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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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.]