drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

[sylphystia]

Who: Everyone's welcome!
Broadcast: No
Action: Málum, Crowley's bar on the Iskaulit
When: The latter half of March, until they leave the system.

[Though there are 'dry bars' down on the water planet, Crowley's bar is still open. Even the apocalypse couldn't close this thing. Whether you're angsting over something you got from home or you just DON'T TRUST THE OCEAN, there is a leather seat at Málum waiting for you.]

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[sylphystia]

[Dezel hasn't forgotten about his work. And honestly, after that thing he got in the temple? He's sure he doesn't want to traipse around ruins ever again. So he's throwing himself back into his work. He's never done it for the money, not really, but for the distraction; Dezel is the kind of guy who only seems passionate when it comes to hobbies. And that means... cooking.

Today is a little special, though. He's trying some new recipes. There are free samples in little paper cups. They appear to be bits of handmade bread with some kind of pesto dip. It's delicious! Other new dishes include a tomato and a bunch of dots, whatever the fuck this is, and some variation of poutine that's entirely in a tonka truck for no reason.

For those without resonance, they won't be able to see him-- but they can certainly see floating food and more behind the bar. Sometimes he helps make drinks, too, which is even weirder.

After his shift is over, he hangs around for a while with an entire bottle of dark rum. There might not appear to be anyone sitting in that seat but don't you dare try to take it.]

[notzubats]

[ Sora's too young to drink, but don't think that'll stop him from visiting Dezel. Especially if it means he can get out of another trip to the ruins. It was fun the first couple times, but the amount of times Sorey and Mikleo want to go are a bit...yeah.

Either way, he's sitting on a bar stool, swinging his legs slightly as he watches Dezel make his newest creations. He's on this third free sample. ]

Is it...avocado pudding?

[Yeah. He's taken to just randomly guessing whatever that one is]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel is happy for the company, and it's not like Crowley kicks out minors. He's got a really good non-alcoholic menu that... Dezel is getting some serious practice on.

He looks up from making another weird green thing.]

Fruit puree reduction blended with matcha sorbet, garnished with basil leaves and minced fruit.

[Obviously.]

[notzubats]

[Yeah Sora understood about half those words. So dryly]

Oh. 'Course. Obviously.

[wolfehawke]

Did you make these up or did our illustrious leader put you up to this ridiculousness?

[Adalwolfe rolls an empty tonka truck along with bar with one finger, having long since devoured the drippy fries on his lunch break. With a flick of his wrist, he sends it rattling down the counter to bump Dezel's arm. It's easier to do these things now that he can actually see the spirit.]

[sylphystia]

A couple of them are from a cookbook. The toy truck was his idea, though.

[It bumps his arm and he just kind of... stares down at it. He should be offended, but he's really not. Adalwolfe is a good dude.

He settles his fingers on it, then sends the toy right back down the counter-- and this time, it does some excellent swerves to avoid some glasses.

He's a showoff.]

[wolfehawke]

[Oh, well, if we're doing magic...

The truck stops before it reaches him, does a three point turn, and then pops up on its back tires and speeds off the counter in an epic jump onto the floor, tires squealing before it rockets off again to dodge table legs.]

I can't complain about the taste, everything is delicious, I just don't see why he feels the need to dress it up with silly gimmicks.

[Drools, who had been dozing in a corner, perks up at the sound of the truck at floor level and immediately hauls himself to his feet to chase it.]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix isn't interested in Dezel's run. He's far more of a bourbon and wine man, though not at the same time, obviously, and he's settled himself into a corner booth with a glass of the former and a book. Now, Felix has always been a fixture at Málum, so that wouldn't normally raise any eyebrows. What might is the fact that he's literally been living here since the fleet landed, for lack of a better word, on the planet. Not that he or Crowley have stopped to explain or apologize.

He glances over at Dezel, attributing the slight blur around him to either the drinks or the lighting.]

You're still here?

[sylphystia]

[Not like Dezel cares. If someone wants to live in the bar, then they can, so long as Crowley's okay with it. Dezel's only possessive of his food; he couldn't give a damn about anything else, and he's not paid to.]

I'm not working now.

[He lifts his bottle of rum as if that explains everything.]

... I didn't know you could see me.

[lord_wizard]

Clearly not, though no one would stop you from taking that bottle somewhere else if you were so inclined, especially after you've spent part of your day here already.

[He gives Dezel a skeptical look, wondering if the man is joking. Felix has a terrible habit, likely leftover from the Mirador, of mentally filing the people who work at the bar under 'the help' and largely ignoring their existence unless they speak to him first.]

Of course I can see you, you've been in and out of the kitchen all afternoon.

[expellerhead]

[......okay he was expecting a salad, not like, whatever this is.

looks like there's no bartender, and this late at night there aren't really any servers so aizawa sighs deeply, picks up his plate and y'know what, heads to the kitchen himself. pushes his way in holding the plate.]

Hey, look, this is really artistic and the...turtle chia-pet bowl is a nice touch, but I'd like more of this only all at once. Can I get five of these on just one plate-like thing?

[sylphystia]

[Dezel whirls around as some loser shoves his way into his territory. Oh, he heard that, but...]

Employees only. Get out.

[He reaches out to place a hand on Aizawa's chest and push him back while his other hand grabs the plate. He doesn't care if Aizawa can or can't hear him. That should be enough to deter him from trespassing further-- he's not being violent, not yet.]

[expellerhead]

[whAT THE FUCK IS PUSHING HIM

aizawa drops that plate and it floats, but he slaps away whatever's against his chest, leaning back with his hands up and ready to block or punch. WHO IS THAT. WHO'S THERE. he's got his eyes on but it's not like he knows what to look at.]

[airily]

[ Zaveid doesn't escape the Huntress that often but when he does he can be found floating around the Iskaulit - it's where the grand garden is and as much as he loves his room... Sometimes you need a little more space to be happy and at peace. It means that he moves forward and heads through the halls, shifting and walking forward, trying to ignore the tug of thoughts in the back of his mind as he forces himself to be calm.

Eventually he finds his way to the bar, settling down in a quiet table near the back. Around him the air is a little cleaner and even if people can't see him it's obvious that there's something going on. There's a presence of something fresher, gentler, and he settles himself down to relax, legs stretched out and crossed over in front of him, taking up far more space than he really ought to.

He doesn't order any food - who needs to eat? - but he does have a glass of something in front of him, spinning the liquid randomly whenever he gets the urge. ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Hawke slides in beside him as though she had always been there with barely a word said she sits, stretched out across the chair like a lazy cat, quick to settle and relax. An strangle easy thing to do around him she's found, though she chalks it up to those winning looks and charming personality. Something like that.

After giving the room a quick once over she turns her attention to him and grins. ]

Hey.

[airily]

[ He doesn't make any move to dodge away from the sudden company - it's refreshing to be around someone that can actually see him and he and Hawke have always managed to get along, even in his more morose times. He thinks of hospital beds and cut hair and huffs a noise, shifting to make a little more room for her.

Less intimacy, maybe, but friendships aren't going to hurt, right? He tells that to himself as if he might end up believing it. ]

Hey.

[ofkirkwall]

[ She kinda misses his short hair, she had made fine work out of the mess that had become his hair. Not that his longer hair doesn't look good, it does, but she had been rather proud of herself, you know?

Now it's long enough to be braided and she half wonders to herself what he'd look like with a head full of braids. ]

Came to drink or people watch?

[sylphystia]

[Dezel finally gets a break when people seem to have cleared out for the time being. He has a bottle of brandy with him as well as two rocks glasses. He doesn't say hello, he simply pours: one for Zaveid, one for himself.]

[airily]

[ He doesn't move too much as Dezel comes up and settles near him but he does move to make space for the other seraph to settle down wherever he likes. In the end, he turns his head to look over at him, a little more relaxed and his wind brushing over Dezel gently. It's not like he's been watching him - he hasn't, really - but there's something incredibly soothing about feeling Dezel's familiar wind near his own. ]

You get pretty busy in here.

[sylphystia]

Yeah. I don't know where the demon gets his booze, but it's decent.

[He doesn't feel stalked, not really. Zaveid knows he works here-- a lot of people do, even if they can't see him. Also, since they've both had a shitty couple of weeks, it seems fine to just... hang out, like friends do. Dezel isn't exactly prime best friend material but he knows the basics, at least.

Dezel's own wind is fairly muted today, not that he's particularly energetic anyway. Sometimes it plays with the ends of Zaveid's hair, but never enough to be obnoxious. Just to sort of get a feel for the conversation, his body language, that sort of thing.

... Okay, so he might be playing with the feathers a bit too, but it's not like anyone else can tell.]

[cloakand_danger]

[You know who doesn't like being underwater?

Well, lots of people, as we've found out this month. But lightning mages are among them, especially lightning mages from worlds where lightning and water are opposing elements. So Yuan is spending more of his time on the Iskaulit than on the planet, unless there's something specific he wants to see or do.

Shortly after their return from the temple run, he can be found relaxing in a booth, toying pensively with a small carved ocarina and picking at a very small portion of grilled vegetables. His fingers settle over the instrument's holes in various positions, trying to remember if he knows any notes, but he's not confident enough to start testing them out in public.]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix has considered returning to Goldstone to sleep. Maybe if he closed his eyes he wouldn't have to think about the water being there, but it's a risk he's decided not to take. Meaning he's been in a state of self-interment on the Iskaulit since they got to this powers forsaken planet and he's bored. Not lonely, really. Not entirely. Crowley wouldn't let him alone for that long. But it's incredibly relieving to see a friendly face in the bar.

He spots Yuan at his table and drifts over, and stops to giving the instrument in his hands a curious tilt of his head.]

What do you have there?

[cloakand_danger]

[Yuan blinks at Felix, snapping out of it a little as he realizes he's not alone here, and offers a curl of the side of his mouth that looks like it wanted to be a smirk but doesn't quite have the heart.]

It's an ocarina. Made from the nut of a Linkite tree, a rare species from home. [He reaches for his fork, and taps the side of it firmly against the wood, producing a pure, resonant note.] ...The nuts sound like wind chimes when they strike against each other in the breeze, and so people have made instruments out of them for a long time.

[lord_wizard]

Interesting. [Which isn't as dismissive as it sounds, though he's more interested in Yuan's fascination with it than he is the instrument itself.]

Can you play it?

[deviances]

[ Yeah seriously, fuck the ocean.

Eithan's already been through one temple, and while he'll begrudgingly admit he had a good time with Belth and his other friends, he's still very, very done with the water and the wet, thank you very much. So, with nothing better to do, and while he's still blatantly avoiding the planet, might as well come to the bar for a drink! And some ridiculous fancy food, apparently? Whatever, he's mostly just here for the booze.

He isn't exactly brooding, but he's definitely looking pensively at a ring in his hand, toying with it. The black cord he'd used to wear it around his neck is on the counter in front of him, right next to an empty glass. Looks like someone needs a refill - gotta snap out of it long enough to order one first, though! ]