pub crawl o'clock

[airily]

Who: Zaveid and the fleet!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Right now!

So.

Who wants a drink?

[ Someone is not very happy about the things he's remembering, no sir. As always, resonance permissions are here! ]

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[rednecking]

Why wouldn't I be able to see you?

[airily]

I'm a seraphim.

[rednecking]

[. . . squinting at his device]

An angel?

Well I'm a sinner so I guess I'm screwed.

[airily]

It's got nothing to do with sinning. Lucky you.

[rednecking]

Oh good, because I'm not stopping.

Not an angel, then? Different kind? Something else all together?

[airily]

Kinda like a spirit. A wind spirit.

[rednecking]

Huh. Maybe I'll be able to see you then, I blow a lot of hot air.

[airily]

[ Snrk. ]

I'll knock you off your feet, then.

[rednecking]

If you do that when I can't see you I might be impressed.

Where are drinks?

[airily]

Iskaulit. The bar.

[rednecking]

Which one?

[airily]

Málum.

[rednecking]

On my way. Look for the stylish flannel.

[airily]

Flannel?

--> action;

[rednecking]

Type of clothing.

[and so, maybe fifteen minutes later, said stylish man wearing flannel waltzes on into the bar, and . . . realizes that he didn't ask what the guy looked like. Guy? Girl? Who knows.

If he can even see him, christ. He's gonna drink with a ghost]

[airily]

[ There is, at least, some obvious sign that Zaveid is hanging around somewhere; he's settled in the corner, comfortable as can be with his legs hanging off another chair at his side leaning against a wall. In front of him is a bottle of something strong and a few glasses, and he's humming quietly to himself as he drinks, staring forward as if there's something to enrapture him. ]

[rednecking]

[unfortunately, Sawyer is plain ol' human. He's seen plenty of death, and been around magical wizards or whatever the hell they wanted to be called, but him? Nope, original human flavor.

. . . but he figures the drunk ghost is over there so he wanders that way anyway, peering at the glasses. Do they "float" when he picks them up, is he having a close encounter with the things in Poltergeist??]

[airily]

[ It's not floating, exactly, but it seems as though a glass appears and disappears as Zaveid touches it and lets it go, and all he can do is stare at Sawyer before he huffs a laugh. ]

Can't see me, huh.

[rednecking]

[what the fuck, man. He stares at the table before approaching]

What was your first clue, Casper?

[airily]

The name's Zaveid. [ But at least this is a fun 'humans can't see you' event. ] You can sit if you want.

[rednecking]

Zaveid, got it. [which means he's promptly forgotten it because nicknames are always superior. He takes a seat] Name's Sawyer. Nice to meet ya. . . . your voice, whatever.

[airily]

[ He's not expecting a nickname so he just settles, nodding his head. ]

Hey, I told you I was special.

[rednecking]

I was also expectin' to see you. Guess I'm not special enough.

[airily]

I guess you're just not used to my kind. [ Not abnormal for a human. ] At least you can hear me.

[rednecking]

Can't say we got wind ghosts runnin' around where I'm from, no. Other weird shit, sure, but not that. [a little dryly] Small mercies, I guess.