartender said something.

"Never said you weren't. Points for effort," Emma says, replying even though his statement hadn't been directed at her. When she looks at him, she notices he looks reallllly familiar; he looks like that guy she'd talked to last time she was in here. "...You don't have a slightly younger brother running around this place, do you?"

"Thanks- OW." Castle winced as the bottle he was tossing dropped on his foot, reaching down to rub it before replying to her other question.

"Ah, you've met my evil twin, I see," he replied. "Well, he's not really my evil twin. There are apparently alternate universes involved."

"So, evil twin from another universe? That sounds like a complicated mess," He hadn't seemed all that bad to her, but she'd only had the one conversation with him so far, so she probably can't be considered much of a judge on the matter just yet.

"Have you been here in this castle very long?"

"Tell me about it. I thought I'd entered the Twilight Zone when I first saw him," Castle replied. "Of course, calling him the evil twin might be a little unfair, but he seems less nice than me."

He set the dropped bottle on the bar.

"Since... February, I think."

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