Apollo (Percy Jackson flavor), pandimensional watering hole

[hermit_of]

By all appearances, there's a teenage guy chillin' behind the bar. Of course, this isn't exactly the case, and the specials board might give a clue in that direction:

Specials:
Order in haiku
And that will make your drink free;
Other verse; half off.

(dactylic hexameter
gets you free drinks for the day)God of poetry doing a happy hour, just in

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[mm_crusader]

Annabeth has been in this weird place all day, and not seen a single familiar face - until now. That the face in question belongs to a God is only slightly off-putting; she's met Apollo, after all, and he's one of the more laid-back Gods.

That doesn't stop her from kneeling, though.

"Greetings, Lord Apollo. May I please ask where we are? Is this...part of Camp?"

She's lived there all her life, but where the Gods are concerned, anything is possible.

(The haiku was not intentional - on her part, anyway.)

[iamso_awesome]

Apollo grins, and lets the extra syllable slide. "No, not part of camp. Welcome to Milliways, kid. Didn't know you guys were starting to find doors."
There's an implied 'oh, don't grovel, I can't stand groveling' - not that he'd ever say that out loud. He's got an image to maintain.

[mm_crusader]

"Milliways?"

Annabeth stands up, looking around, then turns back to him. "I just got here...I haven't seen any others. I was walking into Percy's cabin, I thought..."

[iamso_awesome]

"Yeah, it does that. Until a few weeks ago, it'd been... a long time." Annabeth probably doesn't want to know how long, so we'll leave it at long enough that he'd stopped thinking to seek it out.
"Bar at the end of the universe. Don't worry, there's plenty of non-alcoholic options to go around."

[mm_delmonte]

"What a haiku?" The rumpled lieutenant pronounces the word like "hey-coo."

[iamso_awesome]

"Form of Japanese poetry. Five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third."
They're easy to make up, even if the traditional format calls for some sort of natural reference. He's willing to let that slide for the sake of a theme.

[mm_delmonte]

"Japanese poetry. I don't do poetry. And I don't speak Japanese." He's still smarting from the fool he made of himself talking to the four men from the Tokyo subway system. "Listen, just give me a beer. Rheingold, or Ballantine."

[iamso_awesome]

"You got it." The theme is, after all, optional.
He gets to Ballantine first, in the Fridge That Doesn't End, opens the bottle, and sets it on the bar. "Do you want a glass?"

[mm_spooky_lemur]

Oh great, a trick for a soda, a ten year old Thalia Grace thinks when she reads the specials board. What the hey...

"I thirst for orange crush,
and tricky rhymes bother me...so,
screw it, it's to hot."

That done she scowls at him not realizing that a) he is a God and b) he's not going to be too impressed.

[iamso_awesome]

"Orange Crush it is, Thalia. Will that be in a bottle or a can?"
He can live with a little scowling. His half-sister's having a rough day (or rough... much longer period of time, from the look of it). But that doesn't mean he's not kinda looking forward to the 'how do you know my name?!' bit.

[mm_spooky_lemur]

Instead of answering she immediately backs up, one hand shoved into the pocket she keeps her javelin in and the other raising to brandish her Aegis (though she hasn't activated either yet); she's jumpy but not about to violate xenia quite yet.

"How do you know my name?" He doesn't seem like a monster but she's been tricked before.

[OOC-Sorry for the slows, holiday plan prep jumped into my face and couldn't be ignored.]

[iamso_awesome]

"Oh, don't panic, I'm not going to hurt you, Dad would have my head. As for how I know your name, I know family when I see 'em."
Of course Zeus was the first one to fall off the chastity wagon.

(No worries!)

[faithful_slayer]

Faith backs into the bar, longbow in hand, firing off arrows with speed and skill; outside, a sound can be heard that anyone from her world would recognize as vampires being dusted.

When she recognizes the bar, she kicks the door shut and turns, still holding the bow for a minute before she lowers it. "Oh good, a chance to reload."

She goes over to the bar, tapping the wood. "Arrows, please. And a whiskey," she adds, looking at Apollo. "Poetry's not my thing. Thanks."

[iamso_awesome]

"...I think poetry's allowed to not be your thing," he says, when he's done being damn impressed with her little display of skill. "That was quite a show."

[faithful_slayer]

"Thanks. There are vampires, I have to kill them...it's a Chosen One thing."

She takes the arrows from Bar - a dozen of them, mahogany - and then offers her hand. "I'm Faith."

[iamso_awesome]

"Apollo. Good to meet you." He returns the handshake after setting down her whiskey.
"What kind of Chosen One thing?"
There are lots of Chosen One things, but he can't recall any with vampires.

[wifeofawesome]

The mun doesn't know what she says, but it's Ancient Greek. And dirty. And perfect dactyllic hexameter.

What she communicates, however, is that she would very much like a gin and tonic. And some sex later.

[iamso_awesome]

He expects no less from her, really.
Apollo laughs and starts preparing the drink. "As thought you don't get free drinks into eternity anyway."
(Yes, he's sticking with the Greek. Why not?)

[wifeofawesome]

Well, if you charged me, you'd just have to pay it anyway, because, I doubt my dear father-in-law would care to pay my bar tab, and being a goddess of emotion doesn't exactly pay bills.

Yes, she's a brat. Her Greek's only gotten more colloquial as time goes by.

[iamso_awesome]

"I doubt your dear father-in-law's been here, actually. Or if he has it's been long enough that he didn't leave any lingering effects." And that's juuuuuuust fine by him.
So is the colloquial Greek, really.