Old: Shank's Speakeasy/ No Event/ BYOA

[redjacketthief]

Arsene Lupin III had taken a wrong turn somewhere west of Albequerque, as the most famed prophet of the 20th Century, Bugs Bunny, would have said. He didn't know how, but instead of the usual lush carpets and heady atmosphere, he found himself standing in a bar that reminded him of those Prohibition-era speakeasys. All that was missing was some

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[i_can_smell_you]

Why oh why did the hotel insist on putting him into feminine clothing whenever it felt the need? Standing in front of the bar in a deep blue shirt that matched his hair, black stockings climbing up his legs to his thighs. None of this helped the fact he was rather feminine-looking to begin with and he doubted anyone would be calling him `sir' this evening.

Zexion would make his way into the bar seeing as he had no other viable options. His face was clearly flushed, this not at all what he wanted to do with his evening. He would soon slump into a chair looking shyly up at Lupin. His tone when speaking however didn't reflect his shyness, it showed irritation "Yes, something to make me forget tonight even happened would be lovely." The way Zexion spoke would reflect his intelligence, it would be clear he wasn't from around wherever this scenario was taking place. Really he had more in common with an educated Englishman, or in this case perhaps a well educated Englishwoman.

[redjacketthief]

"Whatever you say, sir," Lupin said--indeed, that was a 'sir' sitting before him. With a chest that flat...yeah. Definitely a man. Like any gentleman and good barkeep, he didn't bat an eye at the feminine attire. He had his own run-in with a man forced into crossdressing recently, although that was a decidedly manlier man who had done so, complete with beard and bad attitude.

Lupin himself was perfectly capable of disguising as a woman as well, and has done so with glee. Although, for his puposes, it was usually for infiltration or espionage, and involved a good deal of tech to make the guise perfect.

"...Is there anything in particular you'd like?" He asked mildly, in that accent he decided to don with his attire. Although, he could feel the air of a New Yorker slipping subtly. He would need to work on that. "Or, would ya prefer 'dealer's choice?'"

[i_can_smell_you]

Well Lupin got a rather shocked look. Well he was smart enough to tell his gender at least "The name is Zexion, and thank you. Just drop the sirs for now, I'd rather avoid anyone actually discovering my current situation but I'm glad that at least one person did." It was nice to know someone, anyone was smart enough to figure out he wasn't a woman. Even one of his close friends mistook him for a woman.

"Honestly? I'd rather take your choice and relax in a room. It'll be nice to relax in a room where I have to worry about certain pirate companions of mine coming in." He didn't mind talking about the pirates, they didn't do much here in the hotel and as an unintended bonus it would clue Lupin in on the fact he didn't mind dealing with people on the other side of the law.

[redjacketthief]

"Zexion, huh?" That was an unusual name, even by Lupin's standards. He didn't recognize it at all. Still, he was barkeep, and he couldn't refuse such a simple request. "And I'll keep quiet. Don't worry." He gave a humorous but understanding smile.

He set to work. He knew exactly what he was going to make for his customer.

"And thanks," he said, reaching for the ingredients and supplies he needed. Tequila, salt, ice, sour mix...yep. that sounded right. "I'm not the most experienced barkeep 'round here, but I can make something up for you that you'd like. But, if ya don' mind, I hafta ask...pirates?"

It was a curious comment. He himself was a thief, internationally wanted. If there were other criminals around, that would give him something more interesting to do in this place than making terrible maps and harrassing his long time partner in crime.

Since I never 'intro-ed' her at TLH, let's pretend she just got here /shifty eyes

[meanmagicalgirl]

Well, that was just perfect.

After catching on fire and falling on a river from a pretty high place - which hurt like a bitch - Pycal found herself in this place she never saw before. Sure she should be glad that she was 'alive' and well, but being in such a place wasn't her thing at all. Such debauchery and lack of discretion... And knowing that leaving was a no-no made things even worse

Ah, the Magician. I remember you. We lit eachother on fire...

[redjacketthief]

Lupin recognized that face. He would recognize it anywhere--it had cost him a few headaches, a suit, and more money than he had to replicate some of those tricks and prove the magician wrong.

Although, he didn't remember the magician being a girl before...

No matter. best to tread cautiously.

"All right, my dear," Lupin said calmly, professionally. He had something in mind that would be perfect...

It was called a Bailey's Comet. It involved Bailey's Irish cream, butterscotch schnapps, Goldschlager, rum, and cinnamon. Oh, and fireSuch lovely irony. Lupin remembered that time, and other times he had been lit on fire. But that time was notable--that fire didn't hurt

Yeah... And she didn't like that ONE BIT

[meanmagicalgirl]

Good thing Lupin looked somewhat completely different in her reality, or else she also would recognize him on the spot, and things would turn out ugly real fast. She wouldn't be able to keep a smooth facade like the thief was. Best case scenario, she would be strangling him. No matter that the Lupin who set fire to her, back home, was a girl. Any iteration of the thief would be enough to make her blood boil

Re: Yeah... And she didn't like that ONE BIT

[redjacketthief]

"People have done stranger, miss," He said. Drunk people and fire didn't always mix. Especially when the drunk people didn't listen to the warnings they were given.

Lupin sat back and watched her stare at the sparking flames. A pyromaniac, huh? No wonder she liked the fire gimmick of their first meeting so well.

He didn't regret destroying that forumla at all.

"I'd blow that out soon," He warned. "The Bailey's will go sour."

o/

[flowerwindrages]

Shunsui had always had a soft spot for the human world, fraught as it was with ephemeral beings struggling desperately for existence. It was his duty as a shinigami to protect humans at all costs, so his reiatsu was suppressed so as not to attract any hollows lurking around. It was so long since he'd been away from Seireitei, and he was rather hungry for information about the human world. The gigai he was using was based on Urahara's plans, and hence was very well-made. The senses were all very sharp, and he found himself longing for the comforting taste of alcohol.

He hadn't decided to don mortal clothing however, and he was conscious of how much he stood out as he sat down at the bar. The bartender didn't seem to be surprised, however. "Ah, you wouldn't have sake would you?"

[ooc//: so Shunsui isn't actually aware of the hotel. He still thinks he's in his world.]

Ooooh. Lupin's still new, and his best analogy is Hotel California by the Eagles. This will be fun~

[redjacketthief]

Lupin hadn't seen a man in a keikogi and sedge for a while, although the man before him was definitly more fashionable and world-savvy than the ronin he was more familiar with. The ponytail and pink kimono was an obvious sign of that. He had to remind himself that flower-patterns were often a sign of masculinity to the Japanese, depending on the flower. But he was only half Japanese, and spent his youth in France--he couldn't say for certain what the pattern ment, except that it was something he wanted in his own closets one day.

He didn't pause a moment at the question. "Hold on a sec, would ya?" He couldn't remember what kind of sake they had stocked.

A quick search revealed an old bottle of...what looked like the kind of sake that could be bought in a grocery store, if it was lucky enough to have sake.

"I warn you, it's not very good. Do you want it heated?" Lupin remembered somewhere that even cheap sake tasted decent enough if it was served warmed.

gah sorry I disappeared. Life ate me again OTL

[flowerwindrages]

Shunsui thought about it a little bit. "No," he said after a while. "Surprise me with something then." After all, he'd come down to the human world for a few new experiences. And cheap sake was never very good.

He studied the other man for a moment. He seemed intelligent enough, quick, easy-going. It looked as though he was of mixed descent, and his accent was difficult to place. "I'm a stranger here," he said quietly. "Would you mind giving me a bit of the background of this place?"

I understand. I was eaten too. :/

[redjacketthief]

"Ah, a new guy, huh?" Lupin gave the man a sympathetic smile. "I'm pretty new too," he explained, still in that mock accent--he was in a role, may as well play it up

Uh.... yeah, I don't even know.

[onmycommand]

Salvatore was, by all mean, completely lost. She didn't know what was going on, she didn't know where she was, and she certainly didn't know why she found herself walking into a bar full of what appeared to be humans, of all things. Of course, her countenance belied her complete bafflement in favor of irritation, and with a proud posture that said 'I know exactly what I'm doing,' she marched over to the bar and stood before it, pulling her gun from-- No, wait, that can't be right! Her gun was missing. No matter.

Regaining her composure, she instead pointed an accusatory finger at the bartender. It didn't have the same weight as a gun in someone's face, but she'd have to settle.

"You! I command you to explain this situation!" She demanded in a thick German accent, perfectly matching the military uniform she wore (albeit with ample cleavage and boy shorts).

[redjacketthief]

Lupin stopped his task and threw his hands in the air, palms out--a universal side of surrender.

If that was a gun, he really would get a bellyful of lead that day, and not from his 'boss'. "This is just a par, ma'am," he said plainly, no trick, no accent, no guile.

Even without a gun, she could probably beat him up.

By the way, this is basically her introduction to the hotel, so she isn't aware of it yet.

[onmycommand]

Even the weakest of characters in the Disgaea multiverse can reach planet-busting level, so this was a safe assumption.

"A bar?" She repeated, incredulous, giving the room another look. When her gaze returned to Lupin, it was possibly even harsher than before. "Do you really think I'm going to fall for that?" The accusatory finger was dropped to her side, and her other hand tugged at the brim of her cap to cover her eyes. If he'd said that this was a 'classroom,' she may actually have believed it, due to the nature of Evil Academy. Heck, she still might think it is, though she can't remember talking to the gatekeeper...

"What is your motive? Who are you, anyway, and what business do you have with Salvatore the Magnificent?" Yes, she did just call herself 'the Magnificent.' Granted, all things considered, that might actually be her last name.

Another? That's three in one here, and my man's pretty new too! XD

[redjacketthief]

"Yes. This is a bar, lady." Lupin said shortly. She had gotten angry for no reason. He would just play along. He dropped the act of playing barkeep as well. Pouncing on egos was just so fun!

Especially since he had one himself.

"And no, I don't expect you to 'fall' for anything. We're still in the Hotel, if that's what you're wondering, and no, as far as I know there are no aphros in here. If you want to drink something in peace, here's your place."

He leaned forward, that wolfish grin on his face. "I have no motive, except to get through this night without getting shot and maybe, just maybe, get out of this hotel one day. Sex all the time is one thing, but it gets boring once it loses its novelty. And no, I, Arsene Lupin III, internationally wanted gentleman thief, have no business with you. You're the one who came up to the bar anyway."