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Jak sort of stood there...amazingly enough, that feat was still accomplishable, considering all of the fire damage and all. One of his eyes were twitching in unison with his tail as he gaped at the charbroiled laundry...but, then he figured, it could be worse. The whole wooden establishment could have gone up in smoke as well. "Well....you can't everything, I guess."

"BOLLUKS!!!! " He smelt smoke, either jak had started again or the pyro downstairs was working her magick. He pulled on a shirt and bounded down the stairs. " What in the name of Yahweh did I tell you not to do?" He ran into his kitchen. "No no no no no no no....."Bokken fell to his knees barely able to move. "My spices.....my ingridents......all ruined...."

"Damn right you'll get me more." He sighed then kicked the door outside open and lit up. "Bloody girl can't fallow instructions..." He rubbed his eyes. "Yahknow those wer'nt easy to get, even with immortality it almost killed me."
A polar bear decides to walk up to his and roar at the top of his lungs. "Not in the mood yogi." He flicks his cig at the bears face. This only causes the bear to charge at him. " WHAT DID I SAY?!?!?" He throws a double reverse back kick that sends the bear flying.

(( ...THE Yogi? ))

(( My sentiments exactly. Oo; Except....not.

Meh...nevermind >>; ))

After much use of the plot device, Jak found himself back at the bar counter eyeballing a bear that just seemed to have also found his plot device and went randomly soaring through the air, backwards. This got very boring after a while, and decided to focus his attention on some other non-bear-themed activity...like the innards of the counter. He came back up with a cup of rum and coke...before he decided that alcohol just plainly, sucked....and ducked back down and up with a two-liter of Sierra Mist instead. Soda just seemed fitting of the mood of the bar right now...and the shiny, reflective labels on the bottle just made it stick out just a bit more than the other drinks. "Good old marketing campaigns..." He downed a swig or two and then called out to no one in particular. "Hello?"

"So " He walks in and lights up another cig. " Wha'd I miss?" He looked around at the repairs and whatnot. "Well looks as if there was no Coup or revolution while I was gone. Good job on the lighting." He flopped down on the couch. "For all the cheese in France I am tired." He looked over at Jak doing whatever Jak does when hes not around. Bokken has learned that its better that he not know rather than face the risk of asking him. Hes pretty much just learned to visually censor Jak is by himself. "I'm gone for 6 days and I don't even get a bloody hello?"

Jak restrained himself from giving the man a 'bloody' hello, so instead he thought happy thoughts...of other doing such a thing for him. Imaginary scenarios are always fun, if he didn't know any better, he'd say this entire bar was based off of such a thing. Yeah right. He swished his tail and hopped onto a table that was really nowhere in particular and surveyed what was to be surveyed, like people. That's always something. "That's obviously rhetorical....I mean...well...nothing really happens here. Except for that one thing. Nothing. Great stuff." He flopped helplessly onto the floor and twitched in boredom. Why was business so crappy? Did life not wish to exist in his bar? He paid most of his taxes, he voted....for himself every year...what else was the problem?

Yushi had to sit down. She was shaking like a leaf. "I need to put something in me..." she muttered as she looked at her handiwork.

THe place was looking amazing. It had gotten a new face lift thanks to her. The walls was warm and rich, the lighting ambient, the tone for the entire place was with the idea that it created warmth in a mountain top. She had brought in everything that needed replacing and a lot more that wasn't here or was so scarce it was rediculous. Shirts didn't speak French, beds didn't set people on fire or get them pregnant, chairs didn't squeak like mice if you sat on them, everything was in it's place. She smiled before grimicaing at her roaring stomach which told her she hadn't eaten since she woke up that morning. She couldn't get up however; her joints and muscles were complaining about the weather and the work she had finished. She moaned in agony, she was going to have to take another hot shower and more of her medications to keep herself healthy.