Weekend Entertainment: Pup testing ground

[bjornwilde]

 I'm busy this morning, but with Missy(?) being on hiatus and it being so long since we've had a weekend entertainment, I couldn't resist. Tag in to test out pups you're thinking of apping in the coming cycle, old pups, AU versions of your pups or just whatever pups. 

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[arcane_mixologist]

A tall and lanky man enters and pauses at the front door. He's dressed in a velvet housecoat and silk pajamas, and smoking a cigarette. He takes a drag, blows out the smoke, and says, in a voice balanced between bored and intrigued, "This is new."

[dont_mention_the_tips]

"It could be worse," comes the reply from a man with pointed ears sitting at a nearby table.

[arcane_mixologist]

Eliot turns and gives the elf(?) a long look over that might leave some ear tips burning.

"True," he admits finally. "Nothing is trying to eat my soul or, worse, my face. Can I guy get a Bloody Mary here? The drink, not an actual bloody woman named Mary."

[dont_mention_the_tips]

Wil is used to scrutiny, it is the lot of someone with Elf blood. He wonders if he should have kept his hat on.

"Uh, you should probably ask the Bar or one of the rats," says Wil, "Do those things happen to you all the time?"

[arcane_mixologist]

"Not so much, but you hear stories don't you?" As he speaks he waves over one of the rats, bending over to order a drink since the rat is so much shorter. "Is there a reason the liquor cabinet has turned into a full bat? I'm not complaining mind you, just curious."

He'll decide if he can live with the new development once he sees how good the drinks are.

[dont_mention_the_tips]

Wil laughs, "The Bar just kidnapped you."

He is dressed in clothing similar to that of the 21st century with a medieval and post apocalyptic flair. If he were from the 21st century, though he might say something about not being in Kansas anymore.

"She or it, or whatever does it, just hijacked your door," he explains, "You aren't even in your own world right now."

[4th_survived]

A young woman in a heavily embroidered gown hesitantly enters the bar, her eyes wide in confusion. This couldn't be part of Henry's palace, this looked more like a tavern, but much cleaner..and stranger dressed people.

Then she catches sight of a waitrat, making her jump back. "Oh my god.."

[baby_vamp]

There's a tall, teenage redhead wearing a pink tank top, capri jeans, and Chucks bopping around to music on a pair of headphones.

She's very, very pale.

And no matter how long or how energetically she dances, she never seems out of breath.

Oh, and she's a little clumsy. She might bump into your chair or table. Oops.


[OOC: I miss my bbgirl, hehe.]

[wanderingsin]

Sin gasps and hurries to right several container of small coloured beads as the pretty girl bumps into his table. He laughs warmly and puts the lids back on everything.

He glances up and smiles, tucking the bottles and vials away in the pockets of his leather jacket. "Perhaps we should both take our music onto the dance floor?"

[baby_vamp]

The moment Jessica's hip grazes the edge of the table, she whirls around and snatches off her headphones with a gasp.

"Omigod, I'm so sorry!"

She immediately tries to help, and manages to not spill any more beads in the process.

"Um- I guess we could?" she says with a bashful chuckle, tucking her hair behind her ear. "What're you listenin' to?"

[wanderingsin]

"No harm done." Sin smiles, making a careful inventory of the beads. Jessica might find the beads feel strange, the surface of them slightly gelatinous. And Sin does seem to be a little anxious to be sure he has all of them, even if he tries to cover it.

"Scissor Sisters. Do you know them?" He cues it back to the start of the song and offers her his earphones.

[baby_vamp]

Jessica keeps an eye out for any beads that might have rolled away.

"No, can't say I have," she says, shaking her head with a shy shrug and the sweetest Southern drawl. "My parents never let me listen to anything but gospel music when I was growin' up, so now I'm like givin' myself a crash course on all the awesome bands I missed out on."

She takes the offered earphones and puts them on. And she starts nodding her head in time to the disco-ish beat, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"Hey, this's cool!"

[not_that_count]

There is a very goth very pale man sitting at a table near the girl. He is trying to drink some of the synthetic blood that the Bar has given him but he just can't get into it.

[baby_vamp]

Jessica gets especially bouncy during a Ramones song, and she becomes a one-girl mosh pit in her enthusiasm.

That enthusiasm leads to her bumping her elbow against the goth guy's shoulder when he tries to take a drink.

[not_that_count]

That was the last straw. He is suddenly in her face the synthetic blood down his red and black smoking jacket and black shirt. And don't forget his leather pants and his boots. His eye are red.

"You got this stuff on my favorite jacket," says the Count, "And my boots."

[baby_vamp]

Startled, Jessica gasps when the goth guy gets up in her face, and she yanks her headphones off.

...What the hell is wrong with his eyes?

"Sorry, mister! Uh- here, lemme try 'n get some of that stuff off--"

She grabs some napkins from a nearby table and hastily dabs at the obviously fake blood dripping on his clothes. (Fake, because she can smell it.)

[wanderingsin]

Sin is set up in a corner booth, bright pink sneakers dangling from the chair he has his feet propped up on.

Headphones in, he sings along to the music - Scissor Sisters, I Don't Feel Like Dancin'. He has a great voice, steady and comfortingly high.

He sorts coloured beads into plastic vials in various patterns before attaching the vials to ribbons as necklaces.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Hello, Sin", Athelstan says, approaching quietly.

[wanderingsin]

"Athelstan! Darling!" Sin caps the vial of beads and bounces to his feet to steal a hug. "Beautiful Athelstan, how are you?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"I'm good", he says honestly, hugging him back. "What are you doing there?"

[wanderingsin]

"I was in search of a quiet corner to get some things done and lo, I am here." He smiles warmly. "And seeing you, I couldn't be more pleased."

[arcane_mixologist]

Eliot takes a seat nearby, smartly dressed and carrying a drink that might be subtly glowing. Once he's settled, he pulled the mini-sword made of bamboo that is skewering a slice of pineapple. Chewing the pineapple, Eliot swings the sword in time to Sin's singing.

[wanderingsin]

Sin enjoys having an audience and flashes the man a grin. He sings more directly to the man as he caps a pendant and ties it on a ribbon, eyeing it critically to see all the beads sit in order.

He gets to the end of the song and pulls his headphones out. "I take requests too." He smiles playfully.

[arcane_mixologist]

Eliot puts a shocked hand over his heart.

"And have my horrible musical taste judged by so excellent a singer? I don't think so."

Okay, maybe he does think so and just needs a little encouragement.

[wanderingsin]

Sin smiles and leans in, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I promise I won't judge your preferences. I'm very... open minded." And managed to make that sound rather lusciously suggestive.