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.]

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.]

[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'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?]

[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.]

[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.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby draws a long, slow drag on his cigarette and blows the smoke out again in a curling plume.]

Supposed to?

[cloakand_danger]

[A slight shrug.] ...I'm getting hungry now and then since I got here. Still not eating much when I do, though.

[bb_wolf]

But... you're not meant to get hungry?

[He's trying to work out what 'not suppose to eat' comes from.]

[cloakand_danger]

Right. [He realizes that this may not be everyone's normal, and adds to the explanation.] It's part and parcel of the 'immortality' thing - my metabolism is stopped, which means no aging, no getting hungry, and no sleeping. ...Well, that's how it's supposed to work.

[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.]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel knows it immediately, innately. His gaze shifts to Bigby. Dezel's wind curls around the wolf in response, sharp and curious but only barely touching the edge of his sleeve.

He's never met a non-seraph who could control the wind like he can. As long as Bigby doesn't try to steal it from him entirely, then he doesn't care what the other guy does.]

[sylphystia]

[Yuan sounds so very exasperated, but for Dezel's part, he doesn't seem to care about his earlier rudeness. He pauses halfway through chopping something to turn his head toward the so-called seraph.]

Normal or vegetarian?

[He's not trying to be difficult, here, he just needs to know if it has meat or not.]

[goldenglasses]

Mana signature? Is that like a feeling or something?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby's gaze lifts, but he's not actually looking at Dezel. His nose twitches slightly and he stubs out his cigarette, blowing out the last of the smoke and sending is spiralling in a clearly unnatural way.

He can pick Dezel out fine, just not with his eyes.]

[bb_wolf]

Huh.

[This is very clearly not a thing Bigby has heard of before.]

That sounds pretty fucking awful, actually.

[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.]

[sylphystia]

[Vash will definitely feel something, and that is a smack to the face.]

Pay up front if you want something.

[He's not sure if Vash can hear him, but he doesn't care at this point. Just stop trying to touch him.]

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...

[sylphystia]

[In that way, they are alike: Dezel can't see a damn thing. But his wind tells him everything he needs to know. He twitches his half-gloved fingers invisibly from behind the counter and sends the smoke drifting down to the floor.]

[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.]

[goldenglasses]

OUCH! [Vash grabs his face as it starts to sting from some attack he couldn't see.]

Oh. Sorry. I didn't think they'd be ah... ghosts here?

[That's what he's "not" looking at here, right?]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel hasn't laid hand on a customer yet, so this is a new one... but customers also don't usually try to grab him. Ugh. After a minute, he reaches down with his free hand and switches his communicator on. That way Vash can hear him.]

I'm a seraph, not a ghost. Did you think the food just magically popped into existence when you ordered it?

[Surely there must be a muffin button somewhere.]

[goldenglasses]

[A muffin button to keep him safe in space. Vash blinks in surprise at the disembodied voice.]

Seraph. Okay. Got it. And no, I didn't think it magically popped into existence it's just, you know, I normally see who is bringing the food.