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

[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?

[sylphystia]

[Dezel shrugs. He's not sure Caster can see him, but considering she's bitching, maybe she can.]

It was Crowley's idea. He likes all the stupid fancy stuff.

[castrationfist]

I don't know who Crowley is, but he has rather poor taste. This is incredibly rude, to serve this to a customer!

[sylphystia]

[Dezel gives a long-suffering sigh. Crowley prepared him for this, but that doesn't mean he's going to attack it with gusto. He sounds rehearsed and deadpan.]

It's considered artsy and high class by people with too much money. If you don't like it, there's a puke-stained bar across the way.

[castrationfist]

As a rather high class woman myself, it is not something worth even considering. Of course I wouldn't go there! As it is, I would do better to simply make food myself.

[which she might just decide to do.]

[sylphystia]

[And here he sounds a little defensive.]

There's nothing wrong with the food! If you don't believe me, try it.

[He spent hours perfecting the delicate crust on this chicken. He's not about to let some bratty little seraph call his food crap.]

[castrationfist]

If the quality of the food matches the quality of the plate, then I'd rather not. Even your wine doesn't match up to that of Takamagahara! Though I suppose that is a bit unfair to compare.

[fite her (with food)]

[sylphystia]

[OHHHHHHHHHHH IT'S ON. He's mad enough that he's about to tell her to just fucking leave, but first he's going to rip off a bit of this cordon bleu and try to shove it in her mouth while she's going on about wine.

Sorry... lady...]

[castrationfist]

[fucking what

She is actually caught off-guard enough that she gets the food in her mouth, and at least chews appreciatively.

But once she swallows, she is free to run her mouth again.]

Well, I'll admit it isn't as bad as the presentation, but then you lost points for assaulting a lady. Very well, if you're going to be like this, I'll simply prove my skull on the kitchen to you!

[MEET ME IN THE PIT]

[sylphystia]

[He adjusts his hat. Great, now he's gotten himself into a cooking contest... At the same time, she reminds him a little of Edna. Maybe he can learn something.]

Can it wait until after my shift? I've still got another hour.

[castrationfist]

Hmph. Very well! I'll remain here to make sure you don't run away, though.

[she will absolutely destroy you in cooking. she will cook you. SHE IS THE BEST COOK, EVER, SHE DEMANDS IT.]

[sylphystia]

I'm not a coward. But if I leave when it's busy like this, Crowley will dock my pay. He's the owner.

[Since she said she had no idea who he was.]

My ship has a fully-upgraded kitchen we can use.

[castrationfist]

... What does a spirit like you need pay for?

[what]

[sylphystia]

[Though his eyes are hidden beneath his shaggy hair and his hat, she may get the impression he is giving a judgmental stare.]

Upgrading the ship costs money. Real food costs money. Armor, weapons, supplies-- all those things cost money.

Just because I'm invisible to most people doesn't mean I'm exempt from contributing.

[castrationfist]

It can mean exactly that. I always thought nature spirits didn't care about humans, anyway?

[sylphystia]

Not when you live alongside them. Seraphim and humans are-- dependent on one another.

[He doesn't admit that he likes a few, and that is also a motivator.]

Don't assume you know everything about me just because we're similar.

[castrationfist]

Eh, dependent? How so?

I would never. Rather, I don't seem to understand anything about you.

[sylphystia]

We need their prayers to live, and they need our blessings to keep the land habitable. It's give and take.

[He snorts.] That makes two of us. What's your name, anyway? [He needs to know what to put on her gravestone WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA]