Friday DE: Bring out your pups.....

[bjornwilde]

Since I am up with a coughing fit, damn cold, I might as well post the DE.

It’s the the tail end of the app period, so let’s have a Test drive. And heck, since you may not have a new pup to play with, let’s open it to old pups or even OCs you might wanna play with to get the voice down.  

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[mute_clay]

The man walking in from the cold outside looks tired and worn. His hands are rough, the way they become when you work outside, and he is limping.
But the sudden appearance of the bar makes him smile.


{ooc: Clay hasn't been here in an age. Mute. Mostly friendly}

[skyhigh_seance]

The front door opens, allowing in a lanky man who is waving off something with a look of annoyance as he stumbles through the door, the feathered fringe on his coat fluffily following his movements. When he nearly rams into a table he clearly didn't expect to be there, he pauses, blinking owlishly at his surroundings.

"Oooooooh..." Klaus drawls, ruffling his already messy hair as he considers the possibilities. Then the wall of alcohol behind the bar catches his attention, and... hey! Looks like a good afternoon.

[i_am_your_host]

There is a man lounging at the bar, legs crossed at the knee, shorn trousers revealing sock garters and beat-up combat boots. Wreathed in a cloud of cigarette smoke, he casts a dark, twinkling gaze toward the newcomer.

Oh, it is going to be a good afternoon.

"Enchanting, isn't it? So many delicious choices, it's hard to know where to begin," Emcee says with a velvety German accent.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus blinks, pausing mid-swaying-step with a hesitant smile, which broadens after a moment. He waves, 'HELLO' printed broadly across his palm.

"I... am feeling classy today, I think. Let's see what's in the whiskey section!" He decides cheerfully, changing course to wend his way around the bar. "Do you want some?"

He can afford to share, when there's so much to share from.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles brightly at the greeting tattooed on the man's palm.

"Mmm, I wouldn't say no to that," he says, leaning forward on the countertop on his elbows. "But you don't actually have to get the whiskey. You can just ask the Bar herself." And he gives the counter a little pat with his fingertips.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Mmmm... but this comes in such a tidy serving size." Klaus counter-argues, grinning as he snags a bottle and considers the label for a moment. But, he's as good as his word (really!) and grabs a glass next to pour out a generous portion of the bottle. He considers his handiwork, then slides the glass over.

As he does so, his gaze sidles over to something across the room, and he hides the roll of his eyes with the bottle, burning resignation with alcohol.

"So," He gasps, because this isn't exactly a gulping drink, it turns out, "Come here often?"

[starrydome]

A tall person nods at him in greeting.

His face is ageless, his eyes ancient (and lit by the light of stars).

He is wearing robes the colour of a clear winter morning sky, pale hues of violet and pink and dark grey but his smile is warm.

(And a little concerned. He is, after all, kind).

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus pauses, momentarily, when he notices that he's been noticed, but the expression that goes along with the being noticed isn't... angry, or forbidding, or any of those things, so he shrugs, waving absent-mindedly.

'HELLO' flashes from his open palm.

"Is there something on my face?" He asks when the noticing is still happening. He isn't entirely sure what to do with that.

[starrydome]

Elrond gives him a small smile and shakes his head.
"My apologies," he says. "I was merely trying to decide whether I had seen you here before. I did not mean to stare."

His voice is pleasant and well-modulated. British only - not really.

"Well met. If this is your first visit I will be glad to tell you of this place."

[skyhigh_seance]

The accent reminds him oddly of Pogo.

He... doesn't want to think about Pogo. Thankfully, he knows a sovereign cure for thinking, and there appears to be a whole wall of it riiiight over there. He goes back to making his wandering way in that direction.

"Are you the greeting committee?"

[starrydome]

Elrond follows along, walking gracefully and doubtlessly next to the Man.

"Not as such. I am but a guest here but I have returned to this place frequently over the years."

Up close he smells of fresh air and deep forests. And to the observant, his appearance isn't quite human.

To the non-observant, well, he's probably just a handsome, middle-aged, well-kept dude with really good hair.

[skyhigh_seance]

If he were sober, Klaus would note... a lot of things. Klaus was always good at noticing things, tragically.

Klaus is Not Sober, by at least a couple of definitions.

And that's some really good hair. Klaus' hair has never been that well behaved, even when he was Number Four.

"Huh. Well, I can't fault their taste in alcohol. Do you want some?" He offers nonchalantly as he slides behind the bar, eyeing the multitude of bottles speculatively.

[starrydome]

"Let me show you something," Elrond says. "If you come round this way?"

To the right side of the counter.

"These are a fraction of what is on offer. If you are in the mood for something specific, you can order it whilst standing here."

On the right side of the counter, young Man.
He doesn't say that.

"Observe."

He puts a hand down gentle on the counter and says, "A cordial as served in London, please," and a tall, delicate glass appear as out of nowhere. Frosted and lightly glowing, filled with a pale green liquid.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus watches politely, and... yep. That's a pretty cool magic trick, but...

Wall of Alcohol. Perfectly good bottles, right there. They're not even secured.

"Yep, mmm-hmm, very cool." Klaus assures pretty-hair-guy as he makes his way back to the bottles, selecting a bottle of whiskey with a pleasantly expensive-looking label. Happily he removes the cap, the fumes from the alcohol within decidedly promising.

"So, you come here often?"

[starrydome]

An internal sigh.
But the Lady seems to be gracious towards those who are - not quolite capable of taking Care of themselves.

"I do. I have been for several thousand years now."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Uuuuuh-huh." Klaus has known enough junkies to know contradicting delusions never goes well. It just isn't worth it. "Pretty long-standing establishment then, huh? Explains how they can get the good stuff. Cheers!"

Yeah, the whiskey burns juuuust right.

[thewidewideworld]

There's an androgynous blonde siting at the end of the bar, a glass of dark red wine at hand as he sews something into the lining of a wool cloak. He sings to himself as he works, his voice clear and beautiful. The song might well sound like some old Irish folk ballad, but the language is older still.

Absently, he polishes off the glass. It refills almost as soon as he puts it down. He kisses his fingertips and presses them to the bar by way of thanks without dropping a note in his song.

He nods to Klaus, politely and welcomingly.

[skyhigh_seance]

The sight of the fellow of the bar brings on a moment of dissonance, like it should be something else, someone else - blonde, sewing, singing something pretty... but for a moment his brain (baked as it is) expects a puffed skirt, a familiar smile.

Thankfully he's not really given to those sorts of hallucinations, so the moment passes. He waves a hello, the tattooed letters broad on his palm. He continues his wending way to the Bar, and around it to investigate the bottles arrayed behind it.

[thewidewideworld]

The flash of tattooed words surprise him and Sinric cocks his head, wondering if the newcomer is mute.

But there's something about the need that leads the bottles he understands. "Upper shelf on your left. The white ceramic bottle. If you need escape, that's what I'd choose."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oooh, insider tip, thank you." Klaus replies with cheerful anticipation as he reaches for the recommended beverage. "Come here often then?"

Juuuuust a little reach more aaaand... got it! He bounces on his toes in victory.

[thewidewideworld]

"Milliways is my home." Sinric sighs a little tiredly, reaching across the bar for two ceramic cups that match the bottle. "I'm a wanderer, without nation or peoples. This place is my constant."

He holds out a hand, offering to pour. His hand is as petite as the rest of him but long fingered with a musician's calluses. "Is this your first time?"

[skyhigh_seance]

Oooooh no, he was told this bottle contains escape, so he isn't about to let it go so quickly. He does, however, pour out a full cup because hey, he learned to share once upon a time.

"Not too many of those left." Klaus snorts, laughing a little at his own joke.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric withdraws his hand, taken aback a little by the man's ... rush of need? Desperation? He's having trouble reading what it is that's driving Klaus.

"Thank you." he lifts the cup in salute, toasting in something akin to Japanese before taking a sip. The liquor is sweet at first, cherry blossoms and spring but the burn has a peppery aftertaste and the heat of its strength.

"Are you seeking new experiences?" he asks, head cocks in curiosity.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus returns the salute (though he doesn't try anything in Japanese, or any other language), coughing a little at the unexpected bite at the end.

"Oh, you know, it's," He pauses - hoo, that one gets you coming and going, doesn't it? Nice. "It's not so much 'seeking' as 'finding', and sort of... 'falling into'?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Following the patten of the weave wherever it might lead you?" Sinric nods. "I understand that. It is... my nature too."

"Today you have fallen into the bar at the end of the universe. A sanctuary between times and worlds." He takes another sip, clearly use to the burn.