IC Log: London Ale
WHO: Sanji, Shade Man (Max)
WHERE: Victorian London (evening)
Sanji runs into Max during a stroll through foggy London and the two stop in a tavern for some drinks and light conversation.
Preview:
Max: "Do well to be careful in an area like this, mister," his voice rose with a dubious heartyness to it.
Sanji: "You should do the same. The streets at night are no place for honest gentlemen." Then what are they doing out here, hm?
It is quite foggy in London, though it is midday, it is overcast greatly, clouding vision around a dozen feet away from you. There are some people around, here and there, mainly peddlers still trying to make a buck despite the poor conditions. This is England, they are used to the rain. Mainly dry for now, however. Max Shade is quite at home here, though he's wearing a long, threadbare solid black coat along with a man's hat. Don't want to make ourselves stand out too much, now.
Yet another world for him to explore and search. How can he manage to search through so many though? And each one.. he could never see all of it. Well, Sanji just has to do the best that he can. In his usual slacks, shoes, and vest, he fits in rather well. With acquiring a gentleman's trenchcoat he blends in near perfectly. As he walks, Sanji observes the dim foggy streets that disappear in front of him. This sort of place is strangely appealing, even if it's not what he's used to. His steps are heard clacking against the cobblestone and a remaining puddle from a shower hours ago creates a light splash when he walks through it. Hm, that figure up ahead looks oddly familiar.
The figure ahead of Sanji may just drop out of sight, that is, he wouldn't see it circling around behind him. There wouldn't be much sound for certain, however, as Max could move very quietly, when he wanted to, anyway. He grinned and patted a gloved hand over Sanji's shoulder from behind, his glee almost uncontained.
"Do well to be careful in an area like this, mister," his voice rose with a dubious heartyness to it.
Sanji stops when he sees the person who was in front of him is now gone. Huh, that's strange. He was sure he saw someone there. Then again, maybe the London fog was playing tricks on his eyes. Sanji reaches into his coat to bring out a cigarette and a lighter. The cigarette is pinched between his teeth as his lighter flickers a few times before it gives flame to the end of the stick.
Feeling the hand on his shoulder he blinks and lowers the lighter, then smirks. "You should do the same. The streets at night are no place for honest gentlemen." Then what are they doing out here, hm? Sanji turns to look over his shoulder to the source of the voice.
"Ooh, still continuing our little habit, are we?" Sanji may note the voice has a distinctive English accent, though it is probably different than the one around here, surely. Max's was based on something a bit more recent than the ancient crowing these people made. Max reached up and removed his hat, his black head of hair and tapering ears visible in the twilight of the fog. He shook his head a few times, the little 'feelers' of hair at his temples coming loose and regaining their shape on his head.
"That's better.. so, come to sample the local cuisine, have we?" As have I, he thought, in the back of his mechanical brain.
Sanji turns fully about to give Max a grin around his cigarette, which he doesn't bother to remove. Little habit? "I've been smoking these since I was a kid." Really. c_c; Whether people approve of his chain smoking or not makes no difference to the pirate cook. The lighter is tucked away in his pocket again and the chef looks pleased to have run into Max. Company is always a welcome sight. "Where can a person get a good bite to eat around here?" Max does blend in pretty well. Sanji will bet he's been here before. "Let's get something.
"Kyahehe... Mm.. of course," Max made a slight bow and returned the hat to his head, tucking it firmly in place. He walked on, eyes... or ears, carefully scanning the area in front of him. One didn't need eyes to see with hearing this great. "I'm sure we can find... accommodations. An arms or a pub, either way," Max continued, he looked for the nearest place he heard people, more than a few. Wouldn't take long to find something like that here. Though he was leading them to a less dingy area of town, higher scale.
Sanji smirks again and turns to follow at Max's side down the street while tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat. Now their pairs of feet travel together down the road, though Shade's might actually be silent compared to the cook's. He trusts that his guide will bring them to a proper place for enjoyment, and sure enough it looks like they're entering a nice part of town. "You come here a lot?" Max seems to know his way around, or maybe he's just the type that can navigate unknown areas easily.
"Not really, more into Gotham. Ever been there?" he grins. That, or someplace where there was only newspapers, no electrical communication or travel. Let him move easier than the human.. or organic natives. Shade's steps actually did make noise now, though it wasn't heavy metal clanking, this was a brisk clopping sound, like hooves. The stones did that, but his gait wasn't short, so he didn't mimic the sound of a horse. They arrive shortly outside a tavern, though Max stops, his arms crossed over his chest.
"How is this, mister Pirate Chef?" he grinned.
Sanji shakes his head. "Can't say that I have." Sounds kind of like a dangerous place. Something about the name itself. Maybe he should also pay a visit to that location sometime in his travels through the gates. Sanji's own steps clack in a regular rhythm with his long, easy going strides. Once in front of the tavern he stops and lifts his right hand, taking his cigarette away from his lips by pinching it between two fingers. He breathes the smoke out past his teeth in a hiss. "Sounds lively." There's a grin in return. "I hope the food's good." At least it looks like the sort of place where he can smoke indoors, so Max chose well! "If it has cute waitresses then it's a winner." Because that's really what counts you know.
Max smiles. "Of course." and he let himself inside. The interior was a little dark, as even modern day places like this tend to be, but here wasn't from the intended atmosphere so much as it was the light coming from candles and lanterns. Max seated himself, not taking off his hat--yet, and ordered for himself a tankard of hot black tea and some gingerbread, if they had any. While he wasn't big on sweets, he'd take some along with tea, if that was involved.
Sanji steps inside and glances around. Sure it's dim but that doesn't bother him. The people here seem to be enjoying themselves. Looks like he'll have to sample the ale, as it's what a lot of people are drinking. That he doesn't have to put his cigarette out is a plus, and likely he's not the only one smoking anyway. Sanji follows Max to a table and takes a seat. He does partake of the ale and some hot buttered rolls to go with it, just to line his stomach in case the brew is too strong. Not likely though. A pirate does have a drink now and again so Sanji will be fine as long as he doesn't overdo it. "Aaah." And yes, he's making himself perfectly comfortable here as he sits back in his chair.
Max waited till the waitress brought their refreshments before taking off her hat, watching her teeter away. A slight brush of his hand relieved his feelers from their spot on his head, the hat always pushed them down. The one disadvantage to wearing them. He tasted the hot tea, and finding it to his liking, he bit into some of the gingerbread. This wasn't artificial, it was actually a bit bitter--the sweetness was an after taste.
"Do mind your drink, don't want to have to carry you out of here," Shade said with a sly look to Sanji.
Max may look odd, but Sanji has seen a slew of odd characters since he's been traveling with the Mugiwara crew. Sanji smiles to the waitress as he accepts his mug and also watches her teeter away. *cough* Then he laughs at the remark. "Hahaha, I guess you don't have that problem." An android can't get drunk can it? Sanji.. well, he doesn't hold his drink quite so well as Zoro or Nami. Actually for such a slim girl, Nami can outdrink the lot of them. Just so long as you're wagering on it. He takes his first swig, eyeing the mug with approval before setting it down again.
"Hmm.. I can simulate it if I want, but why would one want to?" He peered curiously at Sanji, enjoying his drink. He continued to nibble at the ends of the gingerbread, taking another sip of tea. He unbuttoned a the top buttons of his coat and crossed his legs beneath the table, relaxing a bit. Was a good thing he didn't have his armor, his boots didn't like the edges of tables like this.
"So.. you have been well? continuing work on the Relief Society building?"
Sanji laughs at the idea of Max simulating having too much to drink. "There's no point in that." Why act like it if you can't really experience it? At least Max can't experience a hangover. @_@; Though he feels sorry for the android a little. After all, being a pirate also means having a good time when you can. There have been plenty of parties where the Straw Hats would eat, drink, sing, and dance themselves silly until they could do nothing else but pass out and sleep wherever they landed.
"I've been well." He says with a smile, reaching for one of the rolls and tearing a piece free, then chewing on it. "I help out at the building when I can." But he hopes the construction crew keeps working hard on it so it'll be done as soon as possible. "What about you?" Max has been doing alright, hasn't he?
"I wasn't able to put in as many hours helping with the Relief Society Building as I'd like, had to attend to the haunted house earlier in the week, but that was a success.." with a little help, of course, but it went down well enough. He took another drink of his tea, not minding the chef's comment about there being no point in simulating drunkeness. It worked out well enough when one wanted to blend in, anyway...
Sanji is sure it's a good idea to blend in sometimes. But Sanji doesn't want Max to feel like he has to just to get along with him. It's fine with Sanji if Max keeps his head about him, though technically he would no matter what. "Yeah I remember something about a Haunted House.." The cook grumbles, then gives Max a good natured smirk. He still can't believe he ended up the guinea pig there. And when he told Nami about what happened she must've thought he was a real chicken for being afraid of some fake bats. "The Society is having a meeting soon." Word tends to get around. "Maybe I'll make something for it." What meeting can go over without snacks?
"Ooh, a meeting?" Odd, Max hadn't heard of it. But then again he'd been lurking about places like these since the Haunted House, playing domesticated vampire had taken its toll on his senses. Needed to get out, and see what shook loose. He was half-way through his tea now, not eating anymore of the gingerbread. His forehead perked a little when he heard Sanji might be cooking for the event.
"Oh really, going to cook us a delicious feast?" Max grinned.
Sanji downs the rest of his ale and then sighs, setting the empty mug down. "Don't know about a feast, but something to keep us from starving." Definitely some delicious snacks of some kind, so long as Orihime doesn't mind. He can't imagine she would. From what he's heard she and her friends have quite the appetites. But it is getting late, so Sanji takes some money and sets it on the tabletop as he gets up. "Let's do this again." He gives Max a smile as he lifts both hands to the collar of his coat and adjusts it. He has to look as good as possible in case he encounters a cute girl on the way out. Finally his cigarette is reclaimed from the ashtray. "See you around, Max." The cook will take his leave for the night.
WHERE: Victorian London (evening)
Sanji runs into Max during a stroll through foggy London and the two stop in a tavern for some drinks and light conversation.
Preview:
Max: "Do well to be careful in an area like this, mister," his voice rose with a dubious heartyness to it.
Sanji: "You should do the same. The streets at night are no place for honest gentlemen." Then what are they doing out here, hm?
It is quite foggy in London, though it is midday, it is overcast greatly, clouding vision around a dozen feet away from you. There are some people around, here and there, mainly peddlers still trying to make a buck despite the poor conditions. This is England, they are used to the rain. Mainly dry for now, however. Max Shade is quite at home here, though he's wearing a long, threadbare solid black coat along with a man's hat. Don't want to make ourselves stand out too much, now.
Yet another world for him to explore and search. How can he manage to search through so many though? And each one.. he could never see all of it. Well, Sanji just has to do the best that he can. In his usual slacks, shoes, and vest, he fits in rather well. With acquiring a gentleman's trenchcoat he blends in near perfectly. As he walks, Sanji observes the dim foggy streets that disappear in front of him. This sort of place is strangely appealing, even if it's not what he's used to. His steps are heard clacking against the cobblestone and a remaining puddle from a shower hours ago creates a light splash when he walks through it. Hm, that figure up ahead looks oddly familiar.
The figure ahead of Sanji may just drop out of sight, that is, he wouldn't see it circling around behind him. There wouldn't be much sound for certain, however, as Max could move very quietly, when he wanted to, anyway. He grinned and patted a gloved hand over Sanji's shoulder from behind, his glee almost uncontained.
"Do well to be careful in an area like this, mister," his voice rose with a dubious heartyness to it.
Sanji stops when he sees the person who was in front of him is now gone. Huh, that's strange. He was sure he saw someone there. Then again, maybe the London fog was playing tricks on his eyes. Sanji reaches into his coat to bring out a cigarette and a lighter. The cigarette is pinched between his teeth as his lighter flickers a few times before it gives flame to the end of the stick.
Feeling the hand on his shoulder he blinks and lowers the lighter, then smirks. "You should do the same. The streets at night are no place for honest gentlemen." Then what are they doing out here, hm? Sanji turns to look over his shoulder to the source of the voice.
"Ooh, still continuing our little habit, are we?" Sanji may note the voice has a distinctive English accent, though it is probably different than the one around here, surely. Max's was based on something a bit more recent than the ancient crowing these people made. Max reached up and removed his hat, his black head of hair and tapering ears visible in the twilight of the fog. He shook his head a few times, the little 'feelers' of hair at his temples coming loose and regaining their shape on his head.
"That's better.. so, come to sample the local cuisine, have we?" As have I, he thought, in the back of his mechanical brain.
Sanji turns fully about to give Max a grin around his cigarette, which he doesn't bother to remove. Little habit? "I've been smoking these since I was a kid." Really. c_c; Whether people approve of his chain smoking or not makes no difference to the pirate cook. The lighter is tucked away in his pocket again and the chef looks pleased to have run into Max. Company is always a welcome sight. "Where can a person get a good bite to eat around here?" Max does blend in pretty well. Sanji will bet he's been here before. "Let's get something.
"Kyahehe... Mm.. of course," Max made a slight bow and returned the hat to his head, tucking it firmly in place. He walked on, eyes... or ears, carefully scanning the area in front of him. One didn't need eyes to see with hearing this great. "I'm sure we can find... accommodations. An arms or a pub, either way," Max continued, he looked for the nearest place he heard people, more than a few. Wouldn't take long to find something like that here. Though he was leading them to a less dingy area of town, higher scale.
Sanji smirks again and turns to follow at Max's side down the street while tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat. Now their pairs of feet travel together down the road, though Shade's might actually be silent compared to the cook's. He trusts that his guide will bring them to a proper place for enjoyment, and sure enough it looks like they're entering a nice part of town. "You come here a lot?" Max seems to know his way around, or maybe he's just the type that can navigate unknown areas easily.
"Not really, more into Gotham. Ever been there?" he grins. That, or someplace where there was only newspapers, no electrical communication or travel. Let him move easier than the human.. or organic natives. Shade's steps actually did make noise now, though it wasn't heavy metal clanking, this was a brisk clopping sound, like hooves. The stones did that, but his gait wasn't short, so he didn't mimic the sound of a horse. They arrive shortly outside a tavern, though Max stops, his arms crossed over his chest.
"How is this, mister Pirate Chef?" he grinned.
Sanji shakes his head. "Can't say that I have." Sounds kind of like a dangerous place. Something about the name itself. Maybe he should also pay a visit to that location sometime in his travels through the gates. Sanji's own steps clack in a regular rhythm with his long, easy going strides. Once in front of the tavern he stops and lifts his right hand, taking his cigarette away from his lips by pinching it between two fingers. He breathes the smoke out past his teeth in a hiss. "Sounds lively." There's a grin in return. "I hope the food's good." At least it looks like the sort of place where he can smoke indoors, so Max chose well! "If it has cute waitresses then it's a winner." Because that's really what counts you know.
Max smiles. "Of course." and he let himself inside. The interior was a little dark, as even modern day places like this tend to be, but here wasn't from the intended atmosphere so much as it was the light coming from candles and lanterns. Max seated himself, not taking off his hat--yet, and ordered for himself a tankard of hot black tea and some gingerbread, if they had any. While he wasn't big on sweets, he'd take some along with tea, if that was involved.
Sanji steps inside and glances around. Sure it's dim but that doesn't bother him. The people here seem to be enjoying themselves. Looks like he'll have to sample the ale, as it's what a lot of people are drinking. That he doesn't have to put his cigarette out is a plus, and likely he's not the only one smoking anyway. Sanji follows Max to a table and takes a seat. He does partake of the ale and some hot buttered rolls to go with it, just to line his stomach in case the brew is too strong. Not likely though. A pirate does have a drink now and again so Sanji will be fine as long as he doesn't overdo it. "Aaah." And yes, he's making himself perfectly comfortable here as he sits back in his chair.
Max waited till the waitress brought their refreshments before taking off her hat, watching her teeter away. A slight brush of his hand relieved his feelers from their spot on his head, the hat always pushed them down. The one disadvantage to wearing them. He tasted the hot tea, and finding it to his liking, he bit into some of the gingerbread. This wasn't artificial, it was actually a bit bitter--the sweetness was an after taste.
"Do mind your drink, don't want to have to carry you out of here," Shade said with a sly look to Sanji.
Max may look odd, but Sanji has seen a slew of odd characters since he's been traveling with the Mugiwara crew. Sanji smiles to the waitress as he accepts his mug and also watches her teeter away. *cough* Then he laughs at the remark. "Hahaha, I guess you don't have that problem." An android can't get drunk can it? Sanji.. well, he doesn't hold his drink quite so well as Zoro or Nami. Actually for such a slim girl, Nami can outdrink the lot of them. Just so long as you're wagering on it. He takes his first swig, eyeing the mug with approval before setting it down again.
"Hmm.. I can simulate it if I want, but why would one want to?" He peered curiously at Sanji, enjoying his drink. He continued to nibble at the ends of the gingerbread, taking another sip of tea. He unbuttoned a the top buttons of his coat and crossed his legs beneath the table, relaxing a bit. Was a good thing he didn't have his armor, his boots didn't like the edges of tables like this.
"So.. you have been well? continuing work on the Relief Society building?"
Sanji laughs at the idea of Max simulating having too much to drink. "There's no point in that." Why act like it if you can't really experience it? At least Max can't experience a hangover. @_@; Though he feels sorry for the android a little. After all, being a pirate also means having a good time when you can. There have been plenty of parties where the Straw Hats would eat, drink, sing, and dance themselves silly until they could do nothing else but pass out and sleep wherever they landed.
"I've been well." He says with a smile, reaching for one of the rolls and tearing a piece free, then chewing on it. "I help out at the building when I can." But he hopes the construction crew keeps working hard on it so it'll be done as soon as possible. "What about you?" Max has been doing alright, hasn't he?
"I wasn't able to put in as many hours helping with the Relief Society Building as I'd like, had to attend to the haunted house earlier in the week, but that was a success.." with a little help, of course, but it went down well enough. He took another drink of his tea, not minding the chef's comment about there being no point in simulating drunkeness. It worked out well enough when one wanted to blend in, anyway...
Sanji is sure it's a good idea to blend in sometimes. But Sanji doesn't want Max to feel like he has to just to get along with him. It's fine with Sanji if Max keeps his head about him, though technically he would no matter what. "Yeah I remember something about a Haunted House.." The cook grumbles, then gives Max a good natured smirk. He still can't believe he ended up the guinea pig there. And when he told Nami about what happened she must've thought he was a real chicken for being afraid of some fake bats. "The Society is having a meeting soon." Word tends to get around. "Maybe I'll make something for it." What meeting can go over without snacks?
"Ooh, a meeting?" Odd, Max hadn't heard of it. But then again he'd been lurking about places like these since the Haunted House, playing domesticated vampire had taken its toll on his senses. Needed to get out, and see what shook loose. He was half-way through his tea now, not eating anymore of the gingerbread. His forehead perked a little when he heard Sanji might be cooking for the event.
"Oh really, going to cook us a delicious feast?" Max grinned.
Sanji downs the rest of his ale and then sighs, setting the empty mug down. "Don't know about a feast, but something to keep us from starving." Definitely some delicious snacks of some kind, so long as Orihime doesn't mind. He can't imagine she would. From what he's heard she and her friends have quite the appetites. But it is getting late, so Sanji takes some money and sets it on the tabletop as he gets up. "Let's do this again." He gives Max a smile as he lifts both hands to the collar of his coat and adjusts it. He has to look as good as possible in case he encounters a cute girl on the way out. Finally his cigarette is reclaimed from the ashtray. "See you around, Max." The cook will take his leave for the night.