Happy Hour

[mechanicalswans]

Weyland is still in his uniform (WWI, Imperial German airman)(and is going to stay Captain Adler until he is good and ready to move on to a new identity, not that just changing one's name is a very effective disguise or anything) and is absently working on some airplane schematics as he loiters behind the bar tonight.

Specials:
Tainted Heart
Cold

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[gammagammahey]

Maybe She-Hulk is impressive enough on her own, but she has tricks up her sleeves if necessary. She approaches the bar and goodie goodie, there's a bartender!

"Impressive enough?" she asks. "If not, I'll sing, dance, and try the Red Devil."

[mechanicalswans]

This is part of why just changing one's name is not an effective disguise. Where Captain Adler had had a totally ordinary upbringing outside Berlin, Weyland was raised by giants.

"I do like a good song," he says. "Haven't heard any in quite a while."

[gammagammahey]

"I come with my own theme song," she smiles. "You are looking at the queen of karaoke

[mechanicalswans]

That right there rates an E for enthusiasm.

Hey, his people were always known for their love of music, and he is no different. So he smiles, and starts mixing up her drink.

"How did you happen to get your own theme song?"

so very very late. but I couldn't resist?

[i_candozat]

Still very, very relieved that he was changed back this morning--and has all anatomically necessary parts again--there is a young Pavel Chekov who takes a seat at the bar, setting down the dormant PADD he had been working with.

That was before seeing there was a bartender. "Impress you how?" he asks, Russian accent thick on his tongue.

Re: so very very late. but I couldn't resist?

[mechanicalswans]

"Any way you like," he says. "I'm not easily impressed, but it has been a dull week and I could use something to liven things up a bit."

This is what happens when he spends all of Carnival out in the forge, building a horse. All work and no play, and all.

[i_candozat]

Pavel muses for a moment and sets the PADD down, chin in his hand. "I do not know zat I hawe anyzing to impress you. But I can show you a holo of ze stars I want to explore. Zey can be beautiful."

[mechanicalswans]

"I've always been fond of stars," he says. "A love of astronomy runs in my family--and astrology, but that's not the same. My mother used to plot star charts as a hobby, no matter how much my father told her it was nonsense."

[evilontheloose]

Impress, impress... maybe her antigravity orb? Jordan climbs to a stool, pulls the metal and glass ball from a pocket of her cargo pants and puts it up in the air, where it floats.

[mechanicalswans]

He watches it, with faint curiosity.

There doesn't seem to be any trace of magic to it, not that he can feel, but there it is.

Sure, he could do it with magic, but without it?

"Where did you get that?" he asks.

[evilontheloose]

Magic schmagic. Jordan does SCIENCE. "I made it. It's my prototype, wanted to see how long it would run without a recharge."

[mechanicalswans]

"And how long does it run?" he asks.

He is curious as to how it runs, too, what the energy source is. How one would recharge it.