[The writing is scrawled and has a smattering of gunpowder on it]

zombies what the fuck This is Grift, and I'm in Section 4. I have firearms, and lots of them. If you need guns, get your ass over here and take one because I don't fancy others becoming part of the zombie hoard ( Read more... )

Now this little affliction is something I could get used to. If there's two things sorely lacking in this place, it's good music and good dancing. I can't say that it's too much of an issue to take a break from my busy schedule to do a little waltz. In fact, I'd say it's something that ought to happen a little more often ( Read more... )

Chivalry hasn't shown up to work in the last couple of days. If you've seen him, do let me know. Chivalry, if you're reading this, get your ass back to work.

Here's for anybody who wants to see the official drink/special food list at Smoke's. All of them were created by Smoke, save for the last three which you should be able to tell due to Grift's considerably more conservative take on alcohol and what should be put in it. XD He will only create drinks for those he considers friends, those who he ( Read more... )

[Grift's writing is more shaky than his usual flowing script, and there are small beads of blood on the sides of the journal and some on his words as some is still on his hands. All traces of it are hastily wiped away as he writes, leaving only rusty red stains.] Okay. How many of us have got that godforsaken hourglass? 6? 7 ( Read more... )

Silver stickers and silver spurs were found by my door yesterday morning. I would have to assume that somebody was having a particularly entertaining nighttime encounter, or that it is a gift.

If it is in fact a gift, my thanks to my mysterious benefactor. Perhaps somebody out there is attempting to tell me how dazzling I am.

[His pen dwells on the page for a while. He's still rather upset over Chapel and has been very subdued and will continue to be that way, however he can't quite bring himself to neglect his precious bar.] Hello, all newcomers of the Sphere! My name is Grift, and I'm a part time greeter and a full time owner and bartender of Smoke's. Please take ( Read more... )

[The only thing that is of note is that there is absolutely nothing of note--Grift's pen is as delicate and lovely as ever, perhaps even better than normal. The following message is written slowly.] Chapel's disappeared. Literally, I mean, Chapel has vanished in front of my eyes. This has happened before, so there's no point in making any ( Read more... )

Gooooood evening, ladies and gentlemen! I am sure that my absence was noted and that I was sorely missed down at Smoke's and that you all have been quite missing your local bartender. I am happy to announce a few things. The first being that I came down with a horrifying, terrifying absolutely despicable cold and thanks to time and the help of ( Read more... )

Hey, Lea. Are you still interested in manning a few tables and showing me some of your plate spinning skills? We've boarded up the windows of the bar, but I've got the tables in and I need somebody to give me a hand.

And when I say give me a hand, I mean somebody to help me lug the things upstairs. Call it your job interview.