Mingle for the oldies

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone who is immortal, inordinately long lived or just likes hanging out with old people?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum on the Iskaulit
When: End of November

Broadcast: Text
[The broadcast is simple.]

Málum. Tonight. Immortal or near enough meet up. Buy your own.

Action: Málum

[Bigby is there, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap, horrible and stinky cigarettes. The rest of you can do what you want.]

Comments

action;

[cloakand_danger]

['Immortal or near enough' is a description that fits Yuan, and he's extremely curious to see who else here it also fits. So he finds out what and where 'Málum' is, and shows up there to see. He's sitting at the bar, staring at the menu and trying not to look awkward as he remembers that he doesn't actually remember what flavors he likes.]

[bb_wolf]

[The food in here appears to be a total wank and Bigby sort of wishes he'd arrange for his usual bar instead of Crowley's, but it was a show of solidarity with another immortal.]

I wouldn't bother. The food is all those fancy, tiny bite sizes.

[Called from his corner spot.]

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan shrugs and calls back, turning to face the other man properly:] That's probably fine in my case: I'm not really supposed to need to eat anyway.

[The fact that he sometimes does here is a matter of mild concern, but he'll deal with it later.]

[castrationfist]

[So here's a pink-haired girl with big fluffy fox ears and a tail. She's also watching Yuan, rather amused.]

Are you not going to order?

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan looks her up and down, trying to figure out what, exactly, she is. His mana sense isn't registering anything logical, so he tries on a faint smirk.] Got any recommendations? This is my first time here.

[nerdeology]

[??? Lake guy?]

I take it that being "of the seraphim" where you're from also means a long life?

the cook is in; open

[sylphystia]

[Dezel didn't exactly invite himself. He actually works here, so he's just minding his own business behind the counter as usual. People who are not spiritually sensitive won't see him at all, but they may see floating platters of food occasionally.

All that pretentious bar food is his creation. what the fuck is this? Delicious. Or take this broken ass plate. Dezel probably threw it at some point, then Crowley saw it and said WONDERFUL LET'S USE THAT. But the best thing is the chocolate brownie sundae being served in a tiny bathtub. Because even water can't wash away your dietary sins.

Though his hat and shaggy hair covers his eyes, he seems alert to whatever's going on in the bar. It's not hard to catch him staring in someone's direction if you can see him.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby may or may not be able to see Dezel, but he clearly knows where he is, always turning to follow the movement, scent and the fact that there's a wind elemental.

Bigby is the child of the North Wind. In most worlds, wind elementals very quickly defer to the presence of the wolf. He doesn't expect it, but he is clearly a bit curious about that fact.

In fact... out of curiosity, he gives a small thought to try and shift the flow of air, to see what the elemental does.]

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan's been studiously trying to pretend he doesn't know Dezel is there since he arrived. ...Unfortunately, he's hungry, and he doesn't want to miss anything, and anyway the food here is like 90% guaranteed to be better than whatever he can put together for himself back on his own ship.

So eventually he sighs, and waves for Dezel's attention.]

Can I just get a sandwich? [No matter his concerns re: the cook's opinion of him, it's pretty hard to fail at making a sandwich, even if you're trying. Right?]

[goldenglasses]

[What da... fuck?

Vash isn't big on "fancy" food. Way too small in his opinion. Still, it's hard not to be fascinated by it when it's floating in midair.

He can't help himself. As a plate floats past Vash waves an arm underneath to see if he can feel anything.]

[castrationfist]

[what the fuck, dezel. this lady is just staring at the broken plate.]

... Is this place so cheap it has to use broken tableware? Is that the kind of business we have here?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash arrives in style. By style we of course mean the red duster jacket he always wears and hair looking like an upside down broom. He was a little uncomfortable walking in, but had been trying to remind himself that he was going to be at least a little more open with who he is.

It's just over a hundred and thirty years of hiding habits are hard to break.

So while at most parties he's social today he's a bit more quiet. Hanging at the bar and drinking a whiskey. Wondering how he should approach someone. 'Hey? You old? Awesome! Me too! What's your sign?' No wait. That last part is part of his failed pick up routine. Oh man, what if someone asks him what he is? How is he going to explain it to someone not from his planet?

Alright Vash. You can do this. There's someone who's just walked over to the bar or snack table. Don't mess this up. Smile and say something.]

Hey. Good food here, huh?

[I am an idiot.]

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan was about to answer that it's his first time here and he has no idea. But then the rest of his senses catch up and he realizes who it is.

He can practically feel his blood pressure start to rise. He was already tense, still finding his feet here, and worse, he'd been hoping to encounter a familiar face. Socializing with strangers is easier when you have at least an acquaintance for moral support.

Now it's too late to take back that wish.]

...Of course. Of course you're here - a mana signature like that, of course you're immortal or something like it.

[There's a definite undertone of 'why is my life like this' in his voice.]

[castrationfist]

[Caster's been just keeping an eye on everyone, but the mention of the food seems to set something off in her.]

Absolutely not! Have you seen what they're attempting to pass off as food!? It's a travesty, an absolute abomination!

[aigue]

[Hey, she remembers that goofy head of hair. For a moment she debates switching back over to fox mode, but since she doesn't want to leave her clothing in the open like that she just sips at her wine.]

I haven't had any yet.

action

[castrationfist]

[Caster isn't quite sure if she counts as immortal or not. Still, as a former goddess, it's worth checking out.

So she sits at the counter of the Malum, with a bottle of sake that is definitely not one of the bar's stocks.]

... I didn't realize there were so many of us here...

[aigue]

[Renart has parked herself at a table by herself with some high-end wine. No glass, because she's being a brute and drinking it straight out of the bottle in between brushing her tail with a fancy silver comb.

Not the most sociable thing to do, but with Monty gone she's feeling a whole lot less endeared towards other people and a whole lot more antisocial. But this is better than her curling up underneath one of the tables in her fox body, so that's progress.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby helps by flicking condensation from his beer at her. He's a helper like that.]

[bythewaves]

Milady Renart?

[ He's never seen her in this form, but her Song is the same - and she looks unhappy ]

[castrationfist]

[Another fox? That catches Caster's attention, and she can't help but approach.]

Is that entire bottle just for you? You should pace yourself.

Action

[onlyanapple]

[Of course Crowley's here, it's his bar after all. He can be found milling behind the bar, making whatever drink takes a person's fancy.

On occasion, he wanders around, inserting himself into other people's groups, coming into conversations to chat, before moving on to someone else. ]

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan watches Crowley behind the bar for a little bit before speaking up. Now that they're in person, he can tell Crowley is definitely not human, although beyond that it's not really possible for him to guess.] ...So, you said you've known other angels before. I'm guessing you're not just here tonight because this is where you work.

[castrationfist]

[So here's a lady at the counter, except instead of ordering any drinks from the counter, she seems to create a bottle out of thin air.]

Honestly, I expected better of this place.

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo isn't really sure whether or not he belongs there - long-lived the seraphim may be, he's still only 18 himself - but Dezel's going, even if it's just because he works at the bar. He's not that much younger than his fellow seraph, so here he is.

For a while he's mostly people-watching, curious about the arrangement of different beings here. He's surprised by the number, in truth. He spends a good amount of time by the bar, nursing a glass of water and trying to get used to being around food again, even if he himself isn't eating. If that ends up bothering him too much, eventually he'll force himself to mingle. Maybe even meet some new people. If nothing else, he's always eager to learn about other cultures. What makes people live or die is a universal topic, regardless of one's origins.]

[castrationfist]

Oh, it's the little Seraph!

[LOOK MIKLEO IT'S YOUR FAVORITE PERSON]