two immortals walk into a bar

[eonflamewing]

Come, all ye immortals... You walk into a bar. Maybe you were given a ticket by a fellow passing immortal, or had the prescience to obtain one yourself - whichever it is, the well-polished key will take you to an establishment that operates outside the confinements of spacetime. A bar exclusively for immortals, whether you were born this way or attained it as a mortal being. Gods, demons, vampires - no matter what you are, you are welcome here. It serves a myraid of drinks and snacks catered to the tastes of every world, so it's easy to find something palatable (even including human souls, if that's your preferred food). A corridor leads down the lounge to a variety of other rooms. Opening a door would transform it into a pool room, a singing room, or perhaps a quiet place for meditation. The establishment responds to the will of its patrons - as long as you behave, you will be allowed to stay here for as long as you like. Come in and take a seat. Maybe there's someone looking for you. [ this meme is for nonhuman characters who have lifespans longer than humans. OU, AU, OC, whichever goes! ]

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lord light | original

[accordance]

[ There is a man with long white hair sitting at one end of the bar - not quite at the corner, but at a table close to the wall. A second chair is empty opposite him; but he seems to pay it no mind as he stirs a cube of sugar into his tea. It's Earl Grey, for those with a discerning eye.

He holds a book in his hand, flipping the pages at a leisurely pace. Should your gaze linger on him, he will look up and meet it with the slightest of enigmatic smiles.

> Engage? ]


[ ooc: he's a divinity aspected to law/light if it's relevant! however, he isn't very high up on the power scale, so his aura is subtle. ]

[mostcute]

[ Cagliostro skips in, wearing a beautiful pink frilly dress with bows and ruffles. The dress is borderline garish but it compliments her petite figure well. In a sweet voice, she calls out to the room's only occupant - ]

I was told there would be a tea party~ 🎶

[ She stops. Did this dude not even pay attention to her entrance? ]

Zoe Gallais | Original

[paintedsky]

[It was only pure luck that brought Zoe here, and now it's only pure curiosity that keeps her here (maybe loneliness too, it would be nice to make a friend who won't die) - she's only a recent immortal, and so she feels rather... out of place. Everyone here must be so old...

It makes it hard to just barge into things like she usually would, and so she just perches herself at the bar, glass of win in hand as she watches the other occupants. Very intently. She won't even bother to hide it either, too focused on trying to get a read on the other kinds of immortals here.

She may or may not glare even harder if she spots a demon/fellow angel. She might apologise about that. Maybe.]


(OOC: Zoe is an angel (in terms of angelic ranks, she's a Power to be exact), though she uses an amulet to keep her appearance human/her aura less obvious. She would still at least ping as a very pure/holy being even if her personality is anything but that)

[eldain]

[ Even more luckily for her, it seems like the bar has an even population of recent and veteran immortals. Angels and demons occupy their respective corners, with a few boisterous youkai setting up a drinking game at one end. Zoe's gaze might be drawn to someone sitting by himself - his celestial aura is faint, but the more pressing issue is that he's also staring at her.

A mutual staring contest, with each trying to not make the act obvious. ]

Ragnar | Vampire: The Masquerade OC

[reunite]

[Ragnar has been an on-and-off patron for a long time now.

But today, something is different. For the first time in centuries, he is here alone. The Mediterranean man that was always at his side is not there, and he seems a bit lost for it.

In the end he just wanders over to the bar, orders a pint of beer and a glass of wine, and places the wine before the stool next to himself while nursing the beer himself. From time to time, he gives the glass of wine a look.]

[ooc: Ragnar is a ghoul - an enhanced, immortal human bound into the service of a vampire. The other man mentioned in the narrative, Hanno, was one as well.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Expecting company?"

The old man isn't really this place's standard fare. Who would want to wind up stuck as an immortal at his age, after all? His skin is weathered more than lined, but definitely shows a long life lived. He's faded to gray in his skin as well as his hair, and even his clothes are nondescript gray, though of tough construction and comfortable materials. He doesn't sit at the empty stool with the wine, but he does stand beside it.

"Or is that an invitation?"

Muscovy | Hetalia CRAU

[muscovy]

[Should he be here? Probably not. Centuries old or not, he is also a child.

That doesn't change that he's looking for his big bro right now, though, and there is a very good chance that Firo came here to gamble, it not really being a thing on the Planet.

So now the little nation is wandering down the corridor, poking his head into every door and hoping to find the younger immortal behind one of them.

He will also walk around and ask people:] Have you seen my big bro?


[ooc: Muscovy is a nation and a few hundred years old. He is also developmentally a child.]

[bythewaves]

I have not, little one.

[ The bard sits by the corner, mostly ignored except when he sings, and then the whole room turns to look, or drifts away into dreams without ever truly knowing why.

But he looks down at Muscovy and smiles, and the light of stars is in his eyes ]

I did not know you had a brother.

[foundafamily]

[If he were back home, Firo might wonder that a gathering of immortals could be a trap. He still worries a little, but... Well, he can handle himself. And, besides, he's bored.

As Muscovy may have guessed, Firo is indeed looking for a card game or something to keep his interest.

And then, from down the hallway, he hears that very familiar voice.]

Hey, Muscovy! What're you doing here?

Major Channing Channing of the Chesterfield Channings | Parasol Protectorate

[channingchanningchanning]

[One of the rooms' door stands ajar, inviting those that may pass inside. It is a Victorian smoking room on the inside - green cushioned armchairs and low tables in a tastefully decorated room looking out over open fields and small copses of trees.

Near a window, a very dashing blond man in a uniform is reading a newspaper - specifically, one might notice at second glance, a paper that mostly deal with the financial world and stock trade.

If someone steps inside, he raises his head and looks over at them, his lip curling.] Was the door open?


[ooc: Channing is a werewolf (his kind is kind of undead and immortal) and about a century old at this point. Fair warning, he's also an insufferable asshole.]

Stone of Indigo Cloud Court | Books of the Raksura

[scarsolderthanyou]

Generally immortals don't walk into this place looking like Stone: that is to say, old. His skin is weathered more than lined, craggy and scarred here and there, but shows the age of a lot of life lived either way. It's faded to a dull gray, like his hair, even like his clothes. One eye is clouded over, as if blind, but the other is bright and blue.

He eyes the other people in the bar, wary but not entirely unfriendly, before finding himself a seat at the bar proper not too close to anyone else, but not too far for conversation, and ordering something barely cooked and the strongest alcohol the place has to offer. "It'll be a nice change to eat something I didn't have to catch first. But leave it as bloody as you're allowed," he specifies. "Oh, and something chocolate. I don't care what. Surprise me."

[isaz]

[ While the bartender whips up something to Stone's taste, there's someone else coming up behind him. Perhaps Stone recognizes him, perhaps he doesn't - but he peers over the old man's shoulder either way. ]

You're eating that?

[ Despite what his words imply, there's significantly less judgement in his voice; merely curious. ]

Santiago Asensio Baquero | OC | Metal elemental god

[godsrevolver]

"Blood? Are you serious? You sell blood here? Oh, all right, I'll try it. I'll try anything once."

The young man (?) has long black hair, sharp black eyes, and absolutely no sign that he's a vampire. His skin is dark, not pale; he has no fangs. He's decked out in a lot of metal-- bracelets halfway up his bicep, earings all the way around each ear, rings on every finger-- including silver, gold, copper, and even iron. His outfit is flamboyant in bright golds and purples, complete with a tight skirt rather than pants, and his demeanor somewhere between excited and bored.

He turns to the nearest immortal with a bright, though probably fake, smile. "Have you had blood here? Is that a thing most people enjoy? I don't suppose you can get it with alcohol in it, can you?"

Magic Carpet || Disney's Aladdin || OTA

[gimmesometassel]

They say they sell anything here, anything anyone's palate could possibly desire. What about if you don't have a palate, though? Or a mouth at all? Those "tastes", such as they are, may be slightly harder to find something for; Carpet isn't entirely sure it's possible to find something he could eat or drink.

Still, that's no reason not to try! Carpet is floating at the bar, poring over a menu with the bartender as they try to figure out any options he might have. Would you like to help a fellow patron, perhaps? Or maybe just gawk at the unconventional 'immortal' that's managed to find his way here?

[talkative]

Jackie just. Blinks and tilts his head for a while. And then reaches over to prod the carpet, because in a bar where half the patrons are superpowered, that is a great idea.

But. A carpet. WHAT.

Sperion | OC | OTA

[compatibly]

This place has always been here, and it's always been delightful. It's probably existed since even before the first intoxicants were discovered by mankind--back when all that could be served were truly the basics. Water, blood, souls, ambrosia..... Its repertoire has steadily grown with every era that passes. Incredible, isn't it? He may come in different bodies now and again, if he's holding onto one at all, but everyone knows his name here; even his key has lost its luster.

Are you another regular he might recognize or be friendly with? He'll probably wander over to say hi, even before he orders. An unfamiliar face around here, or someone who looks like they need company? There's no harm in mingling a little, right? He's a sociable sort. What are you doing to draw his eye?


((OOC: Sperion is a demon bishop in the service of a demon king, whose powers revolve around theft--a somewhat obscure one whose power is mid-range, who's rarely summoned but a loyal servant when he is. To human-based immortals, he might be pretty impressive, but he can't hold a candle to anything like gods or angels.))

Re: Sperion | OC | OTA

[windblowingwesterly]

It's not often that Zephyrus gets a break. Eros works him to the bone, self-absorbed as the younger god can be; eternal servitude is hardly worth it, but at least he kept his wings. Said wings are currently hidden away, invisible and insubstantial as the air he commands, as he slides his own tarnished key into the well-worn lock, enters, and sits near an old acquaintance.

"I sometimes wonder why we bother." It's an old conversation, from one underling to another.

vietnam | axis powers hetalia | ota

[hoasen]

[Curiosity brought her here, after being handed this ticket. The idea of some mysterious space time where they can meet people who are more than just human still drew disbelief, and so there was only one way to find out. Go there yourself.

And so there she goes, following the corridor, peeking through each room. It seems like a very nice place for leisure, though she doesn't even know where to begin.

So she tries a little of everything.]

A
[Everyone seems to be going for the snacks and drinks, so she gives it a shot. This one seems to be this weird shaped jerky snack, which, honestly? Looks completely unappetising. It's...moldy green?

CAN'T SAY SHE WON'T TRY ANYTHING.]

Here it goes... [And she puts it into her mouth, and starts to chew...]

Oh! It's rather good.


B
[B IS FOR BEACH. As in, one of the rooms transformed into an indoor beach?! What the heck? Vietnam stares at it from the doorway, eyes wide.]

Goodness! It's too big to...ah? [Were the coconuts on those palm trees just way too big?]


C
[So this "games room", you have your video games, where people seem to be out for blood. Your boardgames, where people are also out for blood. Card games? Out for blood. The billiards table? Air hockey? Still out for blood. Oh! And karaoke. Maybe less out for blood.

...She's also out for blood, where should she start?!]

Hmm... [Then again, doesn't mean she's good at any of these.]


D
[WILLLLDCAAARD just hit me up with whatever!]

B

[eldain]

[ There's someone at the beach. Ain is a short distance inside, looking a little skeptical as he surveys the waterfront that somehow fits inside a closed room??? Very suspicious.

What he doesn't really notice is how one of the coconuts is deciding to fall on him. It's probably three times as tall as he is (and he's six feet), so maybe she wants to do something to alert him....? ]

The Devil || Osomatsu-san AU || ota

[relieable]

[the Devil is a regular member of this bar. he comes on the off-chance he'll meet someone interesting, usually from another world. sometimes, his own world is boring. it's nice to mix things up a little. he's seated at a table in the back, sipping what appears to be a Bloody Mary, but who knows what it really is. he rests his cheek in his hand, watching around with a half-smirk on his face. his tail sways lightly, and there are wings folded against his back, and horns on his head. he is dressed pretty nicely, but, rest assured, he's pretty deviant. care to join him?]

Maglor | Tolkien | OTA

[bythewaves]

[ There's a bard in the bar (isn't there always?) or maybe he's a guy in the corner with a voice like the sea and a skill with his guitar that seems magical.

Maybe he's always there, maybe he isn't.

Maybe he comes and goes, just like all the others, here, sometimes wearing jeans and a leather jacket, sometimes in a suit, sometimes in worn robes, and sometimes dressed like a prince.

But there's always music, in a bar. Maybe he's the source ]

[inspiredvoice]

[It doesn't matter the day, or what he's wearing, or who he's being today, because today is the day she comes straight for him. There's no second guessing if it's pointed or intentional, because her eyes lock on him, and her stride is purposeful, all long legs clad in leather, and long fiery hair.

She takes a chair, spins it backwards, plunking down across it, arms draped over the backrest. Those eyes are blue and intense, staring at him as if she can see all the way inside. Maybe that slight smirk on her lips is saying she likes what she sees.

Or maybe she's always like this with people she's never met before.]

Play me something.

Merlin | Fate/GO

[guidances]

[ merlin is drunk on the floor of the bar, half passed out while clutching a bottle of some unknown liquor.

he's murmuring things incomprehensibly to himself and there seems to be bursts of illusionary flowers surrounding him. looks like someone enjoyed himself too much. ]

[hoasen]

[SCREAMS. Except she's not screaming, but she sure is coming up to scoop him up from the floor.]

A-are you okay?!

kaiko minaru | oc

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ here's a newcomer— a short, brightly colored young lady who's chosen a seat near the bar, though not at it. she's already absconded with a plate full of the more sweet available snacks to accompany a cup of tea, which she's idly blowing the steam off of as she looks over the bar's other patrons with bright interest.

...which might or might not be enough to distract anybody looking at her from noticing that she's also quietly swapping out the salt in a shaker for sugar. oh boy. ]



((vengeful ghost of a frankensteinian creation turned minor god through worship; now she's a patron deity of artificially created beings, with side aspects in poetic vengeance both great and small and electricity. still pings more like a very nasty ghost than a god, though, unless you pay close attention...))

[talkative]

Do you always watch people like this?

[He doesn't sound bothered at all. He isn't. Hey, he looks good! He's worked hard on that.]

Jack the Ripper | Fate/

[heartknocklife]

[Someone isn't drinking but rather sitting in the corner watching everyone. She might have grabbed a few snacks that she eats greedily but she's definitely sitting in the corner trying to get away from the alcohol smell. She might also be giving people a very sad but disapproving look.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ here's at least one person with no alcohol, thank you; she's got a mug of tea that she's in the middle of putting way too much sugar in when she notices Jack's silent judging. ]

Mm... the smell is a little strong, isn't it?

Maw | original

[devoursall]

[Maw has to persuade the door to accommodate her dimensions.

But she is here! Tremble, high society, for your queen has arrived, and her name is Mother Jawbone, or Maw for short! Scales are the new black, and fifteen feet long and sausage-shaped is the silhouette of the hour.

Subtle? Brooding? Lurking moodily in a corner? BAH. All shame is forgotten in death, and Death knows no shame. Or volume control.]

Barkeep! Bring me your finest aged corpse!

[ghostfromthemachine]

—goodness, they really do serve all kinds here.

[ from someone else using a different tone of voice it might sound disdainful; coming from her, it's downright delighted. just look at this fine danger sausage who has graced the bar with her presence! ]