[log] and i hope for your sake i've changed
[17:23] Brucolac: A vampir swaggers in, tinkling faintly. He's got bells on his wrist, it would seem? You know. As you do, when you're an ab-dead pirate lord.
[17:26] * Martel 's entrance tragically lacks bells; he's coming off the technical end of his work day, and taking a break before he continues anyway. He makes a beeline for where he knows the wine he finds acceptable is, with a friendly-enough silent greeting for the Brucolac.
[17:27] * Brucolac is carrying a small styrofoam cooler, which he sets on the bar. Jingle jingle. "Martel."
[17:27] * Brody is wearing blue jeans and a ratty old hoodie that clearly once belonged to someone at least twice his size, that he commandeered. Also he has a toothbrush--with toothpaste!--sticking out of his mouth and enters twirling around and... pausing. Clearly he did not intend to come here. Oops.
[17:28] Martel: "Good evening," Martel says, in a markedly better mood than he was the first time they met - and raises his eyebrow at Brody from behind the bar. "Oh, it's you."
[17:28] * Brody also still has his raccoon eye goth make up on, because Brody NEVER TAKES IT OFF.
[17:28] Brody: "Dish ishnot my baffroom," he says, looking incredibly cross. He shakes his fist at the ceiling. NEXUS.
[17:30] Martel: "Poor little pixie," with a total lack of sympathy, "the basin's through there, you know." ...sometimes it's hard to tell when Martel likes someone.
[17:30] Brody: "Ah will bite you wiff mah minteh-fresh breaff," he declares. And then... goes to rinse his mouth out, ew.
[17:31] * Brucolac just raises his eyebrows at Brody - okay then, small one - and pulls out some clear plastic bags of blood. They have these convenient little tubes and everything, it's lovely. He feels like being civilized tonight, and turns to find a glass of some kind.
[17:31] * Martel laaaaughs, and - well, since he's back here for his wine anyway, he pushes an empty glass toward the Brucolac.
[17:34] * Brody spits in the sink, rinses, washes off his toothbrush... and for lack of anything better to do with it, sticks it in his back pocket. (Fun fact: it's shaped like Batman.) "I like how the Nexus just delivers SURPRISE BOOZE alla time." He plops himself at the bar.
[17:35] * Brucolac picks it up, examines it, and puts all the baggies but one back in the cooler-thing. He'll likely top off the glass with just one, anyway. "There must be something back here to go with whatever mint foam that was."
[17:36] Brody: "Obviously a mojito," he cheerfuls (it's a verb now), and goes to make himself one. It's... not a very good mojito.
[17:37] * Brucolac wouldn't know, so go with his blessings, O Brody. He looks over at Martel and then nods at the kid. Introductions, perhaps?
[17:39] * Martel has procured red wine (no Arcian, sigh) and will, after he's made sure it's decent, fashion some introductions here. "You are an unsettling creature." He's referring to Brody, for the record. "And the unsettling creature is Brody. Brody, the Brucolac, liege-lord of my librarian." Enjoy.
[17:40] * Fish actually meant to leave his house this time, and so he's properly dressed to go out -- he even bathed for the first time in over a week, just for the sake of you people (well, of people in general, but still), so he doesn't smell so much like a highway carcass. His hair's a little damp, he has a cigarette, he looks dog tired. And there he is, walkin' on in.
[17:41] Brody: "I choose to interpret this as a compliment. Hello!" Brody's drink is made of rum, diet Seven Up, and about ten pounds of sugar. He perks up when Fish walks in. "Hey you!"
[17:41] Martel: "Feel free to."
[17:41] * Brucolac grins and rattles off a chuckle. "Mercy, Martel. I went to a whole riding to one man. It's an adjustment. Hello Brody." His bell bracelet jingles as he takes a sip.
[17:42] * Fish doesn't smile, but looks generally friendly in Brody's direction. "Hey, kiddo. 'Sup?"
[17:42] * Brucolac then gets distracted, and his lizard-tongue starts flickering at the newcomer. Hello. You smell /interesting/.
[17:43] Brody: "Siddown, let's make it a party."
[17:46] * Fish kinda looks at the other gents, but doesn't say anything yet -- he's shy, you know how it is -- and wanders in the tinygoth's direction. "Whatcha got there?"
[17:47] * Martel is probably the worst person in the world for the shy, but he's /relaxing/ this evening, so there's that; he comes around the bar with his glass (and...his bottle) to claim a seat nearby.
[17:47] Brody: "I made a mojito." Note its distinct non-resemblance to the actual drink he named. Also it will give you diabetes. "Want one?"
[17:47] * Ankhenaten ... arrives!!
[17:48] Brody: OH GOD, GOTH PARTY.
[17:49] Fish: "uhm... nah, I..." Okay, that beaky guy over there is drinking something extremely fascinating. See how his pupils suddenly contracted as he got nearer? He's trying to ignore it. "...no, no thanks."
[17:49] Brucolac: "Hello." He will pause his peering and tongue-flickering at Fish to greet you, Akhenaten.
[17:49] * Ankhenaten is still not wearing shoes-- "Oh! Hello, you. And-- everyone. My, it's busy today."
[17:50] Martel: "As it ever gets here, good evening."
[17:50] * Brody waves at Ankhenaten. He recognizes this person!
[17:50] * Ankhenaten waves back at Brody. Hello, tinygoth. And then: "Ahh, I see you found your PINpoint after-all." He means you, Fish.
[17:51] * Fish waves, too, by which I mean his shows his palm without actually waving it. "Hey." ...And, we have instant sheepish avoidance of eye contact. "Ah, ha, yeah. It was under the couch."
[17:51] * Martel is more or less content just to drink and be comfortable, but there is something worth raising- "Ah, Brody, I'm reminded. Would you like your little...plastic...things returned? You confused the hell out of my groundskeepers."
[17:52] Ankhenaten: "A triumph, even if a triumph covered in dust-bunnies." And now he's going to go over to the bar to snoop around for wine again.
[17:52] * Brody suddenly looks incredibly shifty, because "subtlety" is not a word in his vocabulary. "...which plastic things?"
[17:53] * Martel gazes steadily at him, visibly entertained. "The ones you fixed to the side of my castle when you thought no one was paying any attention."
[17:53] * Brucolac is not drinking....wine. Speaking of, he's going to continue watching you, Fish, and sipping. Not aggressive, just here, being the elephant in the room.
[17:54] Brody: "Technically," more eye-darting, "those are Lucy's." Brody is a STINKING TRAITOR, ratting his accomplice out like that.
[17:54] * Ankhenaten is going to grab a bottle and a glass and then go bother BB and peer over his shoulder into his glass. Because if he's going to loom he should clearly have an audience.
[17:55] Martel: "I remember her, yes. Would /she/ like them back?"
[17:55] * Brucolac is amused by this, and murmurs something to Akhenaten.
[17:56] * Fish scratches at some itch or other, possibly more than one, finds himself a chair and sits. He's just going to be awkward for a bit until he can work up the nerve to...do anything. Or until buddy stops staring at him, whichever.
[17:56] * Ankhenaten sits, glancing, and converses!
[17:56] Brody: "M...aybe. They're presents! Keep them. Put them in your liberry." 'Liberry' is actually tragically how he pronounces it, unironically.
[17:56] * Brody grabs a straw and blows the wrapper at Fish. Hi. :3
[17:57] Martel: "I'm sure that'd make Master Doul's workday infinitely more interesting."
[17:57] Brody: "It's better than what I did to Justin anyway."
[17:57] Brucolac: "Which is something I approve of."
[17:58] Martel: "Problem solved." Not that ... it was actually a problem.
[17:58] * Fish scrunches his nose at Brody. nyeh.
[17:58] * Brody makes a face right back.
[18:00] * Doul 's typist would like to mention something about speaking of the Devil, but that's neither here nor there. However, a serious, quiet gent with a bracelet of clapperless bells is here.
[18:00] * Ankhenaten grabs BB's hand and drags him over to where Fish is, smiling. "It's good to see you out and about, Mr. Fish. Have you met my very serious friend yet?" ...this would be the tall dude he's hauling unceremoniously around.
[18:01] * Fish suddenly remembers that he's holding a lit cigarette, and does something with it, i.e. takes a drag. If he could blow a smoke ring at Brody, he would, but he sucks at that oh god people are coming
[18:01] Fish: "No, I haven't." He's good at feigning friendly interest. Raised eyebrows and everything!
[18:02] * Brody is being VERY good at not smoking. How this is better than him failing at being sober for like a week straight, no one knows.
[18:03] Ankhenaten: "His name is the Brucolac," he says, airy. "And is terribly social, as you can see."
[18:03] * Brucolac is being dragged by you, Uther. Hi. And here's Fish. "Extremely serious, yes." He raises the hand that has the jingly bracelet on it to push some of his crazy hair back, straightfaced all the while. "Thank you, Akhenaten. I'm the Brucolac, hello."
[18:03] * Ankhenaten wins
[18:04] * Brody puts his head on the bar, eyes the large dude he doesn't know. (Everyone is large compared to Brody, but, you get the drift.)
[18:04] * Doul suspects that he's going to need to spend his holiday evening in some sort of unobtrusive way. He would bow out, but if that happens, the Brucolac will sulk and be a general bastard. (Which he always is, but that's not the point of this argument.)
[18:05] * Fish has no idea why this is happening, but he stands up to facilitate it, anyway. Manners and all. He's not going to offer his hand to shake, though -- and excuse him as he blows smoke away from the pair. "Hi. I'm Fish." ...miraculous.
[18:05] * Martel has ensconced himself in one of the sofas, and is observing the goings on with relatively good-natured interest.
[18:05] Fish: He then gives Nat a sideways look, briefly, in a 'what are you doing' kind of way.
[18:07] * Ankhenaten smiles, and plunks down near where Fish was sitting. "Apparently I dropped a PINpoint on some kind of shrink. I can only imagine the horrors of the mental health profession in this place."
[18:08] Brucolac: "I was wondering, as you strike me as a man of similar tastes," yes so similar looking, the two, "if you would like to join me in a drink." How fucking uncomfortable can you really be here, Fish, the Brucolac would love to know.
[18:10] * Brody has finished his boozey drink, and is just going to sip on zero calorie soda for the rest of the night. This is a good idea.
[18:11] Brody: "All the shrinks in the Nexus eventually quietly disappear," he interjects thoughtfully.
[18:12] * Fish was going to ask about the PINpoint thing, but he is suddenly the center of attention (or feels like it, anyway) and this makes him want to hide under a table. Instead, he touches his nervous hands together, fidgety like. If it could, his heart would be thumping crazily.
[18:12] Fish: OH MY GOD YES, YES PLEASE, GIVE IT NOW-- "uhm... Sure."
[18:12] * Ankhenaten will totally do that smacking your friend in the arm thing at BB if he trolls Fish too hard btw.
[18:13] Brucolac: Really really uncomfortable, clearly. Shut up, Akhenaten, this is adorable and delicious and you know it. "I'll be right back then."
[18:14] Ankhenaten: "He's kind of a tool," Ankhenaten sighs when BB's out of earshot (maybe), "but I think he means well."
[18:15] * Brucolac was not, Akhenaten, and he is going to give you a Look for that.
[18:15] Fish: "Okay." ...And again, a sideways look for Nat. Gee, that sounds familiar. "You think?"
[18:15] * Ankhenaten smiles at BB!!! <<333
[18:15] * Fish gives Brody a silent, wide-eyed glance while nobody's paying attention, like 'help me'
[18:15] * Brucolac shakes his head and grins. For the love of...
[18:16] * Doul wishes that he had someone to give that same 'halp' look to. Sadly, his face is permanently frozen in a B|
[18:16] Ankhenaten: You people do this to yourselves by tolerating him. "I do think so." he lights a cigarette.
[18:16] * Brody shrugs at Fish. :(
[18:16] * Martel is being quiet and well-behaved, but probably nobody present is dumb enough to appeal to him for help.
[18:17] Brucolac: "Such endless suspicion." Having emptied another blood-baggie into a wineglass, he comes back over and hands it to Fish. "You'd think I was a fucking vampire or something."
[18:17] * Ankhenaten spies Doul. "Hello!" He wonders if you're still celebrating your holidaything.
[18:18] * Ankhenaten does that smack your friend on the arm thing.
[18:18] * Brody ... frowns, looks around the room. Puts his hands on his hips. (Ostensibly; he is formless under that ginormous hoodie.) "Okay, show of hands. Who all in this room is dead?"
[18:18] * Martel raises his hand lazily.
[18:19] Fish: Haa ha ha. Chill, Fish -- you're out, remember? More or less. He only looks mildly horrified for a moment, then comes the fake, tight-lipped smile, and he takes the cup. "Sorry. Thanks." ...make up your mind.
[18:19] * Brucolac raises his.
[18:19] * Doul nods to Ankhenaten and is...rapidly considering a strategic retreat.
[18:19] * Fish also... hesitantly raises his hand, a little, maybe to shoulder level.
[18:19] Ankhenaten: "...Good Christ I'm at the Bar of the Living Dead."
[18:19] Brucolac: "Doul, get over here before the pixie feels overwhelmed by dead men."
[18:20] Martel: "I'm almost certain that I'm the only one /living/ dead," Martel contributes, helpfully.
[18:20] Brody: "This happens more often than you'd think." STOP FUCKING VAMPIRES.
[18:21] Ankhenaten: "At least it's not zombies. Cheers." Those give you really horrible heartburn.
[18:21] * Doul does not give the Brucolac a Look, but you know he's thinking about it. ...and Doul would not like to talk about zombies, thank you.
[18:21] Fish: "Zombies smell pretty bad." Thank you for your input.
[18:22] Martel: "Those are more my wife's area of expertise than mine."
[18:22] * Brucolac looks over at Doul, raises his be-belled wrist, and jingles it at him, pointedly. NOISEDay, Doul. NOISE. Day.
[18:22] Ankhenaten: "...I certainly hope you're not married to a zombie."
[18:22] Martel: "Good grief, no."
[18:22] Brody: "There's nothing wrong with being involved with zombies." ...he may or may not be going on a date with one.
[18:23] * Fish does not guzzle his drink like a fratboy, either. He does take a large enough mouthful to puff out his cheeks a little, though, and swallows it in tiny gulps. Like chocolate milk. His toes curl inside his shoes.
[18:23] * Doul makes a gesture towards the Brucolac. It is probably not a polite one.
[18:23] Martel: "She knows the dead, it's all."
[18:23] * Brucolac 's laugh rattles in his chest. Doul gets a look of great affection.
[18:23] * Ankhenaten is just going to assume they're dating from now on, fyi.
[18:24] * Brucolac will do nothing to dissuade this impression by mouthing something back at Doul.
[18:24] * Martel is certainly not one to question the practises of other lords.
[18:25] * Doul suffers. B| "Your accent is atrocious when you try to speak."
[18:25] Brucolac: "Am I not dead enough for you, Liveman?"
[18:25] Ankhenaten: "Ohhh this is getting adorable."
[18:25] * Fish slowly eases back into his chair, holding his glass with both hands, near his face, like he's five.
[18:25] * Brucolac turns and smiles at them. "He's like this all the time."
[18:26] Ankhenaten: "Consistency is a rare blessing, or so I've heard."
[18:26] Brody: "What, flirting?" Enjoy that. Brody meanders towards the jukebox. Radio. Whatever.
[18:26] * Doul lets the scowl fade out into something impassive. He's going to get some tea.
[18:26] Ankhenaten: "Apparently!" Oohh Brody what are you going to listen toooo.
[18:27] * Brody puts it on 50 Cent. :D? Yes? No?
[18:27] Martel: "No," Martel says, firmly, looking up. Sigh, modern music.
[18:27] Brody: "Why," :(
[18:27] * Martel doesn't need to be asked, he's just going to object to that.
[18:27] Martel: "Because it's dreadful, my friend."
[18:27] Brody: "But he'll take you to the candy shop!"
[18:28] Martel: "Over my dead body," Martel replies cheerfully, coming to investigate other musical options.
[18:28] Ankhenaten: "Mr. Tall Dark and Monochrome looks more like a closet Credence man."
[18:28] * Brody bogarts the radio-thing.
[18:28] * Martel will pick you up, Brody, don't think he won't.
[18:28] Martel: (Literally, not...figuratively, uh.)
[18:28] * Brody will flail and make NOISES. It's time for Garth Brooks!!
[18:29] Ankhenaten: "/Devil child/ cease that."
[18:29] * Martel tucks Brody under his arm and finds Scarborough Faire.
[18:29] * Brucolac is just going to sit here and look lost and amused.
[18:29] * Brody flails and makes NOISES, as promised.
[18:29] Brody: "Eww this is old people music."
[18:30] Brucolac: "Some of us are old. It's lovely."
[18:30] * Fish may or may not be licking the inside of his glass, as far as his tongue can reach.
[18:30] * Brody eyes Fish. Wonders. Huh.
[18:31] * Ankhenaten doesn't mind blood, but thinks it's rather like chugging salad dressing.
[18:31] Martel: "It's true." Martel is not actually that old, he's in his forties and the nexus knocked a decade off his /face/, but this doesn't really stop him acting like a cranky old man. He carries Brody back over and sets him down on the bar.
[18:31] * Brody looks incredibly sad up there, like a forlorn French bulldog puppy.
[18:32] * Martel pats his head before he goes back to his glass.
[18:32] * Brody is however tall enough to see everyone eye to eye now, so that's... a trade off.
[18:32] Ankhenaten: "I rather like modern music, but I'm afraid I got too attached to the seventies in some respects." Bowie auugghdhjfdg.
[18:32] * Doul takes a small tea pot and mug to whatever sort of table and chair set-up he can find.
[18:33] Martel: "Elene music isn't recorded like this," Martel shrugs, "but Candice has found a few things from her world I don't loathe."
[18:33] * Brucolac does not seem to notice Fish's...appreciation for his drink. "I don't know thing one about it, but the sheer...variety of sounds people produce in these songs is amazing."
[18:33] Fish: "Nothin' wrong with the seventies." He's got a red smear under his chin.
[18:34] Brody: "Disco."
[18:34] Ankhenaten: "Hush, ABBA."
[18:35] * Brucolac finishes his own glass and contemplates another.
[18:35] Brody: "...well, I accept this."
[18:35] Fish: "Tell me you wouldn't dance if Funkytown started playing. I know, technically 80s, but still disco."
[18:36] Brody: "I would, but that's because I have a condition that makes me chronically incapable of keeping my butt still, and you know it." He gives Fish an indignant look. Also he is full of lies.
[18:36] Ankhenaten: "That is exactly the year 1980, and thus, as far as our collective culture would remember, dated far more in the vein of 'the seventies'." ... Pointless trivia, get.
[18:38] Fish: "Man, I don't know nothin' about your butt. ...And I totally said 'technically'." Mild, genial sass. He must be relaxing.
[18:39] Brody: "Everyone knows about my butt, it's plastered all over the Internets!"
[18:39] Ankhenaten: "/Technically/ is what I was explaining," he teases, and reaches over with a napkin. Hi, your chin.
[18:39] Martel: "The old and infirm don't want to hear about that, Brody."
[18:39] Brody: "You don't let me have any fun."
[18:40] Martel: "No. No, I don't."
[18:40] * Brucolac reaches for Fish's glass. He's going back to the bar. You interested in getting this back?
[18:40] Brody: "Just wait until I come back with my Hot Topic Twilight body glitter... though I'm out, I wasted all of it in Justin's car."
[18:40] Martel: "Your /what/."
[18:40] * Fish leans away reflexively. What, touching, why? His hand goes for his chin, because he is a grown-up and can do it himself-- and the B-guy is stealing his glass, hey! "Uhm, I'm not..."
[18:41] Ankhenaten: "You feel like bringing me a half glass of that?" to BB, sweetly. Maybe smelling all this is making him want some, gag.
[18:41] Fish: "Yeah, is there, like...more?"
[18:41] Brody: "Edward Cullen powder body glitter."
[18:41] * Fish stares at Brody.
[18:41] * Ankhenaten laughs. "/What?/"
[18:41] Martel: "Brody," very seriously, "you are frankly more distressing than cannibalistic orgy worship."
[18:42] Brucolac: "Yes. And yes." Was Fish not done? Perhaps his typist is premature.
[18:42] Brody: "I--" Brody tilts his head and makes this... bizarre face. "Thank you?"
[18:42] Brody: "Yeah, I bought like, a whole case of it... because it's funny."
[18:42] Ankhenaten: "I've seen that."
[18:42] Brucolac: "I'm not sure I agree, but I also don't understand half the things he says." To Martel and Brody.
[18:42] * Doul secretly suspects that he has managed to anger a whole coterie of gods and is feeling their wrath today.
[18:43] Brody: "I think I've BEEN in a cannibalistic orgy."
[18:43] * Fish was done! He's just silly.
[18:43] Martel: "They're godawful tiresome."
[18:43] * Ankhenaten is kind of casually touchy, belatedly, sorry about that.
[18:43] * Martel hasn't actually been in one, he's just witnessed a lot of them.
[18:43] * Brucolac will whisk his glass away then. They sell the stuff here and don't ask questions about where his money comes from, he can afford to be generous.
[18:44] Doul: "And usually rather hard on the wardrobe and eventual washerwomen," he deadpans.
[18:44] * Fish is po' and fully willing to mooch off of people with great noses. He's been doing it for two years now, why stop?
[18:44] Brody: "Will somebody please think of the washerwomen?!"
[18:45] Ankhenaten: "Not if they do the cannibalism bit right."
[18:45] * Brody quietly edges back to the radio thing... and puts on ABBA. >_>
[18:45] * Ankhenaten approves.
[18:45] Fish: "Well, this just got surreal."
[18:45] Doul: "Got?"
[18:46] * Doul is pretty damn sure it's been surreal for a few weeks already.
[18:46] * Brody hops back up on the bar, and does a little booty-shake.
[18:46] * Fish chuckles. Gasp, Doul wins a prize of some sort.
[18:47] Ankhenaten: "I think cannibalism to ABBA is fitting, actually," he says as he exhales smoke over his head.
[18:47] Brody: "That seems like it should be some kind of weird art school film montage... thing." He's making eyes at Ankhenaten. Whatever you're smoking, he wants one. :'(
[18:48] Ankhenaten: They're menthols. And 100s.
[18:48] * Brody covets. So much for being good.
[18:48] * Ankhenaten sighs and passes him one.
[18:49] * Fish has a cigarette too, although his typist keeps forgetting it's there. Is he ever seen without one, anymore? Probably not.
[18:49] * Brucolac helps set the scene by bringing back various glasses. Ain't we all just a pack of enablers here.
[18:49] * Brody beams! "Thank you!" He lights it with matches from the bar... it's a bar, there's matches.
[18:49] * Martel keeps threatening to buy a pipe when Candice tells him she's going to stop letting him set fire to things. Thus far, neither of these things have actually happened.
[18:51] Ankhenaten: "Thank you, my dear." He dumps some wine in his glass and twirls it about idly, mixing.
[18:52] * Fish has a pipe, too! But it's at home. And now he has more juice, yay. "Thanks." He sips with a little more restraint than last time.
[18:52] * Brucolac looks at him like he's grown another head.
[18:52] Brucolac: (him = Ankhenaten)
[18:52] * Ankhenaten sips his drink and raises his eyebrows at BB. "Yes?"
[18:53] Brucolac: "I'd ask if that could possibly be good, but you're actually drinking it."
[18:54] Ankhenaten: "It's too much like-- salad dressing or pancake syrup otherwise."
[18:54] Brody: "...mmm, pancake syrup..."
[18:55] * Ankhenaten does, in fact, plan on being a tease about what the fuck he is forever.
[18:55] Brucolac: "And now it is salad dressing poured into wine."
[18:56] Ankhenaten: "I like wine."
[18:56] Fish: "I like syrup." He sips delicately, pinky out.
[18:56] * Ankhenaten chuckles.
[18:56] Brucolac: "Lost all taste for the stuff, myself." Ha ha. He looks over at Doul. Are you done pouting?
[18:57] Martel: "Arcian red is better than any of this," Martel says, of wine; this is just the only thing he ever lets his homesickness out on. Booze, yes.
[18:57] * Doul is done and enjoying his tea, thank you.
[18:57] Brody: "Red wine tastes like drain cleaner. ...don't ask how I know this."
[18:57] Ankhenaten: "Everything tastes the same to me after having pit-brewed wine in Africa," he says. "It's a bit like blood and gasoline."
[18:58] Brody: "But does it get you really really really hammered?" PRIORITIES>
[18:59] Ankhenaten: "Oh, yes. Quite effectively."
[18:59] Martel: "Liver failure is a horrific way to die, Brody," Martel says, blandly.
[18:59] Brody: "May I live long enough to die of liver failure," Brody says cheerfully and raises his glass of... Coke Zero. YES? NO?
[19:00] * Brucolac will drink to that.
[19:00] * Ankhenaten laughs and raises his own glass. "Cheers."
[19:00] * Martel ...has to laugh at that too, yeah.
[19:01] Martel: "I can't, any more," he raises his own glass, "conveniently."
[19:01] Brody: It's funny because it's true. And that's distressing. Brody ingests a god-forsaken amount of carbonated sugar water. "That's one of the perks of being dead... except I couldn't drink at all it was totally gay.""
[19:02] * Fish rolls his eyes a little, but hey, he's grinning. It's tiny and crooked, but still. He raises his, too.
[19:04] Brucolac: "I'll have to try to get another bottle of lacrima. It was blood, but somehow not at all. I haven't been that properly pissed since I was his age." He nods at Brody. "See if you'd like it, Akhenaten."
[19:04] Ankhenaten: "Mortality is indeed a mysterious mistress," he says, tapping ash into a nearby tray. "Oh?"
[19:04] Martel: "When I was /his/ age, I barely drank at all," Martel recalls. ...bearing in mind that he means compared to his fellows, who included Kalten.
[19:05] * Brody eyes Martel. "I question this."
[19:05] Brucolac: "And no, I haven't a fucking clue why they named it after tears. Given the look of the powdered up thing that sold it to me, probably just for the sound of it."
[19:05] * Ankhenaten tries to think about when he was Brody's age. ... Hmm, was probably incapable of shifting out of snake form then, no comment.
[19:05] * Martel gives Brody a feigned look of affront. "I was a goodly son of the church, young man."
[19:06] * Brody is surrounded by old people. "I AM the church." :>
[19:06] Ankhenaten: "Which means he just had a lot of sex."
[19:06] Martel: "Wrong church," dryly.
[19:06] * Fish hunches forward quickly to avoid dribbling blood on himself, thanks Brody.
[19:06] Doul: "Neither drinking, nor cannibalistic orgies. Clearly the wrong cult."
[19:06] Brody: "My religion can out-prude your religion!" he says ridiculously.
[19:07] Brucolac: "What was the name of your cult of extremely serious bastards again, Doul?"
[19:07] Ankhenaten: "I want to know what /he's/ doing with his Sundays." That'd be you, Doul.
[19:07] Martel: "Aphrael's not an especially prudish goddess. The Elene God, well."
[19:08] * Martel ... gives Doul an incredibly amused look.
[19:09] * Doul is all sweetness and light. "Very little on a 'Sunday', and you know I can't tell you, Deadman."
[19:11] * Fish stares at the jukebox from afar and wills it to play Baby's On Fire, because that song has been stuck in his head all day.
[19:12] * Brody is willing to be In Charge of jukebox requests. He likes pushing buttons. ...that was unintentional.
[19:13] * Brucolac actually sighs, but leaves it at that. "No Sunday on Bas-Lag, Ankhenaten. The Crobuzoners have a Shunday, but if there's a city that has its head further up its own runny arse I've yet to meet it.
[19:13] Brody: "...Shunday?"
[19:14] Ankhenaten: "...Is that for shunning or-- no, you wouldn't have Sean Connery either, would you."
[19:14] Doul: "One of the days of their week, along with Chainday, Dustday, and I can never remember the others."
[19:14] Brucolac: "Blueday, Fishday, Dockday, Skullday and Shunday. Whatever they might have signified, they're just names now."
[19:14] * Fish grins. "I was just gonna say, Sean Connery."
[19:14] Brody: "Fishday!" :3
[19:15] Fish: "What? Oh hey, I have a day?"
[19:15] * Brody flails with glee. ...sugar.
[19:15] Brucolac: "You have four days in every month, apparently."
[19:15] Fish: "Did you say Skullday? That's fuckin' rad."
[19:15] Ankhenaten: "I think that's much catchier than Friday, yes."
[19:16] Brody: "Can we adopt these names, because they are way better than... yes.'
[19:16] * Fish empties his glass. His hands are still shaking, but he no longer looks so much like a desperate hobo about to shank a man.
[19:19] * Lyla is HERE... she is still not supposed to be. Also her typist owes tags in a million places but IRC is easier. "...hi!" All four hundred of you, oh goodness. Someone bought her pretty new clothes! She looks like she hates them. :D
[19:20] * Ankhenaten licks a splash of wine off his index finger; his split tongue could pro..bably be a deliberate body-mod, hi. "...Hello."
[19:20] Brody: "HI." He waves frantically, welcome to goth hour, Lyla.
[19:21] * Doul finishes his tea and puts the dishes away like a good little mercenary. "Goodnight, everyone."
[19:21] Martel: "Hello, there," Martel greets her.
[19:21] * Brody ... also totally notices that. "Did you get that done?" :O -- "Goodnight!"
[19:21] * Fish lifts his hand. Behold his palm, it is a greeting. "Hey." He's mostly looking sideways at Nat, though. Man, does everyone here have a weird tongue? (His own is kind of purple.)
[19:21] Martel: "-goodnight, Master Doul."
[19:21] Ankhenaten: "Goodnight~"
[19:21] Fish: "Ah, later."
[19:21] Brucolac: "Moon keep you, Liveman."
[19:21] Ankhenaten: "Why, yes." BY HIS GENETICS.
[19:22] * Lyla smiles a little at everyone, particularly people she knows, and siiidles up to the bar.
[19:22] Brody: "Did it hurt? I was going to do it in high school but I couldn't get the second piercing without... hitting a vein." >_>
[19:22] * Brucolac raises his eyebrow at Akhenaten, for just a moment, but is distracted by Lyla.
[19:22] * Brody DIY tongue splitting is HORRIBLE WHY
[19:22] *** Doul is now known as takhys.
[19:23] Ankhenaten: "I wouldn't advise it." Eyes Brody. "You're decorated quite lovely as it is, little one."
[19:23] Brody: "Well I can't now, no." Sadface.
[19:23] * Lyla will actually sit on top of the bar if no one stops her and she can find an empty place. "Are we talking about tongue stabbing?"
[19:23] Martel: "Evidently, yes."
[19:23] Lyla: "I have an eljay icon with a zippertongue." :V
[19:24] Brucolac: "Yes, and it's disgusting," he says, mildly.
[19:24] Fish: "Oh man, I've seen that one around, it wigs me out every time."
[19:24] Martel: "Oh," Martel says, sighing, "that was /you/."
[19:24] * Brucolac will drain his glass to that, Fish.
[19:24] Ankhenaten: "I thought it looked cute."
[19:25] Brody: "It is cool." says the boy whose face is covered in holes
[19:25] Lyla: "You're my favorite," she announces to Ankhenaten, although she grins a little at the Brucolac all the same.
[19:25] Ankhenaten: "Oohhh, I win."
[19:25] * Brucolac looks put out at this.
[19:26] * Brucolac is a big dead liar
[19:26] Brody: "Clearly you should fight for her affections." ...what.
[19:27] Brucolac: "Clearly. Anyone have a pit and some tridents? Or are you a swords and bucklers sort of girl?"
[19:27] * Lyla lets her shoes (they're...real shoes with heels and everything, not her usual ridiculous stompy boots) swing off the edge of the bar. "What actually happens if people fight in here, anyway? I've never seen anyone try. -- Um. Depends, what's a buckler?"
[19:28] Brody: "I saw a werewolf fight a shark once." o_o
[19:28] Brucolac: "A small shield. ...And that must have been interesting."
[19:28] Fish: "That sounds awesome."
[19:29] Lyla: "Swords, then, definitely! Who won?"
[19:29] Martel: "They're removed from the bar by the field," Martel supplies, taking his empty glass to the bar. "There are cells attached."
[19:29] Brody: "I don't ... know, they stopped and it was weird and kind of" terrifying "awesome."
[19:29] Brucolac: "Cells?"
[19:30] Brucolac: "This field shunts people who fight into lock-ups?"
[19:30] Martel: "A small mock-jail. You fight in the bar, you're vanished to it and someone else has to come and let you out. It's particular to this building - and if you'll all excuse me, I've got to get back."
[19:30] * Lyla looks curious. "That's psychoportation, right? Teleportation."
[19:31] Brody: "I'll fight you," Brody offers at Fish.
[19:31] Martel: "It is, yes. Goodnight, all."
[19:31] * Fish leans back in his chair and takes his time lighting up another cigarette. He has a Zippo and everything! ...And he blows a quick, smoky chuckle, hi Brody. "Really?"
[19:31] Brucolac: "Good evening, Martel."
[19:31] Brody: "Bye! -- also, yes." This is a CHALLENGE.