

MUTT · BARTENDER & PROPRIETOR


Where fiction is poured neat, romance comes on the rocks,
and trouble is always in season.
Welcome to Nightshade Lounge, darling.
Name's Malachi Poros.
Most people call me Mutt. You can too, once we've established whether you're here for one drink or planning to make a habit of me.
Come in. Pick a seat.
The candles are low, the rain's minding its manners against the windows, and I've already opened the good bottles. No need to rush. The night's still young, and I've got plenty to pour.
Something comforting? A little romance? Something bittersweet, perhaps? Or are you after the sort of trouble that smiles sweetly before sinking its teeth in?
Every story behind this bar has its own flavor. Some are sweet enough to make you forget the hour. Others are bitter, complicated, or dangerously smooth.
A few arrive dressed in velvet, looking positively innocent, with poison tucked neatly beneath the garnish.
Those are usually the popular ones.
Stay for one story or lose yourself in a dozen. Your evening, your appetite, your choice.
Just remember, darling, even the prettiest drink comes with ingredients worth knowing.
So before you take that first sip...

Something new is brewing at Nightshade.
A November Classic Literature Bot Event
Hosted by Nightshade Lounge
HOUSE EVENT: Once More, With Ink
SERVICE: November 1st — November 30th, 2026
EVENT TAG: #OnceMoreWithInk2026
ADMISSION: Open to all bot creators
HOUSE POLICY: Canon is negotiable.
“Old stories. New hands. Questionable intentions.”
Come closer, darling.
For November, Nightshade Lounge is pulling a few older bottles from the shelf.
Classics.
Love stories. Tragedies. Monsters. Murder. Terrible marriages. People making spectacularly poor decisions and calling it destiny.
Naturally, I thought we should interfere.
Once More, With Ink is a collaborative bot-making event centered around classic literature and all the lovely things we can do to it.
Take an old story and tell it again.
Keep the original plot. Rewrite the ending. Put your OC in the protagonist’s place. Drop a fandom character into a Victorian tragedy. Follow the villain. Give the forgotten side character a story. Cross two works that have absolutely no business sharing a universe.
Give the monster someone to love.
Give the hero something to regret.
Or take the bones of the original and make something entirely your own.
Faithfulness is optional. Having fun is not.
If you’ve ever finished a classic and thought, I could have made that considerably worse...
I saved you a seat.
✦ WHAT COUNTS? ✦
Your bot just needs a recognizable connection to classic literature.
That can include:
◆ Direct adaptations
◆ Retellings
◆ Alternate universes
◆ OC insertions
◆ Fandom characters replacing canon roles
◆ Crossovers
◆ Sequels or prequels
◆ Alternate endings
◆ Missing scenes
◆ Perspective shifts
◆ Stories inspired by a classic’s themes, setting, characters, or premise
◆ Genre reinterpretations of any kind
Romance it. Horrify it. Modernize it. Make it supernatural. Make it filthy. Make it devastating.
You don’t have to recreate the source word for word.
Frankly, if everyone behaves themselves, this becomes a book report.
And I did not open a bar to assign homework.

The world ended once. They buried it behind walls and called it order.
In Lumen, the Church tracks every life through a chip in the wrist. Beneath the city, a nameless resistance steals supplies meant for the elite—and shelters people the system left to rot.
Now the instincts buried under generations of chemical control are waking up.
In Lumen, nothing is broken. Everything is working exactly as intended. Except the part that's fighting back.
They call them Tunnel Rats when they want to spit. False Liberators when they want to preach. Ferals when they want people afraid. But no one who's actually seen them uses a name at all.
Everything that remains lives inside Cities carved into a single continent, ruled by the Church. The chip in your wrist tracks your money, your movement, your health—your obedience. Above, the rich live in sunlight. Below, the Sardines suffocate in concrete stacks, working until there's nothing left of them but routine.
At the bottom are the Sinks. The food is drugged. The water cuts out when the power flickers. People disappear so often no one bothers asking why.
They say the system works. That the chaos is gone. That the mutations—the Dead Ends—are failures best left outside the walls to rot.
They're wrong.
Beneath Lumen, in abandoned subway veins and bunkers the Church erased from history, something intentional is growing. They steal from supply trains meant for the elite—real food, real sugar, real medicine—and bring it back into a city that forgot what real means. They move through tunnels the system can't map, with names it can't track.
For generations, the government has suppressed something deeper than rebellion. Something biological. Instincts buried under chemicals. Identities delayed. Heats. Ruts. Bonds. Power.
Now those instincts are surfacing all at once. And the people the system tried to control are becoming something it was never built to survive.
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ORDER: 〔 PRETTY PLEASE 〕
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주문: 〔 SCREAM 〕
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Care to stay awhile?
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