,thread_title,thread_href,message_timestamp,message_username,message 0,A Growing Menace,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-growing-menace.25370/,2022-07-02T01:14:00,Hawksearcher,"[please feel free to come and go as you wish! This is taking place in an inter-dimensional waypoint of sorts, so theoretically, any kind of character from any genre (fantasy, sci-if, modern, canon, etc.) could have ended up here, either on accident or purposefully. The only rule is to not kill other PCs without their permission, but you can consider anything I play to be an NPC ;)]

In a dark room with ambient blue lighting, several creatures chitter and stir. 4 black, Beetle-like fiends, approximately the size of Labradors, begin to rise from a nest of bright green eggs, glowing and shifting. As one of them stretches it's gossamer wings and fans itself, another begins to twitch, and in a spasm that startles the other three, suddenly ejects a teal ring of light that shoots across the room and plants itself on the smooth, hard wall. From this crackling ring, there erupts a sudden gust of wind as a portal opens roughly the size of a person.

These are Blink Beetles, and they feed by tearing organic beings from their dimensions at random. These beetles have little control over who or what unlucky traveler is thrust into their space, and they are often the cause of strange, unexplained disappearances in the wildernesses of the multiverse.

You are one such unlucky traveler." 1,A Growing Menace,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-growing-menace.25370/,2022-09-15T10:02:00,Lynn.Z,"

I am Chiêu, second child of Demon LordLý Huệ and the mortal witch-empress Tông. Despite my profession as a summoned assassin, I was rarely stealthy. Never good at suppressing my demonic side, I tended to let rage build until I transformed into clawed death, dropping blades in favor of steel shredding claws and quick reacting, fast healing muscle fibers and sinews. Oh, I also used spells, but they had the subtlety of miniature nuclear explosions.

Fingers tightened around my blades as I heard the chittering of no-doubt armored insect-like creatures emerging from the shadows. “Bugs,” I whispered in disgust. I’d killed bugs. Glancing around, my eyes glowed catlike against the blue-lit darkness. Taking in the temperature around me, I sniffed, hoping to smell the copper scent of insectoid blood. But there appeared to have been no previous kills. Smiling, I bit my lower lips hoping the scent of my blood would draw the bugs to me. Until I could transform, I preferred to let my enemies initiate contact. Backing against a wall, my demon-runed, cursed blades began a glowing, spinning rotation." 2,A Growing Menace,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-growing-menace.25370/,2022-09-24T16:48:00,Hawksearcher,"When Chiêu stepped back against the wall, the portal that threw her into this room closed and sizzled with dissipating energy.

The creatures, unaware of Chiêu’s deadly capabilities, interpreted her steps back as a sign of weakness. They quickly formed a semi-circle around the assassain, buzzing their wings and snapping their mandibles angrily.

Then, all at once, like a coordinated pack of wolves, the 4 aliens pounced towards Chiêu. Beetle 1 surged its wings and launched itself at her face, Beetles 2 and 3 attempted to charge around her spinning blades to try to grip her arms, and Beetle 4 dove to bite at her legs!" 3,A Growing Menace,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/a-growing-menace.25370/,2022-10-01T00:37:00,Lynn.Z,"If Chiêu had been unsure why she had come here, it faded as the clawed creatures attacked. Even in the uncertain light, she dampened her aura even as her own senses reached out to sense the slightest movements of the attacking creatures. While still in mortal form, she had impossibly fast reflexes that allowed the dual curved blades she wielded to spin, cutting into the tough exterior exoskeleton of the second and third of her foes. Twisting, she leaped in a spinning flip, landing behind the fourth beetle that had tried for her leg. Her left blade came down in a brutal blow that sent sparks flying. As she attacked, she could feel her rage building, the rage that would allow her to transform into demonic form. The rage that would transform her into an overpowered psychotic death dealer, stronger, faster, and more vicious than her current form. Still, she almost missed the first beetle, which had never lost sight of its goal, her face and eyes. Blood flew and she grunted in pain." 4,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-06-03T05:08:00,WickedUnrelentingVillain,"Welcome! The generic rooms are meant to work like the chat rooms of old, where you could just jump into a room, look at what existing characters were already doing, and bring your character into the story.

You are encouraged to world build as you go - but be sure to leave room for the backstory of others, too! (Resist the urge to destroy theentirecity as part of your character entrance.)

Make sure to follow all Black Dahlia rules, and have fun!" 5,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-08-06T04:06:00,WickedUnrelentingVillain,"The day was almost done. The sun was low in the sky, and the rush hour had long passed. In the city, there was a café called Noir, and outside of Noir, seated on a collapsed cardboard box, was a homeless man. He wore dingy dark blue sweatpants and a ragged grey sweatshirt. He wore boots that were so worn-out that there were holes all the way through the soles where his bare foot could be seen. The man kept the hood of his shirt up, and his face turned down and away from people as they passed. Having a beggar outside was none too welcome to the owner and staff of Noir, but he had not yet been told to leave. In front of him was a white plastic ice cream bucket with a little bit of water in the bottom. The black sharpie on the face of it read ""WISHING WELL"". There was almost a dollar and a half in coins in it now." 6,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-09-15T01:08:00,Lynn.Z,"Thirty-three hours in second class to get here. Small and slender, I didn’t mind the open seating, but the need to lean away from the overweight, sweating-like-a-water-buffalo kappa who took up the middle seat had me wanting to transform. I bit my tongue and forced back the resulting visions of blood scented claws and splattered gore that would result if I gave into that urge. Half way through this hell-bound trip to the mortal realms, I gestured to the kappa and the chain-smoking priest in the aisle seat that I had to get up. I worked my way through the damned until I reached the toilet. Blood leaked out from underneath the door and the sight of a beheaded fox demon had me wanting to abandon the physical urges of my mortal half. But instead, I stepped carefully over the blood patches and locked the door.

Now though, we’d landed. Processing through customs proved shockingly efficient. I kept expecting to be trundled onto the next flight back to hell, but my informant’s instructions proved accurate. The forged papers and perfectly calibrated guanxi got me past customs and into the mortal world.

I didn’t bother to claim my luggage as I had ample resources in my carryon for at least a day or two. Checking into a youth hostel, I washed away the sweat of my trip off my body and the gore of hell from my hair. Fresh underwear, a cute black and white checked skirt paired with a white blouse, and a darling pair of black leather boots had me feeling girlish. I brushed out my coal black hair and put on a pair of sunglasses.

Then I caught an uber to the city center and walked the few blocks remaining to the Noir café. The purpose of my trip, my destination, I thought as I acknowledged the homeless man and dropped two heavy copper coins embossed with the pale horse of death and sealed by the prince of Satan into the plastic bucket. “Hãy để tôi không bị bỏ lỡ,” I whispered. Then I walked in and ordered something decadent and wickedly sweet; my first taste of sweetness in such a long, long time." 7,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-09-21T06:12:00,WickedUnrelentingVillain,"Two heavy thuds caught the man's attention as the coins dropped into the bucket. He lifted his head a little and stole a quick glance at the raven-haired woman as she went on her way. Though he looked only for a moment, he tried to memorize every detail, to contemplate later, before turning his eyes downward to the bucket. He knew she had said {Let me not be missed} in Vietnamese, but dressed the way he was, he wouldn't expect anyone to assume the bum sitting by the sidewalk was multilingual. Had she simply wanted to make a wish without being understood, or did she know enough about him to seek him out, and this was her cyrptic way of saying so? Was it a request for help - to help her escape without a trace? Or was it bluster with an implied threat?

He did not recognize the coins in the bucket. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder, back down into the alleyway behind him. He looked high at the edge of the roofs, and low to peer at the bottoms of dumpsters and in drainage grates. Seeing nobody, he turned back to the coins and picked one up, turning it slowly in his hand. Had the woman made these coins herself? Was this encounter some sort of performance art by someone who delighted in being misunderstood? His eyes darted to the windows of shops across the street. Was he being recorded for social media? And why... he looked at the coins again. Why did he feel vaguely disturbed by holding this coin? He dropped the coin back into the bucket to rejoin its twin.

The woman had gone into the cafe. If he followed her there, he would be out of place. If he waited here, he could find her again as she left. If she did not seek him out, it wouldn't necessarily intend she didn't mean to catch his attention. He could follow her, to be sure.

In the mean time, the old sinner sat and dwelled on what he had seen of her. The leather boots that suggested both sense of style and hinted at status. The sunglasses that partially obscured her eyes. The white blouse that showed no signs of grime or stain, the checked skirt and the legs beneath it. The timbre of her voice. What could he guess from these things? What did he know was true about her? His eyes darted briefly up again to the street, sweeping back and forth. Had anybody lingered there since the woman entered the building? Was she being followed? Was he being watched?

Silently, the homeless man sat and considered, but he did not follow the woman. Not yet." 8,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-09-21T13:48:00,Lynn.Z,"I took a table near the window. Sipping a Vietnamese coffee, I savored its bitter, almost earthy undertones, combined with the sweetened condensed milk, a veritable flavor utopia. The last time I’d escaped hell was in the 1960s and I fell in love with this French Vietnamese creation. The little things are what a girl misses when condemned to eternity.

Forty minutes slowly rolled by as she sat enjoying the smell of Noir and the sight of the occasional passer by on the streets outside. She’d abandoned her luggage in the airport and purchased fresh clothing. She’d changed at the hostel. Standing up, she walked into the bathroom and carefully deposited her carryon in the bin. Then she emptied her little black purse.

Pausing, she frowned. She really liked her purse. Surely vintage in this present time, a Julius Resnick black taffeta change-purse taken off a woman she had gutted in 1962. Unfortunately, she had lost control and transformed into demonic form. The end result was that she had been forcibly retrieved and deported back to hell. She dropped it into the bin also. The last item she had on her person from hell.

Walking back into the shop, she smiled and vowed, “I won’t let the pressures build up like last time. I’ll make sure to feed my needs and I won’t transform. Maybe, I’ll become part of the demimonde.”She laughed. The idea of a half-demon being part of the pleasure loving dangerous half-world of sexual excesses amused her.

A moment later, the little bell on the door of the café rang as she walked outside the shop and did a little spin on her heels, causing her skirt to flutter. Her dark eyes glanced around as if searching for something. Then she shrugged and turned to leave." 9,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-09-24T05:39:00,WickedUnrelentingVillain,"The man in the hoodie heard the bell to Noir ring again as the woman ""not to be missed: stepped outside. Hazel eyes swept once more over the street and at the rooftops. He tried to memorize every person in sight, in case they should appear again wherever the woman was going. He even took note of the markings of the pigeons that were resting on an overhead wire, in case they were not as they seemed. His eyes darted to her in time to see her spin. It was a graceful, beautiful movement. One that could be accomplished so readily, in part, because she was no longer holding her carry-on or her purse. Was she... making a point of showing someone this? He knew full well that he was an abnormally suspicious. Even as he had prepared himself for the possibility that the woman who had entered the café was a witch or a mythical creature here to hunt him down for his crimes, he was fully aware that she was probably just an ordinary person, completely unaware of any supernatural politics at play in the world. Managing risks required weighing possible harm against probability of that harm ever happening. Not a day went by that he didn't look hard at at least a dozen people and suspect them of being his enemy.

Yet now the probabilities were shifting and he had a decision to make. Should he allow himself to lose sight of the woman for the sake of investigating what she left behind? If she was an ordinary person, had he just witnessed a smuggler dropping off cargo? Drugs or weapons? If she was someone seeking alliance with him, was there something in her carry-on that she wanted him to see but couldn't give him in plain sight? Would it endanger her if he did not recover it immediately? But entering the café would be so conspicuous an action, dressed as he was, and rifling through her belongings or carrying them out the door would likely draw objection. No, it was unlikely this was meant to be a drop for him. Should he reach out to one of his contacts and have them search the restaurant?

He considered. If she was someone aware of the non-mundane world, then he wouldn't want to get a mundane contact involved. They could be killed, but worse, they could leak secrets that were best left buried if he were to continue on in this city. Nor was he particularly keen to cash in a special favor from someone initiated with the supernatural - not when he had so scant reason to believe the situation had anything to do with him. On the other hand, if she was simply a terrorist leaving a bomb behind at the café, then he need take no action to intervene. Yes. Aside from saving a few lives, there was no good reason to send someone in to retrieve the cargo now. If no other clues came up, he could always go look for it later, even if someone from the cafe's staff stole it from the lost and found. He had long ago looked up where they all lived.

The homeless man rose and picked up the flattened piece of cardboard he had been sitting on, carrying it deeper into the alleyway and tucking it behind a dumpster. Then he pulled from his pockets a cell phone, a battery, and a plastic baggie with several SIM cards in it. Choosing one, he put the phone together and sent out a quick text message. He then took out the SIM card and battery, not waiting for a reply before tucking it all back in his pockets.

Unfortunately, although people treat beggars as invisible while they are sitting on the sidewalk holding their signs, they view them as a threat if they approach on foot. He wrapped the strange coins the woman had given him in rags, so as not to touch them again, and put them in his pocket. Then he stashed the ""wishing well"" bucket in the dumpster and made for the street again. He would begin to tail the mysterious woman from a distance. He kept his head down and avoided eye contact with people as much as possible. Generally when tracking someone, you don't want to suddenly stop walking each time they walk, and instead continue on your way and tail from the front if necessary, so as to blend in with the crowd. But this woman had noticed him already. If she was a potential ally or an enemy, she would probably not be to bothered by his approach. And if she were neither of those things, and truly a woman living in the mundane world, it didn't really matter what she thought of his behavior. He followed her from about a block and a half away, not sure if she was leading him or oblivious to his presence.

[Edited to include what happened to coins]" 10,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-09-27T22:44:00,Lynn.Z,"[Shifting to Third Person]

The former resident of hell walked from the café, mind wandering. Who is she? Better question, who was she today? In hell, a list of those on their way down exists. Fucking bureaucracy. Turning left, she walked two blocks and then turned down an alleyway where a woman lay dead of a heroin overdose. She was in the passenger seat of a rusting, high mileage 1990s Honda Accord. Not coincidentally, the young woman looked identical to the half-demon escapee. Vietnamese, early twenties, slender, the girl looked too young to be kicked out of life. But the half-demon simply took the woman’s purse, glancing through it, focusing on the deceased woman’s passport and other identifying documentation.

“I’m Mai Luong,” she told herself slowly. Mai knew something of the girl’s unfortunate history. An orphan who paid a snakehead to transport her. Working as a prostitute in a massage parlor. Mistreated, unhappy. Pulling the dead girl from the passenger seat, she shifted the body into a large tan dumpster.

Then, focusing on her inner rage, she began to fashion a rune. Once formed, she quickly closed the lid to the dumpster as a dull whumph sounded and the girl’s body vanished into ash. The half-demon now known as Mai Luong, quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard or smelled the impromptu cremation. Then she got into the Honda Accord and looked for the keys.

But when she started the car, she made an unfortunate discovery. Mai had learned to drive in the sixties and she’d only driven manual transmission vehicles. Frowning, she stared down looking for the gear shifter. The vehicle was an automatic transmission and she’d never driven one and barely understood the concept. Surely, she could figure this out." 11,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-09-29T05:33:00,WickedUnrelentingVillain,"The sound of a text message woke Robbie from his sleep. Opening one eye, he checked the time - it was an hour before his alarm would normally have gone off. With a groan he grabbed the little burner phone and clicked open the message. An anonymous number had texted him a few terse sentences. He had no doubt in his mind whom the message was from. ""So the night's hunt is off, but I've gotta hurry up right now and head downtown so I can wait around on standby."" He scratched behind his ear and yawned. ""Great.""

Robbie was a man in his twenties, with warm green eyes, long, dark brown hair, and neatly-trimmed stubble. Technically, he was also a criminal. When he wasn't having his nights off ruined by the guy on the other end of the cell phone, he was a private pilot that worked for the local organized crime family. Robbie's his bedroom was located in an upstairs storage room of one of their hangars, on the outskirts of the city.

As he climbed down the metal stairs to use the shower room, Robbie waved a casual hello to the two guards sitting in lawn chairs on the first floor. Each of them was armed with a submachine gun. They were also chowing down on cheeseburgers while watching a baseball game, and merrily waved back.

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The homeless man followed the mysterious woman at a distance, stealing a glance over his own shoulder every now and then, as he did. It was not long before she turned into an alleyway. He did not arrive in time to witness what she had done to the body of Mai Luong, but he heard the slap of a dumpster lid closing in the alleyway, and as he turned the corner himself he could smell the aroma of charred flesh venting from what was likely the same dumpster. At the same time, he could see the woman climb in the car, start it, and... not drive off. It seemed she had wanted him to follow, after all. She was waiting for him. He checked over his shoulder, and peered down to the back of the alleyway, then, seeing nothing, he climbed into the back seat of the Honda, behind the mysterious woman. Immediately, he was met with the vinegary smell of heroin, and frowned, but did not remark on it. Not yet, anyway. He closed the door with a soft {click} and said softly, in English, ""Those coins are quite unusual, around here.""" 12,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-10-01T01:09:00,Lynn.Z,"Mai Luong–she identified now as Mai–offered a pretty smile to the stranger from Noir as he slid into the Honda’s back seat. “Those coins have value to someone,” she said softly. “To me, they were the price of a wish.” She then stared frustrated at the well-worn steering wheel. She laughed. “I have no coins left and I’m not sure if this vehicle is right for me.” As she spoke, she actively suppressed the aura of her immortal half.

Spawn of a draconic demon and a sixteenth century Vietnamese Đạo Mẫu priestess, Mai had been condemned to hell on her first death and denied reincarnation. Taking over the life of the dead Mai Luong, Mai felt she only restored her rightful place in the reincarnation cycle. Still, she possessed both magical and demonic powers, one controllable, while the other an intermittent reflection of the psychotic rage that could build within her. “I need shelter. I need money. I need a master to follow.” In saying master, she used the word chủ, which meant more a wise elder than slave master." 13,Generic Urban Fantasy RP Room,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/generic-urban-fantasy-rp-room.25101/,2022-10-03T05:51:00,WickedUnrelentingVillain,"Hazel eyes set in a badly-scarred face glanced at Mai but avoided her gaze. [Her teeth are those of a human], the man thought, considering. The general public was unaware that magic existed. They did not know that vampires, werewolves and wizards were not just beings of fiction, and despite the many that regulary attended church services, they had no incling that demons sometimes walked among them. Those who were aware of the fantastical and dangerous world beneath the surface kept it secret. He had an inkling that he was dealing with someone who was from that world, and she had deliberately let the mask slip a little by her actions so far. Then again, everything he had witnessed so far could also be explained by the mundane.

Yet if she was unaware of the fantastical, then there would be no reason she would seek him out. So what could explain how calm she seemed as a stranger climbed into her car? Surely, this woman in front of him must be dangerous in her own right to be behaving this way. That, or so foreign to this world as to not think him strange, though he doubted that very much.

He decided to let his mask slip a little, as well. If she was of the mundane, he would simply sound like a raving madman. No great loss. When he spoke to her this time, it was in Vietnamese. He had a bit of an accent, but not an American one. It was slight, and one could not recognize his native tongue from it. ""{I know not your circumstances and so make no lasting promise, but I may be able to provide you with shelter for the night. Once you are safe, perhaps a deal could struck between us for more, although I have not yet fulfilled the first request you spoke to me. Tell me, Stranger, before we drive anywhere - who and what are you, or at least, who and what would you like me to believe you are for the night? What sort of hunters should I anticipate are looking for you, and do you have any... special dietary needs? And...}"" he decided to be blunt ""{do you need to be restrained overnight?""}

The smell of charred flesh continued to hang in the air as they sat in the idling car. He wondered, vaguely, if she were a fire mage and would try to incinerate him, too. Quietly, he reached into the front pocket of his hooded sweatshirt and closed his hand around a shaker of salt he kept in there at all times. This was just a notion, though. He did not really think she would have let him into her car if it was her intention to set him on fire." 14,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-11T04:38:00,MonsterMistress,"

(This is an open roleplay! Feel free to drop in when and however you’d like, as whoever you’d like. There are no limitations. You an be whatever original character or creature, or from myth or legend, even a canon character from your preferred medium. The limit is your imagination! Just remember BDRP has rules. Follow them!

Please read the intro for the lore. If you don’t understand something, feel free to PM me. tl;dr version, it’s a city where people who’ve died may wind up if they don’t end up in heaven, hell, valhalla, paradise, etc, or whatever other place people go when they die.

Extra Note: this thread is smut and NSFW friendly. Have fun!)

At a point, an intersection, an origin, where all of time and space meet, lies a city, a huge metropolis at the very epicenter of the multi-verse. People and creatures from every and any known and unknown universe come here, to this city, where they thrive in ways they were unable to in their own world. Few wander in by accident, not knowing how or when they arrived. Fewer still seek this place out, as most do not know of its existence, but in rare occurrences word can get out, though that word never lasts. Almost the entirety of this population, however, have died first in their own world before reawakening upon these streets. And once inside the Convergence, there is no leaving. Its inhabitants are forever bound to its streets.

What makes this place so special, besides its location and its population, you may ask. It’s simple. Here, there is no time. Time is irrelevant, meaningless, absent. There is no death. There is no birth. There is no growth nor regression. Only existence and non-existence. Nor is there law. No governing bodies, no physical limitations. In this city, science and magic are one in the same, for what is fact in one universe, it is fiction in another. But here, at the convergence of all universes, all is truth, for so long as memories persist in those who populate this city, so too will the environment’s perceived reality.

With the absence of time, however, there also comes an absence of need

Nalia said:

The funny thing about being dead (...i.e. being here...),” she began, her eyes staring at her fingers now as they wormed around each other across hands, her lips pursing a bit, “is that you don’t actually need anything. You cannot die a second time here, so there is no actual physical urge to fulfill the body’s needs, because there are none. However, our psychology deems otherwise. We’ve become so accustomed to having food and water throughout the day that our heads will think that we still need it. Alcohol still makes us drunk. Drugs still make us high. Sex makes us feel pleasure and harm makes us feel pain. But all those sensations function only through our personal experiences. If we took away our memories, our experiences, our entire life on Earth, or wherever we come from, if all of it goes missing, then we’d have nothing here...”

Click to expand...

Somewhere, in an area of high foot traffic, sits a tall building. An all-inclusive, multi-faceted hotel, owned and run by twin sisters,Nalia and Lydia Rose. These two are human, hailing from Earth’s modern times as you and I know it, before they passed on and arrived at the Convergence. With their arrival came a unique trait. Their voices invoked certain feelings in the listener. Lydia spoke with something more calm and relaxing, whereas Nalia’s voice elicited feelings of desire, a vocal Cupid, if you will.

On the first floor, to the left of the main lobby, is a small restaurant and bar, in which Nalia works and greets guests, building rapport with her clientele. While there may be no official rules of the land, she’s enacted some basic rules for her bar, and most patrons don’t seem to have too much issue with them. Mainly if anybody wants to fight, fuck, or flip out, they’re to take it somewhere else in the building or outside. Those are messes she’d rather not have to deal with cleaning up.

Across the lobby of the bar, to the right when one were to first walk in, is a series of anger rooms. Here, Lydia rents out these rooms to any who would use them to release their pent up frustrations. Some rooms are filled with breakable objects. Some are empty. All contain a touch screen control panel by the door which controls the setting in the otherwise blank white rooms, creating an atmosphere of intense realism as if transporting you somewhere completely different. There are some presets, but all are completely customizable to the user’s preferences, including spawning enemies to destroy, or some ocean waves to relax.

Straight ahead from the building’s entrance is the front desk where Lydia is stationed, taking care of every one who enters. It’s through her you can gain entrance to the facilities within, or rent a room on the floors above. Rooms vary in size and themes, covering just about anything anybody can imagine. If it doesn’t exist yet, but is requested, Lydia will ensure to provide whatever anybody needs.

Lastly, in the basement of the building, is an in-ground heated pool and jacuzzi. Bathing suits are available for any who do not already have and want, but clothing is optional here.

All amenities are open to all who request entrance beforehand. Just speak to Lydia, who will always greet you with a warm smile. Nalia will greet you with a warm smile as well, but if an inquiry doesn’t deal directly with her or the bar, she will likely direct you to Lydia anyway.

The city The Convergence

The Hotel Convergence (personal rooms look however you wish)

Lobby and Front Desk

Nalia’s Bar

Bar’s Stage

Anger room hallway

Anger Room Before Setting (after setting it looks however you want)

Basement shared pool and jacuzzi (clothing optional)

What’s happening right now?
Not a damn thing.

Current locations of Lydia and Nalia:

Front desk, reading a book, waiting for people.

Showing a customer one of the anger rooms.

" 15,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-11T04:54:00,MonsterMistress,"I’d like to say that yet another day has passed, much like the previous, but that would be a lie. Days don’t exist here. There is no nighttime, nor daytime, no sun or moon. The sky is filled only with the vastness of space. So, I could suppose that would mean it’s technically night from some worlds’ point of views. But here, it simply just...is.

Lydia was at her usual station at the front desk, handing a key card to a couple. “Your room will be on the 5th floor. Please enjoy your stay.” Her voice was calm. Any who heard it would feel an immense relaxation, as if just a few words would send your mind on a paradise cruise. As the couple thanked her and made their way to the elevator, she sat there, still smiling, as she awaited the next guest(s). While some would come straight to her from the streets outside, she always kept her eyes on the doors to the bar, as that seemed to be where most stories began, but it’s through her services that they would continue.

While the blonde twin sat at her desk happily, Nalia wasn’t quite so thrilled. The brunette had been wiping the bar with a rag, brushing her hair from her face with her sleeve for the fifth time, trying to get a particularly stubborn stain out of it. She had told those assholes time and again to take their argument to the anger rooms. But they wouldn’t listen to her. After a hissing and growling fit, one finally had lunged at the other and broken one of her stools. Splintered pieces of wood still lay on the ground despite the offenders having long gone, finally heeding her advice after she screamed at the both of them for getting blood on her bar. Grumbling under her breath, and with enough elbow grease, she managed to clear the polished wood of the sticky crimson and green colored goos. Once satisfied, she rounded the corner to get her broom to sweep up the now useless hunk of wood chunks, thankful it was slow for the time that she cleaned up, awaiting the likelihood of more patrons." 16,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-11T05:17:00,FreddieMercury9546,"As the sun was setting Freddie walked into the hotel, his one arm dragging a suit case along behind him. The small wheels broke the silence as they rolled on the floor. Walking to the font desk to checking in after the other guest stepped away he sighed a little to himself tired but still looking for a good time as always. With his free hand he searched his pocket for an id and credit card. Lydia was the women he had been speaking to as he looked down to her. “Please darling be a doll and give me the biggest room you have. Money is not a problem.” Placing the ideas on the counter needed to pay he reached over to grab a hotel map looking at all the little treats they had for mortals and immortals alike. “Oh lovely a pool, heated. Well that is something I may have to check out later.” Snapping his fingers a moment as he remembered something very important. “Do make sure the mini bar is full, just in case I bring a friend over later.”

Looking over to the bar and watching the other women scrubbing the bar top. The place looking less then thrilling tonight. “Or not...”, Freddie said with a sigh of displeasure. “Where are all the good men at, am I right?” The famous singer said as he looked back to the women behind the desk. “Tell me where the fun is at? Please… Please put my hotel room in a different name, Joe Blow. Johnny Long… think of something corny will you? Please?“" 17,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-11T05:38:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia and Nalia hailed from Earth, though they were unsure of how long they had existed within the Convergence in Earth time since they had first arrived. One thing Lydia knew was that it was well after the life, and death, of the beloved Queen frontman. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped as he approached her desk. She had met with many men and women of history at this desk, but this incredible person was by far her most exciting customer yet.

As he placed his cards upon the counter, she quickly shook away her shock, trying to bury the imminent fangirling that would rear its ugly head should she lose her focus again. “I hear that.” She laughed nervously as she ran his information through the system. It was rather slow, but it would pick up soon. It always did, so she wasn’t worried. Hopefully its current emptiness wouldn’t scare Mr. Mercury away.

As she handed his cards back, she informed him of how she provided to his request. “I’ve put your name down as Phil Meup. I’ve booked the largest suite at the top floor. All rooms come equipped with a fully stocked mini fridge. Your room also comes with your own personal jacuzzi, a balcony overlooking the city skyline, and a special dial that can change the vibe, look, and theme of your room at will. It’s our most luxurious deluxe suite. If you’ve need of anything specific, there is a phone linked directly with mine.” She said as she patted the receiver of the old fashioned red rotary just to her left. “Don’t hesitate to call and I’ll send for the specified room service.”

She reached over and handed him a card with the number 2000 printed with golden embossed lettering. As she did this, she couldn’t help but let her eyes graze over him, from head to toe. She bit her tongue as she did her best to keep her thoughts to herself, giving him the biggest, sincerest smile she could muster, hoping her cheeks weren’t betraying her with a flush. “As for what to do, as you’ve seen in the brochure, there is a pool downstairs. The anger rooms are there at the East end of the lobby. On the western side is the entrance into the bar. I’m sure there you will meet other patrons like yourself as they arrive. You can get not just drinks but food as well. Occasionally we’ll have a live band play, or have a karaoke night, as well as trivia and various other seasonal events...though, we don’t have seasons here, it’s still adds a bit of fun from time to time. I believe tonight is a karaoke night, but you’ll have to ask my sister, Nalia. Hopefully she’s cooled down a bit. Apparently there were a couple of brutes who made a mess of her bar instead of using an anger room. I swear, some people.” She rolled her eye and sighed. “If there’s anything specific that you might be looking for, feel free to let me or my sister know, and we’ll do our best to take care of you the best way that we can.”" 18,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-11T06:17:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“Phil? Yes that will do nicely, I can totally be a Phil.” He laughed a moment putting his items back into his tight jean pockets as he kept his other hand still tight to his bag watching her struggle not to get o excited around him. The man was used to it by now, if she hadn't known him that may of bothered him. “You can gush love, I don't mind. In fact it brightens my day up. I love people falling over me. It's ever so charming. If it were not for fans I wouldn't be amazing now would I?” Freddie teased a little as he watched her do her work in finding him the perfect room.

Pointing to the old phone he laughed a little. “That thing is older then I am? Does it work? Oh my, how amazing. I see people carrying around their little iphone things now a days. Strange. I love the old style anyway of the week.” Touching it with his fingers, “What lovely color to. So I call and you will pick up and get me whatever I want? Oh that is nice. I may require fried chicken at 4am.” That was NOT a joke, the man loved good wholesome foods.

Room 2000, and such a lovely key to, Freddie thought as he admired the key in his hand. “Thank you. You have been lovely, really.” Reaching over and garbed a pen from a little cup along the front desk. As he placed the hotel map on the counter his eyes darting to her name tag before he scribbled a few words along it. 'To Lydia. Love Freddie Mercury'. Returning the pen to the little cup holder he rolled up the map nice and tight and handed it to her.

His mind had to catch up with what she said, when it finally did he paused. “Wait, did you say Karaoke?” Well that may be something he could get into. “That is so tempting. That is ever so tempting. I could have a few drinks and sing up a story. It's been ages.” He laughed. “It's been hours, who am I kidding.” Snapping his fingers to a bell hope he tipped the man to take his bag upstairs to his room. “I must get a drink and sing my heart out! My fans await.”" 19,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-11T06:36:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia did her best not to do as he suggested and completely melt in his presence. While she absolutely adored him and his music, among other things about him, she had to maintain some semblance of professionalism. If she let the dam break and gush forth as he wished, there would be no stopping her. She’d ramble on and on, stutter like a buffoon, and say things that she’d likely later regret, or not, depended on who she was talking to. But she wasn’t going to tell him any of that. Instead, she kept her smile and treated him to a nervous blush as he touched her side of the desk, reaching for her phone. Oh, he was so close. She could feel herself get ever closer to losing it. Even after receiving the autograph, though, she still managed to keep her cool. Instead she merely left it with a simple thank you for the present and for the compliment, expecting him to leave her presence for something, or somebody, more interesting.

When he stopped and remarked on his excitement for karaoke, on the other hand, perked her up a bit. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, and she felt a bit of anticipation for what clearly would be the night of a lifetime at the small bar. “I’ll make sure to be present for it.” Her voice, while usually calm in its tone, is now suddenly a slight bit higher in pitch as her toes curl inside her black heel pumps. “It’ll be some time before the machine is set up, I believe, but I know once there are a few more people inside to listen, the mic will be open for whoever wishes to use it.”

As Lydia joyfully explained this, Nalia had finally finished her cleaning. Wiping her hands on the dirtied apron, she groaned at the new stains of green and red. “Disgusting.” Her voice was a bit lower than her sisters. While it didn’t instill a relaxed mood, it did bring forth other, more mixed feelings of desire in those who listened to her. Those desires, of course, varied based on the listener’s preferences, sometimes it involved her, sometimes not. It all depended on the individual.

Still slightly frustrated, though relieved to be finished, she took off the apron and threw it in a nearby garbage receptacle. She didn’t feel like bothering with cleaning anything more that had anything to do with those two jerks from before. So, she went on her way, her short skirt swaying as she walked, towards the stage where she began setting up the mic and machine for the nights events." 20,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-12T01:19:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Well he could wait a little, drink? Mingle? There were many thing to do with his time right? “Please do, please you must. Your working to hard, you look flushed. Or is that just because I am in the room?” Freddie said slowly walking to the bar as he turned back at the girl at the counter. “You will sing as well, everyone will sing tonight!!” Clapping his hands at the thought.

As he entered the bar he looked to the other girl watching her set up the machine as he flipped through the book of songs on the counter. “I'm a little offended. There is little of my own work in here.” With a shocked look on his face he kept flipping, was this real? “This is like a crime, truly a crime. I am the one who suffers” Was music this bad these days? No, this had to be. In the 70's and 80's music was by far better, but then that was his own thoughts on the matter. He could be a little of a drama queen if he wanted.

Just then he stopped everything he was doing. Their there in the corner of t he bar set off the back was the most beautiful creature he had seen in a long time. Slowly making his way to the other, he ran his hands along it's beautiful body. Resting his head along the wooden surface he sighed. His fingers petting the wood. “Oh baby, you are beautiful. May daddy play you? Please?” Walking to the front where the bench clearly had a small layer of dust upon it he grabbed a napkin from a near by table and brushed off as he sat down. “Don't fear, I am here my love.” Opening the cover along the keys he let his hands run over the ivory before cracking his knuckles and playing something of his own writing." 21,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-12T03:10:00,MonsterMistress,"With the machine set up according to the manual she’d had in hand, Nalia stepped down off the small platform that acted as the stage, crossed the room, and turned behind the counter to slip the small paperback book into a shelf beneath the bar. She didn’t bother to stifle any fit of laughter, brought on by the dramatic outbursts of the musical legend.

Nalia was not quite as flustered by his presence as her sister had been, though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a fan herself. “It has indeed been a long time since that piano had seen any amount of loving.” She explained as she rounded back again to the patron’s side of the bar, leaning the small of her back against it and crossing her arms over her chest. “I used to try my hand at it a couple times a day, but without a proper teacher and a lot of frustratedly sour sounding chords later, I’d given up entirely. Everybody else that comes in here seems more interested in sauce than song.” Nalia sighed, a bit dejected at the thought as she glanced over at the machine again. “Nevertheless, I keep trying anyway. Maybe with your expertise and presence, some of the people here might actually turn their heads away from their drink for a moment.” She smiled, giving Freddie a lighthearted chuckle.

“Oh! And as for your songs,” she pushed off the bar and strode over to the songbook he had been flipping through. Closing the book, she flashed the cover in his direction, showing the title of it reading in bold black letters ‘Earth IX.’ “Something interesting you learn living here is that our Earth isn’t he only one. There are thousands of others with their own histories and their own music to chronicle. You were looking at the wrong universe.” Nalia gave him a wink before turning towards a shelf set into the wall just next to the small stage where hundreds of songbooks are orderly alphabetized by universe, system, and planet name. She slipped the book she had in hand back in its place, and pulled a different book just a few spines away. “I titled these, so since we’re from the same realm, you’ll find all your songs here in Earth I.” She flipped it open at the Q tab and skimmed towards Queen, where she then waltzed over to him to show him the results. Every song he’s ever performed, listed each with its own call number to punch into the karaoke machine as requested." 22,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-13T03:14:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Trickling the ivories a little as he watched her from the corner of his eyes. Maybe she just didn't like her job, not everyone could enjoy what they did like he. Life was to short right? Freddie was lucky and it was times like this that he realized it.

“I will love this piano all night if I have to. Daddy is here my love.” The man said as he ran one finger down the keys and stopped at the end just to listen to her speak now. She played? Well maybe not good but she had the love to learn, that was all you needed. “Well a proper teacher is here, take advantage of me. Lady lucky is on your side. Tomorrow, not tonight Tomorrow morning. You, me and a couple cups of coffee. You meet me at this bench. I will give you a lesson.” Freddie got up from the piano to walk over to her.

“My songs?” There was the big beautiful book the pretty little letters on the cover. Clapping his hands he reached out uttering. “Give me Give me Give.” Pulling it off the shelf once he got to where she was. As he opened it up he was just impressed with the selection but at the same time sad. “It's true, I am dead then aren’t I?” Yes, if he was at a weird part of the universe then he must be dead. He couldn't remember how he got here, but here he was. Looking to the book he closed it seeing her wink and laughed a moment. “You are a fan, I could tell. Don't play the silent mean girl game with me. Just because you didn't fall to the floor like the other doesn't mean your not a fan.” After all who wasn't right?

“There is more?” Looking to the other one she had in her hand. Well at least he after life had a good selection." 23,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-13T08:03:00,MonsterMistress,"A lesson from THE Freddie Mercury? She’d be daft to let an opportunity like that one slip by her. “I’ll definitely see you to that then. The coffee will be on me.” She have him a genuine smile, feeling somewhat anxious, but excited.

She took a seat on a nearby stool, watching him quietly flip through the songbook. When the realization hit him, she felt a few her heartstrings tug in her chest. Nobody ever felt good about learning of that news. Goodness knows she and her sister were in a severe state of shock after they learned that their car had crashed on their way home from a family reunion. It took both their minds to piece together what had happened, to recall how they themselves showed up in the consistently dark city lit up only by artificial lights of street lamps and buildings. It took some getting used to, but they found a home and a purpose here. “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. We’ve all been what you’re going through.” She started, her voice soft and filled with empathy. “All of us have gone from our worlds in much the same way before ending up here.

“Well, almost all of us anyway. One of the gentleman that broke my stool,” she continued, pointing to the pieces of wood sticking up from the garbage can in the corner, “was part of another universe entirely. He came from a space-faring species, one of a very few who got word of this place and managed to find it. Only problem is, now that he’s here, there’s no leaving. He might not have died to come here, but the story he’d heard of this place in his universe certainly did when he arrived.” She shook her head and sighed. It was both a blessing and a curse to be here. A blessing, in that there was no death and no time to progress. Which means, the very fountain of youth that many would have killed to find, was right here. The curse was that it was a one way ticket. Everything and everybody you’d ever loved were left behind.

Nalia shook her head as the thoughts continued to buzz through her mind, trying to shake away all the negative feelings. She had to remind herself that there was no reason to mope. So, she and her sister would never see their family again. That sucked, but they still had each other. And with all the time in the world at their disposal, new friends and family were almost guaranteed with the amount of faces they’d see and meet each day. Love, friendship, family, joy and sadness, new faces and old, there were some things that simply don’t change no matter where, or when, you were. Confusion was also an unchanging occurrence, it seemed, as Nalia lifted an eyebrow at him tilted her head, “Mean girl?” She repeated his words. She couldn’t recall acting mean, and it was true that she was a fan.

That’s when her sister flitted through her mind. Lydia never was one for keeping her cool around people she liked. Now she was certain that the blonde had spoken with him first if he had been expecting a similar reaction out of the brunette. Was his ego that fragile that he needed everybody who knew of him to fawn over him? Or did she really portray herself as somebody who was indifferent to people? Well, if he wanted something more obvious, she’d make sure to do just that.

“Oh! Yes of course, there is plenty more! Here.” She stood up and rushed over, a complete change in the way she presented herself. She reached out and gently grabbed his hand that held the book, pulling him and it over towards the counter where she guided him to look down over while she flipped through the pages. “There are things far more recent Mr. Mercury,” she made sure to say his name with gushing admiration, turning the dial up on her vocal ‘talents’ gained since coming to this dimension. She scooted herself closer to him, standing only inches from him in her tight leather pants, knee high black boots, and fitted crimson crop top with three quarter sleeves. The smell of perfume more than noticeable as she moved her fingers about the pages and flipping through them, pointing out people of notoriety in more recent times. “Beyoncé is an excellent choice, many of her fans calling her the Queen Bey with her messages of female empowerment and powerful vocals. Over here is Lady Gaga, who is far more progressive in her lyrical musings, shining a brighter and self-loving light on the LGBTQ+ community. And, spoiler alert, her name is based off one your songs, Radio Gaga. There’s also...” as Nalia continued pointing out other influential artists of the time when she and her sister left Earth, she would stroke his ego, and maybe his arm a bit, each time a bit more. “So you see, while the four piece band isn’t quite as predominant anymore, the messages still ring, and while not all of it has been influenced, much more than people realize is because of you. If you’d like, Mr. Mercury, I could give you a private performance of one of these songs? I promise, my mouth works a lot better than my fingers. Whoops!” Nalia brought a hand up to her mouth and feigned an embarrassed laugh, “I meant that I could sing better than I can play piano.”

She knew she was laying it on thick, but he wanted nicer, so she’d give it to him. He wanted fawning, she gave him more than that. And with her voice invoking desire in its listener, it didn’t matter if that desire was directed towards her or not. She knew he was a terrible flirt of both sexes. He was the bisexual icon of the century and the next. So she could only wonder if his escapades with both genders were true, or if they were just a front, now was a time to find out. And why not have a little bit of fun with it while she was at it?

(@PhoenixFaeryTHAT ISNOTFAIR! HOW DARE YOU?! WHY MUST YOU TEASE ME?!?!?!?)" 24,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-13T08:11:00,MonsterMistress,"@PhoenixFaery

As the strange man approached the counter, Lydia looked at him a bit shocked. He was gorgeous, to say the least, but something seemed a bit off about him. Nevertheless, she gave him her best customer service smile and greeted him no differently than the rest. “Good evening, sir. How can I be of service to you?” She reached over and grabbed a pamphlet and handed it to the silver haired man. “We have rooms upstairs that I can book for you. Our bar and restaurant is right there through that door against the west wall of the lobby, on the East side is our hallway of anger rooms where you can spar or destroy things, and in the basement is a pool and jacuzzi. If nothing I’ve listed interested you, please feel free to make a formal request and I can provide whatever it is that you might have need of our establishment this evening.”" 25,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-13T09:06:00,MonsterMistress,"(Do...do you understand the extent of what playing this character is doing to me? Are you aware what you are putting me through? All the while making him completely untouchable to me? I just want to make sure you understand the gravity of what you have started lol)

Lydia found herself almost mesmerized by his eyes, as if staring into the deep pools of turquoise any longer would send her into a trance and stop her heart. As he counted the Gil, the scents further sent her mind reeling. Her cheeks turned as red as the strawberries it reminded her of. “Uh...w-well, the best room we have available is the,” she cleared her throat and proceeded to check her computer, trying her best to keep her focus. It was a struggle at best as her fingers clicked away at her keyboard, pulling up all the available rooms. “We have a few master suites on the 18th floor. There is a king sized bed and a balcony overlooking the city skyline. All rooms on this floor come with a theme. A request can be made for no theme as well, but the ones that do that we have available are the jungle, futuristic, underwater, beach, and mountains. You may also put in a request for a custom theme, but it would take a couple of hours to get it set up.” She brought her eyes back to the stranger’s and she quickly found herself caught up in them once more. The silken hair that was so close for her to touch, and the body that looked almost Adonis-like, but what really got her above all else was his voice. The low tone that sent her very core to tighten in response. She almost didn’t want him to speak, while at the same time she never wanted to stop hearing it. What she would give to hear him say her name. Nevertheless, she needed his information, not the other way around. “I just...need your name...and your room preferences.” In a nervous gesture, she reached a hand up to her hair, brushing a few blonde strands out of her face and behind her ear, revealing a name tag that had been hidden moments before behind them." 26,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-13T19:18:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“I'm not a morning person. I will make due for you since you have a love to learn.” Still flipping along the pages he had a grin on his face. Well if he was dead at least his music was being put to use, that is all he ever wanted. There was a little sigh to his lip when she spoke. “I think I knew when I entered the hotel, I remember little things… nothing to clear.” With a shrug and an upbeat attitude he switched subjects quickly. “No point dueling on it right? Live in the now, the after now anyway.” With a chuckle in his voice a left the book open to a page. He looked to the stool. “How rude of him. Such a pretty stool at that. People spend to much time getting anger. Don't get me wrong, I have a temper myself. A rather nasty one in fact. No leaving? Wait does that mean I can not leave??” Well that made matters worse. No, this was holiday wasn't it? Or did his mind convince him it was holiday when it fact it was not such a thing. “Damn it.”

“Lady Gaga? Like that name.” He huffed when he heard someone else considering herself a Queen. “In my time I was the only Queen. This little Beyoce women could not handle all of this.” The man snapped as he kept listening to her speak of the current music. After all he did love music, he would have to check these out for himself. “Private performance, well aren’t you sweet. I didn't think such a thing. No worries. I know what you mean. After all not many are better then me. You don't need to be better then anyone to love music. It's about enjoying it. Weather you are singing or not. We can sing together!” He said with his hand on his chest. The man did love both the male and female bodies, but none caught his heart like Mary. It was hard to think of another women when Mary was always in the back of his head. Her red hair, her smile, even if they were friends in the end he adored her. She was truly the love of his life, but now in the afterlife he didn't long to speak of her. It would be to crushing knowing he may never see her again. “

Dropping the book to the floor when his eyes darted out the bar and into the lobby he put his hand on her face and moved her head slightly. “Look at that!” The man said once he knew her eye level was the same as his own. “Do you see what I see?” Freddie forgot what they were talking about. He waved his hand at her as he took off his leather coat. “Get that mirror. Pretty yourself up quickly.” Once his leather coat was off he took off his t-shirt tossing it into the trash can behind her bar. Before slipping his leather coat back on he went to the bar sink and rubbed the smallest amount of water over his thick hairy chest. “Of course the only thing I have in my leather coat is chap stick.” Picking it back up he slipped it on and glanced at himself in the mirror. The water accenting the beauty of his chest, his hand grabbing for the chap stick and putting a fresh layer along his lips. As he blew himself a kiss into the small mirror she had on the counter he ran a finger over his mustache. “The game is foot my dear. We are new friends but when a beautiful man enters the room we are frienmies. I know you understand my dear.” Snapping his fingers at her. “Quick… fix your face. We shouldn't let her sister have all the fun with him right? We need to make sure he sees us at least one. First impression matters darling.”

On the short walk to the counter he manged to slip on his shades and develop and idea in his head. Stepping up to the counter he spoke to the women as he accidentally on purpose bumped into the man. “Lydia, I almost forgot to ask. Can I have some wine for my room? You know in case I get a little thirsty.” Freddie took off his sun glasses and put them on the counter as he turned to the side to look at the man. “Forgive me, silly shades. I didn't see you there.” Brushing his fingers along the man's arm a moment he nodded to himself. “Well I can't see how I missed you? Your massive. Please… please.” He motioned to Lydia a moment. “Please finishing helping this god before he draws all the eyes in the lobby to his presents.” Freddie said stepping back a moment and shooting a look to the other girl. His hands making a grabbing motion as if mocking grabbing the strangers ass in front of him. “Look at him!!!” He mouth back to her so no one could hear." 27,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-13T19:37:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia stood there beyond confused by Freddie’s sudden outburst and rush to fix himself up. She turned around just in time to see a black coat disappear through the window and behind the wall between her bar and the lobby. She peeled her head through the doorway to catch a better glimpse of the new arrival, making note of the leather attire, the long silver hair billowing behind him as he walked, and the long masamune sheathed at his waist. Nalia recognized him almost immediately. She’d played all his games, watched the movie, even read the novels. Everything about this man, she’d had figurines of him, posters, memorized the words to his song and even went so far as to memorize his height and the height of his sword. It’s safe to say that her feelings for the video game villain bordered, if not just straight up swan dived, into the unhealthy.

It took far too many moments for her to realize that it was Sephiroth’s entrance that caused the Queen frontman to spiral into this insatiable thirst as he ran past her towards the general speaking with her sister. She gasped as he rushed ahead of her, and yelled out in a hushed tone, frantic as all hell, “Freddie! No, wait, Freddie! That’s not how that works with-“ She let out an exasperated sigh and rushed after him. If he was who she knew him to be, Freddie would likely find himself burned before he could go in for the first move. Despite loving this character, she would be the first to admit that this is one individual you have to tread lightly around, else you wanted to be impaled. He despised humans, so all of them there were already at a major disadvantage simply for existing.

As she rushed towards him, she found herself stopping in her tracks, her heart jumping into her throat. He BUMPED INTO HIM!? ON PURPOSE! Oh no. She knew that Freddie couldn’t actually die here, but he’d still feel the pain that’s sure to come his way. There was nothing she could do. She stood there, frozen, watching, waiting for the inevitable. She stood there a few feet away, squeezing her eyes shut in fear, waiting for the likely blood-curdling scream.

Meanwhile, Lydia just stood there, still laughably dazed by the general’s presence, awaiting his information, and not even registering Freddie’s presence or his request." 28,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-14T06:03:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia almost turned into a puddle right in that moment. His touch, his voice speaking her name, TWICE, if it weren’t for the fact that there was a desk separating the two of them, she might have attempted something she’d later regret. Then, a wave of disappointment came crashing down over her as she heard him speak the words “loving relationship between males.” So, that was it. He’s gay. He’s beautiful. He’s charming. He’s flirty. He’s perfect. Being gay was clearly the logical conclusion. She did her best to hide the obvious rejection she was feeling as she nodded in understanding as she moved her eyes from his back to the computer screen.

A few keyboard strokes later, she opened her mouth to answer when Mr. Mercury came up to make a request. “Of course Mr. Mercury. I’ll have that taken care of for you posthaste.” She typed in her computer once more, switching tabs to his room away from the soldier’s. Her previous fangirling over the rock star had completely dissipated, and it only buried further when she noticed the two men lock eyes. Always her luck.

That’s when she noticed her sister, standing there, staring after them dumbfounded. “Nalia, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be tending the bar?”

“He’s not dead.”

“Uh...Nalia?”

“I mean, of course he’s not dead, but he’s not even impaled. He didn’t even threaten or intimidate...nothing.”

“Nalia what are you talking about?”

“Sephiroth.” Nalia could only stare at the silver haired general, further confused by the lack of danger she felt emanating off of him. “If he’s here, that means he died. If he died, that means he’s already gone crazy with hatred over the human race, and yet....somehow....he doesn’t even seem like pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth.” Against her better judgment, the brunette strode up to the silver haired man and gave him a once over, her eyebrows knitted in confusion. “You look like the General. You’re definitely him, yet,” she turned towards Freddie then back at Sephiroth, “you didn’t even get mad. Even before Nibelheim you would have been a little bit miffed by something like that. Well, maybe not miffed, I couldn’t be sure of that, but you would at least have stared him down with an intimidating aura. That’s...kinda what you do. After the incident you wouldn’t have bothered wasting time to take out masamune.

Who are you?”" 29,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-14T06:51:00,FreddieMercury9546,"With Nalia now right behind him he was a little shocked at her words. “That is not how what works darling?” Freddie was not sure what she was talking about, in truth he had no idea whom this man was. Speaking to Nalia a little confused now. “I ask the desk, she gets me what I need. Is that how this works?” The man raised his eyes brows really confused. He didn't know he was putting his afterlife in danger. Did he just offer for him to go first? Maybe he knew whom he was?

Now with the man offering to let him go first he had to make some sort of demands so that his little trip to the desk was NOT as silly as it seemed. Well with that extra little boost to the word 'kill' he now regretted maybe coming to the counter and making a scene. Great, he I going to kill me, Freddie thought.

Oh shit, he had to think of something he wanted beside wine. “Thank you.” Freddie went back up to the counter and looked to Lydia as he finished his statement. “Wine and… and a piano. If the piano is to much then I will NOT settle for a keyboard. I will just have to walk down here and use that one in the bar. If I am indeed dead.” Freddie paused and looked back a moment to the man hoping he knew there was no point hurt him he was in fact dead. “If I am DEAD then I need a baby grand in my room or else my after life is going to be hell.” He put a hand to his chest and gasped. “Oh my god, I am in hell?”

Freddie motioned his hand to the counter leaving the man to his business now. “Thank you, tall dark and scary. The name is Mercury. Freddie Mercury. I hope my reputation has traveled along the universe and to the end of time. If not then I'm sure Ms. Nalia and I can show you during karaoke?"" T

asking a moment to listen to Nalia he crossed his arms at her statement, so he was right. The man was going to kill him. “To think I offered to teach you piano. You trying to remind him of what he didn't do to me??” Still shocked a little by her words to the stranger. “I am going to go to the bar before Nalia gets me killed.” The man picked up his sunglasses and pointed them to Lydia joking a little now. “Lydia darling if you find my head in a trash can it's her fault.” Freddie said now pointing to Nalia. “You, if your NOT going to kill me then you are going to buy me a drink.” As he walked away to the bar he turned his head slightly just to get another glance of the tall stranger. “Damn… the sexy ones are always the most dangerous.”" 30,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-14T14:39:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie knew this was his fault, his little dramatic show at the counter caused this poor girl to get in a moment that she may of not be able to handle. She was simply coming to his aid and it would be rather rude of him to not do the same. After all if they were all dead what harm could this man do? As he mumbled under his breath coming to a halt in his little stroll away, “Damn it.” The man turned on his heels and returned to the counter where the two were standing. Well at least he could get another up close look at the other even if it was to teach him a lesson in manors.

As he wedged himself in the middle he put his hand against Sephiroth's chest pushing him back a moment making space and getting him out of the poor woman’s face. “Wow you are solid aren’t you?” Placing his hand on the man's chest again and giving it the slightest push, yep all muscle under there. Impressive, but there was no time to check out the rest of the man, he had a lady to save. “Impressive… no time for that.”

OK, it was time to be brave. “We do NOT talk to women that way!” The rock star said as he watched the man with his hand on his Masamune. “What are you going to do? Cut her up in a million peaces?” Freddie took his hand and gave the other a slap, not to hard but hard enough to get his attention. “Snap your ass out of it! Who do you think you are? She asked you question. She is a women! Your a man, when your a man you need to respect the rules. Men do NOT threaten women.”

Turning around to Nalia he took her hand and kissed it a moment giving it a pat with the other hand. “Go to the bar and make me a drink. Yes? Can you do that? Something strong and fruitie? I will need one after I teach someone some manors?” Taking her arm and walking her a way a moment he spoke again this time in a whisper. “If I survive, you owe me.” Freddie turned around and returned to the large man His eyes narrowed a little as he looked around the man to the girl at the counter. “Call maintenance my dear, this is going to be a spill in the lobbie soon.”

The musical man was a boxer in school, and a fairly good one at that. That didn't mean he wasn't scared of the other. As he stepped up to the other his brown eyes staring up into the man's, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he stood his ground. “I bet your not so scary with that big sword on your back are you?” " 31,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-14T15:17:00,MonsterMistress,"As Sephiroth got into her face, Nalia felt her heart skip a beat, and then freeze entirely. His threatening voice, the intimidating stare, why was she the one getting this? For asking questions? She knew his entire story, his past, and his future. Well, maybe not his future, since he’s here, which means he’s stuck. If he were able to return to Gaia, he’d be the first to escape from here to do so. Though, she supposed if anybody could break the rule of no return, it would be him.

Either way, though, at least in regards to the lack of professionalism, he was right. “I....” She began, her voice small, stuttering a moment, when the Queen frontman pushed his way in between them. She felt herself step backwards a bit as he forced himself into the small space that separated them. Her eyes could only widen in awe at his brashness towards the First Class SOLDIER. Was he insane? He just threatened her, and here he was putting himself as the target instead. No, she couldn’t have that. This isn’t his battle. He shouldn’t get the punishment.

Reaching out, she grabbed onto Freddie’s arm, ignoring his request for a drink, and tried pulling him away. “Freddie, please, it’s okay. Just don’t. He’s right. I don’t want you to get hurt.” She turned her attention back to Sephiroth and continued where she had gotten cut off when the singer interrupted, her customer service voice coming in full force. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I was very unprofessional and if there is anything I can do to make it up you, please, do not hesitate to ask.” She couldn’t hide a small sadness, almost defeated in her tone as she spoke.

You just seem...different. Not who I thought you were. I’m your fan. Your follower. I would go to the ends of the earth for you, for just one moment with you, I would do whatever you’d wish almost without question. But ....something is off. All these thoughts went through her mind but she dared not speak them aloud as she stared her melancholy blue grey eyes into his turquoise ones.

Lydia, meanwhile stood behind her desk, feeling incredibly useless as she stared at the scene before her. “Uhm...” she lifted her finger, speaking softly but trying to get their attention. “If you all could, please, simmer down?” Her voice carried the full weight of her relaxing calm power through the air to surround the tense party of people before her. “I’m sure my sister meant no harm, sir.” She said this to the General, “she’s just...a huge fan of yours. Probably the largest, knowing every detail of your story.” She only now remembered all the memorabilia that littered their shared room growing up with his mug on them. She recognized the way Nalia excitedly rambled on just now. She only did that when it involved that video game. “It actually can get rather annoying.” She mumbled the last bit before continuing, “She’s...starstruck, and lost her cool, and on behalf of her I apologize as well. We are not the most professional at times. You could ask Mr. Mercury here. Not long before you arrived I made a total fool of myself in front of him.” She softly laughed as she glanced over at Freddie, giving him a sincere smile, before turning her attention back to the General. “Here is your money back Mr. Sephiroth. Your room will be free of charge and any drinks for tonight will be on us.” She reached her hand forward and over the counter with the gil he had brought in hand." 32,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-14T17:07:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Well maybe women liked to have their lives threatened? Maybe things were different since he died, maybe that is what women were into? No that made no sense, this man threaten her and she was apologies like she had been in the wrong. It was a question, she didn't even insult him? What was she saying sorry for? What she should really be sorry for was not thanking Freddie for his braver. It was not everyday that the man would throw himself into harms way for another. Now that he knew it was not appreciated he would not do it again.

Walking to the counter he tapped his sun glasses on it a little annoyed by the events. “Yes you did fawn over me but I'm Freddie Mercury. I'm one a kind. You will never find another like me. Not if you looked in every universe.” That was beside the point, now he was upset. “Let me get this straight. So.. he threatens your sister, whom did nothing wrong you give him a free room? A free room and drinks?” Freddie turned leaning on the counter to give the man a second glance thinking this over in his confused mind. Tall, handsome, extremely strong, muscular, strong shoulders, beautiful eyes, plus not to mention the fact that me may be able to even lift Freddie if t he even called for it. “Now when man first came in I did spot his ass a mile away. My little imagination ran wild, I already decided about five things I want to do with him.” He sighed a little pleased with his imagination and staring at the man a moment or two. “I have a fine taste but he did threaten your sister with a really big knife. So that kinda is a big no no…. But you gave him a free room?”

Stepping away from the counter and snapping at a couple of the bus boys to come to him. They jumped and ran over at once. “You three are going to get that baby grand piano in the bar and roll it to the service elevator and take it up to room 2000. It will more then compensate for my troubles and my bravery.” Slipping a bill in each of their pockets he nodded over to it. “Be gentle, it's not a suite case!!” He watched the run off as he turned to Lydia. “Thank you for the piano ladies.” Yep he was in fact taking what he wanted.

He turned to the man running his sunglasses up his arm with a disappointed sigh. “A shame you were almost perfect. Have fun with the crazy town twins here.” Freddie turned to Nalia with a calm tone to his voice. “Next time a man steps in to defend your ungrateful ass you say thank you. You do NOT gush over your attacker. I didn't get a thank you because I'm gay. If I was straight like this man maybe I would of?” As he slipped his shades on he watched the bus boys roll the piano out gently and he followed them clapping his hands. “Come on boys, you can do it, slowly boys.”

Once in the service elevator with the piano and the bus boys he patted the piano and sighed. “We are in hell aren’t we love? At least I have you.” Kissing the piano. " 33,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-14T17:17:00,MonsterMistress,"Both Nalia and Lydia stared at the man, faces entirely expressive of their individual thought processes as they watched him climb into the elevator with their piano. While the idea that twins are telepathic with each other is a total myth, some might second guess that if they saw into both sisters’ minds: What the hell mental gymnastics and hurdles did he have to perform to come to THAT conclusion?

Nalia was hardly fawning. She was terrified, and depressed. Lydia was practicing customer service to the best that she knew, and the best way to keep their hotel from getting destroyed was to appease the big scary angry man. And lastly, what the hell did being gay have anything to do with his heroics? Nalia was extremely grateful to Freddie, but she didn’t wish to see any harm to come to him. Even Lydia could see that without being able to read her sister’s mind.

Nevertheless, they stood there, speechless and dumbfounded as they both stared as the elevator doors closed. “Well....fuck.” Was all the sisters could say, in unison." 34,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-14T19:21:00,MonsterMistress,"Once again, the twins are left speechless. Now both of them have gone. The loud thud was concerning, but what could they do? Not a whole lot. Freddie seemed confident in his capabilities against the SOLDIER, though Nalia knew that was an unfounded confidence. A rock god...versus an actual god? The winner would be obvious, and she wasn’t about to get into the crosshairs.

With a deep sigh, the brunette pushed away from the front desk and made her way back to the bar. She turned to her sister, giving her an apologetic smile, but Lydia just waved it off and shook her head, a silent “it’s fine” gesture. So, Nalia returned to her duties, though what there was to do, she couldn’t be sure. With no patrons to serve, she’d have no choice but to sit there and sulk.

As soon as she walked through the door, she spotted Freddie’s shirt in the garbage and shook her head. Grabbing it, she shook it free of whatever refuse clung to it and neatly folded it before placing it on an empty spot of a shelf behind the bar, figuring he might want that back. As the busboys brought the piano back to her bar, placing it down gently where it belonged, she thanked them as they left.

Somehow, she doubted she’d be getting that lesson after this whole escapade. Nevertheless, she sat on the bench, and played a few notes. She didn’t know many songs...but she did manage to teach herself at least one. It was helpful that it basically repeated itself. Before long, she started to sing." 35,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T01:09:00,Norden,"

From the street came the sound of faint, intermittent conversation, which grew slightly louder as two people approached the building. As the doors to the hotel opened, two figures stepped inside, one looking annoyed and the other being busy talking to him, until he got a hand pressed onto his mouth.

""I told you I'd help you get somewhere safe. This look like a shady place to you?"" Axle growled at the younger mage who was still making muffled noises under the palm of his mechanical hand. The older male looked over towards Lydia by the front desk, and nodded in her direction to draw the other's attention over to her.
""Look. You think a crack den's got a receptionist, moron?"" He pushed the other's head away, letting go - which gave the mage a chance to respond.

""Well, I don't know! You're acting like anything about this place makes any sense,"" Galen responded exasperatedly. ""I wouldn't be surprised if a monster burst out of her at this rate.""
""Pussy,"" the old soldier grunted. Carrying what looked to be only a small metal orb attached to a strap around his shoulder, he nevertheless shifted his weight as if the orb was very heavy, while moving over towards Lydia on the other end of the lobby. A side-arm was holstered to his belt, his clothes seemed to be made of a mixture of fabrics and reinforced materials to offer some form of protection, and a small, torn mantle secured over his shoulders and around his neck was flapping behind his body as he moved. In his neck were traces of metallic body parts that betrayed a large part of his arm and chest's bionic parts under his clothing, though his face was very much flesh and blood. And seemed to be permanently stuck in a serious, grumpy scowl.
The man next to him was dressed in a hooded white robe that parted at the front to reveal his trousers and boots, as well as a belt that held two pouches. Gloves peeped out from his sleeves, and the healer's blemished face was visible under the hood as he looked around, before focusing on Lydia. ""Er... greetings. I was wondering if I could perhaps stay here. This looks like an inn, of sorts? Right?"" He reached for one of the pouches and put it on the front desk, tugging open the rope that held it shut to reveal the gold coins inside, and taking a number of them out. ""Will this suffice?""

While he did that, Axle's attention was drawn away by the sounds of an instrument being played, and a voice singing. He walked slowly over to the doorway leading to the bar, putting his hand against the frame and leaning in slightly to get a glimpse of who was producing those sounds. It made him feel strange, when he laid eyes on the woman. Like there was something... mesmerizing about her. He didn't go any further into the bar - not wanting to give off the impression that he was trying to sneak past the front desk. Instead, he walked back slowly to rejoin Galen. Maybe he'd get a room here too, if he could." 36,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T01:56:00,MonsterMistress,"(Yay! people! Besides@PhoenixFaeryand@FreddieMercury9546lol speaking of which. Did you two need help?)

Nalia couldn’t hear anybody behind her as she continued to play. Lydia, on the other hand, was more than happy to help the two new gentleman into the hotel. She let out a small giggle at the way the white hooded man described the establishment. “Essentially, but we’re a little bit more upscale than that.” She gave him a nonchalant shrug as she noticed his friend moseying close to the bar before returning to the front desk.

Bringing her attention back to the mage as he pulled out the coin, she nodded. In reality, there was no set price for the rooms as there were far too many varying currencies that came through here, it was impossible to decipher the exchange rate between them. So, Lydia would take just about any amount offered to her. A couple in past experiences have even suggested that they never had to pay for rooms on their own planet. She merely asked that they spare at least the smallest amount they could afford to part with. It was not just herself and Lydia that worked here. There were others that needed to be paid for their services within the hotel.

So, before taking the coins from the man, she asked him what it was they were looking for in their room. “What sort of room did you and your friend require? We have rooms with a single queen sized bed, two queen sized beds, king sized bed. Some with multiple bedrooms, others with only one room. Some have full kitchens, while the rest have just a mini fridge. All have full baths, only a couple even have jacuzzis. About all of our rooms have a theme associated with them, very generic in the choices, but you can make a special request to a more customized theme, or even no theme at all.”

With a smile she awaited his preferences, before turning to his friend who had taken that small trip briefly away from her desk. “Just so you know, the bar is open to the public. If you’ve need of drinks or food, just ask my sister Nalia. She’s the one that runs it.”" 37,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T02:02:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“My piano!” Freddie yells not giving a damn about the bell boys leaving but the piano, for the love of god he wanted the piano. “No! Why? I stole that fair and square! How dare you, who do you think you are?” The little rock god stamped his foot as he went to exit but then the doors started to close with the other stepping into the elevator. Nice, nice, perfect, he was going to die all over again and didn't even have a piano for his room now. Even if it was a stolen piano at least he would have one near by.

The large beautiful man was standing just inches away from him, he pushed against his chest again, this time harder. Was he scared? Yes, Freddie was indeed scared. Looking up to the taller one he took his sunglasses off and placed them in his leather coat pocket as he bite his upper lip before making a comment. “When ever I am alone with a man we are normally not just standing around.” He said joking but not really joking, he had quite the reputation on earth. When he first spotted him from far off he was right, he was stunning. Yet now just inches away he could see what the big fuss was about. Then with fear setting in it was hard to be impressed. Maybe he should of kept his mouth quiet.

The man crossed his arms as he felt the elevator slowly climb to the top floor when it suddenly thudded getting stuck in between floors. “Shit.” Moving to the other side of the elevator he leaned against the wall keeping his eyes off the other. Still unsure of why he followed him in the first place. “Did you come to get a glance? An autobiographic maybe? Do they even have my music on your planet… or universe… or where in hell your from?” If fear wasn't the number one thought in his head he would be hitting on him right now, but with fear sinking into his body it was hard to think of anything else. " 38,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T03:35:00,Norden,"""Hah, I see,"" Galen replied with relief as Lydia confirmed his suspicions about the nature of the establishment. He looked up as she inquired about the type of room they were looking for, but let out a nervous laugh at what she said. ""Friends, er... I don't think Axle would call me his friend. We've met not too long ago and he doesn't seem to enjoy my companytoomuch, so..."" He cleared his throat, deciding to focus simply on answering her question. ""For me personally, I'd just like a place to sleep. I don't really know what a 'jacuzzi' or a 'fridge' is, but if I can take a bath and have something to eat that would be great. Thank you so much. As for a 'theme'... erm... I don't know if you have different paintings to hang up or so, but I'd love to have a room that feels cozy and warm. Do you perhaps have one with a hearth? If so, that would be amazing.""

Axle, meanwhile, was too distracted to pay much attention to what Galen and Lydia had been talking about, but he focused briefly when the woman spoke to him. ""I see. Nalia, you say...""
He stared over in the direction of the bar for a moment, seemingly committing that name to memory before his watchful eyes wandered back over to Lydia as he extended a hand to shake hers. ""Nice place you got here.""
From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the pouch of coins that was being put away by his companion after giving her the coin for his room, and realized the transaction.
“Oh, right. Money,” He grunted annoyedly. “One second…” Tapping the device on his wrist that looked like a watch, he made a holographic menu of symbols in a strange layout appear that he scrolled through quickly until he got to what was presumably the functionality he was looking for. Then he looked back over to Lydia, eyebrow slightly raised. “Got a bank account number here, ‘Hotel Convergence’ right? I’ll deposit to it.” With a few taps on his watch, a transfer of credits had occurred and he looked at the friendly, calming receptionist again. ""You'll recognize the payment. Name's Winters, John.”

Galen pulled a face. ""You told me your name was Axle!"" he remarked indignantly, to which the other's mouth tensed. “No. I told you that you can call me Axle. It’s a nickname.”
""Oh."" The mage's voice softened a little. ""What does it mean?""
""Does it matter?"" Axle responded off-handedly as he turned back to Lydia. “A… spacious room, if you have one. Away fromhim, please. Doesn’t have to be fancy though, and I won’t be needing any room service either.”
The old soldier gave a nod, and off he went into the bar, back over towards the sweet sounds drifting over from the piano. Though Lydia's aura was calming, these notes sung and played were calming in their own way too, even if he couldn't help but feel a hint of something extra about Nalia. As he stood in the middle of the room and listened, there was suddenly a flash that came into his mind - a mental image of Lauren and Gemma. It startled him somewhat, causing him to stumble to the side and accidentally knock against one of the tables before he immediately steadied himself.
""'Scuse me,"" his gruff voice quickly apologized, deep down embarrassed to have lost balance like that for no reason. ""Didn't mean to interrupt your music. Nalia, right?""

With Axle stepping away, Galen briefly leaned closer to Lydia conspiratorially and nodded in the direction of the older male as he disappeared around the corner. ""Found him in an abandoned liquor shop, gun in his hand and... well, a lot of his brain missing. But despite that, he was still very much alive. He hasn't really said much about it, despite me asking, but I think he was trying to get out of this... dimension, or whatever this is where we are. By attempting to kill himself. ""
The mage cleared his throat. ""I'm a healer by trade. If I touch people, I can use magic to heal them so long as I maintain physical contact. So I kind of sped up his process of recovery from the head trauma - it was so recent that I could get him pretty much back to the way he was before. When he regained consciousness, that's when I found out just how much he doesn't like being touched by a stranger without his permission,"" Galen explained with a soft chuckle. ""But once he understood what had happened, he did seem kind of grateful that I'd made the effort to help him recover. I imagine being unable to die while suffering from severe head trauma would not have been a particularly happy existence. So... he stuck with me for a day, up until now.""
Galen sighed. ""I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check out the bar as well. But first, what other amenities do you have in this... ho-tel? You mentioned being more upscale."" He regarded Lydia with curiosity." 39,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T03:53:00,FreddieMercury9546,"He couldn't back up when the other approached him, he was up against the elevator wall. Fear was still in the back of his mind, that and the horrible elevator music. It was like nails on a chalk board to him. Holding a hand up in front of his body he heard the man speak for the first time. His smooth voice almost better then his own singing voice. “You don't want to hurt me? Then you do want an autograph, to be honest I don't have a pen on me. From the looks of your outfit you don't either.” Admiring his upper body again. “Or are you looking for something else? Oh you are…”, Freddie grinned. “curious?”

“Only one problem, you … me… stuck.” Before he could utter another word he felt the man pick him up a moment. “OK wait. Wait… no no, be careful!” His feet leaving the ground as the large wings covered his body. “SHIT! There is a ceiling! There is a ceiling! Ceiling! There is a ceiling!!!”

In the middle of his mini diva moment he felt those lips push against his own. Ceiling? What ceiling, he forgot about the ceiling. His arm wrapping around the mans neck. Their lips caught in a moment, Freddie pulled back whispering. “Straight boy isn't straight?"" His words were unheard, or not as important as the man fiddling with the door. Yet he had no problem opening them and getting the couple through.

Freddie was still in the arms of the stranger. Not that he was complaining, his eyes saw the numbers. They were heading to his room, room 2000. “No questions? No chase? Your just going to drag me away to my room? Well that is… that is...”, he wasn't sure what that was. Part of him found it impressive and the other part of him found it weird. Was this how things were done where he was from? Find something you want and take it? “On earth we normally talk a little, exchange names.” Freddie dug his key from his pocket while in the man's arms. “Or OK… we will do it your way.”" 40,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T04:13:00,MonsterMistress,"As Lydia listened to Galen’s request, she nodded and proceeded to type everything into her computer. “Very good, then. We have an old-fashioned theme room close by on our second floor that is available. There is a full bath and a mini fridge. A fridge, by the way, is similar to an ice box.” She thought for a moment if he would even know what that is, “uhm, well, a box that stores food and drinks and keeps it all fresh. You’ll see when you get to your room what it is. It’s fully stocked. We also have a meal service. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner is all served to your room at request. You may also enjoy some food at Nalia’s bar, but it’s more finger food than actual meals.”

When Axle reached a hand to her, she happily accepted and shook it. “Thank you so much. I’m happy to hear that you’re pleased.” As he transferred the payment digitally, she saw the notification pop up on her screen. “I just got it Mr. Winters. Our more spacious rooms are on the upper floors, so, yes, far from our other guest.” She tried to hold back a laugh, feeling a little bad though for the man in the white hood. “Here are your key cards.” She reached over and handed the two of them plain white cards, Galen’s embossed with the number 203, and Axle’s with 1507. “Behind me on either side of my desk, as you can see, are elevators to the upper floors. There is also a door to take stairs as well, though. We also have a service elevator but it’s currently...well, out of service.” She hid the frustration behind her smile well. While the two men who occupied it were drool worthy, she really did not appreciate petty theft and destruction of her property. Nevertheless, she nodded at Axle as he made his way back to the bar before bringing her attention back to Galen.

“Oh! We have plenty of amenities here for guests to enjoy. As you see if you were to turn around, to our right is the Nalia’s bar. To the left, down that hallway, are a series of what we call the anger rooms. Being stuck in this limbo of a dimension for all eternity could cause some stress and frustrations, and sometimes people would much rather relieve their stress through violent means. While we don’t condone it much of the time, we do recognize that sometimes a little bit of destruction or a good spar among friends can be very cathartic. So that’s why we created the rooms to ensure they release their stress in a controlled environment as opposed to destroying our building.” She sighed a bit as her mind went back to the service elevator. “Anyway, you can also find in the floor below we have a pool and a shared jacuzzi. If you don’t have a bathing suit you may request one,” for a moment she looked around to ensure no one was within ear shot, before putting her hand up to the side of her mouth and whispering, “though, to be honest, you could even just go in naked. Most of us who work here really don’t care and even have taken a skinnydip ourselves on our off time.” She laughed, “but don’t worry, everything is cleaned every few hours, so no need to concern yourself about disease and bacteria and the like.”

As Lydia went on explaining all that Hotel Convergence had to offer, Nalia remained at her piano, playing and singing. Eventually, she had become so engrossed in it that she didn’t notice somebody watching her until he stumbled into one of her tables, to which she proceeded to jump up in her seat and let out a scream. Whipping her head around, the brunette put her hand to her chest trying to calm down her heavy beating heart when she saw who had walked in. Once her breath was caught, she shook her head, “it’s fine. I’m sorry for freaking out like that. I’m not normally that jumpy, but tonight has been one clusterfuck after another, I guess my nerves are a bit shot at the moment.” She let out a breathy chuckle before standing up from the bench and making her way to the bar. “Was there something I could help you with? I’ve got beer, liquor, non-alcoholic beverages, and some food, but not much.” She said this as she leaned against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest with her head tilted slightly to the side, giving him a small smile." 41,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T05:12:00,Norden,"""Ah, an ice box. Yes, I see..."" Galen said, nodding slowly, though even whatever she was tapping on seemed unusual to him. But then, this whole world was out of the ordinary. Probably some kind of advanced magical tool, just like whatever Axle had on his wrist. The mage didn't question it too much. ""Meals served to my room, what luxury! Can't wait to explore more of this place."" He was liking it more and more, though truth be told he was also just enjoying his time speaking to this lovely lady in front of him. He looked up briefly when there was a cry from the other room, but was too enthralled by Lydia, and encouraged the conversation between them to go on.

He listened carefully to her explanations, no matter if he didn't understand every detail, before giving a laugh as she mentioned skinny-dipping in the downstairs jacuzzi. That allowed him to understand it to be some type of bath. ""Oh, quite saucy... well, truth be told, if it is meant to be a 'shared' jacuzzi, maybe the skinny-dipping could be done together too sometime,"" Galen said before giving an awkward laugh, stroking through his reddish brown hair. Should he flirt with her? Her calming aura made it almost feel wrong to inject any kind of spicy tension into their conversation. Plus he didn't want to say the wrong thing and seem like a pervert or something.
""In any case, I'll keep it in mind,"" he decided to say with a little smile. ""Thank you."" If he wanted to say any more, maybe he could catch Lydia again after visiting the bar, and before going to his room. For now, he decided to head into the next room - a while after Axle had done so.

Axle grimaced a little at Nalia's brief scream, but was glad she recovered quickly from her shock and moved immediately to the bar to serve him a drink - exactly the type of thing he was looking for. He took a seat at one of the stools and slid the orb he was carrying around off his shoulder - making the counter creak a little under its weight as he put it down on its surface. She was really quite sweet, talking as though nothing had happened; he appreciated that. No awkwardness.
""Hm... liquor, please. The strongest you got,"" he replied with a slight smile, before turning his head and looking over the whole room. It seemed to be set up for some kind of event, but the place was empty apart from them. ""Nice place like this, I'm surprised you don't have more customers,"" he commented as he watched her pour the drink. ""And with a hostess like yourself... well... maybe you've heard this from other people before, but there's something about you."" His eyes narrowed a little as he observed her, while she served the glass of liquor.
""Thanks,"" he responded briefly, knocking the glass back instantly and nodding. ""Good stuff. I'll take more where that come from."" Opening his mouth with a little 'Ah', he squinted at her again. ""Just now, when I tripped into that table? That sorta stuff never happens to me. But in front of you, it did. It feels like there's something special about you.""

Before he could continue, he looked up as Galen entered, and grunted softly. Here he was getting away from him, guy keeps following after him.
“Remind me again why you’re constantly lingering within stabbing distance of me?” the man growled, to which the mage changed course away from the bar and awkwardly pointed towards the stage. ""I'm, er, just having a look around, seeing if there's an event going on or something.""
Axle shook his head then, hoping another refill would follow quickly. ""Jackass..."" he mumbled softly." 42,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T05:40:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia heard the scream as well, a little worried for her sister, not sure what happened. While the mage spoke, she quickly typed a few strokes on her keyboard and pulled up the security camera for the bar. All she saw was Nalia talking to the man, then proceeding to serve him a drink. Her brows knitted in confusion as she just tilted her head, not even hearing his flirt while her eyes focused on the screen. She managed to catch his final “thank you” when she lifted her eyes back to him and offer him a smile. “Of course. If you ever find yourself in need of anything, just let me know.”

Nalia simply went about serving the drink to the new patron while she listened to him speak. She definitely appreciated the kind words, far more enjoyable than the previous remarks about her. As he downed the liquor, she poured him another as requested, nodding at his observation. “Yeah, I’m not sure why that is either. Ever since we came here people started acting very strangely around us. When people talk to my sister they always seem so much more relaxed. Whereas me, I feel like the other person seems to be, I don’t know, weird? For lack of a better word? Sometimes some people start giving me, ya know, ‘those eyes’.” She proceeded to lift a single eyebrow, tilting her head downwards and smirking at him, giving him a very exaggerated version of a flirty expression as she wiggled her head a bit. “Like this.” She proceeded to laugh and put her face back together, going back to a more sincere smile. “Other times people seem to space for a bit. I take it that last one is what happened to you?”

Before she could hear his answer, however, she watched as another person entered her bar. “Wow, I actually have more than two people in here. Hallelujah.” She said the last word with slight sarcasm, but still grateful she’s got something to do now that there is somebody to serve. “That’s a karaoke machine.” She pointed out the sound machine with attached microphone on its stand. “If we had more people, they would proceed to pick a song and sing, if they wanted. If you want to give it a go, there’s a shelving there of songbooks, organized by universe, then system, then planet, in which you’ll find an assortment of songs in alphabetical order. If you need any help, let me know.” She grabbed another glass, deciding to join in on the first stranger in a shot of alcohol, finding his company rather enjoyable. After pouring it she turned to the man in the white hood, “would you like something while you look around?" 43,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-17T20:38:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“Your speaking about us like were morons, we are not as restricted as you think. We are just now figuring out people can be gay.” Freddie was not aware of the current times and the bisexuals and the pansexuals. Maybe if he had lived longer he would of seen how evolved the world has gotten in time. In his time the gays were just getting their beautiful flaming asses out of the closet. He did feel a little insulted when the man spoke poorly of humans. If humans were so bad in his eyes why was he going to so much trouble to with one?

Freddie opened the door and clapped his hands. “She did take care of me. Bless her heart.” Off in the corner was a large bathroom with not only a sunk in tub but a large shower. He sighed so happily when he looked to the doors going to back patio there was his hot tub and all it's slender. “Yes yes! Oh and my European king size bed. Tonight I will sleep like the rock god that I am.” Before he could give the rest of the room another glance he was whipped around to the others chest, his voice cried out a high note. “OUCH.” When he tried to push away to rub his poor topless body he was suddenly tossed over the man's shoulder. “No, not again. I don't want to go flying. I do NOT like surprises, put me down! PUT ME DOWN! No more flying.” Instead of flying he was throw to the bed, he bounced on the mattress watching the man take off his boots his swore. Enough was enough, this man had intentions that normally was more then expect-able for the singers lifestyle.

“Define better?” Sitting up on the bed a moment he spoke to the man whose name he still did not know. “You dragged me up to my own room with naughty intentions. You didn't even chase me, no drink, no dinner… you just carried me off? That is NOT how we do things on earth. I am Freddie Mercury. I tell you when I want you on my bed! You don't invite yourself on my bed. Now your going to tel me all about yourself right now.” " 44,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-18T01:06:00,Norden,"Axle had laughed, his gravelly voice coming out in blasts like the gleeful barks of a dog, when Nalia did her exaggerated impression of giving someone 'those eyes'. Hearing him joyful was an event Galen never expected to witness as he originally walked in, and he knew better than to comment on it. He wasn't sure if he'd interrupted anything between Axle and the lady - hopefully not. At least the barkeep seemed somewhat happy to have someone else visit her establishment.

""Ooh,"" Galen replied with slight excitement as Nalia mentioned the songbooks. He wasn't quite sure how all these complicated devices worked, but - 'song' and 'book', what else could it be but a collection of songs to look through? He was a little surprised that there were only titles and pictures to represent said songs rather than music sheets, but it was interesting seeing the sheer amount of musical content. He whistled softly as he browsed through... truth be told, it was overwhelming. ""I don't need anything, thanks!"" he answered quickly as Nalia asked if he wanted to have something.

While Galen was busy, Axle decided to ignore his presence and try to return to the conversation he was having, after downing another drink. He wasn't interested in singing himself, anyway. ""Got any pretzels, Ma'am? Got a craving,"" he said off-handedly, before focusing up. ""Anyway, you asked something... oh yeah, you mentioned spacing out. I guess you could say that happened to me there, yeah...""

His gaze got a little distant. In the past it had been positive to think of Lauren and Gemma - it had helped him focus, given him the mental energy to carry on, no matter how grim things got as he travelled through timelines trying to fix the mess the future had become. Of course the time-travelling device didn't work here - not even killing himself worked here. And now that he'd died trying to protect his family, what were once sweet memories now made him anxious. He'd been able to fix anything; just go back, go back more, try again at another point in time until you succeed, but now... he couldn't protect them. He couldn't do anything anymore. His enemies across so many different timelines had finally beaten him.

""You... reminded me of someone,"" he said finally after a pause, his eyes rearing up slowly to meet hers. ""Well, not that you look like her. Or sound like her. Or have anything the fuck at all to do with her. But when I spaced out, I got this really vivid image of her when I looked at you somehow.""
He cleared his throat, realizing he still hadn't said who he was talking about. ""Lauren, I mean. My wife. I also saw Gemma with her.""
He leaned on his elbow, his fingers roaming restlessly below his lips and across his skin as he could still clearly summon that image, like it was burned into his retinas. He forced himself to focus on Nalia again. Though he already knew the answer of what he was about to ask, he still asked anyway.
""There's no way out of this place, is there, Ma'am?""" 45,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-18T04:17:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“No it was a joke… no no a joke statement don't define it.” Freddie said trying not to laugh at what the man said, it was kinda cute how confused he was by his words. Freddie sighed a little, that didn't sound like a good life. So he was a killing machine, with a heart. Now he felt horrible for the way he acted. “That is terrible? What kind of life is that? That is horrible… see, then you can understand why I was a little scared. I mean look at you.” The singer pointed to the weapon. “That is a sword! I haven't see one since my tour in Japan and they were on the walls, not on mans back. That is scary to someone like me. Please stay, I am sorry for my behavior.” The man clapped his hands. ""It was my bad, I am at fault. We have different backgrounds this is just a communication problem that is all love.""

Nodding a little at the words. “I did, I did. You are beautiful darling you must know that right? OK, but I just wanted to talk a little before I had a taste? Is that a crime? Please stay, please. I am OK, I am. I was rude. I'm English I should know better love.” Freddie got up at once touching the man's arms pulling him gently back to the bed. “Stay, lets talk? Talk? Exchange words? OK, then we can see what happens? I do find you stunning. Stay? When I see something beautiful I act first and think after. I was rude. I honestly.”

Freddie let go of is arm and pointed to the mini bar. “Look get comfortable again, we have drinks here. Why go back? Have a drink with me here. Thank you for saving me from the elevator. Let me pour you a drink, Just talk with me, that is what we do before before… the other naughty stuff… we talk? OK?” The man said waiting for an answer as he poured two drinks. " 46,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-18T08:32:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia nodded at the mage, “well, if you find yourself in need of anything, just give me or my sister a holler.”

As she turned back to her first customer, she listened to his story, placing a bowl of pretzels in front of him as he requested. A feeling of dejection seemed to come over her. It was always the same story. She always seems to remind everybody of somebody. She was starting to feel like an ass backwards version of Good Luck Chuck. Nevertheless, she wasn’t about to voice these thoughts to the man who’s woes seemed degrees worse than her own, especially if somebody as important as one’s spouse was involved.

Nalia gave him a small sympathetic grin. She couldn’t empathize with his situation as, sadly, she never had the privilege of having somebody she could call significant in her life....well, except maybe her sister, but that isn’t quite the same thing. Plus, her sister arrived there with her. “I’m afraid so.” She answered him, a melancholy tone to her voice. “But, maybe Lauren and Gemma might end up here one day, too. You never knew who ends up here.” She gave him a shrug, honestly not sure herself. Obviously not everybody that has ever died ended up at the Convergence. If they did, this place would be cramped as all hell. She’s not sure how individuals end up here, what is the deciding factor, but if the possibility was there for him, then why not give him at least that small glimmer of hope for a reunion. It certainly beat the grim thought of being forever separated from the ones you love.

While all this was going on, Lydia remained at her front desk, making the necessary phone calls to hire the services of some repairmen to repair the service elevator. Seemed they would arrive in about 10 hours, having a job elsewhere that needs taking care of first. That was fine as far as she was concerned. Clearly they had all the time in the world, all the time in every world really. Once finished on the phone, she typed into her computer, sending out a message to some of the room staff. She sent in for somebody to check the rooms on the 19th floor for a piano. Lydia recalled there being one in a room for a previous guest, but couldn’t remember the number. If it was still there, she sent for the request for a few men to carry it up one floor to room 2000. She sent a second request for the same room for bottles of wine to be brought.

Once satisfied that all demands had been covered, Lydia sat back, relaxed...and started playing some solitaire while she waited for a new guest or for another request." 47,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-18T18:07:00,The Goodman,"It was a time away he was looking forward to.

Poe was on holiday but supposedly, here, time stood still. So, really, he'd be back at the same time he had left when he finally decided to leave. What a magnificent treat, he thought, his large wings rustling around him in gentle anticipation.

Entering the doors to the hotel, huge orb-like eyes, yellow and glittering, seemed to widen further as he took in the expansive lobby. Fur, black like ink, fuzzed out reflexively around his neck as Poe purred at the luxury of the place, his rabbit-like, feathered ears turning this way and that to take in the undercurrents his eyes could not see. The place was doubly bigger for someone of his size, standing at only 5', his slender, small feet with pointed black toes seen beneath the edges of his wings, wrapped around him like a charchoal grey cloak.

Spying the front desk, Poe made his way over, silent and eerily observant, feeling good already about his time away from the Dreaming and the work he did. Stepping up to the desk, he grew more hesitant to face the human female behind it; in the Dreaming, he never had to interact with dreamers, whether they were human or whatever. But in person... There was always an awkward barrier. He'd made a reservation, though, so, he hoped he could get through this with minimal effort.

Two spindly thin black arms with tiny baby-small hands on the ends emerged from the vague, glittering depths of his cocooning wing-cloak and he set them uneasily on the counter. ""Erm... Eh... Eh... .... .... Eh?"" he sighed at the woman, his voice gently masculine, his mouth opening like a slit in his face, revealing rows of white triangle teeth and a curly, yellow-orange tongue." 48,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T00:35:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie clapped his hands as he looked to the man watching him sit down. His brown eyes blinked a few times a little shocked the man changed his mind, he really looked like he was going to book it. With two fingers he slide one glass over to the other as his slender fingers went to grab his own. “Shots are not fancy, they are good for breaking the ice.” Waving his hand to the other bottles in the small cabinet to the side of him. “We have enough of these for a very long conversation. If you are still game.”

“Your staring at me when you should be talking to me.” The man said as he rested a finger on his mustache a moment trying not to laugh. There was a confusion here, humans and whatever his type was. They were two very different creatures. What was this man thinking right now? OK so he didn't want to kill him, he wanted to fuck him, but he didn't want to talk to him? So it was all animal behaviors for these creatures right? In his younger days yes he was all magic in the bed and never taking the time to get to know anyone. Maybe that is why he died the way he died, he wasn't about to be the same little slut in the afterlife. No, it was time for a change even if he wasn't about to say it out loud.

“You should tell me a little about yourself, or at least ditch the sword thing...”, wiggling his fingers to the floor. “Toss that on the floor, please. Dear god, it's scary as hell.” Pointing to the floor right when the man put his finger on his lips. OK so no more talking, he kissed the man's finger being funny and listened to what he had to say. He hoped it would be maybe a little about his background right? Yet the stranger didn't want to talk, but for good reason. “I have dark parts of my life I do not want to talk about either, I understand. I do, OK, no talking. That doesn't get you off the hook. You need to tell me a little something about yourself.” He laughed and pulled the chap stick out of his pocket. “Cherries, my favorite. I have to look my best. My fans are expecting it. Want some? Humans use it to keep their lips looking amazing. Trust me...”, Freddie removed the cap hesitating a moment before dragging it slightly over the man's lips. Pushing his own lips together a few times he pointed to his mouth. “Do this… see you will love it, trust me. Tomorrow your lips are going to feel like a million dollars.”

“Is this a sexual game? Are you going to blindfold me and put something large and long in my hand?” Freddie teased as he put the chap stick on the table and poured himself another drink. “No body parts in my fingers. Promise, talk… getting to know each other first… then maybe… more.” He was only kidding himself if he was going to be able to resist the other longer then he had already. There was still a slight fear, the man was huge, and powerful and there was still a really large sword in his hotel room. “OK I'm game. Do it. I trust you.” " 49,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T00:38:00,Norden,"Pretzel still crunching 'tween his teeth, Axle looked at Nalia with slight surprise in his eyes at her suggestion, before clearing his mouth and running a hand through his slicked back, dark grey hair. He understood what she was trying to convey, but...
""I did everything I could to keep them both alive, and happy. That was always my mission... that was what I wanted to come back to - both of them alive and happy. I'd rather not think of them in any way other than that, 'specially now that I can't protect them anymore."" His face was a bit tense as he spoke to her.
""Whatever this place is, it ain't heaven.That's where they deserve to go. If I do ever see them here, they better be old as shit and have lived fulfilling lives... but I'd rather never have to see them trapped in this realm, like me. If I don't see them here, then at least maybe they're better off."" He took another pretzel as his voice began to break a little by the end, bit off a piece and chewed, then cleared his throat to speak with the same hard and commanding tone as before.
""You and your sister,"" he began to ask then, gesturing an index finger to her and a thumb over to the lobby. ""You happen to remember anything... about what happened? What brought you here?""

As he was browsing through the selection, meanwhile, Galen came across a few songs that seemed to be labelled as duets, some even having a couple depicted on the cover art. That gave him an idea... Maybe he could ask the lovely Lydia if she wanted to sing with him. It seemed like she might be in a pretty boring, lonely position stuck at the reception area otherwise. And maybe they could get to know each other better. He nodded to himself, then left the songbooks behind and moved back over to the lobby. The mage was just about to open his mouth to speak as he noticed the new guest, and his eyes widened, first in surprise, then in endearment at the stammering, fuzzy creature.

""Oh my gods. Hello! My, you are so... exotic, if you don't mind me saying! Oh, sorry. You probably want to check in,"" the healer babbled as he looked from the tranquil receptionist to the mothman.
""Erm... there's something I wanted to ask you, Lydia, but I'll wait until after you've helped this, er... gentleman?"" he asked uncertainly." 50,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T01:35:00,The Goodman,"A new voice suddenly invading the area and addressing him had the psychopomp starting a little anxiously, turning huge yellow, glistening eyes on the human man. His feathered ears twitched sensing and ""tasting"" a bit of magic essence on the air although what kind, he couldn't thoroughly determine. Maybe if the fellow used some of it... Oh that would be a nice treat. Understanding human English, Poe thought that he might be complimented but he wasn't sure. In any case, there seemed to be a prior conversation happening between the two humans and Poe started to gurgle softly at the yummy emotions and sensations swirling about them.

""Mmm, sunny,"" Poe murmured in appreciation, complimenting the dreamers as he turned back to the lady at the desk, awaiting his reservation lookup and the reward of a room key." 51,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T01:56:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia lifted her eyes in surprise and then regret for her choice of words. “I’m sorry, that’s not entirely what I meant. I meant it simply when they do pass, hopefully after a very long life indeed, they might end up here. Unfortunately I don’t know what dictates which people were to come here.” She sighed and tapped her fingernails on the small shot glass she still left untouched. With a moment of thought, she gathered herself and took the shot, downing it in a single go while throwing her head back in the process before putting it back down, the amber liquid leaving a burn at the back of her throat. It was always hard for her to regale what had happened to the twins, but if it helped somebody else to hear it, she’d tell it.

“Well, Lydia and I were driving home from visiting with family.” Her fingers cradled her glass, staring down at a single drop of liquor that she’d missed. “We got into a bit of an argument... actually an all out fight. It was stupid...well,Iwas stupid. I don’t even remember what the argument was about, but I can’t not remember how she looked at me. I was so angry and all she could do was look back at me like she pitied me, which only infuriated me more...and I blew up. Because of me, she got distracted. Because of me, her eyes weren’t on the road, so we drove straight into a truck going in the opposite direction. After that...we woke up here, lying on the street. Both of us thought we had been tossed from the car. Our bodies ached like hell. It wasn’t until after we figured out where we were that we understood what had happened to us.”

Nalia continued to hate herself to this day about that. Not a moment goes by that she doesn’t feel the guilt. “Well, we’ve long since been done crying about our misfortune and my idiocy. I promised myself that I’d never let myself lose it to that degree again, especially not on her. We might not be able to die a second time, but we can still feel pain, both emotional and physical, and I’ll be damned if I let her feel that hurt again. By me or anybody else.” She smirked a bit, shrugging very slightly as she looked up to Axle again, “I suppose I can at least empathize with you on the ‘wanting to protect the ones we love most’ front. Knowing that I caused this future for us, that I put us here, it cuts deep. But, the die has been cast. There’s no changing the past. All I can do now is make the best of the situation, and do what I can to make sure we’re both safe and happy.” Which she’d be the first to admit can be rather difficult as there have been some fairly strong people who’d come through the hotel, and the brunette isn’t exactly versed in combat. At the very least, she’d inherited their mother’s tone of voice when things got out of hand. What the sisters jokingly called the “Mom” voice. Usually that alone was enough to make even the burliest of men to back down. She’s still pissed at herself for not using it earlier. Perhaps she reallyhadbeen swayed to not thinking clearly.

With a grunt of frustration, mostly at herself, she grabbed the bottle of liquor she’d been using to pour for the both of them, only to find it empty. “But...enough of the sappy stuff, I’m going to grab more of this from the back. You want another glass too?” She said, holding the empty bottle up to show him that there was none left in it.

Back at the lobby, Lydia watched the small creature walk up to her desk. She was taken aback rather quickly by its appearance, and then even more so when it tried to talk. Her eyebrows high, she could only stutter back, unsure of what it was or how to act around it, “uhm, I’m sorry...did you need something? Were you looking for a room, or something else?” Not long after, Galen appeared at her desk, seemingly bright in his attitude, which was certainly a breath of fresh air from the previous guests, but still she’d already had somebody waiting on her. So, she gave him a smile and simply stated, “Hello, it’s fine. If you could just wait a moment while I help this...uh...gentleman?....first.” Even she wasn’t sure how to address it. It could very well have been a girl. Or even had no gender at all. Monogendered species exist, she knew, but she didn’t know much about that. Nevertheless, she turned her eyes back to the creature, awaiting its answer to her query." 52,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T02:16:00,The Goodman,"Why...yes.... How silly of him to simply assume he could come up to the counter, giving the hostess a look and mumble at her and magically be understood. It gave him a fit briefly, Poe trembling and the charcoal colored peach fuzz of his face turning pink with anxious embarrassment as he fiddled his two hands together worriedly.

""Erm.... Poe... Eh... Eh...?"" he pointed at the computer yet a new anxiety struck him. Oh no! What if his name wasn't in there??? What would he do then??? He'd gotten a friend to make the call, someone who spoke more clearly than he. He'd never be able to book a room now! His holiday would be over before it even started!

Lightly opening his mouth to stutter small incomprehensible gasps, Poe reached within the cover of his wings and brought out a little change purse with a snap top, big enough to hold bills or cards or whatever. His tiny hand shook as he showed her that he was ready to pay. Oh, dear, Jung! Please let her give him a room! He was gonna die of mortification... " 53,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T02:33:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia tilted her head, her blue eyes blinking at him in slight confusion. “Poe?” Poe, she repeated the word in her mind, thinking on it some more. She’s never heard of such a thing, only for the gears to click when he showed her his coin purse of varying currencies. She almost felt embarrassed to take so long to realize it was his name. “Oh! That’s right! We had gotten a notification for a reservation yesterday for a Poe. I am so sorry, sir. Just give me one moment and I’ll pull up the information now.”

With a few clickety-clacks of the keyboard, she found the very reservation she’d referenced. “All right, all set then, sir.” Reaching over the counter, she handed him a keycard with the number 1101. “You’ll find your room on the eleventh floor. If you’ve need of any of our services, your room has been outfitted with a touch screen on the wall near the bedroom door. Just type your request and I’ll receive the message here at my computer, where I will then send for an available associate to deliver whatever you need. We also have a bar on this floor just over there,” she explained, pointing in its direction, “our anger rooms down that hallway across from there, and a pool and jacuzzi a floor below here. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She gave him a sweet smile and meant her words sincerely

Meanwhile, on an upper floor, specifically the twentieth, a group of men trudged along the long hallway carrying a bulking mass of wood, string, keys and pedal, while another led them with wine bottles in hand. Coming up the room labeled 2000, he knocked on the door, calling out. “Room Service!” The men behind him grunted, hoping the the person inside answers soon before they drop this beautifully pristine white piano on their toes." 54,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T03:10:00,The Goodman,"Oh joy! Thank Freud! She worried him a moment longer, the coins nestled in the belly of his coin purse jingling discordantly as he began to tremulously shake even more, crystalline tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes. Then she recognized him! Yes! Yes, that was him! Oh happy sunny day!

All signs of anxiety disappeared from him and he released a bright little sigh as she clicked at her computer and set him about his room. There was something contagious and sweet about her manner, Poe feeling more secure in her hands now that she understood he was a customer. As she explained everything, he thought he might like to try the jacuzzi later... He needed to be careful, his wings couldn't stand getting wet too much, so probably only one swim this visit. He was grateful for her pointing out the touch screen he'd be able to use in his room and bowed his head, feathered ears twitching.

""Er, thanx, thanx, thanx,"" he murmured in a jumbled, hurried little stream, using the ASL sign for ""thank you"" with hand repeatedly gesturing from his chin. ""Happy... Eh... Eh..."" Delicately, his tiny fingers pinched the room key card and he tucked it away, giving her a cheerful wave as he left the desk.

Heading towards the bar, Poe stood in the threshold of the space a moment, ears twitching, licking his lips over the emotions in the room before he had the thought that it wasn't very polite to lick people's subconscious energy when they weren't aware. Besides, this was vacation. Firmly, he shook a playful finger at himself to relax and stop working before adjusting his stance and gliding into the room up to the bar. He hesitated to interrupt but was it rude to watch?

He so did love to watch." 55,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T03:31:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie was confused, did he order something? He couldn't remember, as he got to his feet he put a hand up to the beautiful strange. “Don't move, please.” Before he stepped away he whispered a moment. “Do not forget, lose the sword please.” Pointing to the floor.

The man walked to the door and opened it as he jumped in one spot excited. “Oh my! Oh my! Yes… yes… Piano! WHITE! Virgin white!” He clapped his hands and said to the man in the room. “Oh look at it, look at how beautiful it is.” Freddie touched the beautiful piano with his fingers and sighed. “Bring it in put it over there. Let me get you a tip. Let me… hold on now.” As he reached into his back pocket he pulled out a couple of large bills and slide them into the pants pockets of the gentlemen.

With one last large bill he said to the men sternly. “Now this is for the ladies. Do not forget, give it to them… please please.” He pointed to the door of the hotel room. “Now hurry out. No offense but two is company and more is a crowd darlings.” Freddie walked to the man in the room and put a hand on his shoulder. “Later I will play for you? Not now, I'm ready…”, waving his hand to room service. “Thank you guys!! Close the door behind you.” He sat back down and looked to the other. “I trust you, blindfold me love.” " 56,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T05:36:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie watched the man walk to the piano, his fingers moving along the keys as the sound filled the room. It was indeed perfectly tuned, why would it not if this were the after world. He got to his feet and walked back to the piano as he circled the baby grand a moment. He stepped over to the lid lifting it a moment just to put the large wooden bar up letting the strings breath a moment. “She sounds better when you really open her up. Lets hope the other guest do not mind.”

Freddie kept walking around the piano as he disappeared out of eye sight of the other only to reappear finally in his eyes sight on the other side. Only once he came into the man's view he looked different, younger. As if time in the afterlife brought him to his most favorite form of all, his younger years. Looking to the bench he nodded a moment. “Do you play?” He must play if he asked him to play right? Sitting his ass to the bench on the free side his stash was gone, his hair was longer and his body was leaner. “I think I could get used to the afterlife. Now that I have a piano.” The man teased.

What would he play? There were so many options, would the other even know what he was playing? Was his music known that much through out the Universes? Would he simply try to keep up and figure it out? “I need a small warm up, forgive me if I over reach.” Lacing his fingers together and giving them a slight stretch cracking a few knuckles while he did he put his fingers on the keys just to warm up the hands playing anything from a few simple scales to a few minor cords before he decided in his mind what he truly wanted to play.

“Forgive me if you don't know it, I am not sure what you know and what you don't know. Unless our gifted in all types. I do love the sounds of a piano, it's the only instrument I really know. I know very little guitar but not enough to play anything well, well bad.” He laughed but got serious now. “I wrote this in 70's, I looked like this.” He said placing his hand to his chest. “I am really just a poet to be honest. A poet that puts words to music.” The man started playing 'Don't stop me now', it was a simple little piano melody that was just so soft and pleasing to the ears. It reminded him of his younger years, when life wasn't so crazy with tours and records, life was go go go. They were just starting out, barely getting their feet wet in the music business. He played it one octave higher leaving the lower half for the other, if was knowledgeable in it to step in. Was he? " 57,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T11:34:00,Norden,"Galen watched the interaction between Poe and Lydia patiently, finding it very interesting to observe this creature's nervous movements and noises mixed with words. He had no clue of the meaning of sign language, but even to him it was clear by the expressive and repeated gestures he was making that he was conveying a message with his hands. At least they looked like hands. ""Cool..."" he whispered softly.

After the creature started heading over to the bar, stared after by Galen in fascination, he turned his attention back to Lydia and focused on what he'd come here for. ""Erm... so, Lydia. What I wanted to ask... you know there's this song machine in the bar. Do you feel like doing a duet song with me? I understand you have your hotel duties, of course, but maybe when you're 'off work', so to speak?""

""I get ya, don't worry,"" Axle mumbled back with a nod at her quick apology, before watching her down her shot in one go. Probably meant she was heading onto thin emotional ice as well because of his question, the man figured. He listened silently and respectfully as she spoke. A fight that caused a car accident... nothing like the way he perished, as far as he could remember, except that it was also a violent demise. He saw the emotion in her eyes as she spoke about it, and he too could relate to her sentiments as a result of what happened. When she ended on the phrase 'do what I can to make sure we're both safe and happy', Axle smiled a little.
""Fucking amen,"" he replied softly, before nodding as she suggested grabbing another bottle from the back, and watching her go.

He wasn't sure if it was the booze clouding his mind, but for some reason he didn't sense the eyes on his back until he heard the very subtle but alien sound of movement behind him. The soldier swung around on his stool, and with the first glimpse of what he caught in the corner of his eye, his side-arm was drawn in one hand and the orb he was carrying clutched in the other hand as he raised his voice. ""...the fuck are you?""

At the same time, he could tell by the creature's movements that it had a rather nervous, reserved stance rather than a combat stance, and on top of that, its movements were far too... uncannily sentient for a large moth. It took him a moment to process that maybe this wasn't an oversized critter about to pounce to attack, after having somehow gotten past Lydia at the desk. Maybe this was...
""You a guest?"" he growled slowly then, gradually lowering the gun and letting the orb hang from his shoulder. ""Fucking hell. Let's get one thing straight: I don't likebugs. You keep a good distance from me.""

Axle got off his stool then, moving over towards the one furthest away from the stage while his eyes stayed on the creature. ""You want a drink, go sit over there,"" he commanded as he pointed over towards the stools closer to the stage. ""Otherwise, stay the fuck clear.""" 58,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T16:01:00,The Goodman,"Oh... Oh no! Poe immediately held up his tiny baby hands in the face of the gun pointed at him, eyes wide, form shivering, once again a nervous wreck. How did he get out of this one? ""Eh...! Eh....!"" Poe sighed frantically, that blush turning the velvet of his face pink again in his anxiety.

Unlike these people...Poe was not dead. A psychopomp from the Dreaming, he could move between the overlapping neighboring worlds at will. So...if he got shot, he could die here. And this sort of purgatory was not where psychopomps ended up when they were deceased.

When the mechanical man finally realized that he was not a hideous monster but in fact a hotel guest, Poe was only too eager to nod and agree, ""Um...yes! Yes... Eh...!""

As the gun was put away, Poe lowered his hands and slumped visibly in relief. Sure, that was fine. Not many people liked insectoid beings or creatures, although Poe resented just the tiniest bit being called a ""bug"". But he totally got it. To be fair, he hadn't intended on making a lot of friends here; mostly, he was here to enjoy company without being at work on dreams.

Directed on where he should go, Poe glanced at the indicated seats and gave the machine man the equivalent of a smile, showing him a tiny thumbs up and peace sign as he muttered, ""Yes... Yes.... Eh..."" and moved over to the stool closest to the stage area. Once there, he preoccupied himself with inspecting the stage and softly gurgling in appreciation for the decorations." 59,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T17:46:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Either he was a fan or he knew good music when he heard it. The other had no problem jumping into the song on the piano, which impressed the singer. Freddie cut it short a little to speak to the man but the man spoke first with a request of his own. “Good old fashioned Lover boy?” Freddie questioned a little surprised with a laugh. “So you are a fan? So where your from they have music? Our music? I wrote it in 76, it was instant hit. They all loved it.” The man said as he kept to the piano bench watching the other get up a little confused now. He watched him for a moment then turned back to the piano playing without singing a word yet.

“Distractions?” Was that a dare? The man was joking right? “Please your kidding? Have you seen me in concert? In Brazil we played for 250,000 people.” Freddie said bragging a little and thinking back to that beautiful crowd, they were singing along loving every moment of that concert. It was one of his finest performance. “I think I can handle a little distraction darling.”

He stopped playing and clapped his hands happy now. “It's about time you put that horrible thing to rest. Cover it with a throw blanket, it looks cold.” Teasing of course as he watched the man gently lay his weapon on the sofa. Freddie had his piano and this man had his masamune thing that the singer just called a sword. To each their own he thought right?

Freddie went back to the piano, the beautiful sounds could be heard in the room once more. The only difference was his voice was added to the mix. The singer loved this song, like all his songs he knew them by heart. Every word, every note he had played so many times for so many people that it was carved deep into his memory.

Freddie could feel that, his hair being touched, his shoulders being rubbed every so gently. There was the smallest layer of goosebumps cover his body, maybe the other wouldn't notice. The man was still behind him, touching him, opening his shirt. Every note so far was perfect, ever word was right. There was one flaw, the smallest crack came out in his voice but he quickly covered it up. When those fingers found his garden of chest hair he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in between words struggling to maintain control over his actions. The other was not only beautiful, but highly seductive as well.

Thank god the man stepped aside for a moment. He had time to gather himself up and get his head back into the song. Freddie ignored the sounds behind him, if he could tune out a crowd he could tune out the man struggling with whatever he was doing behind him. Pressing the keys harder and singing stronger and louder he knew he was in the zone, the words and the music just playing getting lost in it. His eyes were closed but he felt the blindfold, to involved in the song to ask what the other was playing at now.

Just like that Freddie lost, once those lips were against his belly he fucked up the song. A sore note on the ivories followed by a horrid mix up with the words finished off by a slam on the keyboard from his own fingers. “Damn it...”, he knew wouldn't live this moment down in the others eyes. The great Freddie Mercury can't play shit while someone's arousing every inch of his body. The heat was rising, his body was aching now. This man was slowly wining this game, no in fact he had won!

He yanked the blindfold off tossing it to the ground, gently he pushed the man off of him as he got to his feet and picked on one of his famous ADIDAS sneakers. Yanking the man over the piano bench he huffed. “Now you get punished!” With the sneaker in his hand he whipped it across his ass rough, he was a big boy he could take it. “You ruined a good song!” He slapped the man in the ass with it again. “Didn't you? You did it on purpose, bad! So bad!” Freddie yanked the man's pants down and this time slapped the sneaker across he bare ass. Freddie was passionate about music, he hated messing up. “Say your sorry.” The singer said as he pushed his lips up against the man's ear. “Say your sorry… or do you need another slap?” Teasing the man now as he rubbed the sneaker against his ass. " 60,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T19:18:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his request. She did say that if any guest had any to ask her, she would do what she can to provide. While this particular request wasn’t typical, it was certainly similar to many she’s had before. Most of the time she would find an excuse, hotel duties certainly being her most used, but she kinda liked the idea of taking a break to karaoke. She could only wonder what the mage even knew when it came to duets. They both hailed from different worlds, surely the music was different too.

“I’ll see if I can find somebody to cover the desk for me. Just give me a moment.” With that, Lydia picked up her phone and sent out a call to the staff. With a quick conversation, somebody already finishing up his break in the anger rooms stepped out of the adjoining hallway and made his way towards them. He was tall and tan. His hair was shoulder length and black, and pulled back into a messy ponytail. He wore a red bandana across his forehead and had a few scars across the left side of his face.

He had a scowl on his lips as he stalked towards the receptionist desk, his red eyes focused on Lydia before resting on the mage. He didn’t say anything, only grunted while he took over the space for Lydia to retreat and have a break. He fidgeted a moment with his bow tie, something that was standard with the hotel’s staff uniforms, while Nalia and Lydia could wear something more casual. He never did enjoy that fact since working here. He was never used to such constructing clothing, preferring shirtless with shorts. Nevertheless, the job gave him something to do in this boring ass dimension.

After giving her employee a word of thanks, she turned to Galen and said, “Well? Shall we?” And proceeded to make her way to the bar.

Back at the bar, Nalia had walked out of the room already by the time Poe walked in and took his place far away as Axle had suggested, so by the time she returned with a new bottle in hand, it fell to the floor and shattered, spilling its contents everywhere. Lydia screamed, a shrill sounds of fear coming from her throat as she ran to Axle, practically jumping on his back, yelling, “oh my god kill it! Kill it! Kill it!”

Lydia has just walked in to see the spectacle her sister was creating, and immediately rushed to Poe’s side, already concerned with his nervous demeanor and worried that her sister’s reaction might make him flee. With her hands on his shoulders, she called out to her twin, “Nalia! Calm down! He’s a gu-“

“Lydia get away! It’s a big monstrous bug! He’s here to eat us or fly in our hair and be all creepy crawly and yuyuuuuggghhh.” She just made a sound of disgust and shivered in kind, still clinging to the bionic man.

“Nalia, please, he’s a guest!”

That made Nalia freeze for a moment and look at her sister wide-eyed. “A bug?! Really?!?!” Lydia just gave her a disappointed look and shook her head. “Ok ok...just....don’t eat me...alright? Otherwise I’ll get my fly swatter.”

“I’m sorry, sir. Please. Have as much of whatever you’d like, I’m sure my sister would be happy to serve you. She said her last statement while giving Nalia a pointed look, before leaving Poe’s side to take a look at whatever songs Galen was hoping to sing.

Nalia tentatively stepped away from Axle, brushing at his arm, whispering a bashful ‘sorry’ before cleaning up the mess she made. Once finished, she asked the moth creature, “uh...so....whuddya want?”" 61,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T19:40:00,The Goodman,"A fuzzy tremor went through Poe as the pretty lady began to shriek for his death, yellow golden eyes wide with horror and shame. ""No...! Eh... Erm... No! No! Kill! No...!"" he mumbled worriedly, his tiny hands clutched up to his slit mouth and his wing-cloak fluttering in despair. Oh, great! Robot man really was going to shoot him now!

When the desk lady showed up to correct the error, Poe watched on in tempered anxiety, waiting as the mood slowly shifted and the scared lady began to calm. He had to admit, as much threat and terror to his well-being as this all inspired, the surge of emotions in the room were quite lovely and delicious. Finally, everyone seemed on the same page and Poe rested his black hands on the bartop, twitching his feathered ears in gratitude before turning to the other woman, Nalia.

""Sunny lady..."" Poe mumbled, trying to compliment her, then squeaking in sharp anxiety as he realized that could be accidentally misconstrued as a response to her question. Sweating and blushing, looking down as he poked his fingers together, Poe sighed in benign distress, ""Eh.... Eh... Sweet drink... Eh....""

How did he say honey? Or syrup? Or fruity cocktail? The words eluded him and he became even more embarrassed, covering his eyes with his too small hands. Maybe it would be better to spend holiday in his room? He wouldn't get to be around people but at least he could get things he wanted by pushing buttons on a touchpad. None of this, ""how you say...?"" business and clueless looks and terrified screaming and threats to his life." 62,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T20:28:00,Norden,"Axle was tempted to take care of the 'problem' for Nalia, he really was. But regardless of his distaste for Poe's skittery, stuttery, jittery bugginess, he didn't kill anything or anyone unless it was a threat. Though the creature was disgusting, it was pretty clear he wasn't a threat - at least right now. He did enjoy having Nalia at his arm somewhat, but used his other arm to tap hers reassuringly and try to calm her down. ""Yeah, he's... a guest I guess,"" he muttered reluctantly, reinforcing what Lydia was saying as it confirmed what he already knew. After all he did pride himself on doing what was best, not what was most convenient for himself.
""You run an interdimensional hotel... you're gonna get a few freaks,"" he concluded with a shrug, staring wistfully at the broken bottle and spilled liquor on the floor. With a groan, he stood up then as Nalia went to take Poe's order, and began to walk around to the other side of the counter. ""Lemme clean that up while you get... Sir Bug's order,"" he grumbled sarcastically. ""At least I can't get a glass cut in my mechanical hand, and I wouldn't want you to slip on that stuff either.""
Appointing himself as deputy bartender, he quickly went to the back to grab tissues and a sweeper and can, and got rid of the hazard while Nalia was busy.

Coming in together with Lydia, Galen was also quick to rush to Poe's side and defend him. ""Hey now! Just because he looks different..."" the healer tutted, before going up alongside the mothman to help decipher what he wanted.
""Um, I think he wants something non-alcoholic? And sweet. Maybe like sugar water? Something very sugary,"" Galen attempted to help as he looked at Poe and listened carefully to what he was trying to vocalize. Then he excused himself quickly to go over to the song books with Lydia.

""Well, that was... something. Anyway,"" he said with a soft chuckle. ""Um... where I come from songs aren't catalogued like this. Most of them are just instrumental and then there are some folk songs everone knows. None of them are specifically for two people, that's why it's pretty interesting for me. And, well... it seems like there's musical talent in your family, so I was hoping I could hear some of yours too. I like the sound of your voice normally already."" He went a little red as he realized he was babbling off course a bit, then corrected.
""Anyway, erm. Would you pick out a song for us? I'm not too sure which are actual songs for two people and which aren't... I mean, I saw a song called Little Talks that was labelled a duet but then it also mentioned something like Of Monsters And Men? That reads more like an epic tale of heroism to me, so..."" Galen laughed and smiled awkwardly. ""I'm confused.""

After quickly cleaning up the spill and glass shards, Axle went looking for a bin to dispose of it, then turned around to have a look around the drink storage in the back. He returned to the counter with a bottle of the stuff he was drinking before and a grin to Nalia. ""I got us covered,"" he told her with a brief wink as he grabbed a new glass for her. ""Something tells me you can use a bit more of this."" He then ventured back to his spot and poured another shot for both of them." 63,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-19T21:10:00,MonsterMistress,"“Sweet, huh?” Nalia pursed her lips, hearing both the soft stuttering of the moth and the mild demeanor of the mage and repeating what they said, she found herself thinking for a moment of what she had. Glancing around behind the counter at the shelves of liquor, she decided that might not be the best option. Especially if she didn’t know what a drunk bug was like, it seemed the timid version is tolerable to what she could imagine if she introduced alcohol to the mix. No, instead her eyes scanned lower towards the cabinets, in which she found all the mixers. Strawberry syrup, perfect. It’s sweet, and mix it with a bit of water to dilute it so the flavor wouldn’t be too overwhelming. So, she pulled it out and did just that, making an off-brand strawberry juice drink that she slipped a straw into and slid across the counter towards the fuzzy creature, the glass coming to a stop just a few inches short of the edge at where he sat. “Enjoy!”

With a satisfied sigh, she turned her attention back to Axle, who had not only cleaned up her mess, but also managed to restock the lost liquor and pour the two of them new drinks. She couldn’t help but smile widely. Nobody had offered her help before. And sure, she could certainly use another glass after everything so far. She lifted the shot to him, “saluti?”

While this was happening, Lydia did her best at holding back laughter. He wasn’t the first to compliment her voice either. She would be lying if she said she didn’t find the whole encounter rather adorable. He didn’t seem super confident, but he wasn’t exactly mouselike either. “I actually love the song Little Talks. It’s not really an epic, but it is very pretty. Here, I’ll show you how it works.” She brought the book over to the machine and punched in the associated number. She gestured for him to join her on stage as she stood in front of the mic stand, handing him the second mic that was hanging on the side of the machine. The intro music began to play as the title of the song showed up on the small screen that lit up on the machine. Lydia pointed to it, explaining how it worked to the mage. “So, you see how it’s counting down? It’s showing us how long the intro music is before we start singing. When the words show up, they’ll be in three colors. Red, those will be the words I sing. Blue will be the words you sing. And purple we harmonize together. And you sing into here.” She pointed to the mic she had handed to him, her own she proceeded to take off the stand so that he was not the only one having to hold it. And before long, she sang the first line." 64,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-20T00:38:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie saw that look and dropped the shoe, did he push to hard? Did the man not realize he was trying to be sexy? Oh shit, his eyes darted too the sofa where the sword was and back to the man. “Now I was trying to arouse you. Lets not get to upset. We do this kinda thing on earth we...” Suddenly he was lifted, their faces meeting once more. Freddie was about to speak again when he felt those soft lips were moving running along his body, his neck, he moaned running his slender fingers through that long silky hair. “You win beautiful. No words.” There was no point fighting the man off, he wanted a slice of him as well. The singers lips smashed against the other, his tongue wrestling against Sephiroths as his mouth moaned into each kiss. When the kiss broke he laughed a moment feeling himself being carried off to the bed. “Do show me, show all …. night… long.”

-hours later-

There was the slightest bounce on the bed that shifted the singer awake, his brown eyes blinking in the dark. Rolling over he looked up at the man now awake and seemly confused. It was dark but Freddie could still see him struggling with his thoughts. “Tell me your not losing sleep with regret?' The man sang out lightly but softly in the dark. His fingers tracing over Sephiroths leg a little under the blanket. “Something is wrong?” He gathered his naked body up into a sitting position as the blankets covered his lower half, Freddie moved his hand to the others back. “After life is confusing, trust me… my mind brain farted in the bar. I was flipping through the song book when it hit me… I was dead. We are dead...”, then he paused why had he not seen it before. “Unless your not dead?”

“Do you need a drink? You look like you do.” Shifting out of the bed he walked to the mini bar naked and returned with a few small bottles placing them on the bed as he climbed back on. “Drink one, it will help.” Freddie moved behind him draping his legs over to each side of him as he stayed behind him. Freddie moved the man's long hair to the front of him so he could better run his hands along his bare back. “OK spill it, what is wrong? Your not telling me something? We were supposed to talk… don't get me wrong. I highly enjoyed what we did instead… trust me. I may not sit right for a week. Now I get what I want, you have to talk to me. Starting with what is bothering you.” " 65,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-20T01:46:00,The Goodman,"With a hum of appreciation, Poe took the glass that was offered to him and politely removed the straw, setting it aside on the bar. Opening his slit mouth and unfurling his yellow orange tongue, he suckled up the very sweet and flavorful strawberry drink. As the couples divided into their two sections, Poe decided it was too tempting to want to lick and suck up the yummy subconscious energy coming from them all. He was on holiday! He was supposed to be relaxing! And already twice, he'd been threatened. It was probably best if he did seclude himself into his room for a bit.

Sucking to the bottom of his glass, making a soft slurpy sound, then with dainty fingers, Poe removed the keycard from inside his wing-cloak. 1101. Eleventh floor. Then he'd have the benefit of being able to touch words on a screen in order to communicate his needs.

Slipping off of his stool with a tiny burp, Poe left his empty glass on the bar and with keycard in hand, left to go use the elevator, riding it up to his designated floor. He knew what he wanted. A bloomin' onion. Oooh! Yum! With dipping sauce! As soon as he got to his room, that was what the little psychopomp ordered from the touchpad. Then he found the bed was very human sized, which made him happy, his 5' forcing him to climb up onto the mattress and the entire thing dwarfing him. Purring pleasantly to himself, he spread out in a starfish, barely able to reach any of the sides with hands or feet, his wings falling open to reveal glittering membranes colored like fading twilight." 66,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-20T09:05:00,Norden,"Grateful for her explanation, and after only a little bit of feedback from the microphone, Galen Forrester was beginning to get into it. He didn’t know the song and to his surprise it was about a house or a ship perhaps, rather than men fighting monsters - although in this case the role of the male singer did seem to be to keep certain inner monstrosities at bay. Regardless, he had a nice, steady singing voice and he sort of improvised his way around marrying the words on the screen to the beat and the instrumentals, aided by Lydia glancing at him when it was his turn to sing. This karaoke thing was kinda fun.

The smile with which Nalia came back to have a drink was nice too, made Axle feel almost... welcomed. All he did was clean up a spill, but if she was so happy about that then maybe her life as a bartender here was pretty solitary. He lifted his glass as well, with a subtle smile on his hardened face. “Or as the Russians say, za zda-ró-vye. Or something like that.” He toasted her glass, careful not to spill, and let the liquid slide down his throat. The moth-guy even left and Lydia and Galen were putting on a show for ‘em. Things were actually looking pretty good. “Kid’s having fun up there,” he chuckled with a nod towards Galen.

Though there wasn’t a position of the sun or moon in the sky to tell the time, there was a general sense of an evening atmosphere progressing. Axle couldn’t sing, so he was happy to let the others take the stage for a few songs. He even encouraged Nalia to take her turn up there with a song of her choosing, while Lydia and Galen cheered her on, and he did, too. In exchange, he promised to help her clean up the bar when the night was drawing to a close after a few hours.

“That was fun,” Galen told Lydia with a grin. By now they had moved to the doorway leading to the bar. “Shame we didn’t have this where I come from. If only I could send a message back, I’m sure the magineers could fix up some kind of magical device to do a similar thing. Would probably be really popular at inns.” Having forced his hood down by now, when it usually sprung right back up because of the stiff material it was made of, he laughed as he looked at Lydia, before trailing off.

“Anyway, milady,” he said jokingly as he bowed to kiss her hand. “Thank you for sharing a few songs with me and showing me your beautiful voice in all its glory. I suppose it’s time for me to head to bed.”
He figured that’s probably also where Poe disappeared to when he left the bar.

Meanwhile, Axle kept to his word, helping move the tables and chairs after inspecting and wiping them down with Nalia so that could he could help her sweep the floor afterwards. Not so steady as he was when the night started, mind you. Not only Nalia’s presence, but also a few bottles of liquor could make him stumble. When he went to put the brooms away with her, he laughed softly. “I wouldn’t trust myself to be able to count the stock anymore, so that’ll have to be for another time.”
He liked to look at Nalia more the longer he spent with her. Slowly, the flashbacks to memories had begun to lessen, making him less anxious to look. And of course, she was pretty too. His excuse, of course, for getting so friendly - if you could call cleaning a room with someone that - was that he was drunk.
“You were good on stage,” he told her then. “If we weren’there, you probably could have made it big. Or maybe you still can make it big here, what the fuck do I know, right,” he shrugged with a chuckle." 67,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-21T17:12:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Still sitting behind the man he put his hands on his hips as he watched him down the tiny bottle, then another. Freddie let out a laugh, “I should of brought more over if I knew you were going to down two at once.” Resting his chin against his back he whispered listening to his regrets when he spoke of life. “Work is work, life is life. When I am on stage I am not the same person I am in private. I am outgoing and outrageous but that is what the people want. In private I am shy and laid back. Yes I was known to throw a party or two but with enough alcohol in ones system who doesn't open up like the little flower right?” Freddie picked up one of the bottles in his fingers opening it up he took a drink downing the contents and putting the empty bottles along the night stand.

“You don't think your dead?” As the singer had stated before, he had a sinking feeling that the other was not in fact dead. If he wasn't dead then what was he doing there? There had to be a reason, maybe the afterlife caused one to lose their memory? He could still see confusion or worry in his face, but he wasn't sure what yet. “If your not dead then what? You go on to another mission?” Always things were to good to be true? The thought of leaving his promiscuous life behind was easier said then done and yet he fell into his old habits. This was the perfect example, a beautiful man walks into a hotel and Freddie spent an evening with him. Would he ever learn? No, sex was like an addiction to him, only now in the afterlife it didn't have consequence like before. So there goes another knotch on the belt so to speak. Was he upset about it? No he tried not to think about it, if the other was not going to stay then so be it. Freddie would not show his sorrow, but there was sorrow.

Leaning into him he ran his hands from his hips to his chest holding him to his body. The comfort was real, the warmth was not something he was willing to let go. Then the man spoke holding a finger to Freddie’s lips, he grinned thinking it was a game but heard the man speak a demand. Getting off the bed he garbed the hotel robe and slide it on to his slender frame his arms crossing a moment as he stood back letting the man inspect the sound. Freddie's ears perked up, no he knew that sound.

Following the man he spoke quickly. “I know what it is! Yes yes open the door!!!” when the door opened he clapped his hands and got on his hands and knees seeing the two cats enter.

Scooping them up as he sat on the floor he placed them in his lap, his fingers running over their smooth coats. “Look at my babies, so young and healthy. Just like when you kittens. Yes? Of course, you died I remembered when you died. Yes come to daddy.” Freddie had so many cats in his life time, these two were his favorites. There were others he loved dearly but they were still alive living with Mary and his x lover Jim. Maybe some day when they died he would see them again. Till then he had these two little beauties. “Daddy is so happy to see you. Oh my little ones. Did you miss me? You did? Yes.” Placing kisses on their little heads he picked them up and placed them on the bed.

Holding up one he showed the man. “This is Ziggy. He is so friendly, trust me.” He placed the cat in front of the other as he picked up the other one kissing it's little head. “This is Whiskers, see his long whiskers.” Putting the cat down he sighed a little. “This place is no nightmare, it's place is perfect. I have a beautiful room, a piano… two of my favorite babies. I have a hard time believing this place is hell? Nothing is wrong, it's perfect here.”

Letting the cats settle he got to his feet walking to his large suite case and flogging it open looking for a few items. Freddie let his robe fall to the floor, his naked forum by the window as he started to dress slowly. His eyes darting back to the man so often. “Lets explore the hotel, come on. Bring your sword thingies, it makes you look like a bad ass.” Squeezing himself into his tight pants he shifted through a few shirts till he found one to his liking as he let out an exhausted breath. “I need to hang everything up sooner or later… this is a mess. My clothes are to fetching to be in this damn little bag for to long.”" 68,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-26T20:25:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie was kind of a big deal on earth, even years after his death he was considered a Rock God. The phrase the humans used to describe the singer could easily be mistaken by another race of creatures. This did not mean the singer was weak, he had studied boxing in school and was very light on his feet. If the two were to fight in combat he may not survive but he would put up a good fight. Then what? Would Freddie die again? Double death? None of this was a concern to the beautiful man, he had no clue what the other was thinking. All he knew is that his new friend was delightful to be around.

The two little cats settled down on the large bed as if they owned it, which didn't bother Freddie at all. When they all were alive on earth he was used to them getting their own ways, even running the show there. As he walked to the full length mirror he ran his hands down his body and nodded. “Yes, I am going to stay in this forum. At least for a while. Yes, yes.” Running his fingers over his bare lip it was different to be younger again. No mustache, it was such a big part of his life for so long. It's not like he couldn’t switch back if he wanted to right?

“Freddie to Seddiepoop… come in Seddiepoop.” The singer sang out watching the man space out a moment. “Dress, dress… we need to go mingle. Plus we should double check on the girls. We did leave them hanging, I am sure they think you have cut me in half by now right?” Stating his own worries he glided over to the man and put a finger under his chin as he leaned in kissing him gently. His lips brushing against the others softly. “Maybe we can run into others? Oh other dead people… or aliens… or soldiers like you! Just think of whom we could meet. I love meeting people. Dress dress...”, Freddie ran over to the leather jacket on floor and yanked out his hotel key for later.

Sitting on the bed with a bounce just for the fun of it he leaned down picking up his sneakers and slipping them back on. “Don't forget the sword thing. Wait idea.” Jumping off the bed he picked up the leather jacket and slipped it on as he stuffed a few of the small mini bar bottles into the pockets. “There, now you can drink me down?” Teasing a little as he clapped his hands. “Dress dress!!! Please!!!” " 69,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-30T22:04:00,MonsterMistress,"The night was fairly jolly among the group of four in the bar. It might not have been busy, but it certainly was not boring. Nalia didn’t need much egging on from Axle to get on stage and sing her heart out. She’s always loved singing. While her voice wasn’t quite as lilting as her sister’s, it never stopped her from stepping up to a mic and switching the machine to one of her favorite songs by Frank Sinatra, The Best is Yet to Come. She always felt like one of those old-timey, black and white, sexy ladies with the long sleek black dress, hair up in curls with a flower at her ear, draped with pearls, crooning into the microphone and belting at moments of high emotion. Karaoke was one of her favorite escapes, besides video games, which was why the machine existed in her bar in the first place.

When the hours wore on, Lydia and Galen left the bar, leaving Nalia and Axle to clean up. Thankfully there wasn’t much due to the small party of people, so it was finished rather quickly despite their inebriation. She waved off the remark about him not being able to count the stock and shook her head, as if to say “don’t worry about it.” She’d never expect him to go that far in helping her. Then when he complimented her, she could only laugh. “I had dreams, sure, but they were only dreams. Fantasies. I never made any effort to pursue them, and honestly I had no drive to either. I was content just doing this.” She motioned to the karaoke machine with her head as she cleaned up the wires connected to it, wrapping them up to put them away. “Being a big star looks glamorous, but it also looks crazy stressful.” She laughed. “Life alone is stressful enough. Didn’t need to add any more on top of it. As for here...hmm, I’m not sure how it would work here, but it’s certainly a thought to ponder on I suppose.” As soon as she finished gathering all the karaoke machine’s peripherals and stowed the whole thing appropriately away, Nalia made her way to the other side of the bar once more, filled up two large glasses of water, and slid one over towards Axle, keeping the other for herself to drink from. “We may be dead, but hangovers are still a thing. Drink up.” She flashed him another smile and laughed before bringing her own glass to her lips and drank.

Meanwhile, Lydia could only laugh awkwardly at Galen’s method of addressing her. The last time she was confronted with a man who bowed his head, kissed her hand, and called her “m’lady” was when she was still alive, and the fellow wore a fedora and smelled of rotted onions. That was when Nalia laughed at her and explained to her about...intels? Impshells? She couldn’t remember the word, but the whole experience at the time definitely skeeved her out. Nevertheless, she’s not on Earth anymore. She’s not in her own time. Nobody here is. Galen could very well hail from a medieval or renaissance era of time. His clothes and speech certainly inferred that to be so. So this was merely what is deemed proper in his mind. So, she smiled, sincerely, and nodded her head, thanking him for the lovely compliment and wishing him a good night, as well as an enjoyable stay.

“Sleep well, Galen.” She said, giving him a slight bow of her own head before turning to head back to the front desk where she had left J to watch over for the past few hours. Originally she had intended to only be there for a song or two, but the atmosphere was so much fun she had lost track of time...not that time really existed. Still, her employee still gave her a look of frustration, but not before sneering at the small mage and rolling his eyes. He witnessed the exchange and thought it pathetic. Still, Lydia gave J her “boss lady” look, reminding him customer service was his top priority. And how a person addresses and interacts with another is none of his business. The taller man just shrugged before grumbling under his breath and leaving the front desk to her again. Lydia only sighed. It was always a silent exchange with him. She was beginning to wonder if she’d ever hear the man speak. Nalia was the one who had hired him, not Lydia, so she didn’t even know the man’s credentials or history, or even his name. But, her sister seemed excited to have him on board, so what could she do?

As J disappeared down the hallway of the anger rooms, Lydia retook her seat at the front desk, seemingly at the same time, in much the same way, that Nalia took her seat behind the bar, both with a sigh. Tired. But not sleepy. The sisters don’t seem to ever be sleepy these days....nights...divisions of nonexistent times. But there are always people who need a reprieve, be it a bed, a drink, a swim, a fight, or even just a momentary’s escape, they were happy to provide." 70,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-01-31T11:27:00,Norden,"After parting with Lydia, Galen began to make his way over to the section with the elevator and stairs. The metal panels and button didn’t mean much to him, but stairs he could understand. Which was his room again? He dug up his keycard, which read ‘203’. Hm. He hoped he’d be able to find where this room was exactly, as he began to climb the stairs. Luckily, on the first floor up, he encountered a sign displaying some numbers and arrows pointing the way. Those had to be the room numbers and where to find the rooms. It looked like he was going to have to climb up some more along these stairs, however.

“You got a point there,” Axle nodded in response to Nalia's comment about stardom being stressful. As for how it would work here... ""No idea. Don't think there's a centralized media network around this place,"" he added with a chuckle, before watching her walk over to stow away the karaoke machine. His eyebrow raised when she then came back and filled two glasses with water. He wasn't used to that in any bar, and he could put away a whole lot of booze. But he caught the glass as she slid it over to him nevertheless, taking in what she said and grumbling indulgently. ""Guess some water can't hurt, in any case... Cheers.""
With a few gulps, he emptied the glass and set it back down, then looked over at her again.
""You know... I already told you that I saw my family when I looked at you, right? Well... it seems the effect's worn off a little. Whatever strange thing you and your sister got with people, I mean. Do have to say I've started liking you more and more, so maybe the effect's just evolving to the point where I will start giving youthose eyes,"" he joked with a harsh laugh, referring to her statement earlier. ""Luckily for you, I ain't that far gone yet. And I like to think I'd be more original about it when it gets to that point.""" 71,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-01T15:38:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Clapping his hands as he watched the other gather his weapon getting used to seeing the large blade across his chest. Freddie walked behind him and ran his fingers over it as he asked a rather silly question. “If we are dead what use is a weapon? Or, can it still harm someone here?” Well who would want to spend the afterlife all chopped up right? That would be a little displeasing to say the least. “My little babies, I barrow some bowls from the bar and bring you up some waters.” Right before stepping out of the door he turned on the TV for the cats putting it on a nature documentary as he left the remote on the bed joking around of course. “In case you want to change it darlings.”

Returning the kiss he whisked himself through the door and walked to the stairs as he made a true fact. “Well your going to have to because we broke the elevator. I don't think it's called a lift if we are going down?” He joked a little as he walked a couple of the stairs being silly. “Maybe I should make you walk? Do you have the strength to? Or did I wear you out in the bedroom?” He slowly walked down a couple of the steps looking up to the man just so, each step pausing a moment as he spoke. “Oh it's to much… it's to hard… how ever will I stand the walk… your right I need a lift.” Being a little over dramatic but comical at the same time he reached up and put his arms around the other. “Yes give me a lift, it won't be the last time we are along. Well for a while but not forever. I am going to take you back to my hotel room and keep you for as along as I can… till you get tired of me.” " 72,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-01T16:42:00,Norden,"Galen looked up and blinked a little in surprise as he heard people move around, and found himself suddenly faced with the very large, silver-haired man whose aura loomed a little over everyone else in his presence. And he was staring at him. ""Oh. Er, hello. Nice to meet you both. Yes, I'm a guest, like you two I suppose?"" he asked with a bit of an awkward smile.

Coming closer, he gave Sephiroth a cautious handshake, feeling for a moment a surge of some kind of intense magical energy as he made contact that made his eyes widen, though he tried to keep cool. After all, all kinds of people seemed to end up here. ""Hah, excuse me,"" he said quickly as his reaction must have seemed strange. ""I have a natural ability to restore people's body and vitality through touch, and it allows me to sense a bit of their innate magical attunement as well. You, sir, are erm... quite unlike any other.""

He offered Freddie a handshake as well, and a smile, relieved to feel no such intimidating energy from him. ""Pleasure to meet you as well. I'm just on my way to find my room, it's probably on the second floor. Say sirs, you don't happen to have met Poe on the way down? He's a sort of...large moth being... but he's also a guest here.""" 73,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-01T18:36:00,Norden,"""Oh, right,"" the mage responded, rubbing the back of his head. ""Apologies, I was distracted. My name is Galen Forrester. And I suppose you will meet Poe later then.""

""Well, I've been singing for a while with the lovely Lydia, the lady from the front desk. Felt a bit tired. But if you insist... it's nice to get to know new people. I don't drink alcohol if that's what you mean though,"" he said with a laugh. ""I can definitely see the use for a conversation as to how we ended up here, too.""

After looking in the direction the silver-haired male was gesturing, he looked back up at him. ""Where I'm from? Well, I was born in a place called Greenmoor. I've travelled a lot for my healing practices, though. Of course, that was in... another world than this one, I suppose.""" 74,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-01T19:16:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“Oh I like the sound of that.” There was a little sadness to his voice now as he felt the man wrap his arms around him. “That would of been a lovely name to have while I was alive. Here comes Sir Freddie the Enchanter!!” He grunted a little resting his head against the man's chest. “What a great marketing idea, to bad I'm to dead to use it. It would of made a lovely amount of money.” Closing his eyes he still prayed to not be dropped, the unease feeling of no floor under his feet still scared him. Peaking one ye open he whispered. “Are we there yet?”

Floor, thank god floor. As they walked a little there was a sudden stop when they meet the other. Freddie looked shocked a moment, then remembered it was a hotel after all. “What delight. It's a pleasure to meet you.” The singer gave the slightest bow. “Yes we are guests. Well I am, I am dead. We are still not sure about Seppy… he could be alive. We don't know.” Shrugging a little, maybe he said to much but it was not like Freddie to keep his mouth shut. He was to open and to trusting, that was one of his bigger downfalls.

“Poe? No we didn't meet anyone else, we... No, we … we had a little mishap in the elevator.” He laughed, “That is why your using the stairs. We broke it.” Moth? Well that was not something you heard every day. Maybe this place wouldn't be so dull. “I kinda want to see that darling, I want to see the moth being.”

“Galen? Lovely name. Singing? Oh that is right! Singing! Yes! We must sing. Well you don't have to sing, I'll sing. It's been ages! Yes.” He was giddy like a school girl with the thought of singing. Bouncing a little as he walked he ran over in his head what song would grace his lips first? “No not that one.. oh yes… no...hmm mm.” Clapping his hands. “I'm so excited!!! There is a piano down there to! You men can converse… and talk … I am going to sing!!! I'm going to raise the roof!!!” He walked a little ahead of the men warming up his voice as he did. “TONIGHT I AM GOING TO SING!!!!!!!”

Stepping through the lobby with the boys far behind him he kept singing to himself as he burst into the bar area. “The entertainment has arrived!!!!” " 75,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-01T21:07:00,MonsterMistress,"“Oh please, dear lord, no!” Nalia couldn’t help but bust out into laughter when Axle suggested giving her the eyes. “Not you, too. I actually am having fun hanging out with you. Please don’t ruin it!” She gave him another laugh at his correction and confidence in his flirting abilities, and nodded. “I enjoy flirting as much as the next girl. As long as you’re not weird about it, I’m game.” She couldn’t hold back some of the giggles that seemed to remain as she sipped at her water. She was certainly still feeling quite drunk after a the few shots the two of them shared.

Before she could get anything else to say, she nearly leapt from her chair with a yelp at Freddy’s sudden entrance and exclamation. Her hand shot to her chest, trying to calm it down, “Geeezus, man. Give me a heart attack, why don’t ya?” She exclaimed, her giggle fit still present as she spoke. As soon as she felt her heart calm down, Nalia responded to Freddy’s declaration and could only shrug. “I’m sorry, hun. We just put away the karaoke machine. But you’re welcome to use the piano.” It took her far too long a moment for her brain to finally catch up to what she was seeing, who she was talking to, and like a sudden light bulb moment out of the clear blue, she yelled out, “OH MY GOD, YOU’RE STILL IN ONE PIECE!” She jumped from her stool and rushed around the bar to examine him, seeing no blood, no signs of physical harm. With a breath of relief, she sighed, before slapping Freddy in the arm like a mother hitting her child for doing something dangerous and stupid. “Don’t you scare me like that again! I know you can’t die here but that doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt! I’ve got employees who can protect me if things start to get rough. You don’t. You’ve been through enough pain in life, don’t go seeking out more here, please.”

With a huff, and her rant done, she stepped away towards the bar, quickly mixed something together, and brought it back to him. “On the house.” It was a cocktail, a special blend of foreign liquor, meant to cater to the individual’s personal taste preferences. It’s a drink that tastes different to any who drink it, and it is always enjoyed. Nalia doesn’t have much of this particular liquor in stock, bringing it out only for special reasons. “As a thank you....for standing up for me. I also have your shirt that you tossed away, if you still want it. It’s folded behind the bar. I cleaned from whatever debris stuck to it.”

Lydia just sat at her desk, watching the men run past her to her sister’s bar with a raised eyebrow. “Oooookay....” she muttered to herself, before bringing her attention back to her game of solitaire on her computer." 76,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-02T17:32:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“We can sing together after you get your answers love. For now I am going to play. I'm going to sing!!!” The man yelled back out at the two men as he was already in the bar area.

The Karaoke machine was no where to be found but the piano was still there, safe and sound back in it's original spot where Freddie had taken it the first time. Running his hands over his body he looked down with a nod, “Yes, all my pieces are here. All of them. His appearance was different this time, he was younger but it was still all him. Moving a little as she looked to him he laughed a moment as he pointed outside the bar area to the other two men talking, struggling to keep up. “The elevator got stuck between floors, we climbed our way out like mountain men and had a nap.” The bar was empty but that was OK, it didn't need to be filled to be useful.

Listening to her words he slowly started walking to the piano with a grin on his face as he ran his fingers over the top of it. “Forgive me, he is harmless as a kitten. Don't let him fool you, he has question. I think he is still confused.” Placing his hand on his chest he had a few more flash backs of his own when she said he suffered enough. With a tilt of the head he nodded a little. “I did suffer. I was extremely sick… yes… the day before I died I told the world. Then I died. Jim was there holding my hand.” Freddie sighed a little, there were moments like this he did miss Jim. “Mary was there and the cats.” He cleared his voice and quickly changed the subject. “Well enough of that dreadful memory. Time for the piano…. Oh and my drink.” He walked over taking it as he thanked her. “I will enjoy this.” Taking his shirt and the drink he walked back to the piano setting them down before he sat down along it's beautiful ivory keys.

He wasn't going to sing yet, he was just going to play the beautiful ivory keys." 77,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-04T12:22:00,Norden,"The corners of his mouth curled into a subtle smile, and even Axle's typically low voice could produce something of a sincere jovial sound, in response to the laughs and giggles he got out of Nalia.
""Weird? Nah."" He shook his head, snickering softly. ""I'll just tell people what I want, when I want it."" He flashed her a little wink, before clearing his throat. ""But right now, I'm just realizing how enjoyable it can be to take a break from always chasing down objectives, doing missions. Can't do that shit now that I'm dead. But maybe... that's notallbad.""

The following moment, Freddie re-entered the bar and gave her another fright, causing Axle to stifle a chuckle as he didn't want to make Nalia feel laughed at. She was a little jumpy, though, wasn't she? Not that he minded. He turned on his stool to watch their interaction from the sidelines, content to let her fulfill the duties she'd taken on, though it seemed this was more than just a casual conversation. After she ranted and handed him a specially made drink which he took with him to the piano, Axle looked at her.
""Guy sounds a little British,"" he commented dryly. ""Air of importance about him. Is he the prime minister of England from your time or something? You seem to know him well.""

He cast a glance back then as more people entered the bar, one of them he recognized easily. ""Come to sing another duet with someone else you fancy, Galen?"" he asked quickly with a grin. The other shook his head in response.
""Er, no. This is mister, ah... Sephiroth. Am I pronouncing that right?"" he asked quickly, turning to look up at the tall fellow. ""I met him and his friend Freddie on the way up."" The subtle smells of the man's exceptionally well-looked-after silver hair made the mage trail off a bit, distracting him.
""Pleasure,"" Axle responded meanwhile quite neutrally, giving the male a simple nod from his stool though he did take in his appearance and accessory with some interest. ""Big sword you got there.""" 78,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-04T16:39:00,MonsterMistress,"“Eeehhhhhh,” was all Nalia could say in response to Axle’s question. “Not exactly. He’s more a celebrity, but not even from my time. He passed away when my sister and I were kids, but somehow ended up here only just recently. This Convergence really fucks with my head sometimes, I swear.” She relaxed in her stool and took another sip of her water.

That’s when she heard Axle address somebody new. She looked up from her glass and didn’t even notice the small mage to which he was speaking to initially. But she did hear him sayhisname and it was enough to make her heart stop. Her eyes, which caught glimpse of those cat like ones, immediately turned away to stare at her bar, avoiding any more eye contact with the general. Why me, why him, whyyy? She whined in her head as she hopped from her seat to try and find something else behind the bar to keep her attention. The stock! Neither she nor Axle counted it and it needed to be done. Especially after she broke that one bottle, Nalia knew there was some ordering for more supplies to be done.

“Excuse me. I need to go take inventory. If you need anything, just come on downstairs and ask.” She announced to her patrons before leaving a bottle of her cheapest, but also one of her smoothest, liquors, along with a line of four small glasses. “Help yourself if you want a drink.” And with that, she raced out of the room, through the door next to her bar on the back corner wall, and into the basement stock room.

She spent the time not even counting, just pacing, as her mind raced. It raced through all her thoughts, how she made a fool of herself earlier in front of him, how she thought she was going to die a second time, how she thought Freddie would get hurt because of her, then hearing how he was compared to a kitten only confused her further. Okay, sure, his personal life with women...or men apparently, was never showed on screen, so maybe she had assumed wrong about him in that department. But there was something else different.

Either way, she needs to apologize to him. Confront him, explain to him where she was coming from, and then put this whole mess aside. But then his image appeared in her mind again and she groaned into her hands as she covered her mouth and face in them, bending over as if in pain. It felt like having a crush on somebody and only just finding out their heart belongs only to somebody else. She did have a crush. A twenty year long crush. “Never meet your heroes.” She whispered to herself, remembering what somebody once told her way back when she was alive and she met the man who gave Sephiroth his voice. That meeting was wonderful, though, so she’d forgotten all about that advice, thinking it stupid. How wrong she was.

With a sigh of exasperation she forced her mind to count her stock, standing in front of a cabinet of whiskey, and jotting down the count on a small notepad she kept in her pants pocket. As she moved over to the next cabinet, her mind began to drift again mid-counting and she just stood there, staring at the same bottle of vodka while her mind flew elsewhere." 79,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-04T19:02:00,MonsterMistress,"Whatever thoughts she found herself lost in she had been immediately ripped away. The notepad she held in her hand crumpled in her hand as she squeezed, much harder than she should have, as her whole body tensed to see, of all the people that would follow her down there, it was him. It was dimly lit in that stock room, majority of the light coming from door at the top of the stairs, so as he stood there, while she could see some details of his front from the single pull chain lamp in the center of the small room, she saw mostly just a silhouette of his form and it was looming to her.

Nalia averted her eyes, trying her best to keep her heart and mind in check. As he spoke, however, the feeling of intimidation freely washed away. That helped. With her face turned away, she closed her eyes, to keep her from chancing a glance at him. Listening to only his voice, it was much easier to just imagine George speaking, and with the way he spoke he certainly sounded much more like he hailed from Earth. He didn’t sound like the silver general from Gaia. Okay, yeah, she can do this. As long as she doesn’t look at him, this should be a cinch.

“Ok...uhm...well, you certainly do seem confused. Memory loss isn’t something typical of people here after death. All of us remember our lives before the Convergence. The only thing I could think as to why you’re suffering from loss of memory is that you went through some traumatic event in life: physical trauma that damaged some part of your brain that stores memories, or emotional/mental trauma and your mind is overcompensating to block it out. Either one, the only thing I can think is that it’s something you already had and brought over here. As for not being actually dead...I’m inclined to agree based on the facts I know about you.”

Nalia took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself. “While I would love to go into details with you and answer your questions someplace other than this dark, dank, very creepy part of the bar, I don’t think we’d actually be able to have this conversation to its fullest with the others around.” None of the others had memory problems from what she could surmise. The closest was Axle, but that wasn’t forgetting, that was remembering, specifically particularly less than favorable memories. So, what input they could have in solving his memory issues, filling the blanks or what have you, was beyond her understanding. Nevertheless, she knew they needed to move...but where.

“The anger rooms.” She thought out loud. Jecht is usually hanging around in one of them. If need be, she could have him on standby if things get scary. She’s seen him fight against Sephiroth in Dissidia. He can handle him if it ever came to that. Hopefully it won’t, but given his confession of violent tendencies, she’d rather be safe.

She dared to look at him again, but her heart couldn’t handle it and she looked down at the floor again. “I had the anger rooms built and modeled after the SOLDIER training room at Shinra. They don’t always have to be used to fight. We can go into one, change the setting to something you, or I, might feel more comfortable speaking. We don’t have to spawn any enemies. We can just sit...and talk. If that’s ok with you?”" 80,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-05T08:34:00,MonsterMistress,"What? Her mind raced when he started rattling off all these bands and musicians from the 80’s...but from Earth. He seems to be fanboying harder over Freddie than even her sister likely did. Unconsciously, Nalia ran after him and grabbed his wrist, stopping him at the top of the stairs, pretty much in the doorway. That may have been a mistake, but she needed to know what the hell was going on here, right here, right now. If somebody else interrupted, she wouldn’t hear them. This needed to be settled once and for all, for her own sanity....and possibly his as well, it seems.

“I’m not mad at you. I never was. I’m just...confused.” She looked straight at his face with furrowed brows. “Why do you sound like you’re from Earth? Not Gaia? You mention these musical artists that have never existed on Gaia. I know this for a fact because the two bands you mentioned were formed in New York City, where my sister and I are from. Nowhere on Gaia is there a New York. Midgar might be based off of my hometown, but the boroughs don’t align. No Queens, no Brooklyn. There are no skyscrapers save for Shinra Tower. And, ok, yeah, our city can have some pretty bad parts, but none are anywhere near as bad as the slums of Midgar.”

She sighed and shook her head, “I’m sorry. I’m rambling again. Please don’t take this the wrong way, it’s just I do know you, I know your life, but everything I’ve seen so far doesn’t seem to match what I know. You’re so talkative when before, from what I’ve experienced, it took nearly a month for you to say even one word to another, even a coworker, a brother in arms, unless it was a command. You rarely shared your thoughts with anybody, even with your friends. Yet here you are, sharing more than just your thoughts, more than your feelings, with people you’d only just met a few hours ago. And I’m speaking only of your personality before the events that take place in Nibelheim. I can only assume that you haven’t gone there yet, otherwise I doubt very heavily you would be this level-headed.”

She finally let go of his wrist and ran her fingers through her hair, averting her eyes, this time not to avoid him, but to stare at the wood paneling of the counter, trying to gather her thoughts as if they were sheets of paper upon the bar. Going through every detail of him, his world, every single piece of information she’d had stored in her brain, yet nothing seemed to add up. Finally, with one last sigh, she turned her gaze back to him once more, “maybe...I’m looking at this the wrong way. You say you were having memory issues. Regale to me what youcanremember. Maybe, once I know what you know, it can help me sort this all out, and maybe then I can help with the holes...maybe.” She thought back on to how Axle seemed to think about, to remember, certain memories from his past apparently just from talking to Nalia. If her knowledge doesn’t help, she could possibly find out from Axle where he felt his sudden flashbacks most strongly and she’ll try to replicate the scenario. But, before she’d even attempt that, she’d need Sephiroth’s answer first." 81,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-05T19:07:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie stopped playing the piano when he heard the two talking and laughed a little. “I'm not a celebrity… I'm a musical god!” Singing out loud as he played a tune on the piano to go with it. “This room is rather dead!!!” Still singing. “Like the rest of us!!!!!”

Then he stopped playing, he watched the solider go after the girl and he shifted himself off the piano bench. “He has questions about his life, the only question I have is why is this room so bloody dull?” Huffing a moment as he walked to the small group his hands to his hips now as he looked to them being serious. “What is wrong with you people? Just because some of us are dead doesn't mean this room has to be so damn quiet. Is there a radio? A jukebox, something… come on.” Snapping his fingers a little he looked around the room still talking. “Who called me the prime minister? Well I should have been darling but I was to busy entertaining the world. I'm Freddie Mercury. You can call me Freddie. I'm a little shocked you don't know who I am?” There was a little gasp to his voice at the end as he kept his hand to his chest still in shock. It would be a little hard getting used to the fact that maybe some plants or dimension or where some of these lovelies were from had no idea whom he was. 'What a sin.' The rock star thought. “Maybe we just need to get drunk?” " 82,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-05T20:42:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia was dumbfounded. The moment he mentioned Vincent’s name as being described as his teacher, a mentor, during his youth, all of her mental files were tossed to the wind in a hurricane of confusion. That can’t be right. Vincent was locked in his coffin for nearly twenty years. Cloud and his team were the first time find him since locking himself away. Vincent? Really? Vincent Valentine? The guy that half the fandom would rather say is Sephiroth’s real father, and the other half would instead just ship-......

“oh my god...” Nalia muttered under her breath to herself. By this point Sephiroth had already walked away from her, leaving her in a daze, staring into nothing. How could she be so stupid? She and her sister have lived in the Convergence for who knows how long now and have been visited by numerous people from all over the cosmos, all from not just different planets, but also from different universes. She’s got the damned songbooks organized as such, for goodness sake. The multiverse theory, partly states that there are an infinite number of earths, upon which there are an infinite number of ourselves, living out our lives, likely very differently from our own. Of course, Gaia would fit that bill as well. Sure, as far as she knew there was only one Gaia, and it’s fictional. But if that Gaia exists, then why wouldn’t his Gaia exist too? It would. He might be a fan-fiction version of the character on her own world, but on another Earth his story could be the real one people are playing. And so Gaia exists as well in multitudes across the multiverse.

As she mused over all these thoughts, she mechanically walked over to her bar, taking her usual place on the stool behind the counter. “Fuck.” She groaned as she let her head drop down onto the bar.@Norden“Axle can you pour me a drink?” She said while holding a hand out to him while she remained faceplanted on the smooth wooden surface. Suddenly another lightbulb flashed in her mind. That’s right. Her memory power gained by the Convergence. “Axle!” She exclaimed again, lifting her head this time to look at him. “You said talking to me made you remember things. When exactly would you say did you feel your flashbacks most strongly? Where were we? Or, rather, where was I? What was I doing?” She fucked up, she recognized that, but she wasn’t going to just sit tight and do nothing about it. She needs to apologize and help him. She couldn’t be sure why he’d forget everything, but at the very least she’d be sure to try to help him remember. Clearly he lived a better life than the Sephiroth she knows. One thing changed in his past and it was a butterfly effect to something much brighter from what he’s explained so far. Maybe this Sephiroth defeats Jenova and the world is happy, well, at least until Shinra fucks it all up again. Either way, she had to try." 83,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-05T21:31:00,Norden,"As Sephiroth dashed off after Nalia, Galen stood awkwardly for a moment before going over to sit next to Axle - or John Winters, whatever his real name was. He'd been reluctant to have the mage around earlier but ever since he went up to sing with Lydia it seemed the soldier might have softened up to him a little bit. Even his comment to him when he came back in with Sephiroth wasn't aggressive so much as playful, so he went for it.

Axle, meanwhile, seemed a little preoccupied as he stared after Sephiroth disappearing into the back room at great speed. The way the silver-haired man carried himself and seemed to have a knack for agility, gave him the idea that the man'd probably had some training. That and the giant sword. He just hoped he wasn't out to make trouble. If he heard Nalia call for help at any point, he'd be ready to bust in there with his secret weapon. But instead, from the muffled noises, it just sounded like Nalia was talking to the guy.

The mage and soldier's attention was then drawn immediately by Freddie's complaints about the dullness of the room. When he suggested getting drunk, Axle grinned but Galen waved his hand a little dismissively. ""Uh, not me, thank you. You both enjoy yourselves though,"" the mage said, trying to be both firm and friendly.
""Teetotaler, are you?"" John growled to him, before nodding to Freddie and readying the bottle of liquor Nalia had left for them, pouring a shot for himself and the other. ""Scoot over then, kid. Let Mr. Mercury here grab a shot.""
Rolling his eyes, Galen got up and switched to another seat so that Freddie could sit by the glasses, while Axle handed the singer his drink and took his own. ""Cheers.""

Sephiroth emerged next, causing Axle to look up and shake the bottle after downing his shot, admiring the taste while nonverbally asking the other if he also wanted some. His face tensed into a frown when he saw Nalia come up to the bar, however, seemingly upset or distracted. ""You okay?""
Upon her request, he quickly obliged and put a filled shot glass into her hand while Galen also looked at her with concern. Then as her head popped out and she called out John's nickname, the healer looked from one to the other, confused.

""Yeah?"" Axle asked briefly, scratching his scraggly stubbled chin with a very lost look, before what she asked made him stare off a little as he went over what had happened in his mind.
""Wasn't talking to you that... gave me flashbacks or whatever you want to call it. It was just laying eyes on you,"" his voice growled slowly as he put it together. ""If anything, the more I've talked to you, the more those visions have gone away. But to be honest... it's only ever been the most fond memories I already had of my wife and daughter. And it's not so much about what I'm seeing... it's more a feeling. A feeling of intense... longing. To be back with them. Nothing specific you did, just being confronted with you really gave me a jolt of stuff I've already been carrying around in my head for a while. My desire to go back to them. It's a little... painful to be confronted with, to be honest.""
As he finished speaking, he turned slowly to look at Galen, who was empathetically touching John's arm as he was listening, without being aware of it. “Remove your hand... orI’ll remove your hand,"" the soldier told him then, matter-of-factly." 84,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-06T02:29:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia could only sigh from his recounting. She felt for him, she did, but that didn’t solve her conundrum. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the untouched glass of alcohol he had poured for her, her mind buzzing. “Well, at the very least the mystery of who he is has been solved. I finally figured that one out. But the memory loss still confuses me. It feels more like he’d rather avoid me than feel any sort of desire or longing around me. Which, granted, I don’t think is a problem.” Though she’d never admit out loud that fact did bum her out a bit. “So I guess I can’t help him after all.”

With another sigh, she grabbed her glass and took a drink. The warmth spread from her throat to the rest of her body, adding more to the intoxication she’d already been feeling. Her eyes panned over from the stage where Sephiroth had been heading back to the man who sat in front of her. She really was fucking up this whole empathy thing. That’s what she was, and what she always will be it seems, a royal fuckup. “Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bring back old memories, well...bring back certain feelings I suppose, when I asked that question. It must have been really rough for you. I really appreciate you willing to talk to me about it to help out though. You’re really sweet, thank you. I hope that you can find a new peace here.” She reached a hand over to his, lightly placing it on top of it. He might have shooed Galen away from touching him, but that didn’t seem to deter her from...basically doing the same thing." 85,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-06T07:55:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“You read my mind you darling man. Yes a shot would be good, or two or three.” With a wink to the other as he watch the shots being poured out. It was about time they had a little something more to drink. No one really had to know that Sephiroth and him had already had a little bit to drink upstairs. The idea was to just get weirdly wasted and forget that he had died.

Shifting his slender ass to the the seat he sat down looking at the new comers whom he had not seen before. He shock his head and realized he had been so rude. “Where are my manors? The ladies I know but I have not meet you boys yet. I'm Freddie Mercury. I was a musical god on earth. I died… a horrid death and now I'm stuck here. So we should drink to being stuck in this lovely hotel…. That is going to be our homes for a long long time?” That still did not make sense to him. If he was in heaven or hell or stuck. What were they doing there? Maybe the others knew? Maybe Sepiroth got answers? Either way he was still so confused and trying to make the best of it with a smile on his face.

Freddie spoke up when he heard the man speak of his family. “I miss my loved ones. My Mary, she was the love of my life. We were best friends in the end… so close, she was very good to me in my final days… then my Jim.” Oh Jim? That is right he had a lover on earth before he died. Now he cheated on the other with Sepiroth, but did it matter here? Till death do you part right? “Boys now now. Lets not get angry… we are all friends here.” Freddie said trying to defuse the moment with words.

Looking to Nalia he whispered a little. “He may be dead, he may not remember yet. He thinks he is on a mission. Sebbie is maybe just dead and not realize it yet.” Freddie wasn't sure himself but he figured if he himself was slowly coming into to grips with what happened to him maybe the other was as well.

When he finally saw the man return he downed his shot and got up suddenly almost skipping over to him. “Come come… new friends. Right?” The singer paused as he raised a brow looking to the taller one. There was something a little off. “You didn't get your answer? I'm sorry love. Have a shot? Yes? You said we were going to sing together? They put the machine away… so we take a shot… I play… we sing?” In Freddie's head nothing could break this magical moment, yes he left his earth life behind but he was starting to make such wonder friends in the hotel. “Come… you need a shot. Pour a shot for the large man.” Walking him over to the table. “Here… take my seat. I'm more entertaining on my feet.” " 86,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-06T13:29:00,Norden,"""Really sweet?"" Axle repeated, giving a soft chuckle. ""Not a lot of people would describe me with those words."" Despite looking at the hand Nalia placed on his, he didn't tell her off. They'd bonded quite a bit already. He did look up at her to speak.
""It's fine. I've been through worse. 'Preciate your concern though."" He gave her hand a soft tap with his other one before grabbing the bottle to pour another shot and slide it over towards Freddie, if he or that Sephiroth guy could use it.

""Oh, I see."" Galen gave a skeptical look at Nalia's touch and Axle's allowing such as he got up. ""Just keep in mind she can't heal you with that, if you decide to make any more reckless decisions,"" the mage leaned in to tell him briefly, before moving over to Freddie and Sephiroth, focusing on them. ""I'm sorry to hear about your losses,"" he said to the singer. ""I wasn't in any kind of relationship when I died. Just in the line of duty, more or less. Healing people and providing support on the battlefield... while travelling. Sometimes you have to move with a local army if you want to get into contested areas, and healers are pretty much always welcomed to reinforce the troops. I guess I made a bad decision putting myself in that particular battle, though. Anyway, we are probably better off just having some fun and trying not to think about it.""

""I'll make whatever fucking choices I want, little magician,"" Axle grumbled quietly, before turning to Nalia again. ""Sorry I can't give ya much to go on. There is... something else I'd like to discuss with you, though. Maybe we can go to one of those anger rooms for a moment to talk privately?"" he suggested." 87,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-06T16:47:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia could just raise an eyebrow at the way Axle and Galen spoke to each other. It felt very similar to the way she and Lydia used to treat each other. Lydia was certainly Galen in this duo, always sincere, trying to help. Nalia could definitely relate more with Axle, at least, while she was still alive. She’s trying to do better by her sister than to just shrug her off each time she tried to help. Axle and Galen didn’t have the relationship she and her sister had, so to compare them as such really was unfair. Still, she couldn’t deny the similarities.

When Axle had suggested moving the conversation elsewhere, Nalia had to agree. Her eyes glanced over to Sephiroth, and once again, she sighed inwardly. She really did want to help, but it seemed the best way for her to help was to just steer clear. Seemed difficult since she’s the one who runs the bar, but at the very least she could send somebody else in to cover a shift or two whenever he does come in.

With a nod, she reached over to grab another bottle of ale and placed it on the bar counter, leaving it for the rest of the party to imbibe in as they saw fit. “Yeah, I think I need a change of scenery. Let’s go.” So, Nalia downed what was left of her drink, placed the glass back down onto the bar, and walked around the bar to the other side and made her way out, this time without an announcement, and hopefully with Axle in tow, making their way to the hallway of anger rooms.

The hallway was rather plain. There were two lines of three or four doors on either side, nothing adorning them save for a “vacant/occupied” sign, one of which was on the “occupied” side. She knew who that was. He was always in there when he wasn’t working. Nalia walked over to one of the vacant doors on the opposite side of the hall and unlocked the door, opening it to reveal a plain silvery metallic room. “It looks lame, I know, but there are different settings we can adjust it to to look and feel like we’re somewhere else. Any particular place you’d prefer to have this conversation? A beach? A forest? A desert? Maybe something more specific like a favorite restaurant, or something even weirder like on a spaceship. Literally anything your imagination can come up with, I can set it here.” She said all this while pointing to a touch screen panel on the wall next to the door. “Normally this is a place where you can spar with another person, or fight holographic physical simulations of people or monsters. It’s meant to take out aggressions, like my employee over in the other room. But we can use it to just hang out in, too. I just won’t spawn any enemies to fight.”

Lydia sat at her desk and saw her sister head to the anger rooms with one of the new guests. When she waited and saw that Nalia wasn’t returning to the bar, she picked up her phone and called a busboy to cover her. So, a few moments later,one of the men in the hotel uniformstrode over to the bar and took Nalia’s place behind it, ready to serve whoever needed." 88,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T03:01:00,Briker,"A well dressed gentleman, stumbles upon the entrance like if some force pulled or pushed himself. Stoping for a few seconds gathering his thoughts about whatever happened before and after, deciding on his own advice walked towards the counter in the lobby, glanced to the girl to the other side and with gentle and courteous smiles addressed her:

Good night... i would like... *looking around himself and to the space of the lobby itself* your most quiet room please.

He stood there, Nicely dressed, but maybe a bit too normal for the place he just entered, but stood there nonetheless as he reached to his pants pocket and threw over the counter a sack full of what one would assume coins, an amouth completely generic that would sufice for a quest reward or a assassination payment in other places, but tonight only renting a room." 89,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T03:13:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia looked up from her game of solitaire once again, only this time to greet the new guest who greeted her. “Good evening, sir.” She spoke calmly to him with a soft smile. He looked quite dapper if she could say so herself. “I can guarantee all of our rooms are very quiet. All walls are triple layered with sound proofing insulation so as to ensure each guest has his, her, or their privacy well maintained. Or perhaps you were looking for a quiet theme to your room? We do have suites that have a study attached. It is quite relaxing. Or perhaps something ambience. Obviously that is not wholly quiet, but we have forest, ocean, and rain sounds that can be equipped to each room of a matching theme and I can guarantee an absolute soothing experience should you choose any of them.” Her smile remained as she began to type away at her computer, ready to take whatever information he ultimately wanted for his room, as well as his personal information, specifically his name, to put to the room number when booked." 90,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T03:39:00,Briker,"His hands where on his dark blond hair that always stayed in a rugged messy but socially acceptable way, same could be said by his facial hair, a bit darker than the hair itself.
Of a very similar tone were his eyes that were dacing around the gentle-smile girl from behind his light framed glasses. His simple plain tshirt revealed broad shoulders and thick neck that could be imposing but generally stayed as quite average, the same could be said of his build, that the skinny jeans didnt help to reveal much more. he adjusted his glasses and replied:

Unless you're asking for my id you can call me John, and a room with a nice bed and bathroom with windows to the west of the building please, nothing fancy." 91,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T03:51:00,MonsterMistress,"“All right, a simple room with a nice view on the west side of the building. I’ll book for you a room on one of the upper floors. There will be a single king sized bed, a fully equipped bathroom with built in jacuzzi attachment for the bath. Should you ever have need of anything, there is a phone in the room that will connect you directly to this desk.” She placed a hand on the simple red phone sitting on the desk just to her right. “I will be the one to answer or whoever may be covering my shift at any time, and we will send for whatever service you may request asap.”

Lydia very lightly grabbed the coin purse he had given to her, nodding as she then gave him a keycard in turn with the number 1404 embossed in Golden font. “I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. We also have a bar should you want to mingle and share in a few drinks with the other patrons just to your right, and to your left is a hallways of where we have our anger rooms. They are fully functional holographic hyper realistic rooms that can simulate different places as you customize them. Most people go in there to fight virtual enemies or spar with each other, which is why we call them the anger rooms, but they don’t have to be used in that manner if you wish it. And downstairs is a shared pool and jacuzzi. We supply bathing suits for anybody who does not already have and desire it, but clothing is optional down there.”" 92,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T04:05:00,Briker,"He takes the Card in his hand analising it then raises a eyebrow as she explains the anger rooms, give a gentle bite in his lips then comes back to the ominous red phone.

So whoever is covering your shift is the Director huh? Okay... and i will take that underwear is not bathing suit, but since its optional i wont pay too much mind to it...
*looks from the card to her then to the computer screan seeing the solitaire tab*
Thank you Miss... *searching for a tag of sort and foinding in her chest* Lydia... Have a good time with solitaire . *he start to slowly walk towards the elevator*
Hmmm... *he stops half way through and turns to her* actually... i do have some itens that i could use help carrying to the room, could you help me?" 93,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T04:25:00,MonsterMistress,"“Oh! I apologize, sir! I hadn’t noticed your belongings. I’ll get a team of bellboys right away to help you with your things.” As she says this, she tabs out of solitaire again and types away into a messaging system. Not a few moments later, a group of 5 bellboys arrived, all in uniform, one of which appeared from one of the anger rooms with a less than happy expression on his face for being interrupted. Lydia had to give him yet another look, reminding him this was his job. “Just direct them to your luggage and they will carry whatever is needed.” Lydia smiled warmly, gesturing to the men ready to help.
(The hotel staff are allowed to be controlled by any one. Only staff members that are not allowed are Nalia and Lydia...and the angry friend over there, only because not everybody knows who he is but he has a story lol but his job right now is to carry John’s stuff, so you’re good to take him over for that purpose alone.))" 94,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T04:40:00,Briker,"Oh well... I understand... *i reach to my pockets and bring out a 15 stack of dragon bone, 12 stack of dragon scales and one enchanted two handed sword* thank you boys...

He strolls away way faster than before towards the elevator then to his room, where there he lies, covering his eyes with his own shirt after taking a painkiller and hopefully later sleep" 95,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T19:00:00,MonsterMistress,"

NPC Bartender
Bar
@Norden @PhoenixFaery @FreddieMercury9546

As Lydia resumed her solitaire game, the bartender who took over Nalia’s duties scanned the room. It had people, but it was far too quiet. So, he did the one thing he knew everybody liked: he broke out the karaoke machine. He didn’t know it had already been brought out earlier, but it’s always useful for bringing the energy back up in where the energy has died.

So, with the machine plugged in, the mic stand set up, and the songbooks still accessible for anybody who would peruse, he returned back to his spot behind the bar, ready to take any orders should anybody have need of him." 96,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T20:08:00,Briker,"After 18 hours of sleep and completely refreshed, Jhon stayed laying in bed, bringing out his cellphone to check how well his booty did in last night auction, turns out some weirdo necromancer took all the bones, a famous fashion brand scooped all his scales and what looks like a 5 year old child scored the sword.

""Lets hope its not cursed"" he thought with himself as his account did look better than ever.

He went to the shower standing there as the warm water flew over his caucasian skin while trying to recall how the hell he ended up in this place, a old friend, some text messages, some dragons and a annoyed felling, then he was here... no more no less. ""Very Strange"".

Ending the way too long shower he procceded to do a mediocre job drying himself, then covering his head letting osmosis take care of drying his hair. He sit there naked in the bed starting to feel the emptyness that come with the fact of being alive. ""breakfast it is"" said his thoughts then continued wondering why is breafast and not breakfeast and the reason of the break in the word... ""maybe is the break of dawn?""... then settling in that is supposed to be a fast meal rather than a full feast. ""who knows""...

Looking from his cellphone to the phone in the room and back to his cellphone. ""huh?!"" then picked up the ominous red director's phone and contacted downstairs.

(this ladies and gentleman is the definition of noncontent, and it happens every morning)" 97,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T21:29:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Bar then anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

When Nalia nodded, John got up from his seat, shifting his weight slightly and pulling the strap of the metal orb he was carrying higher up on his shoulder. He gave the others a nod, muttering ""Gentlemen"" and followed behind the capable bartender as she led the way to the anger rooms. A while before the new arrival would come in, they passed by Lydia and entered the hallway, where the soldier let his eyes roam over the doors they passed until he focused on the one Nalia chose for them to enter.

As they went inside, he looked around with great interest and listened to her with a faint smile on his lips, turning to look at her when she was finished speaking. ""Lame?"" he repeated, somewhat amused. ""I don't think so. I'm actually pleasantly surprised.""
He pointed out into the room, looking it over again. ""We had the same type of thing back in my home time. Used to train a lot in simulations before I actually got sent back to try to un-fuck the past. Surprised this sort of thing exists here. Feels very familiar. Didn't know that's what your sister meant by 'anger rooms'. Now that I know... might use them later."" A chuckle escaped him as he reached up to run his metallic hand through his hair. Then he cleared his throat and focused on her again.
""But to answer your question... to have an easy chat, I'd pick an empty diner. I've experienced a few of the most peaceful moments in my life sitting in one of those booths late at night,"" he mused softly. ""Maybe not the most imaginative request, considering the options you gave, but it'll do the job just fine as far as I'm concerned. That an option too?""" 98,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-12T22:00:00,MonsterMistress,"

Lydia
Front Desk
@Briker

Lydia had long since stopped playing solitaire and picked up a book instead, a romance novel that helped her pass the time by, when the phone rang. Keeping her eyes on her book, she reached a hand over to grab the phone receiver and brought it to her ear. “Hello?” Her voice, melodic as usual.

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia smiled brightly at Axle’s suggestion. “Doesn’t have to be imaginative. Honestly, it sounds perfect to me.” With a few strokes across the touch panel, everything around them instantly changed to the inside of a small diner. The two of them stood at the entrance, outside led to a parking lot just off a main road filled with small businesses. Inside, to the left was the cashier, to the right was the dining area with tables and chairs, but ahead were the booths that Axle mentioned enjoying sitting in. A hostess digitized in front of them, a smile on her face as she led the two of them to their seats, leading them past the showcase for all the desserts they had to sell for the day, to which Nalia always made it a point to take a quick sneak peek as they passed it.

Once settled, the hostess handed them their menus and left them to think about their orders. They were seated right next to a window where Nalia’s eyes immediately went to for a brief moment. It was a rainy day, cars drove by picking up small splashes from the water on the road. It felt like home. “This is a preset that my sister and I decided to make. It’s a diner we used to go to all the time way back. Like, this place is located almost dead center of the diner state.” She laughed as she perused the menu for a moment but she already knew what she wanted, placing it back down onto the table less than a minute later. The waitress came around not too long after, Nalia gave her order for a burger with fries, and she looked to Axle for his order." 99,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-13T00:59:00,Briker,"""Hello There, its John from 1404... i was wondering... how does one request food? I would like some breakfast""

A split second passed as he added. ""do they knock first right?"" Having in mind his situation in the moment and even tho he wasnt sure how everything worked in this place he didnt discarted the possibility of immediate services yet" 100,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T00:53:00,FreddieMercury9546,"The singer laughed little as he shock his head a little looking over to the giant man and patting his face. “We have been drinking all afternoon. For some reason I can't remember what we can down here for? Did you get your answers… that is right you have questions.” Speaking to the others, “Seppie is here for a mission. A very dangerous one. He is a warrior.” Nodded his head heard the mention of another drink with a little. “Dear me we have to stop sooner or later. We still need to explore the hotel.”

The man laughed a little and pointed something out to the other. “No body shots… this is not the time or place… later. Later… oh oh!! Yes!” Points to the cute little bar tender setting the machine back up and clapping to him. “YEA!!! Good job darling! Yes!!!”

When he felt pulled to the book he thumbed threw it seeing the other was NOT in the condition to. The singer had a bigger tolerance for the drink then he did. “I have performed many concerts drunk as a skunk. Let me pick darling...”, flipping threw he gently gave the other a little push. “We are sinking not screwing… singing. It's a art… we should do it together….oh oh oh!!!!” Finding the right selection he got the code and went to the machine punching it up on the keyboard.

Points to the small screen. “Your singing for the girlie part… I am singing for Elton. I need to do him justice, he was a good friend of mine. We had the same manger at one point. Only I didn't screw the man… he did.” Laughing a little as he started singing the song actually in key for a drunk singer. Slapping the man's ass next to him.

[bcolor=rgb(25, 22, 28)]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0qW9P-uYfM[/bcolor]" 101,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T03:44:00,Guest,"A stickman walks into the hotel. ""Hey guys its a stick up!""

Hue Hue Hue.

_____________
Move along nothing to see here... o.o" 102,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T04:14:00,MonsterMistress,"

Lydia
Front Desk
@Briker @BlackUmbra

“Of course, sir. Food will be sent up to you right away. And as I said before, our guests’ privacy is one of our utmost concerns. Whoever brings you your food will indeed knock.” As soon as she hung up the phone as was about to send the message out to her staff, Lydia stopped and stared for a moment...blinking at the two dimensional man...she was speechless as she could only tilt her head with a slight...”huh?”

NPC Bartender
Bar
@PhoenixFaery @FreddieMercury9546

The nameless bartender just bobbed his head in time with the music the two men were creating. He tried to hold back a laugh at the baritone gentleman singing the female part. As they finished and ordered their food and drink, he ensured to get it all over to the group of men posthaste." 103,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T05:04:00,tristyn grace tucker,"+entirely repost cause i didn't get the plot, and don/Dawn is one of myfavorite characters and very fun to play...so sorry if it gets awkward, but don't worry, no nastiness will be committed unless appropriate and no rules will be broken*

Don'ell the handsome albino man in the golden armor, with a half chest plate to show off his bare abbs, and a rose in the center, Looked around blankly, Sheething his swords, when he jumped, he must have past to many layers. he sighed, looking up to see a bar, deciding that that would be a good place to relax and figure out where he was, He made his way Over, sitting down and shifting to Dawn, the albino woman that rsembled beauty itself, having had a curse placed on her called the curse of beauty so that she would have to constantly deal with the fear of falling in love and being hurt. As she shifted, Dawn being dawn and not understand the awkwardness of nudity, and being to small for the chest plate, Her ...amazing...chest was showing, but luckily the long white hair was long enough to cover as she tilted her head at a male bartender ""Where am i?""She asked sweetly and bluntly" 104,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T05:10:00,Briker,"Jhon was dressing up while browsing on your phone for a new studded light leather jacket, it was the closest he would ever be to own a motorcycle without having to actually be in one so he decided for a dark brown, making the purchase, waiting a few minutes for his credit to be validade and the immediate trasnfer for his inventory. he reached for it and brought it setting it up on the bed while he tied his shoes and thought: ""Where next?""

A knock on the door brought from his thoughts back to the room, ""One minute!"" he finished the knot and opened the door for the efficient hotel staff, taking the tray off his hands and giving a one solid thick coin of pure gold and a warm smile as a thank you. Closing the door and proceeding to drink his coffee, eat his bread and fruits while still managing what is left of the bootty from yesterday. feeling satied and with a new objective in mind he put his new jacket felling a little robbed: The 10% more inventory space felt more like 9%, but ""Oh well... These damn pen drives..."" Then heading down.

Clean, fresh, sharp, light, felling good, pumped for the new objective... and somehow the hair and beard still a mess. Humming to the elevator tunes he came out to the lobby aproaching the front desk to be reminded where the potion seller was but when he got closer he noticed something... strange.. diferent, there was a human sized stick figure there that he couldnt see before because of his point of view, that slowed his pace to a stop.

""Maybe another time then... I can find my way without any help"" He though making a 180º turn and heading to the anger rooms. 50 meters after he finally read the anger room's indicative plaques and without stopping his walk made another 180º turn puling out his phone and pretending he forgot something so he doenst look like a weirdo.
Passing the front desk with his sneak on and heading to the bar he sat with all his weight behind him, felling ashamed after that gaffe on the lobby, looking to the bartender and smiling:

""Hello there... Can i see your wares please?""

(haha the bartender NPC said ""butt"" in the last message :p) ((nevermind then))" 105,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T05:25:00,MonsterMistress,"

NPC Bartender
Bar
@PhoenixFaery @FreddieMercury9546 @Briker @tristyn grace tucker @Norden

The bartender’s eyebrows lifted at the sudden influx of patrons. Of course, when Nalia isn’t here is when things start to get busy. Luckily, he enjoyed being busy. As the blonde gentleman sat at the bar, the bartender reach beneath the counter and pulled out a menu. “We’ve got a various assortment of drinks from across lands, planets, and dimensions. Just ask and I’ll make it happen.” He smiled at the man and nodded his head. Then, less than a moment later, a small woman came in practically naked, causing the bartender to lift his eyebrows. Well, it’s not the first woman, or man for that matter, that he’s seen naked in public since arriving at the Convergence, each dimension and planet having their own customs, but what caused the surprise in him this time was the sheer beauty that emanated off the body of such an individual. The nudity aspect only making it even more apparent to him that she was, indeed, without a full outfit. “Well,” he began, making an exerted effort to keep his eyes focused on her eyes, and not her chest, “this is the Convergence. It’s hard to say where that is in relation to where you’re from, so best I can say is that you’re in a different dimension. And this place in particular is Hotel Convergence. Should you have need of rest, relaxation, fun, or fighting, this is your place. And if you need a drink, I’m your guy.” He smiled and wink, though immediately regretted it out of fear of seeming too forward given her current...situation." 106,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T05:32:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""a drink...like alcohol?...I'll have the strongest drink you can offer.""Dawn said with a smile, She glanced at jhon, innocently giving the man a small smile as well to be polite, Crossing her arms in her lap and waiting patiently. Dawn gently and slowly swaying to the music, to try and seem normal." 107,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T05:47:00,Briker,"""Mmmmmmmm... uhumm... i see"" Browsing the menu, sliding it to the side like there is nothing in there for him, noding to the white Lady.

""I would like a caipirinha please.. and... *he open his jacket and star tot pull out small vials of a light redish/purpleish liquid one after the other, he finished and looks at the 17 vials, each one the double the size of a shot glass* How much can you offer me for these?"".

He looks at the bartender with his default warm smile, trying to passively pass all the charisma checks he could target.

""These are Minor Spiced Health potions that i brewed myself yesterday on a cave... I know how it sounds, but they are fresh and will last for a long long time or until you need then, they make you feel really good, plus the spice gives you a buff to will costing just a little bit of sanity...""" 108,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T05:52:00,MonsterMistress,"

NPC Bartender
Bar
@Briker @tristyn grace tucker

“Of course. Coming right up.” As he mixed a particularly delicious drink with one of their strongest ales, he watched the blonde gentleman peruse the menu. With the woman’s drink served, the blonde man ordered his drink, which the bartender proceeded to make as well. What took him aback, however, was his request to sell him things the bar did not typically buy. He could only quirk an eyebrow at him before setting the drink in front of the man. “I’m sorry, I don’t have the authority to make those sorts of business decisions. We already have a supplier for our ale. If you’re still around when the boss lady returns, you should ask her about selling this stuff. Otherwise, I can pass along your information and have her contact you should she return after you leave?”" 109,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T06:01:00,tristyn grace tucker,"dawn smiled her thanks, proceeding to drink slowly, setting down the glass, to look around curiously, this place seemed...peculier...it was different. she returned to her drink, taking a bigger gulp, starring quietly at her hands. she felt oddly lonley. " 110,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T06:17:00,Briker,"He was there for a few second trying to gather this thoughts.

""Huh! a place that dont buy... Only sell?!.. .What in the world?... And the most weird thing is that you didnt asked to try before saying no.""

""And Who is the boss?... If i'm still around when she comes back i will talk to her then."" Opening one of my vials and pouring over drink. tasting it then looking to the side.

""You... White lady... *making one of my vials slide over the counter to her*... It won up your armor defense status, but will make your fell a bit better""" 111,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T06:27:00,tristyn grace tucker,"dawn looked at him ""I am quite fine. thank you""Dawn said slightly irritated her nickname was 'White lady', well at least it was better than other names. ""I do thank you for your efforts potion brewer""She said politly, taking another gulp from her drink, ((me trying to fill in space cause i can't think of anything to not make it a one liner))" 112,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T06:38:00,Briker,"Baffled by the low standards that his potions where being put through he sits his glass on the counter then... wihtout putting his foot on the ground he leans, inches and streaches reaching for the potion that he pushed towards the high horse white lady, getting in a almost horizontal position he finally grabs it and comes back to sitting, breathing heavier than before...

""Nevermind... you coudnt handle it anyways"" Goes back to drinking tossing bitter glances betwen the bartender and the white lady." 113,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T06:43:00,tristyn grace tucker,"dawn rolled her eyes playfully ""i will let you think that"", she stretched quietly, beginning to play with her hair, her impressive chest now in the open, but dawn being dawn not knowing nudity is a bad thing didn't move to fix the problem, silently playing with her hair she smiled to herself, clearly nervous and worried." 114,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T06:51:00,Briker,"John calm and colected, one by one, grabing his vials and putting on his new jacket, drinking and putting vials in while mumbling to himself.
""These people are gonna get ambushed... then they will see!.."" Finishing his drink and pouring another Health potion instead of requesting another ""I fell like sneaking food into a theater right now"" Thinking with himself and sundelly avoiding the bartender's atention, luckyly the naked lady on the side was making it easier than ever.

""Why are you white anyways? is albinism or some sort of curse?"" he blurts out towards Dawn." 115,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T06:59:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""Albino...i believe""Dawn said, looking down at herself, the warrior frowned, in thought, innocently wiping drink droplets off of her chest ""Why do you ask?""She said, turnin to look at him" 116,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:05:00,Briker,"""Just curious, Even tho you're not the first cute white haired lady i ever met, but you're definetively the only one that even the eyebrows are white...""" 117,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:07:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""thank you""She said brightly, ""So you brew? that is a tough skill to master. i am impressed you can make a living off of it""" 118,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:15:00,Briker,"Raising an eyebrow at the lady? ""Brew?""
""I live a mostly mercenary life or a wanderer life, i travel, get ambushed, then i press f9 and sneak to the point of ambush killing everyone and taking their valuables. I made a good score yesterday with the dragon bones, that i killed myself and stolen the souls of, and thats why i'm here drinking... *he stumbles once he realises his mention of his misteriously full drink then take a full gulp* and enjoying the music"" Waiting a second...
""They are thecnically wyverns, but eveyrone call then dragons... so...""" 119,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:19:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""i have no words for that""Dawn announced ""are most here dead?""" 120,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:22:00,Briker,"Shaking his head. ""Do you mean the dragons? do you mean the people?... wow thank the gods you didnt drink that potion you're high already""" 121,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:26:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""i meant the people in this place""Dawn commented" 122,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:29:00,Briker,"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*he was there emitting a sound and looking at the woman's face that showed no trickery that he could detect*mmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn.... no?
""Are you dead?... that would explain the paleness...""" 123,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:32:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""I most certainly am not, you can feel my heartbeat if needed""Dawn said, slightly offended " 124,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:35:00,Briker,"""Okay... *looking at her still a bit incredulous* lend me your hand"" *he skiped a seat to get closer so he wouldnt need to lean as far as he already had earlier*" 125,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:36:00,tristyn grace tucker,"she held out her hand, tilting her head, watching him" 126,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T07:40:00,Briker,"*He gently reaches for the pulse exposing her pale palm to the roof as two of his finger pressing her coll skin and staying still for a moment se he would fell the pulsing of her veins* ""yep... alive, but what made you question about the rest fo the people? OHHHH i see.. maybe Freedie confused you a bit""" 127,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T13:24:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

As she worked the touch panel, Axle watched on to figure out how it operated, before looking around and smiling slightly. Seems like a nice place... peering out the window, he took in the parking lot and rainy street and already considered that it might be based on an actual place before she divulged as much. All the little details just seemed very... real. Rather than something someone would come up with. He turned then to look from the cashier to the dining area, following Nalia and the hostess over to one of the booths.

With a soft, satisfied grunt, the soldier eased into his seat, running his flesh-and-blood hand briefly over the worn leather. ""Hm... Impressive. Physical holograms with realistic sensory texture. This is on the same level as the training rooms I used... maybe even higher quality, actually.""
He picked up the menu then, having a quick look over the items before nodding and looking up at the waitress, letting his eyes go over the details of her outfit before arriving at her face. ""I'll have what she's having, plus a milkshake. Strawberry.""

He waited for her to note down their order, then focused on Nalia again as the hologram went over to deliver it to the kitchen. ""You guys have a food and drink here in the Hotel, right. Is the food she delivers going to be real?"" he asked curiously. ""And I can't help but suppose that some customers might want to use this sort of technology to indulge in some other frustrations than just anger-related ones."" He gave her a look. ""Not to be crude, of course.""

""Anyway."" He placed the metal orb on the table and took the strap off his shoulder, then rested his metal hand casually on the object. ""I noticed you didn't take my sidearm away when I entered, and that the large fella could also carry his sword around... I suppose then that, so long as people aren't going be violent outside the anger rooms, you allow weapons in the Hotel."" The man rolled the orb around on the table off-handedly until he stopped. ""Maybe you already know where I'm going with this... the orb is also a weapon. A far more powerful one than my pistol. It's currently in its harmless, compact form. What I'd like to ask: how do you personally feel about weapons?""

Galen Forrester
Bar
Mentions: @FreddieMercury9546 @PhoenixFaery @Briker @tristyn grace tucker

Galen sat back and cheered for Sephiroth and Freddie as they took the stage, singing another song he had never heard of. These duets sure were a curious but fun thing. When they were done and had returned to the table where he sat, Galen appreciated the other ordering the alcohol-free drink for him. He looked over curiously at the other two people that had taken a seat at the bar, before frowning. Turning back to his table, he whispered. ""Is that woman topless?""

At Sephiroth's question about why they were in the Convergence, how they could move on from there and whether they wanted to, Galen paused. ""Hm... well, it definitely seems like we were brought here by some kind of higher power, out of our control. Maybe it's a kind of magic that did it?"" Oblivious to the fact that he was quoting the title of a song by the singer next to him.
""Well, after watching Axle blow his brains out... I'm pretty sure you can't get out of this place unless you do something even more spectacular. If it is a magical force that brought us here or is keeping us here, then... maybe you'd need a tremendous amount of magical force to break the spell, I guess. Or maybe you'd need to travel up into the dark sky and see if we're in some kind of bubble that we can move out of?"" he suggested as he looked from one to the other." 128,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T16:36:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia couldn’t help but smile at Axle’s words of compliments on the training room. While she didn’t technically build them, she did have the final say of how they looked and functioned. Honestly, nobody had built them. It was more like they manifested as soon as she thought the idea for the hotel. She nodded at his question, understanding his confusion. “You can eat it, taste it, and it will in fact satiate your hunger. The funny thing about being dead,” she began, her eyes staring at her fingers now as they wormed around each other across hands, her lips pursing a bit, “is that you don’t actuallyneedanything. You cannot die a second time here, so there is no actual physical urge to fulfill the body’s needs, because there are none. However, our psychology deems otherwise. We’ve become so accustomed to having food and water throughout the day that our heads will think that we still need it. Alcohol still makes us drunk. Drugs still make us high. Sex makes us feel pleasure and harm makes us feel pain. But all those sensations function only through our personal experiences. If we took away our memories, our experiences, our entire life on Earth, or wherever we come from, if all of it goes missing, then we’d have nothing here...”

Nalia’s words trailed off a bit as she regaled to him all that she had learned in her time being in the Convergence. It was a heavy topic, and she immediately regretted spilling as much information as she did. Her eyes shot back up to Axle, surprised and embarrassed at herself, “I’m so sorry, that got really dark really fast. Uhm...anyway, that’s also why I don’t mind weapons here. Since none of us can actually die, it’s not as much of a threat, even though the pain is real...well, at least as real as our own brains will dictate. Back home I wasn’t too fond of them, always getting in the hands of the wrong people, but since coming here I’ve learned that there are those who have created deeper, more spiritual connections, as if they are actually apart of them physically even if not directly attached to their bodies. It’s not always a case here of “I like it, so too bad.” Like, there’s something far more real than that for some people. So, I allow it, again, as long as they are not used outside of the anger rooms. As I said, we can’t die, but to anybody who’s experienced pain, that’s about as real as it gets, and that’s the worst part of it.”

As she finished her speech on the Convergence and weapons therein, she finally glanced over at the orb with a questioning look. “What is it anyway? I’ve never seen a weapon like this before.” She attempted to reach a hand over to touch it, but then stopped and gave him a look as if asking if it was alright.

((@FreddieMercury9546 @PhoenixFaery @Briker @tristyn grace tuckerNone of your characters are being spoken to or addressed in this post, however, there is more information as for how the Convergence works that I think you all might want to know. Also it’s a pretty big reason and motivational factor for why Nalia wants to help Sephiroth hold onto his memory.

I will add this info to the intro post for any more newcomers.))" 129,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T19:37:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“Nooo food will kill my buzz darling. Really?” Freddie went freely with the man as he yelled to the bar tender behind the counter. “I saw you singing… you go next!!!” Pointing to the book and clapping his hands. “Sing one of mine!! Any one… NOT a sappy one. Something with a good beat, do it do it!! Before you serve anymore drinks.” waving his hand to the machine and egging the bar tender on. ""Do it, do it for me. It pleases me to see young artist enjoying my work. Entertain us! Serving drinks must be dull. Go sing, go on now."" Freddie was not going to take no for an answer. He slide into a seat next to Sephiroth. ""I do love music, everything music.""

When he heard the man's fears he could understand that, who couldn't. Freddie found women to be scarie period. He barely spent time with a women alone, not since his break up with Mary. “What if she knows more about you then you? What if she has the answers?” Freddie could see the man torn, he could see how confused he was. There was something still not know, what was Sephiroth doing here, he didn't believe the man was dead. That scared the hell out of him. Freddie was dead, he left his life behind him. His best friend Mary, his dear lover Jim & now he had to start a whole new 'after life' here, and maybe with this man. This man didn't belong here, he was for sure in his mind that the warrior was not dead and did not belong like the rest of them. That made him sad, but he was determined to enjoy what little time he had with the other.

Hearing the lyrics made him sigh a little. “Roger...”, Freddie mumbled to himself. It was one of Roger's song but like all the songs the whole band took credit for it and Freddie sang it. “There can only be one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be gone.” The singer said remembering a part of the song after Galen stated his thoughts. Freddie put his hand on Sephiroth's arm admitting his thoughts for the first time in front of the other. “He is not dead. So if he tries hard enough he can in fact leave… he isn't here like the rest of us. He is here to do something… he is a warrior, dare I say he is here to kill someone? Over kill someone. He doesn't even know it. I know it. What is a warrior doing here? A fighter? A man of great power? Let me tell you… he is very very powerful. Trust me I know.” Freddie tried not to laugh at the statement. “Since he is not dead what is he doing here??”

Freddie looked to the great man and titled his head looking up at his beautiful face. “I am distracting you from your mission. Stop being distracted by my amazingness and go kill or destroy whom ever you were sent to take care of? Then you can come back… we can have a meal… before a greater force comes and takes you away from me.""" 130,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T21:21:00,Briker,"As John counts the lady pulse he ackowledge the long haired man and his polite invite nodding and poiting his indicator to the ceilling like is a ""one second"" request and then after half a minute he let it go and smiles:

""54"" He would offer his hand to the long haired gentleman for a introduction, but he proves himself too quick already in his way back to the table, then turn this attention back to the non dead Dawn at his side.

""A bit lower than the normal but lets hope that is because you're relaxed, I'm Jhon by the way..."" He say going back to his original seat, taking a sip at his drink then raising the glass as in a cheer for the people at the table." 131,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T21:24:00,FreddieMercury9546,"He had a memory jog and decided to NOT tell the singer? Freddie chewed his food slowly putting up his hand a moment, just to signal that he needed a little more time to chew. His signature teeth sometimes made it hard to chew at times. Freddie listen to the man speak of not spoiling why he was there. Big sword, lots of muscles and a touch exterior. Well he had to be here to harm someone, right? It only made sense? What more could he be there for? Spoil? Spoil a killing spare maybe? “Part of me wants to think your hear to harm someone, then the part of me that knows you a little deeper in this short time doesn't want to think that? Is that wrong of me love? To think or hope that your not hear to harm someone? We all know you may be?”

Egging the bartender on again. “SING! SING!!!” Freddie always welcomed company, he enjoyed meeting new people. Back on earth he had tons of friends, most of whom he spoiled till his last breath.

As his eyes darting over the small crowd he pointed out a few things. “It doesn't bother you that all of them are dead but you darling? I am dead.” Freddie reminded him with a frown on his face, it did put a damper on things. “Ever so dead, I suffered and died and ended up here. This is clearly not heaven or hell. I am slowly starting to realize it… it is a small vacation spot before you go to the place your meant to.” Now that must have been the alcohol speaking. Clearly he had been drinking a little to much but he was just buzzed, not yet lost in an alcoholic daze, almost. “I'm going to hell… yes. I was every so bad.” He laughed when it hit him, but not in a regretful way. “I was a sinner and it was fun… being good is not fun. It's dull to be good. You only live once, so why not do it right?”

Freddie got up and picked up his shot glass in his fingers. As he step up on to the table using the shoulder of the great strong man to help him up he raised his shot glass for the whole bar to hear. “CHEERS TO ALL THE DEAD FUCKERS IN THIS ROOM! MAY WE ALL FIND OUR FOREVER EVER HOME! I hope to see some of you little demons in hell. I do.” The rock star downed the shot and looked down to the other with a grin. “You to Sebbie… your not dead, but cheers to you to.” Freddie slowly got down almost falling but catching himself a moment as he stepped down standing near the table picking up one of the small cut up peaces of meat and feeding it to the other. “As long as your mission has nothing to do with me, you keep your secrets. I will not push you tell me anything that is dreadful. If it is about me… I am going to be very angry that you did NOT tell me the moment you remembered. Let me tell you when I get a little angry I am a little spitfire darling.” Wiggling his fingers to his eyes. “I get a little fire in my eyes, my nose flares…. I sharpen my claws and I get dangerous.” Freddie warned him. " 132,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T21:45:00,tristyn grace tucker,"sawn tilted her head ""Ah...i see""She said with a thankful smile as she gently took the duster from him and slid it on, she raised her eyebrow at him then shrugged ""If you insist, She slid off her stool ""I am not familier to custom greetings, but i do belive stating ones name is a way"" she said innocently""I am Dawn'ell a guardian of good. """ 133,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T22:11:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie wasn't even sure he was ready die, or if he was ready to move on to another place. Why did he have to die. As he listened to the man he ate slowly airing his thoughts out. “I was only 45 when I died. I had so much more to do. I could of write soooo much more. That is not fair! All I did was have a little fun. Just a little fun and look what happen to me.” Picking up the fork he shoved a peace of meat into his mouth to please the man. “If I am dead why do I need to eat?” Freddie said making the point again.

“I am dead. Your drunk, when you sober up your going to see me for what I am… I silly looking singer who is as dead as a door nail. Don't do anything crazy till you sober up. Then you can wake up in the morning… look at me and decided weather you really want to complete your mission or not. Come morning you may not like what you see.” The little singing diva said as he played with his food a little not really needing to eat anymore. ""We eat, we drink... we have a good time, we meet some people then we go to bed. Come morning you can complete your mission. Sound good?"" " 134,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T23:01:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

""I see."" Axle nodded as he looked at Nalia. ""Well... as a soldier I was drilled to see the weapons I use as an extension of myself, so I think I somewhat get what you're saying. Even if I'm not spiritually connected to them. I also am one of those 'get a gun to protect your family' types,"" he said with a self-aware chuckle. ""You're damn right about the pain though. I can vouch for that after putting a bullet through my skull andnotkicking the bucket. That was horrible. Suppose I do owe that Galen kid for putting me back together, but then I did agree to stick with him until we found somewhere safe, and I did. Think he must have heard the shot from my pistol, then realized I was still alive. I don't fucking like strangers putting their hands on me though. But he's a good enough guy from what I've seen.""

When she reached over and asked about the orb, he gave a small smile. ""Well... it's technically a prototype they gave me. Though from how much field action it's seen, and how it hasn't failed me, it's a fully functional one. They called it a 'Force Cannon'. You can pick it up in a moment, but keep in mind it's a lot heavier than it looks. This is what's it like in its compact form. Hold on though, food's here.""
He took the orb off the table for a moment so the waitress could put their plates down in front of them and wish them an enjoyable meal, to which he made a grunt of approval before handing the orb over to her himself - dropping like a brick in her hand for a moment. He pointed then. Along the shallow grooves running across the surface of the smooth, dull grey metal sphere, there were a few small symbols - he focused her attention on one in particular that resembled the capital letter for 'Omega' in Greek. ""That's the button you press if you want to make itdecompact - the nanotech it's made of will then unfold and take the full combat-ready shape and functionality. I advise not to decompact it over the table, it's pretty large and heavy.""

He casually took his burger and had a bite. Quite tasty. ""Or if you want, I can give a little demonstration after we finish our meal,"" he suggested then.

(Approximate look of the rifle when decompacted: )

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Galen Forrester
Bar
Mentions: @PhoenixFaery @FreddieMercury9546 @Briker @tristyn grace tucker

Galen looked up when Sephiroth suddenly brought back the lady he'd whispered about, and cleared his throat. Now that he'd gotten over the initial surprise of her topless appearance, he found himself drawn to her face. He'd never quite seen anything like her albino form, and it should have been frightening. But instead, he found her uniquely, stunningly beautiful. Even as Freddie had a little jolly drunken outburst at the table, he was too mesmerized to pay much attention. He realized he couldn't just stare, so he opened his mouth to let some kind of introduction tumble out.

""Oh hi, hey... I mean, hello, miss. My name is Galen. It's nice to see you. I mean meet you, of course.""
He let out a soft, awkward laugh as he offered his hand for a handshake. ""If you don't mind me saying, you are... enthralling. By which I mean you're beautiful... Not that you're enthralling because your looks areunconventional. I like your looks. You look great. Sorry, I'm rambling. Anyway, so, you've already met Sir Sephiroth, and this is his partner Sir Freddie Mercury. I understand he's a famous singer in his dimension,"" he said as he gestured towards him.

""Oh, and I'm a healer myself by trade,"" the young man added then, realizing he hadn't given much information about himself yet. He also remembered glimpsing something that looked like health potions in the possession of the other person at the bar, so he looked over at John briefly. ""Are you a healer as well? Perhaps of the alchemist variety?"" he inquired with a smile.
""I don't supposeyouare a healer?"" he said with a laugh as he turned back to Dawn'ell." 135,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T23:10:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn grinned brightly ""You seem nervous""She commented to the bashful male, this is what people called adorable, ""It is quite amazing to meet you. Ah, well...yes, i suppose i can be called a healer, or paladdin. Many would kill and hunt for the golden blood that runs through my veins. unfortunetly as i am imortal, Many stories were told of my comrads kinapped and chains to walls, i'm sure you've heard of the fountain of Youth. no one ever asks were it came from.""She said sadly ""The golden blood can do more than heal, So yes. i suppose i can be a Healer.""Her sparkling smile was back." 136,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-16T23:58:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

The back of Nalia’s hand almost slammed into the table as he dropped the orb into her palm. She heard him give her fair warning about the orb’s weight, but still she hadn’t been quite prepared for it. With a small laugh of embarrassment, she lifted it decently enough, but not without some effort. Her fingers traced along the grooves and over the omega he mentioned. She didn’t dare press it, even if he hadn’t told her not to. She was already informed that it was a weapon and it would be stupid to start randomly pressing buttons on something that has the capabilities of causing some form of damage. This may be the anger rooms their in, but the quarters were quite close in the quaint diner setting they’ve chosen.

Nimbly, she handed it back to him once he’s had his first bite of his burger. “As long as you don’t aim it at me, I’m game.” Her smile widened when she took a bite into her own burger as well, kind of excited for what was to come after the meal. While Nalia preferred to avoid confrontation and struggle, she did find it interesting to watch others take on enemies in a match of the physical sort. She’s watched Jecht a few times fighting in his unofficial personal anger room, but eventually he shooed her off after she’d gotten in the way a few too many times. So, a mental note, stay out of Axle’s way when he decompresses his big ball. She snorted a bit at her train of thought and choice of vocabulary, fully aware that he has no idea what she’s thinking, but shrugging it off if he were to ask about it.

The two sat in silence for a bit, enjoying their meals, before the waitress came over again. Nalia was nearly done with her burger, just a bite or two more, when she asked if there was anything more the two would want. Nalia shook her head no, the burger satisfying her well enough. The waitress then turned to Axle and asked him the same." 137,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T00:20:00,Briker,"Raising his head from the counter like being roughly awake from a dream what somehow made his hair somehow even more messy than before, He focused and pondered the question looking at the kid.

"" I guess not... after some time you start to do so many things that you forget what you're... I'm a Hero, I'm a Villain, I'm a Hunter and a Farmer, ""Jhon rose from his seat and aproached the table"" I'm a Knight and Murderer, i did brew most of the potions i'm carrying therefore i'm a Alchemist, but mostly... I would say i'm a Trader *His tone of voice getting lower as he was getting closer at the poinbt of being unsettling in a way*... But what i'm really am is... Selfish"" He smiled that default dry but warm smile.

""I'm John... *reaching with his hand for a shake* What is your name Kid?""" 138,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T00:39:00,tristyn grace tucker,"dawn took a step back from jhon at the word 'selfish'. was he a blood farmer? a term her kind used for those after the properties in her blood. she became oddly quiet but what was most unsettling was the twist in her peaceful features as a look that curdled any mans blood crossed her face. shedid not look directly at anyone at the table. just making it clear that it would not go well for anyone planning to do anything terrible with her, weather it was forcing her to be their bride or chaining her to a wall to take her blood as much as they wanted." 139,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T00:53:00,Norden,"

Galen Forrester
Bar
Mentions: Mentions: @Briker @tristyn grace tucker

""Nervous? Oh, I'm fine,"" Galen let her know with a big smile. When John came over to introduce himself, he shook his hand and nodded. ""Trader John. Nice to meet you. My name is Galen Forrester.""

As Dawn began to explain, he focused all of his attention on her explanation while his expression grew more amazed.
""An immortal paladin with golden blood?"" he repeated slowly and incredulously. ""Wow, you really are special! Your comrades were kidnapped and restrained because people were after you? And your blood is the Fountain of Youth? I thought the Fountain was just a myth - no offence."" The young man lifted his hand apologetically.

""I'm still wrapping my head around all this... it is somewhat funny though. He has potions, I heal through touch, your blood has mystical properties. Quite a collection of individuals."" He smiled before looking at her a little more seriously. Maybe he had misspoken or something, but she'd gotten a lot more closed off after he shook John's hand. He decided to change the subject.
""Well... I believe Sir Mercury just mentioned it but there's good reason to believe that everyone, or almost everyone, who arrives here is, erm, dead. Do you think it's possible that you might have died still, despite being normally immortal? Do you happen to remember what happened before you got here?""
He looked at John. ""Do you remember what brought you here?""

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Eager as she was to take it in hand, it seemed Nalia didn't feel much for activating it. Axle took it back over from her, before swallowing another bite and giving a hoarse laugh. ""I ain't planning to put you in the crosshairs. Reason I brought it up... is because I trust you. And since I understand you care about your sister's safety, I wanted you to know what you have under your roof if anything happens to me or the hotel. If danger comes along, and possibly causes you or your loved ones any suffering... well, you should know the option is there.""

Nalia's thoughts seemed to be elsewhere while they ate, which he had no problem with. He simply focused on the meal and sipped his shake when the waitress returned.
""I'm good too. Nice food, thank you,"" he told the hologram rather blankly before she left, then slid his drink aside when he was finished with it and standing up out of his seat, pressing the symbol on the orb. In a single moment, it visually warped and extended into a scoped metallic rifle that was about as long as his arm, the grooves bending and twisting in and out to form all of the components including a number of buttons and dials on the side.

""We should step out into the rain for a moment. Can you spawn a tank or a similar target in the street?"" he asked Nalia. ""I'm not looking to train, I can do that on my own. Just want to show you the difference between this and, say, a normal gun or a rocket launcher.""
As he walked out the door and into the drizzle, he took aim at the street, fine-tuning some of the settings on the scope. ""A gun shoots a bullet projectile... a rocket launcher launches a rocket. One pierces protection, goes inside and wrecks the components of a body or a machine. The other launches an explosive that detonates, creates a shockwave, heat, fire, and shrapnel. Both are lethal, both can be extremely messy and cause collateral damage. Instead, the Force Cannon was designed to project energy, and cause it to create a concentrated concussive blast at a very specific point. When it comes to heavy armor like a tank's, that means it can break and bend it open just fine in a single shot, without creating fire or shrapnel.""

If she spawned in the tank, he then demonstrated his first point.

""That's a hard blast, of course. If you want to, also, you could simply knock an opponent back or knock them out completely non-lethally, without causing significant damage."" He looked at her. ""The energy doesn't create heat, has minimal sound and can be directed as precisely as a bullet - all it does is create a wave of force. It's by far one of the cleanest weapons ever made. And it can do whatever you need so long as you put the settings the way you want. Target a large or small area with the scope, set the amount of force with the dial, and pull the trigger to project energy - when you let go, the energy detonates,"" he explained, lowering the rifle and turning to her.
""You want to have a go at that tank for yourself?""" 140,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T01:24:00,Briker,"""Nice to meet you Forrest, you seem like a good kid.""

'That's very unsettling to be honest, since i found myself in here i kinda have the felling of dread on the back of my head it is true and yeah my memory is a little fuzzy. I remeber some of the things i did before, but how or when i got in here or where is this hotel located i have no recolection once or ever""

""The problem then lies in how do we make this belief into a fact. Because... with all do respect *Bowing to the queen of rock* He can believe in whatever he wants still doenst make that true... I can easily propose that he is the one that was brought back to life.""

""But how does one prove that something is true? You can check for pulse, that will prove the heart still beating, but that only proves that we are not corpses... putting a ball on ground and see it not move doenst mean the planet is flat... See a white swan dont meant there arent any black swans... you need to disprove it... We would need to kill ourselves... and for what i was hearing seems like someone here has a mission to do with this topic... *looking at Sephiroth* Am i right Mr-Heavy-Metal-Lead-Singer?""

(#Mistery, #MurderMistery?, #SherlockHolmes xD)" 141,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T01:27:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn bursted into laugter ""i am not dead. i am immortal. i seem to have gotten here by accident. however this truly is a peculiar and interesting place. handsome males and booze make it all the better. however, the thought that all the people that reside...may be ...deceased is a bit unsettling. however. still as Mortals say...Cool"" she rasied to thumbs up, her innocence and and...none knowledges...only made her more adorable" 142,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T01:29:00,Briker,Do you bleed Lady? *prefectly concious he was touching some kind of nerve since he noticed her frown minutes ago* 143,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T01:35:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""i will make one thing perefcly clear. I am NOT a trophy. i am NOT a prize. My blood is NO ONES but mine. i will choose what to do with it. if your ever lucky you may live long enough to see a drop. Dare to touch me, dare to take me, Dare to harm me, Dare to think about me. And i Will protect myself.""A smirk played her lips. her skin was very tough to cut after all, yet hopefully thy would never try in the first place. ""That being said. Remove any thought that involve anything...Dangerous""" 144,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T01:41:00,Briker,"*showing Dawm the palm of both of my hands almost like in a surrender*

""I dont want your blood Lady... My quarrel is with even tho you know you bleed you still believe yourself to be immortal?""" 145,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T01:43:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia strode over to the control panel on the wall and spawned a tank as he had asked. The giant piece of equipment manifested on the street in a series of digitized 1’s and 0’s before taking shape and texture. As she followed him outside towards the destructive vehicle, she immediately felt a calming sensation. Even though the tank was there, she always felt good in the rain: the cool wetness that hit her face, the smell that seemed to rise from the ground.

That relaxation didn’t last long, however. She listened to everything he had to say while she basked in the weather, until he shot the weapon. That made her attention quickly snap back to him with a few blinks. Her eyes widened at the damage the relatively smaller weapon had done to the hulking mass of metal before them. Then, when he offered her a go, she couldn’t help but squeak out a “what?!”

Clearing her throat, Nalia hesitantly nodded and stepped closer to him, holding her hands out to brandish the rifle. “Uh...o-okay.” This isn’t the first time she’s shot a rifle, but never something quite so powerful. She remembered how the kickback forced her body backwards, and her stance dictated whether or not she would actually be thrown or stay put. But it had been so long since that time, that when she took his rifle she kinda just stood there looking confused as she stared at the tank. “Uhm...so, I don’t really remember how to do this.” She let out a small breathy laugh, once again, feeling a bit embarrassed with herself." 146,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T01:50:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""i was made, created to protect. and on top of that, cursed. so yes, i do belive i am imortal, just becuase doesn't mean i can't suffer""she said sternly" 147,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T02:29:00,Briker,"*moving his head up and down whislt looking down to the left with a disagree face*""Fair enough""
He turns to Galen, reaching from in his jacket and bringing out a small pink vial and settling it on the table in front of the small healer.
""For you... Its regen... 75% of your health during one minute, but dont use it unless you need it or its going to drain your forces.""" 148,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T03:50:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""...i think i understand now""Dawn says, a little closer than comfort as she inspected him " 149,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T03:57:00,Briker,"

tristyn grace tucker said:

""...i think i understand now""Dawn says, a little closer than comfort as she inspected him

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(who?)" 150,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T03:59:00,tristyn grace tucker,"((You))" 151,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:12:00,Briker,"""So at least you understand the conundrum that a mortal such as myself would be facing in a situation like this...""

He asnwers looking at the cintilating pink vial that he just settled over the table and losing himself in thought as the liquid swirls showing two similar tones of pink mixing together, a flaw that he was sure was caused by his still only ""adequate"" pratice.
""Right?"" turning to face her and looking deep down in her eyes for a moment that felt longer than it should, snnaping out of it, pulling a chair, spining it so its back faces the table then sitting, leaning himself over the back of chair with his arms over it and finally resting his chin o top of it, still with a light pensative aura around him.

""Anyways... who is the... paladin?"" Opening my hands in a humble greeting""" 152,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:14:00,tristyn grace tucker,"dawn shrugged, she was gonna call him an asshole, not quite knowing it was an insult but knowing it was a term for ignorance" 153,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:26:00,Briker,"*his eyes dancing betwen her shruging and the golden white paladin man like a dog laying on the ground looking up and switching betwen the two of then, then opening his hand and slightly waving, then giving up.
""Ugh... white people"" putting a sarcastic smirk on his face

(My mistake... i assumed the don'ell the palading were in the table as well, forget about it, worth the joke tho)" 154,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:29:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""thank you Sephiroth...""She said sweetly, turning with a blink ""i thought we already established that I'm white, Albino to be specific.""She noted, tilting her head

(i can't wait to do my favorite joke, only when i find the perfect shipp)" 155,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:37:00,Briker,"*chuckling at her annoyance then looking looking at the band boy*
""We were not properly introduced, I'm John... and you are Sephiroth... in what band do you sing? Thank you for the invite tho, this is a delightfull table.""" 156,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:54:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie laughs really bad almost spilling his drink at the statement that kinda sounded like a question. He bite his lip a moment and turned to the other trying to keep a straight face. ""Oh he fibbing... he was just up there singing with me... he has talent. Sebbie and the boy fighters. They were a really really big hit in the 70's."" Freddie teased as he gave Sebbie a little pinch in the arm. ""Boy band..."", claps still laughing at the question. ""I like this guy. He is funny. Thank you for joining our table. I like you. Good sense of humor."" " 157,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:55:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn lights up, shining eyes and brilliant smile ""A Fellow warrior!"" she said excidedly, clapping once, She pointed to her golden and white leather sheath resting on her white leather paints ""I quite enjoy the art of protection. How amazing it is to fight for what you belive in!""" 158,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T04:55:00,Briker,"""Oh Really? So... may i propose a idea? When you decide to retire for a more... pacifist way of life you should really consider going to Freedie's dimension. The long hair, the androgeny... the abs, only thing i'm not sure is the voice, but i'm sure a guy with your constitution can train to deliver some high pinch tunes without much problem... You would be success for sure! girls and boys would fall for you and maybe one day get as big as our Queen right here ""Gesturing towards Freddie""

Think about it" 159,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T05:08:00,Briker,"Well... ofc never THAT BIG since metal is not as popular as rock per say, and to the fact he still VERY VERY BIG, evem more after the movie, but still... *opening my jackets and bringing out the potios that i previous tried to sell at the bar, sliding one to each one sitting at the table but Dawn still hurt from her denial* Drinks... yes""

Hope you guys like it blue spicy" 160,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T05:10:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Shocked, doesn't know what to say. Tries to not be insulted, but knows the man meant no harm after all. ""I was a god, still am. A musical god. They hailed me so high no one could touch me. I was perfect. Still am."" Looking over to Sebbie. ""Your beautiful darling, talented to but I'm Freddie Mercury. You can try... go to my world, try to take my place. I can't follow... I am dead but I will watch and see if you can top me. Then when you finally die I will kick your ass for trying... how is that?"" Teasing the singer. Wait... he paused a moment. ""Movie? What movie?"" Freddie had been died so long he didn't and wasn't able to catch up on the times. He didn't know what was going on or what year it was on earth. ""Movie? What movie? Did they make a movie of me?"" Looks to the bartender. ""Do you have this movie? Does someone have this movie? We need to watch it... I need to see it!"" " 161,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T05:18:00,Briker,"John's eyes widening realising the powder barrel he just set off then taking a long gulp on one of his potions
""Yeah... they made a movie about you... i didnt had the time to stop and watch it myself, but for what i read it doenst capture your... ""waving his hand up and down at Freddie"" Greatness..

""But anyways we all would need to figure it out how to come out of here first and then we see what happens..."" Trying to defuse the situation" 162,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T05:20:00,tristyn grace tucker,"dawn was watching a couple in the distanceWhat a peculiar greeting she thought to herself, Tapping Sephiroth on the shoulder" 163,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T05:25:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn leaned in to kiss him pulling back with an innocent look ""Is that a greeting?"" she asked innocently sitting back with a look of curiosity truly wanting to learn not knowing she should feel bad for basically harassing a man she just met

((my favorit joke everyone. even though a shipp proably won't sale...it still makes me laugh))" 164,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T05:26:00,FreddieMercury9546,"""Change of plans for me darling. I need to find the entertainment room. See if they have the VHS tape of this movie laying around."" Not know what a DVD or blue Ray is. ""If they have all my songs in the karaoke book then they have this movie."" Getting his drunk ass up from his chair he left the bar area to return to the lobby. He was looking for a map, or a diagram of the hotel. There had to be a place where they kept VHS's. Every hotel had that right? Maybe even a few from other worlds. As he grabbed the map he looked it. ""Library. Perfect...I WILL BE RIGHT BACK DARLINGS!!!"" Freddie yelled as he took the stair well to the three floor just to find the library and a copy of the movie. " 165,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T05:59:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie returned with a funny box in his hands as he looked it over a moment or two not sure what it was. Opening it and looking in side it looked like a record only smaller, that was the least of his worries. ""This ass doesn't even look like me. His teeth are to small, I mean look at him. Little pretty boy trying to be me."" He kept flipping it around looking to the back of the box and then to the front. ""Oscar winning? Is this a joke? They gave him an oscar? Where the fuck is my oscar? Really now?""

As he entered the room he glared at his lover watching the kiss break. ""Well now, I leave the room for two bloody minutes."" Freddie closed the dvd as his eyes narrowed a little looking to the large blonde at the table as he crossed his arms. With a huff he walked right past the table to the large tv in the bar area struggling to figure out how to work the damn thing he had never seen before. ""No damn vhs tapes... stupid death hotel... stupid movie made about my life. How do you use this damn thing????""
" 166,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T06:11:00,MonsterMistress,"

NPC Bartender
Bar
@FreddieMercury9546

The bartender watches Freddie struggle with the player for a moment before coming around to help him hook it up. It took less than a minute for him to get everything connected, the tv on, and the movie playing." 167,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T06:16:00,Briker,"""I made this mess..."" John stands up hearing Freddie's screams comming from the other room ""Better fix it... Plus no one in this room would know how a dvd work... Good luck little fella""

Nodding to Galen as the the two white haired people break the kiss and winks at the kid.

""Allow me Mr Mercury... *turning on the screen and setting up with the bluray device* God damn you're old... Can you fetch us popcorn i didnt watched it and I will have fun analising it with critic such as yourself... *finishing up the settings , grabing the disk and putting in place so the device can read it* Just tell me when... *readying himself so do play at the first command* Well you gonna love the soundtrack.""

(Welp... nevermind xD)" 168,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T06:49:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""moving pictures...how interesting""Her voice changed to something masculine and strong as she Began to shift genders to a handsome tall albino, Don rested his hands behind his head, so casual, he took off the duster, handing it back to sephy ""forgive me, this heat is suffocating"" Don said quietly before thinking "" and yes. i will join you""" 169,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T06:53:00,FreddieMercury9546,"""Thank you boys."" Freddie says as he gives the tender a pat on the back. ""Thank you so much. You to John. Thank you. These new things are so confusing to me."" He sighed a little and did understand what the beautiful man told him. He would be a bigger person and expect that some countries didn't understand. Even in all his travels no women ever kissed him as a welcome and Freddie had seen and performed all over the world. ""Innocent, I know darling. Your right. I'm sorry."" Freddie could be understand when he wanted, he would behave.

""I do want to watch the movie. I need to see what mess these people made of my life. Then we can complete your mission. Yes?"" Freddie leaned up and kissed his cheek. ""Sit with me? Please? I can't promise this Hollywood mess won't upset me but I can promise no more drama diva moments. I'll even stop drinking and eat something more... popcorn. I'll sober up for the mission. Ok? I promise."" As he sat down he crossed one leg over the other and leaned back. ""If this sucks I am going to sue... shit I can't I'm dead. Fuck me... "" " 170,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T07:14:00,tristyn grace tucker,"dawn shifted once more, more comfortable as a woman" 171,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T07:26:00,FreddieMercury9546,"""Yes, my t-shirt!"" Freddie got up from his chair where he was already very very comfortable in the arms of his love. He walked up to the bar picking up the white t-shirt and bring it back to the topless women offering it to her to cover up. ""Take it, if you don't want to cover up in it then sell it... who wouldn't want one of my t-shirts right? Where I am from we don't flash our tits out for the world to see? It's... well it's weird. Not that they are not nice tits. They are, they are, but all the gay cells in my body are crying my darling. Please cover them up."" Leaving the shit in the chair next to her.

As he returned to his own chair he struggled at first to make himself comfortable watching a little of the movie and huffing at least 20 minutes into the damn thing. ""This is not how it went. This is a lie so far."" He sighed resting his head on the other. ""What a crock... this won awards? The man doesn't even look like me. I'm so much cuter then that."" " 172,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T07:38:00,Briker,"Jhon chuckling to himself during the shirt trade as he started to watch the movie just to wake up with Freddie's exclamation

Mhhhh oh yeah,He won a oscar as best actor IN this movie inpressive actually" 173,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T07:42:00,MonsterMistress,"

NPC Bartender
Bar

“my favorite part was when Mike Meyers said that nobody would ever head bang to bohemian rhapsody in the car. That made me laugh. Because he literally did just that in the movie Wayne’s World over twenty years before this movie came out. Priceless.” The bartender piped in off to the side, snickering as he cleaned a few cups during the movie." 174,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T15:53:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

John couldn't help but chuckle a little at her squeak as he handed the rifle carefully over to her, and smiled at her reply. ""No problem. I'll show you.""

He went up to stand directly beside her. ""First things first, as you probably know, stance. This gun doesn't have a single, sudden kickback like a regular rifle. Soon as you hold the trigger you can feel a small wind-up and then sustained pushback as it generates the energy stream. When you let the trigger go, the pushback disappears again and the energy you directed at your target blasts apart. So you want to assume a stance that grounds you against ongoing pressure, like this."" The soldier showed her with his body, setting his legs slightly apart braced against the ground, pretending to hold the Cannon in his hands with his eyes to the scope, finger at the trigger and other hand supporting the barrel. ""Its wind-up actually makes it easier for you to adjust than a regular rifle.""

John gave her some time to assume a similar stance based on what he showed by eye, before moving to stand behind her and making small adjustments. ""Looking good,"" he nodded. ""Alright, look through the scope and choose your target. You can zoom in or out using these controls..."" the man explained as he put his hand on hers and brought her trigger hand up to two of the buttons on the side of the scope.
""... and use these controls to select either only the spot where you're aiming, or the entirety of the object you're looking at,"" he continued as he brought her hand to another pair of buttons, before letting her get accustomed to zooming in and out using the scope, and selecting only the area exactly between the crosshairs, or selecting the whole object she was looking at - which gave the whole tank a yellow-ish overlay and outline in the scope view.

""Based on your selection - spot between crosshairs or the entire object, it will automatically set up the energy projection to be either concentrated, or to be locked on to hit the whole thing. And then it's just a matter of setting up how hard you want to hit. In the case of this tank, that means: do you want to try to dent or blow open a spot in that armor, or do you want to blow the whole tank back? That's what the dial on the side of the rifle is for.""
He brought her hand to the dial on the side, and turned it all the way down to the lowest setting. ""That's 1. Just enough to knock someone back."" With each additional number up, she would be able to feel a brief click in the dial, all the way to... ""12. That'll about blast apart a building. Let's not go that far,"" he said with a soft laugh. He set it back to a cool 5.

""Five is about enough to dent the armor of that tank, maybe break it open if it's already weakened. So."" He went over the steps once again, going easy for a beginner. ""Choose where on that tank you want to make a dent. Target only between the crosshairs, so make sure the whole tank isn't selected. The right strength of the shot, I already set up using the dial. Now, when you're ready, hold the trigger to briefly let the energy wind up and you'll feel a sligh pushback from the rifle. Then let go of the trigger to make that dent in the armor.""
He waited a few moments, checking as she went through the steps and making sure everything was perfectly in order. ""I'll steady you just in case,"" he told her as he supported her upper back with his bionic arm and put his other on her hip. ""When you feel you're ready, you're cleared to fire.""

Galen Forrester
Bar then movie area
Mentions: @Briker @tristyn grace tucker

Galen was somewhat grateful for Jhon's gift, even if he wondered why someone who was 'selfish' would gift it to him. He wasn't quite sure if it was mixed well either, but he didn't want to inspect it too closely right in front of the gift-giver. ""Thanks, I appreciate it,"" he told him with a smile. It did make sense that, even if he could heal others, he should still keep himself in good health.

It was interesting to think Dawn also considered it impossible that she was dead. He had to wonder if she was dead, or if maybe also people who didn't or couldn't die, could somehow end up here.

Galen’s eyes widened a bit when Dawn suddenly kissed Sephiroth, before his mouth fell open as she suddenly turned into a man while they moved to the screening of Freddie’s... moving pictures, as Sephiroth had explained. When they sat down and Don turned back into Dawn, the healer couldn’t pay much attention to the movie. Leaning in to the paladin, he whispered. “Excuse me, but... you can change your body? From a beautiful lady to a handsome man? Talk about the best of both worlds...”" 175,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T16:15:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn grinned ""Yes...The reason behind that is goodness is equal...of course i was born a woman, so i am a woman. however my abilites allow me to protect however i can. Meaning ' best of both worlds ' is useful"" (just cause it now occurred to me and fore comedic effect) Since don gave back the duster, Dawn was Now uncovered once again. Oblivious as usual to any customs and being herself. one would argue that she did have...extremley...loose armor on so she was technically Covered " 176,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T16:44:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia listened to every word he had to say intently. The last thing she wanted was to screw this up and blow the entire anger room into smithereens, forget just the holographic tank. She took the stance he demonstrated, allowing him to reposition any details she may have missed. As she lifted the rifle and peered through the scope, she could feel the way he touched her hands to help direct her. Slowly it was beginning to become slightly difficult to focus. She just cleared her throat, shaking away any ridiculous thoughts that were creeping into her mind.

Everything he said, she did. everything he explained, she understood. As he proceeded to brace her, hands on her back and hip, another thought tried to slither into her mind, but this time it was much easier to stave off as she held the rifle to aim. Her focus was straight ahead and her finger pressed the trigger, shooting forth a blast of energy that would tear through the metal that he had already dented with his previous Demo shot.

As she held her finger down, she felt her body press forcibly into his hands, the kickback fighting against his hold on her. Still, she stood strong, with his help. Her breath completely left her body as long as she held it down. Until finally she let go, stopping the flow of energy. The sudden shift of force, much the same as a car moving at a high speed then coming to a stop, Nalia lost balance as she faltered forward with a “whoah!”" 177,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T17:06:00,MonsterMistress,"@PhoenixFaeryWhile on the upper floors, he wouldn’t find too much of interest. It was mostly just hallways of doors leading into guests’ rooms. One door was open, as inside one of the maids was cleaning and prepping it for any new guests. If he’s on the floor where his own room was, should he open his own door and walk inside, he would find his room exactly as he would imagine and hoped it would be.

(I don’t want to dictate how the room should look as they’re designed to look as how you want them to, and I don’t want to assume anything. I want this a place to be enjoyed. Goodness knows I thought about going to the extreme based on the description he gave Lydia for giggles, but I don’t wanna do that to ya haha)" 178,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T20:15:00,Briker,"With a big smile on his face John put his hand on his mouth blowing out a high pinch whistle as the music ends then slowly claps impressed at the performance

""Uhuuuulll! I'm telling you dude... prime lead singer meat... i'm just dont envy of whoever decide to be your agent... that would be a handful""

Turning back to the bartender: ""do you guys have ice cream?" 179,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-17T21:47:00,Norden,"

Galen Forrester
Viewing area
Mentions: @tristyn grace tucker

""Oh, I see. Goodness in male and female form..."" Galen nodded as he listened to her, though the concepts of shapeshifting for justice were a little beyond him. He couldn't help but wonder about other things. ""I suppose by goodness you mean protecting those who deserve it, helping others, making the world a better place... but in all honesty I wonder if you've used your abilities in other ways too. Not bad ways of course, but just interesting ways. Have you had lovers before? Seems to me like the ability to switch to engage in differentescapadesin love and all that would be quite fun.""

As he was speaking, his gaze subconsciously lowered from her face until he suddenly realized he was staring at her chest, then his head veered back up, blushing. ""I'm sorry, I got really distracted... usually a woman doesn't have those parts of her body on display for anyone other than, say, a lover. And for, you know, intimate purposes... touching and kissing and all that."" He rubbed the back of his hood as he tried to explain, a little embarrassed.

""Um... anyway, seems everyone's going to see Sephiroth sing. Do you want to go too, or would you rather stay here and talk some more?"" he asked, catching himself looking down again as if magnetically drawn to her body, and looking back up just as quickly.

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

John gave a proud grin as he watched her nail the shot, glimpsing how the tank's armor ruptured - however, his attention was immediately drawn to her stumbling forward as the backpush suddenly ended. ""Woah!"" he laughed, making sure he held her hip firmly while moving his other arm around her front to catch her as she bent forward. Doing his best to cushion her momentum gently by brushing close, rather than have her bump uncomfortably into a metal arm, he stopped her stumble and then pulled her back up to him. After blowing a stray hair out of her face, he looked at her with a smile. ""Well done, excellent for someone who hasn't handled the weapon before. Just look at that tank!"" he nodded, though his gaze barely stayed on the busted open target before it turned back to her.

""If there comes a second time you use that gun, I think you'd probably be prepared for when the pushback stops, and stay on your feet no problem. You're a natural,"" he said after a little pause, letting go of her.
""Anyway... I just wanted you to know it's there and how you can use it. You never know when something happens."" He looked at her with a kinder glint in his eyes than usual. ""Another way to protect your family.""

Clearing his throat, he decided to go with a lighter tone. ""But if I had to guess, it's not your most preferred tool. Or did you have some fun tearing a virtual tank open after all?"" the soldier asked with a light tone to his gritty voice. ""I personally think it can be pretty fun from time to time. Weekend entertainment.""

He gave a soft chuckle. ""But... if it's not your cup of tea. There's always something you can learn and keep up your sleeve for whenever you need it. If you rely only on a gun, you're fucked anyway if you lose it or are forced into a situation where you can't use it to your advantage. And in many cases you don't even need a gun to defend yourself or others if you have your body."" Axle gave her a smile. ""Know any hand to hand combat?""" 180,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-18T03:11:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia laughed as he caught her. “Thanks.” She said between the laughs. She had to say, she was rather proud of herself as well. The hole wasn’t large, but it was big enough that one could see right into the cabin. If there had been a person in there, it would have spelled game over for them. Luckily it was empty, only a hologram. She hoped she’d never have a need to use it against somebody while they were in the Convergence. It was terrifyingly powerful. But, hearing Axle say that it was there should she need to use it felt reassuring enough. While she always strived for best case scenario, she understood the value of being prepared for the worst case.

“While that was very fun, and I wouldn’t mind doing on occasion, a firearm isn’t my preferred weapon. I can’t say I really have a preferred weapon.” Nalia thought for a moment at all the times she herself has utilized the anger rooms. Most of the time was to watch others, but she’s had the luxury of programming one of rooms to follow a full gameplay storyline, one that she could play through as the main protagonist instead of the default hero from the original video game.

As she mused over this, he mentioned hand to hand combat, and a grin spread across her lips as she brought her attention back to him. “It’s funny you ask that. If you had asked me this when I first arrived at the Convergence, I would have laughed in your face, as my experience lied only in playful roughhousing as a child...and an adult.” She chuckled a bit as a couple bursts of memories flashed in her mind. “But, since programming these things, I’ve gotten to try my hand at fighting. More as a means to entertain myself than a source of stress reduction. And with no weapon of my own to use inside here, I’ve only my hands.”

With a quirk of an eyebrow, she smirked a bit at him, “are you asking because you want to try my hand at sparring? That’s it isn’t it? Hold on.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy at the idea of actually fighting another person inside the rooms as she quickly ran over to the control panel. Usually, she made it a point to never get into a tousle with somebody, certain that, despite her practice with the mostly incompetent AI of the system, she’d get trounced easily. This time, however, is out of fun and good sport, which she’s more than happy to give a try.

With a few finger strokes, the setting changed once again, from the street to a martial arts studio, with padded walls and floors. “I know you’re going to wipe the floor with me since I’m not professionally trained, so I just want to make sure that when I do hit the floor, it won’t feel like my spine and face broke into a hundred pieces.” With a few more finger strokes, pulling code from her game, giving herself a failsafe just in case this did get out of hand. Nalia ran back over to Axle, almost skipping, with a big goofy grin. “Okay! I’m ready!”" 181,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-18T03:30:00,Briker,"Yawning as soon as he finishes his passion fruit icecream cone, licking his lips then using a napkin, slaping both hands on his knees and standing like a old person then walking to the microphone choosing the background song and pressing play.
A Pop beat starts playing on the background as he cleans his throat and slightly sways to the tune, a fez seconds later talk without a musical tune on his voice:

""Number one could you please singe the opening to I Want It That Way?""
shifting positions then changing his voice just a bit.
""Really?!... Okay""
♬You are... My Fire...♬
""Number two, Keep Going""
♬The one... Desiiiireee...♬
""Number three!...""
♬Beliiiieve... When IIII say...♬
""Number four!!!!""
♬I want it that way!♬
♬Tell me whyyy!♬
♬Aint nothing but a hearthaache...♬
♬Teeeeell me whyy!♬
♬Aint nothing but a mistake...♬
♬Now number fiiive...!♬
♬I never waant to you you saaaaaay...♬
♬Uuuull!!!♬
♬I want it thaaat waaay...♬

Then proceded music like nothingr have ever happened, mumbling on the parts that he clearly didnt knew and ""nailing"" on the main choruses.
""Uuuull!""
""Who is next?"" He sttod there looking around to see there was anyone left.
( :joy: )" 182,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-18T03:32:00,FreddieMercury9546,"“You missed the movie. That drivel was my life… yes it was up but you could of sat through a little of it.” Freddie said watching the man who was drunk now, he could say he wasn't all he wanted but he was drunk. Freddie could smell it, “Oh dear me… you have been drinking a LOT did you empty my mini bar? Well that is rude. What will I have for a night cap later? Sebbie, your drunk... where are you going?” He rolled his eyes playfully at the man not able to be angry at him.

The singer was a little shocked as he given the sword, the heave thing weight down against the table as Freddie inched it a little away from him. “No one can lift this thing Sebbie, who is going to steal it? Any of you want it?” Joke the rock star. “See baby no one is brave enough to steal it, but I will protect it. If you don't come back I will use it to take over the hotel.” He pout his slender fingers around the base of the sword with a smirk on his face as he gently glided them up and down the handle. “Yep I will take good care of your SWORD, your sword and me are real friends now.” Teased the little man. The man was confused, was this a fashion show or a song? He said he was a warrior but he moved on the stage like a rock star and Freddie was impressed by his gracefulness. He clapped his hands cheering him on. “Yea take it all off!!!! Strip show? Yes!!!” When the lights when down and the spot light when up he stopped clapping and listens waiting for his lover to sing. ""Singing and stripping, yes. I love it already darling.""

It was more then music, it was more then a song. It was a work of art in the making & Freddie was surprised he didn't know the other had it in him. His movement, the way he touched himself. The singer wiggled in his chair a little biting his bottom lip with his big teeth struggling to keep his thoughts to himself as he licked at his lips once or twice. Fanning himself a moment after the other rolled his hips on stage he looked to the bar tender. “I need a drink… dear me please.” He might of lost his mind when the other started to craw across the stage as he blinked his eyes a few times, placing his hand to his own lips holding his words back. The performance was erotic and exciting, he didn't even want to finish eating No he had other activities in his mind now.

Getting up a once when the man motioned him to he came to the edge of the stage looking through his pockets for cash. Finding a few bigger bills he tossed them to the stage mostly being funny. What wood the man do with money? It's not like he needed it right? Did they have cash where he was from? Freddie took the item from the man's hand, maybe he shouldn't of drank the item but he did. No one said Freddie was smart when he as drunk.

When the event was over the singer stood there clapping almost knocking the sword over as he returned to the table but catching it with a hand. It was really heavy, but he manged to lean it back on the table with ease. “Who the hell can follow that?” Freddie teased as the man sat down next to him. “No one can top that, I can't top that.” Leaning over and kissing his cheek he whispered in his ear. “Maybe I can get another show? Upstairs? That is once they refill my mini bar you horrid drunk man.” He teased as he slapped his arm playfully. “Prince… who is going to sing Prince? Bar tender you sing prince.. sing we are still waiting to hear you sing. Do it!!!” Freddie egged the man on once more as he placed a hand on his lovers leg. “What did you give me to drink darling? Hope it wasn't to strong right?” Freddie looked to the others. “Did you see that? Am I the only one with a woodie? Tell you guys saw that? Very impressive Sebbie… I still want a private show later.” Freddie said with a grin. “Don't make me beg baby.” " 183,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-18T18:15:00,tristyn grace tucker,"""intimate purposes?"" the albino questioned with a tilt of her head ""i've never had a lover...once i was almost forced to marry an evil god, i declined and almost killed him...his response was to curse me with unbearable beauty...now i attract everything and have to deal with hurting everyone...its quite terrible...if i had a lover they would have responsibilities...""she smiled gently in thought, before looking back at him and for once she felt slightly uncomfortable, covering her chest cassully a slight bluch formimg on her face. ""I quite enjoy the music...but id rather talk, for i am learning a lot from you"" " 184,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-18T19:13:00,Norden,"

Galen Forrester
Viewing area
Mentions: @tristyn grace tucker

""I'm learning a lot from you too,"" Galen chuckled as he listened to her explanation. ""An evil god... where I'm from, we aren't really in direct contact with any gods. Well, some say magic itself is a form of divine energy that the gods allow us to use, but... I can't say I've ever met a god. I suppose if you are immortal, you are kind of like a goddess yourself? But then, if you are able to kill a god, maybe you're even more powerful!"" He gave a laugh, his mind spinning with all these unusual ideas.

With her covering her chest it was a little easier to concentrate, though he felt bad to make her feel uncomfortable. He tilted his head as he asked: ""But if your beauty is a curse from this god, then he is responsible... so what responsibilities do you mean?""

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Axle took the rifle and turned it back into its harmless orb form as she replied and went on to explain her experience with hand-to-hand combat. He smiled subtly, and gave a nod as she mentioned if he was suggesting they spar. ""Well, yeah. If you're up for it.""
By her enthusiasm, it seemed quite clear she was more than up for it. As she changed the settings, he set the orb down on the martial arts studio floor and laid his pistol down next to it, before standing up and chuckling.

""I ain't planning to hit you that hard anyway,"" the soldier told her somewhat playfully. ""But you're sure eager to get your ass whooped."" He gave her a little taunting wink. ""Alright, let's assume a fighting stance, shall we?""

He kept one foot where it was and slid the other back, and also brought one arm forward - his flesh and blood one - while keeping the metal one back a bit, both clenched into fists. ""You can position yourself however you like, open palm and hidden dragon or whatever you like, but I prefer this kind of stance. Putting one half of your body more forward and the other back makes your body less easy to hit than if you were to just stand still. You try to hit from either side, my forward arm and leg are there to deflect, and my back arm and leg can follow up with a counterattack. Or that's the idea.""

He waited for her to assume whatever stance she wanted to try or was most comfortable with once he'd given his insights into his own, then added: ""No matter how you fight, punches and kicks or grappling and wrestling... It's about how you throw your weight around, being aware of how your opponent thinks you're going to attack, and choosing spots to hit in a way that throw your opponent off balance. So pay attention.""

John relaxed his front fist then to beckon her. ""Now, ladies first,"" he growled with a grin as he began to move slowly in a circle around her. ""Show me how you want to bring an old dog down.""" 185,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-18T19:59:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia took on a very similar stance to Axle’s as soon as he got into position. This wasn’t the typical stance she’d take when playing her makeshift VR game, but without activating the added handicaps of the failsafe she programmed in for herself, her default would likely get her into worse trouble. Mimicking him might be the better option for now.

Before she could figure out what kind of move she’d make though, he went on with his explanation. She could only smirk and lightly shake her head in response with a small chuckle, “this is how I know you’re a dad: always lecturing.” She meant it as a jest. Nalia understood why he was doing it. He was responding to the fact that she wasn’t a professional, and he was trying to help her to better take care of her sister. But honestly, this wasn’t something she was particularly interested in at the moment. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but honestly, I’ve had a less than okay night. No fault of yours, of course. You’ve been an absolute doll, but if it’s all the same to you, let’s skip the lectures for now? I’d rather just have fun, not take a class. When I’m good and ready for learning, I’ll definitely give you a ring. So, if you don’t mind...” before she could finish her sentence, she lunges towards him, “I’ll take that offer!” She yelled, referencing his suggestion of ‘ladies first.’ She knew that by her going first would give him the upper hand in this scenario. She wasn’t fast, but as she said, she’s just looking to have fun, and it was apparent on her face as her smile showed all her teeth while her back fist came forward into a straight punch aimed right at his face. She would never in a million years wish this guy pain, but she made the move knowing, hoping, he would block it." 186,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-19T05:15:00,FreddieMercury9546,"""Why do you have a room? You can stay in my room darling."" Freddie combed his fingers through the others hair as he looked up into his eyes and laughed. ""Prince? Oh no... not Prince. George Michael?"" The man was deep in thought as he watched the other get excited over the private show comment. ""Well I am keeping you to it. I want a show... a private one."" As he stepped up he went to the book of songs and flipped threw looking from title to title. He wanted to sing something smashing, something to hopefully top the others singing & dancing. Which shouldn't heard, he was Freddie Fucking Mercury.

As he found the prefect song he typed in the numbers grabbing the mic and snapping it off the stand. ""That is better."" He pointed to Sebbie. ""This is for you baby..."" Winked Freddie.
Freddie started to sing while running his hand from his chest all the way down his thighs while singing looking to the other man.

I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down, I want you above me
I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Ooh, I don't want anybody else

-Stepping down and sitting on the man's lap yanking his hair a little pulling him close to his lips as he sang-

Oh no, oh no, oh no
You're the one who makes me come runnin'
You're the sun who makes me shine
When you're around, I'm always laughin'
I want to make you mine
I close my eyes and see you before me
Think I would die if you were to ignore me
A fool could see just how much I adore you
I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you

-Stepping off his lap he grabbed a bottle of water dancing himself back to the stage holding it-

I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Ooh, I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I love myself, I want you to love me
When I feel down, I want you above me
I search myself, I want you to find me
I forget myself, I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Ooh, I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no
I want you
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself

-He paused singing just to bite the cap off the water bottle with his signature teeth and spit it to the ground pouring the bottle of water over his head, his t-shirt sticking to his slender tight body-

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ah ah ah ah oh ah
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
Ooh, I don't want anybody else
When I think about you, I touch myself
I touch myself (I don't want)
I touch myself (anybody else)
I touch myself (when I think about you)
I touch myself

Finishing the song he tossed the mic over his shoulders walked down from the stage to the table just to run his fingers to the back of Sebbie's head yanking it back just to look up at him standing there wet and waiting. The singer leaned in kissing his lips as he pulled back he grinned. ""How was that?""

" 187,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-19T05:32:00,Briker,"""Not fair"" John mubles to himself back at his seat on the counter drinking some soda do wash down the alcohol." 188,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-19T13:41:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

MonsterMistress said:

Nalia took on a very similar stance to Axle’s as soon as he got into position. This wasn’t the typical stance she’d take when playing her makeshift VR game, but without activating the added handicaps of the failsafe she programmed in for herself, her default would likely get her into worse trouble. Mimicking him might be the better option for now.

Before she could figure out what kind of move she’d make though, he went on with his explanation. She could only smirk and lightly shake her head in response with a small chuckle, “this is how I know you’re a dad: always lecturing.” She meant it as a jest. Nalia understood why he was doing it. He was responding to the fact that she wasn’t a professional, and he was trying to help her to better take care of her sister. But honestly, this wasn’t something she was particularly interested in at the moment. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but honestly, I’ve had a less than okay night. No fault of yours, of course. You’ve been an absolute doll, but if it’s all the same to you, let’s skip the lectures for now? I’d rather just have fun, not take a class. When I’m good and ready for learning, I’ll definitely give you a ring. So, if you don’t mind...” before she could finish her sentence, she lunges towards him, “I’ll take that offer!” She yelled, referencing his suggestion of ‘ladies first.’ She knew that by her going first would give him the upper hand in this scenario. She wasn’t fast, but as she said, she’s just looking to have fun, and it was apparent on her face as her smile showed all her teeth while her back fist came forward into a straight punch aimed right at his face. She would never in a million years wish this guy pain, but she made the move knowing, hoping, he would block it.

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Axle had to let out a laugh at her barb about him being a dad, but it was pretty clear she was cooking something up while she was giving her reply... and there came the lunge. Straight for the face, ballsy.

""Have it your way,"" Axle chuckled as he moved his arm to divert the incoming punch. She looked like she was having fun, so he threw his body forward to give her a taunting push immediately after and toss her just a little off balance, to keep her on her toes. Swiping at her foot as well, he forced her back for a moment before throwing a few easy to dodge punches her way in kind. No better way to vent some frustrations than with someone who gave just the right amount of pushback.

All in all he was going light on the attack, not just to let her have some fun but also to study how she defended or didn't defend, and how she would attack. Whenever she went for it, he always did his best to dodge or block her attacks, though - he wasn't just going to let himself be hit, she would get the satisfaction of earning that. Nonverbally, John was daring her to pull something he didn't expect and get a hit or two in before he'd consider kicking it up a notch. ""Come on then. Hit me,"" the soldier taunted her with a smile. ""Or do you need another lecture to motivate you?""" 189,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-19T21:59:00,Briker,"@PhoenixFaery,@FreddieMercury9546,@tristyn grace tucker,@Norden(Very briefely, didnt want to pull you too much into this mess)

""Mi mimi mimi *He mumbles and mocks to himself"" I'm dead... You are dead! *he keeps playing and spining his empty soda can, giving Sephiroth a death stare as he waves at him to stand up, wating long enough just to not look like he was giving up into the pressure*
""THE ABSOULUTE NERVE... of this people!""
At this point more insulted to how dowm played his absolutely brilliant previous performance was...
""These guys dont get the art of comedy...""
Fiddling with his phone and purchasing some cheap itens for his next performance, getting up in the stage, taking off his jacket, his shirt, then putting back the jacket, pulling out a white wig that reached the middle of his back in lenght and a cheap plastic katana that he hanged on the side of his pants in one of those wholes where a belt would go.
""You asked for this...""
It was very clear it was his first time putting a wig on, anyone could see that by how crooked it looked, his exposed torso subistituted a 6 packs of abs for a small beer belly surprinsigly naturally devoid of any hair, his messy facial hair didnt matched the wig but it helped with the mockery he was aiming at. He searched for the music and played.

""This is for you Queen..."" *Trying to mimick Sephiroth's voice then blowing Freddie a kiss... waiting a second and then blowing a kiss to Dawn just to pour salt in the wound*

Knowing that the music would have a lot of long parts with only background he put up his best band boy impression, with his left hand holding/hiding his face while he tapped his foot to the beat of the intro.

This is how it's GOnna be...
This is what you'll think of meeee..
It's going down like I TOld ya..
This is how its gOnna be..
I'll be the last man standing here...
I'm not going anywheeeeere...
It's going down like I TOld ya
I'll be the last man standing Here

What you gonna do *Opening his arms like confronting someone right in front of him*
I'm gonna ROck you *Pumping his closed fists on the side of the torso to enphase the ""ROCK you""*
What you gonna do)
I'm gonna ROck you
What you gonna do
I'm gonna ROck you,
I'll have you begging for MErcy begging for MErcy ooooooohh *Sliding his hand over down his torso reaching his waist then one swift movement humping the air*

I'm DAngerous
So DAngerous
I'm dangeroOOoooous... *Grabing his wig and pretending to give it a pull as he shove his head backwards*
So DAngerous

*Pulling the plastic katana out and swinging it right and left to the beat of the music then licking the """"blade"""" just as the chorus starts*

I'm the BAddest mother UP in here
And I'm about to make it cleeeeear
It's going down like I TOld ya
I'm the baddest mother UP in here

What you gonna do
I'm gonna rock you
What you gonna do
I'm gonna rock you
What you gonna do
I'm gonna rock you,

I'll have you begging for mercy begging for mercy oooooOOouuuhh *forcing on the high pinch tune at the end then tossing head out of microphone range to cough, this was too much for his throat*
I'm DAngerous
So DAngerous
I'm DAngerous

*Shaking his head making the wig cover half of the face as the one exposed eye faced forward, not focusing in anyone in particular but at something right in front of him as his tone got lower and lower almost hitting that unsetling tone from way earlier*

Get ready cos here I come
I'm about to come and get me some
Hot as a smoking get *licking his finger then touching it on his shoulder pretending it burned*
Get ready cos here I cum

What you gonna do
I'm gonna ROck you *Pointing at Freddie*
What you gonna do
I'm gonna ROck you *Ponting at Dawm*
What you gonna do
I'm gonna ROck you *Pointing at galen then finnaly humping the air again*

I'll have you begging for mercy begging for mercy ooooOOohh
I'm DAngerous
So DAngerous
I'm DAngerous
So DAngerous

*Swaying his body with his sword draw in sync with the """"La la las""*

As the music ended and calmed down he ditched the plastic sword, reaching to his shirt and put the wig back into his invetory... ""It would probably be useful again""
Assume a """"Are you not entertained"""" pose with a smirk in his face:

""Anyone...? Or should i keep going?""

(OOC Holy shit this is so much work!)" 190,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-19T23:08:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Fully knowing the other was joking he put he hand to his chest and gushed over the comment that it was for him. ""For me? Oh darling, yes sing for me.""

In the end Freddie jumped up along with Sephiroth clapping acting like a fan girl in the crowd. ""WWOOOOOO!!!!"" He almost died (again) laughing when the other threw the panties on stage. ""You know you have done a good job when you get panties thrown at you!"" Freddie said when the other was done. He had not heard the new aged song after his time but he did enjoy it ever so much. ""What was that? Funk?"" Really having no reference point to label it he enjoyed it.

""Time for a love song? Yes... yes."" Getting up he slapped John on the ass as he walked by. ""Good job darling!"" He knew what he wanted to sing and who he wanted to sing it for. As he punched in the new numbers he picked up the mic once more feeling the passion for the music. Freddie's eyes turned to the bar tender who was honestly just minding his own business going about his work. He felt the man wasn't being included in the fun and games. ""This is for you."" He said pointing to the bar.

Love me tender,
love me sweet,
never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
and I love you so.

Love me tender,
love me true,
all my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin' I love you,
and I always will.

Walking up to the bar slowly as he sang his eyes being kept on the tender. He leaned over the bar and kept singing with a twinkle in his eyes.

Love me tender,
love me long,
take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong,
and we'll never part.

Love me tender,
love me dear,
tell me you are mine.
I'll be yours through all the years,
till the end of time.

(When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go).

He reached up behind the bar and picked up the nearest bottle of alcohol and kissed the bottle as he held it close to his face. ""I was talking to you darling... you who made us all so happy tonight. You beautiful slender bottle... love me tender...yes? You and all your friends back here?"" Sliding the bottle back under the counter he blow a kiss to the tender. ""You the man who supplies it to us. Why don't you sing? Yes... your turn."" Freddie left the mic in front of him. ""Show us... take a break. Please... join the fun.""
" 191,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T00:22:00,Briker,"@MonsterMistress,@FreddieMercury9546
""Still not fair""
Being able to see the show almost from a V.I.P. point of view sitting at his seat in the bar, John clapped as Freedie finished the show and wainting for the next in line, he had ideas but would definetively need time some, he wasnt going to get up in the stage so soon.

""Do you miss your shows, Freddie?"" *He tossed to the rock idol after hef inished pleading the bartender for a music." 192,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T00:36:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Walking back over to John he sat down beside him and put his arm around the new friend. ""What is not fair? You were amazing... simply amazing. There are no awards here, it's all for fun."" Freddie leaned over and kissed his cheek hoping a token of friendly love would be enough to even the odds and clear his mind. ""I do, I do. I miss the thrill, I miss the people yelling my name. I miss looking our to the crowd and seeing them singing my words back to me."" Freddie sighed a little, he died to young. His own fault really, he should of been more careful. What was his crime? He loved to much? How evil the world could be. ""What I miss most of all are my mates, Roger, Deeky & even my Brian. We fought like little divas in the studio but we were masters of our creations. We were four struggling Queens just wanting to over throw the world with our songs. Now look at me... dead. Dead as a fucking door nail and singing songs in a Hotel bar."" He pointed to the others. ""Yet I'm happy. If the people are clapping even just 4 of them what more can I ask for."" He titled his head a little. ""The movie, it just shows that even years later I am still a god to them."" " 193,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T01:00:00,Briker,"@FreddieMercury9546

John smiled hearing Freddie pour a bit of his hearth out, looking as his glass half full of water, the droplets forming on the outside, listening and paying attention.
""Like, you're so convinced you're dead, i won't disagree with you, more so because i'm one that know as a fact that Freddie Mercury died, but you, you're clearly in better shape than when you were... like... actually dying. *John boobed his head right and left pondering his words* So you're fully you with all your strenghts, maybe the past is the past and you dont want to mess with, but... i did some thinking about our situation and the tools we have... and just now realising the danger or my proposition... You can re live all that... the crowd, the everything... We have the anger rooms...""
*He turned back to Freddie to see his reaction*
""Be careful tho... one thing i know about the dead is that... they tend to lose their minds after a while... and for all its worth... i dont want you losing yours... Dont think no one here does."" *offering as a peace offer*" 194,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T01:21:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie listened to the man and put his hand to his chest as memories came crashing down on him. The forum he choose was his body from the 70's and all it's slender beauty. No mustache, no bulky strong frame, just slender young beauty. ""I was very sick, losing weight... laying in bed all day. I hide it, covered it up. Did not wish to speak of it. Not then, not now."" He said not meaning to sound cruel. He shock his head hoping the memory would leak out his mind never to sadden his heart again. ""What is this anger room? I am so confused by this? Relive? Relive a concert? How? How can I do such a thing?"" Stepping off the chair as he looked to Sebbie then to John. It would be better to stay in the bar, to stay and not get wrapped up in the hotel's luster. Then again, to relive a concert. ""Lets see this anger room."" " 195,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T01:35:00,Briker,"@FreddieMercury9546,@Norden,@MonsterMistress,@tristyn grace tucker

""We are going to need Lydia... Maybe this time she is going to carry some of my burden! I do to have a eraser in my pocket if that stick man is still there.""

""He shivered a the memory of that weird 2d being. Drank all his water with one gulp, stood up, looking at Dawn and Galen...

""You guys look like a weird mom and son...""

Catching up to Freddie and putting his hand on his shoulder just before he walked out of the bar.

""You do understand you need to be carefull right? Maybe you should think in a show you wanted to do and never did, rather than one you lived through.""" 196,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T02:11:00,FreddieMercury9546,"He barely heard the man's words. Freddie had a very good ear. Years of working with music. Listening & watching Sephiroth leave pissed him off. How dare he speak of him in such a manor, after they had spent a passionate moment together earlier in the day. Ignoring the warning he walked to the counter grabbing a hotel map. ""I am going to relive my greatest show. I don't need a warning. I have done it before & I am going to do it again."" As he stormed off to the stairwell he was more then pissed off. Pissed off he had to die, pissed off he had so much more to give out of life. This place was horrible. Maybe he could lock himself in an angry room and stay there forever. " 197,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T02:47:00,Briker,"@MonsterMistress,@FreddieMercury9546,@PhoenixFaery,@Norden

""Tsk!"" The snap came out of his mouth in a exclamation by itself.

""God damn it! Me in myBig Mouth*He stooped and looked at the camera, """"Great Netflix show btw"""" winking then comming back to the problem in hand* God damn Rock stars!""

He opened his hand and what looked like a trasnlucent square crystal shining a green hue floated just above it, his hands stretched as the crystal emmited a strange sound, then closed it and the shining hue were all around John's body, he didnt know what was coming but would better be prepared. He thought about calling Lydia if Freedie made to the anger room, then seeing him collapsing by the wall he thought in Sephirot, Galen... Maybe the Staff could help, but he didnt know what to do. He Just stood there. Watching what he thought be THE Freedie Mercury had a break down. And in the back of his mind some confusion rose, he didnt know why he cared... but he did." 198,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T18:31:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Getting up from the stair well his brains caught up with him. He gathered himself up and dusted himself off as he lifted a finger. ""I forgot something important."" Stepping down the stairs and slowly making his way through the hotel he returned to the bar to see the last of 'Prince', Rolling his eyes he cleared his throat as he stood in the door frame of the bar. ""Prince?"" Freddie teased the large man whom was sitting alone. ""Want to attend a rock concert?"" Freddie said waiting for answer. ""I promise it will be something you will not want to miss.... plus I guess it's dangerous and I'm not comfortable going anywhere dangerous with out you..."", Freddie said waiting. " 199,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T21:38:00,Briker,"(OOC but, but, but i was having so much fun with chibi galen... xD, but anyways, lets say John perceive him as younger, even more so compared to the white immortal)

""Not physical danger..."" John pass by Sephiroth and Freddie and give taps the side of his head with his indicator, then sits on the bar asking for one more ice cream.

*i'm down... will just finish this of and be right behind you guys. *He stops for a second* You guys should drink some water... And I should be taking care of my own life""
He shrugs at the end of the sentence." 200,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T21:41:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie laughed a little and nodded his head. ""Well it's not real, it's like a memory I guess. So wear what you wish, right?"" He walked to the man wrapping his arms around his body and kisses at his chest covered by the corset. ""What would I do without you? Your going to enjoy this I promise. I swear, John is going to help us get it. It's dangerous, but you will be there right?"" Freddie still wasn't sure how it could be dangerous. Maybe one could lose their mind? What if they got stuck? Was it going to be that bad to get stuck in a concert over and over again? What could be worse? It's not like it was a horrible memory right? If he got stuck in an angry room at one of the lower points of his life then it might be a nightmare instead of something greater then it could be.

Taking the others hand he walked back through the hotel to find one of the ladies. ""John or the ladies... They can get us in. We just need to get in one angry room. Just one, I don't know how it works. I need to learn. I just want to do one more concert. Just one... just one more before I go to heaven or hell or where ever the fuck I am going."" He sighed. ""Yes your mission. Your mission. We still need to take care of your mission darling."" Maybe the idea wasn't a good idea, it was already consuming his mind. " 201,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T21:55:00,Briker,"""IF!"" John point his fingers to the ceiling ""if you're going anywhere my friend...""

""And IF we dont find someone to help us out i can... tryyyy to make it work, like i did with the dvd, I have a easy time with those things""

He walked out to the lobby carrying his cone that slowly melts, not as fast as he was licking it but it still could make a mess at any moment if he got distracted by something. John faced the front desk one more time, not seeing anyone, not Lydia and not even the stick man, he refreshed his armor spell fearing that the 2d creature could sneak up to him at any moment thanks his unfamiliar traits and that wouldnt put his mind at ease. Then tapped the bell twice and waited while finishing his delicious Ice cream." 202,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T22:37:00,Norden,"

Galen Forrester
Viewing area, bar and concert room
Mentions: @tristyn grace tucker @PhoenixFaery @FreddieMercury9546 @Briker

Galen paid attention to everything Dawn had to say, but it became impossible to ignore the sounds of the incredible performances occurring on the stage by John, Sephiroth and of course Freddie Mercury. And he cheered for every one of them, even having an alcoholic drink as Sephiroth kept ordering more for everyone. For a moment it seemed Freddie was not having such a good time after what John told him, but when he decided on delivering a performance in one of the anger rooms, Galen decided to go along and pulled Dawn along with them too.

""John - wow, what a performance! We don't have music like that where I come from. Amazing!"" he gushed for a moment as he passed him, standing by the bell and seemingly looking around for Lydia. He offered a high-five before glancing over as Sephiroth and Freddie ventured into one of the rooms further down. ""Looks like the show is about to start, let's go!""

""Freddie! Wait up!"" he called out, already feeling light-headed from the running and after having the one drink, lightweight that he was. The huge concert area was already materializing, swathes of cheering fans standing up on their seats. ""Do you need some background dancers? Haha! Come on, let's all get on be the background singers and dancers while Freddie takes center stage!"" drunk Galen suggested cheerfully. ""Let's be there for him!""" 203,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T23:01:00,MonsterMistress,"((OOC:@PhoenixFaery @Briker @FreddieMercury9546as Nalia had explained to Axle earlier, without our memories we have nothing here. Re-experiencing a memory is a beautiful privilege here in the Hotel’s anger rooms. They can absolutely be used a means to hold onto those memories. Nalia and Lydia do so sometimes, though not so much specific memories as it was more specific places from their life. But, as with all things enjoyable, there is always the risk of making yourself addicted to it. Jecht will have explained that to you as he set up the anger room, in his gruff begrudging manner lol. So, it is set to revert right back to its metallic blank slate walls once the concert is over, to ensure that it’s understood it is only a playback of a memory and not the present situation. It’s fine to feel the wonder and joy of a memory, much like reminiscing, but it’s never good for your mental health to completely drown yourself in it. You cannot live in the past no matter how much we wish otherwise. So John is not entirely wrong, but neither is he entirely correct. It’s safe to enjoy a memory so long as you recognize it for what it is.))

Norden said:

Axle had to let out a laugh at her barb about him being a dad, but it was pretty clear she was cooking something up while she was giving her reply... and there came the lunge. Straight for the face, ballsy.

""Have it your way,"" Axle chuckled as he moved his arm to divert the incoming punch. She looked like she was having fun, so he threw his body forward to give her a taunting push immediately after and toss her just a little off balance, to keep her on her toes. Swiping at her foot as well, he forced her back for a moment before throwing a few easy to dodge punches her way in kind. No better way to vent some frustrations than with someone who gave just the right amount of pushback.

All in all he was going light on the attack, not just to let her have some fun but also to study how she defended or didn't defend, and how she would attack. Whenever she went for it, he always did his best to dodge or block her attacks, though - he wasn't just going to let himself be hit, she would get the satisfaction of earning that. Nonverbally, John was daring her to pull something he didn't expect and get a hit or two in before he'd consider kicking it up a notch. ""Come on then. Hit me,"" the soldier taunted her with a smile. ""Or do you need another lecture to motivate you?""

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It seemed as if every punch Nalia attempted was a total whiffer. The first few strikes Axle attempted she managed to dodge with relative ease despite her stumbles, each bend of her body eliciting quick successions of “shit, shit, shit” out of her mouth. He may have been holding back on his power, but she was certain it would still leave a nasty bruise if he managed to make contact.

Sure enough, as they went at it, a couple of his attacks did land, causing her to lurch over a bit in whichever direction, grunting. Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough to knock her down, so she kept at it. The jab about him lecturing her again made her purse her lips and smirk, letting out a breathless laugh. “You’re funny, you know that?” So she tried something different this time, straight on attacks not working. As she did the first time, she lunged at him, fist at the ready to throw at his face, but then at the very last moment, instead of bringing her fist forward, using her momentum, she twisted her body around his, moving swiftly until she was just behind him, dropping to the ground and swinging an outstretched leg in a wide arch, continuing with the spin, to swipe his feet out from under him.

If he did fall, she would quickly make an attempt at clambering over him, to straddle and pin him in place with her hands pressing her weight down on his shoulders, legs on either side of his hips, a smug smile on her face. If he didn’t fall, she’d roll away and dodge whatever strike he’d counter with.

@Norden" 204,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-20T23:52:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Air left John's lungs in a brief, annoyed groan as she did catch him off guard with her diversion attack, and knocked him down on the ground. She was on him then, and despite the blow to his system he smiled back at her as he breathed in, his voice a little breathier than usual. To be fair, it wasn't that bad of a position to find himself in, staring at her pretty, grinning, worked up face. ""Attagirl. Now we're talking,"" he growled softly. The man didn't give her much time to celebrate her success, though.
With surprising agility for his age, he threw his legs up and around her upper body, then pushed himself up by his elbows and used the weight of his legs to slam her down. Within a second, his legs were off her again and he jumped up, grabbed her legs and then used his whole body to swing her around. When he let go, the momentum tossed her a ways down the studio before she hit the floor again.

""You caught me off balance once, you can do it again,"" he told her grinning as he cracked his knuckles, walking up to her. ""I hope you got a better plan than just to crawl on top of me next time, though... You gotta know what your goal is. I already know what mine is.""

If she hadn't yet gotten up on her feet yet, he would pull her up by her arm. But regardless, he wasn't going so easy anymore. No punches to the face or anything like that, but... kicks and blows to places that would hurt while not incapacitating her. He feigned a punch only to move diagonally and kick her in the side, then caught one of her incoming attacks and used it to grasp onto her, elbow her other side and then punch her in the shoulder hard enough to knock her back a little. No lasting wounds even if she hadn't put safeguards in place, but painful strikes to get the adrenaline pumping." 205,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-21T00:07:00,Briker,"(OOC awn... A high five for me? <3)

John awkardly fist bumpbed his highfive, but making very clearly the intention was there. then follows up behind, paying very close attention to the explanations were given and on the set up it was being made, if there were interface and how it worked and the comes and goes of things. As the concert were being put toghether he decided that would preffer to stay at the backstage rather than anywhere else, maybe blend in in the crowd to experience it for the first time, but the thought of that sea of people all together screaming was not particurlary pleasant.
He was paying close attention to everyone were doing, but became rather introverted, finding a place that noone would easily find him, thinking, wondering, back again to being one with the shadows." 206,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-21T00:21:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

As she was thrown, Nalia landed with a loud thud, groaning while she lied there. That was not quite what she expected and it was by no means a pleasant experience. Hearing his words, recognizing them as yet another lecture, though at least this one was concise, all she could do was grunt out a question in response, “and what exactly is your goal?” Before she could hear his answer though, he was pulling her up and they were right back into it again.

He wasn’t playing around anymore. She wasn’t anywhere near as fast or as strong. Her experience in fighting consisted of what little time she spent in the convergence and it was completely self-taught. She studied no books nor videos. Had no teacher. It was just a case of being thrown into battle on the easiest possible settings and just having fun with it. Going against Axle was clearly playing on veteran mode and she was being fed to the sharks. They may not have been incapacitating, but his blows still hurt.

Finally, with her heart pounding and various parts of her body aching, she decided to initiate her failsafe. Getting just a bit of distance away from him, Nalia balled her hands into fists, touching them together in front of her chest, knuckle to knuckle, then swinging them out to her sides, elbows slightly bent. In that motion, it was as if space around her warped, fluctuating just around her person in a strange whispy blue vapor that contorted the very space she resided in, condensing mostly around her fists.

This should level the playing field a bit, she thought briefly before leaping from where she stood, the blue trailing behind her as she moved. As she came down, she would throw a fist at the ground just in front of where Axle stood, creating a small crater the size of her knuckles with some cracks spidering out beyond. Just like him in regards to her, she had no intentions of harming him. The strike at the ground would create a shockwave that would throw the man back a few feet, much the same way he threw her.

Nalia relaxed her stance and looked at him, not completely at ease, ready to react again if she needed to, but not in a threatening position either. “I already told you my goal. It’s just to have fun. Whether I win or lose, doesn’t matter. Being a punching bag is not what I consider fun. I’m not asking you to dumb yourself down for me, but I also need you to recognize that I’m not on your level. Nor do I have aspirations to be. At least not currently. Who knows, that may change. But for right now, all I can do is ask again: what exactly is your goal here? Because it clearly doesn’t match mine.”

(OOC the funky blue stuff, by the way, is biotics. She’s been playing mass effect lol)" 207,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-21T00:44:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

As she suddenly activated some kind of special mechanism for herself, Axle raised an eyebrow and watched her jump into the air, taking a step back as she came down in front of him - only to see something unusual happen.
""What the f-"" His words were cut off as the ground and air warped with a concussive blast that travelled through him, throwing the soldier back. Focusing up during his tumble, he did his best to catch his fall with his arms and legs, managing to somewhat skid and roll until he came to a halt.

He got up slowly as he listened to her, before giving a grin. ""Actually, my goal is to have fun too. But in my case, that means piss you off a little. Not to upset you, but to see you fight with a little spice, a little passion. A woman is never more interesting than when she's fucking pissed. And ultimately, my goal is to make you surrender. Fighting has a winner and a loser after all. I'm loving the power stuff you just turned on, though - makes this a lot more interesting.""

He let out a soft laugh, and tilted his head at her with a smirk like the one she gave him earlier. ""Now tell me, what's your idea of fun then? You're gonna break my heart if it isn't to show me some competition.""" 208,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-21T04:29:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie had been dead long enough that he realized he knew how to shift his appearance from what he wanted the outside world to see. As he ran his fingers over his body he shifted slightly, in his late 20's. His hair still long, his check bones still high, he looked to the mirror in the hall of the hotel outside the angry room and sighed. Was this smart? Was this OK? Was it going to be weird? Snapping out of his fear he heard a little voice. It was Galen coming. “Yes, yes, we will wait for you. You will not want to miss it. No back up dancers, I want you to watch. Watch with Sebbie. Keep on eye on John he seems nervous or scared.” Freddie walked to the door waiting.

Entering the room was weird for him, even if he had lived the moment before. The smells, the sights, the sounds of the crowd out in the audience. Freddie wasn't the least bite nervous, no he was something different all together. Looking up to Sephiroth he took a deep breath. “Take the others, go find a seat. Something close up, please. I want to see you.” Freddie put his hands on the others waist. “I'll be OK. I have done this dozens and dozens of times.” Stepping on his tip toes just to kiss his cheek. “Go go.” Freddie said slapping his ass.

It was 1974, they were in London, England and this was one of their first shows at the 'Rainbow Theater' right when their first album got famous. The opening band was playing as his band mates were getting ready back stage. Freddie was shocked, it was so hard to see them. They were all so young, so beautiful. It was how he remembered it. All of them, Brian, Deaky, and Roger, just sitting around putting the last minute touches to their outfits as he went to his little section running his fingers through his clothes. There was a sound at the dressing room door, of course the girls. Yes, the girls always came to check on them before a show in their home town. Then it hit him, Mary. Rushing out ½ way dressed he saw the women and ran up to her hugging her tightly not wanting to let go of her. Yes she was a memory but he didn't care, he just wanted to hold her. Freddie wasn't expecting this, no not in the least. He didn't think he would feel such emotion. The room was dangerous, dangerous to the emotions it made one feel. Just as easy as the ladies came they were gone & the boys were left to finish getting prepared once more. Freddie wondered if the others were having fun in the audience watching the opening band play. " 209,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-21T10:18:00,Norden,"

Galen Forrester
Concert room
Mentions: @PhoenixFaery @FreddieMercury9546 @Briker @tristyn grace tucker

""As you wish,"" Galen smiled to Freddie, before going to find a seat in the audience with Sephiroth. John seemed to have almost immediately isolated himself and he'd lost track of Dawn in the bustle and noise of the room, but he wasn't too worried about them. He could only focus on one thing at a time right now, and that happened to be the opening act as Sephiroth briefly leapt up into the air with him to find the few empty seats reserved for them in the sea of people." 210,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-21T10:55:00,Norden,"""Once, in a lord's hall,"" Galen replied as he held up a finger. ""But it wasn't a concert like this. So many people! And in that hall it was just about letting musicians play their instruments. Which was nice too, they were good at it. But all this..."" He looked around, taking in the crowd and the people on stage. ""...this is madness. But in a good way! Hahaha. It's something new and wild. So I'm guessing Freddie and his group will come up after this one?"" he asked as he moved his body a little to the music." 211,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-21T17:11:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn was singing softly to herself, wandering off into the crowd to find her friends" 212,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-22T03:52:00,FreddieMercury9546,"He was still thinking about Mary and how good it was to see her again. Even if she was just a memory, his heart sank. As he stood by the back stage with his band mates he smoothed his fingers over his outfit and sighed a little looking to a mirror. Was it worth it? Grabbing his mic he nodded his head to himself, Yes… yes it was worth it. He was going to bring the house down again. As he looked to Brian he ran his fingers over his arm and smiled. “I have missed you.”

When the last band finished the small team was working quickly to switch out the drum set along with the mics really quick. Freddie was taking one last sip from a glass of water offered to him by a stage hand. As he his eyes darted to his friends once there was no time to speak. The great lights came up and the band was announced, they quickly ran out to the stage. Roger at his drums, and Deaky & Brian at the guitars as Freddie held the mic in his fingers he looked out into the crows. All of the yelling, screaming and waiting for them, for him. This was what he lived for? This is what he missed most. The sensation of a good show. Spotting his new found after life friends he gave a little wave before he heard the band starting up... the singer wasted no time & broke into song.

" 213,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-26T17:54:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia could only lift her eyebrows in surprise at his explanation. He wanted to see her pissed off at him? That was at all not what she was expecting. She was honestly expecting just another show of peacocking: a case of ‘I’m better and I’m gonna prove it by beating somebody far less experienced than I’ thus ultimately not proving anything of the sort. She’s seen it a lot in her life and it was always so infuriating, but this....was not quite that.

Alright, she could play this game. Whatever fury had built up in her had assuaged a bit, but she kept a hold onto some of it for the sake of fun. As for what she considered fun, “well, I wouldn’t exactly call an ant against a magnifying glass a fair fight, but if you want some competition, I’ll be happy to keep the biotics you like so much. Definitely evens the odds a little bit.” She said with a shrug and a smirk. “Here’s to hoping I manage to break something. I’ll try not to aim for your heart.” She gave him a wink before flicking a hand out towards him, sending a shockwave from her fingertips that would explode in a series of energy blasts, much like her previous attack, one after another from the ground up in a line headed straight for where he stood. It looked similar to mines being set off, though the explosions much smaller (and not meant to rend any limbs apart), like a straight line of dominos.

(sorry for disappearing everybody. Real life called me. Also I had difficulties thinking how I wanted to respond to Axle’s comments lol)" 214,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-26T19:46:00,FreddieMercury9546,"After the show Freddie found himself not wanting to change but knowing he had to put back on the same outfit he came into the place with. As he looked at himself in the mirror he sighed. Why did death have to be so hard? Why did he have to miss his friends? Why did he have to see Mary? As he finished dressing he heard the boys speak of going for a beer but he knew he had to leave, it was to dangerous & to painful to stay longer then he had. Dangerous for his aching heart. Giving the boys each one a hug he gave an extra tight one to John, or Deacy as they always called him. He knew the other suffered mentally after his death. Walking down the halls looking for Sebbie and the others he stopped to see Mary one last time. To hold her, to smell her, even if she was a memory. She was the only girl he truly loved. Finding a quiet spot in the hall he wanted, hoping they would find him because he forgot how to get out. Rubbing his fingers under his eye he tried to keep his emotions in check but found himself tearing up, he had to get out of his memory. He had to leave, it was far to painful to be there. " 215,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-27T13:59:00,Norden,"

Galen Forrester
Concert room
Mentions: @tristyn grace tucker @PhoenixFaery

""Dawn! Over here!"" Galen called out when he caught a glimpse of her again, waving though he was unsure if she'd be able to spot them or hear his voice over the sounds as Freddie began his concert. Soon his attention was fully on the performer as well. It wasn't necessary to know anything about this foreign type of music to be able to appreciate great singing, good instrumentals, and intense performance.
Though a little intimidated by the size and energy of the crowd around them, his tipsiness and focus on the stage helped him to tune the hecticness out and enjoy the show. Still he was surprised to see Sephiroth next to him moved to tears, his gaze drawn over when the other squeezed his hand.

""Incredible, definitely,"" he confirmed his words, and gave him a kind smile as the tall man seemed to be very emotionally affected. He rubbed the other's hand gently as they watched, until eventually even the encore was over.

""Shall we go look for Freddie?"" Galen leaned in then to ask Sephiroth over the noise of the applause, standing up so they could try to make their way through the crowd... or fly there if the other felt like it.

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Axle chuckled in response to her statement, appreciating the slight word play on his last words, before his face changed to one of focus as she launched her attack. It moved fast enough to knock back one of his legs as he dodged, throwing him off balance in his roll and making him curse softly while adjusting mid-roll to not fall on his face. But with a quick correction he at least got his footing.

That sufficed for him to lift his head in time to see her follow-up body attack coming and narrowly block it with his bionic arm - though with added kinetic energy to her movements and muscles, the blows definitely had a greater impact when connecting. He grunted as it knocked him back, luckily he couldn't feel pain in that artifical limb but the strain on his shoulder joint said enough. Using the momentum of the knockback, he swung around with a kick in case she followed up again, then launched himself over towards her. If he kept close to her, he figured, there would at least be fewer chaotic explosions going on around him while she should be able to shield herself and power up her own attacks with the special blue stuff. He'd still be careful not to deal damage, but he liked the idea of being able to throw punches and kicks on equal footing in terms of her withstanding blows and giving impact to her own attacks.

To test how far her damage shielding went, he stuck to using his normal arm for attacks and his metal arm for defense first - and his legs for moving and kicking as normal, moving just fast enough to provide a fair challenge for her reflexes. Of course, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to stick too close to someone who could force-blast him back from close range as well." 216,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-27T17:00:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn wandered over, smiling innocently ""i've found you what a wonderful game of hide and seek!""She said, a sad attempt at a joke" 217,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-27T17:41:00,tristyn grace tucker,"Dawn thought about it, finger on her chin ""Savior...by...rise against""it was a newr song but one of the only ones she knew and adored" 218,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T05:45:00,FreddieMercury9546,"""Sebbie!!"" Freddie said as he gripped his arms feeling him picking him up a moment as if he forcing him to leave. He didn't need forcing, he would of gone freely but he knew the man was only doing what was best for him the memory was to painful. ""Mary was so beautiful tonight. Just as I remembered her... I'll never see her again."" He love for her was not the same, he loved her once, but now he was dead. Life must go on for them, all of them back on earth, for the dead it would be something all together different. When he felt himself being placed on the outside floor of the hotel again he sighed deeply, his eyes looking up to the man. ""It was hard. Harder then I thought it would be."" There was a single tear running down his cheek as he brushed his slender fingers to pushing it away from his skin. ""It was good to see them... and painful all at once. I don't think I would ever do that again. I think that I would rather just sit there outside the rooms."" Looking up to the man he wrapped his arms around him pulling him close to his body, holding himself close to him. Freddie rested his head on the man's chest as he nuzzled into his body. ""This is a dreadful place. It's not heaven and it's not hell, it is something far more dangerous. I don't like it. I don't."" He huffed. " 219,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T15:56:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

As they fought, Nalia used we biotic barrier to encompass her whole body like an extra layer of armor. Every hit Axle landed would bounce off of her without pain to her person, though each successful impact would weaken the shielding. That didn’t stop her from throwing her own punches, each one blocked by his bionic arm.

As she watched the blue around her dim to almost nothing, Nalia waited for a moment between his strikes to throw her arm out, palm out, slamming into his chest and forcing him backwards with her Throw ability. Once there was distance between them again, she threw a Singularity at him, forcing the gravity at a spot near him to warp and pull him towards a single point a few feet into the air, forcing him to orbit around it like a planet around a star.

If he got pulled in by the singularity, she would throw one more biotic move at him, a Slam, that would pull him out of the singularity and slam him to the ground below. If he managed to get away from the gravitational pull, regardless of the direction he’d run, she would tense her body as the blue around her glowed brighter and Charged at him with a bellowing yell, coming at him like a bull seeing red, the biotics making her faster and stronger should she make contact." 220,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T17:34:00,Norden,"

Galen Forrester
Concert room then Bar
Mentions: @FreddieMercury9546 @tristyn grace tucker @PhoenixFaery @Briker

Galen put his hand reassuringly on Freddie's back as he heard him speak his woes, his somewhat tipsy state making him feel the emotions behind those words stronger within himself than usual. ""Sir Freddie, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable about your memories, even knowing the situation you are in now. They are happy memories, right? Perhaps they weren't meant to be enjoyed as if they were happening right here, right now. Maybe memories belong in their own time. But you can still think back on them fondly... and maybe make some new ones in the present. For what it's worth, you were absolutely wonderful on stage.""

First Galen went to see if he could find John to join them again. Then, following Sephiroth supporting the singer and Dawn out of the room and back over to the bar, he sat down and attempted to comfort Freddie some more with kind words while grabbing Dawn's hand as they watched the performance she'd suggested. He knew little of the song but it seemed Sephiroth was certainly giving it his all in movements, dress, vocal expression and prop guitar usage. When he was done, Galen cheered and - fuck it - he had another of the drinks ordered, getting himself more intoxicated. All the singing was somewhat inspiring...

""Do you guys think I should sing something?"" he asked with a slight slur to his tongue.

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

The fight had definitely evolved, and with the threat of harm almost completely taken away by the shield, the young woman was beginning to catch onto his attack patterns, it seemed. The open-palm strike to his chest surprised him and left him open to the follow-up, his heavy body tumbling back suddenly through the power of biotics and landing hard.

""Fuck me,"" the soldier groaned briefly as he braced to make his body stop dragging across the floor, and while his limbs were moving to push him back up and get his footing, his eyebrow raised as he wondered what the hell she was cooking up next. Something shot out from her person, materializing suddenly above him with the gripping force of about a small tornado, and suddenly he was up much quicker - being sucked into the air and tossed around. Axle genuinely didn't expect it, and there was nothing to grab onto as he tried to move his body to reach out with his arms. Instead, he curled up slightly into a ball so as to not leave him wide open for the Slam that followed and made him bounce off the floor slightly with its force.

For a moment, she seemed to be giving him some time to get back up as he groaned and stretched his arms and legs, but then the blue glow around her started growing brighter. Apparently she was getting a taste for it. Her warcry made him smile - he could appreciate some fighting passion even if he was likely going to get his ass kicked as she charged at him like a bull. With only a second to react, he decided to roll forward into the spot where her lower legs would arrive as she blasted forward at dizzying speed, so that her own momentum would make her lose balance and fly forward over him.
However, at the same time, the impact with her empowered legs resulted in him getting blasted back as well, and both of them tumbling in the same direction onto the floor.

Panting, and with the aches in his body telling him not to become a bouncing ball to be tossed around like that again, he decided to use the moment of confusion to grasp on and wrestle her down - his aim to prevent her from throwing any other surprise punches and starting another special attack. His legs holding hers, his arms pinning her down by the wrists.
""Okay, okay,"" he panted as he came face to face with her, his short hair messily jostled from all the tumbling but a certain glint present in his eyes. ""Point proven. Talk about evening the playing field, girl, I'm sure you can beat me. I can handle zero gravity and whatnot but... my ribs still hurt a little from that slam, and the rest of my body.""

He was out of breath, trying to recover it as he looked at her, but his tone was light. ""That bull-charge nearly would made me have to go get healed by Galen again if it landed... I shudder to think,"" he joked. ""Rather would spend more time with you than him if it's up to me. What do you say we both surrender, hm? I do if you do. Do you surrender?""
Cautiously letting go of one of her wrists, unsure about what she'd decide to do, he moved to stroke some of her hair away from her face and make sure it wasn't getting in her eye as he gave a rare smile. In that moment, he couldn't really pretend to be unaffected. Not so much by the combat... but by the fact that her presence elicited desire.

At first that influence gave him a jolt of the desire to be with his family, which he couldn't ever anymore - that impossibility sank in more than clearly after he'd tried and failed to take his own life to get out of this place. If he couldn't do that, it was clear to him there was no other option than make the best of settling into this strange dimension, this new reality. While he couldn't ever forget his family, it only hurt to think about them now. And as far as desire was concerned... the possibility was growing, perhaps, to get closer to someone in this same reality. He was attracted to her, no doubt. Her innate ability only enhanced that feeling. Axle was letting his guard down a little." 221,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T18:06:00,MonsterMistress,"Breathless and panting as well, using so many biotic moves in such quick succession can really take a toll on her stamina besides the actual physicality of the fight itself. Her body was also aching, mostly from being flipped over mid-charge, but the counter was ingenious. She couldn’t argue that. None of the digital enemies she fought thought to do that, though she knew that was due to programming limitations. This man was no program. He was as real as she and any others residing inside the hotel.

It didn’t even phase her that he held her in place. She was exhausted and wasn’t going to be moving to fight it any time soon. But if she needed a reason to, she wouldn’t hesitate to throw him again. Something in his demeanor told her that he wouldn’t though, especially with the call for a truce, a mutual surrender. Definitely not going to argue that. She just nodded in agreement.

Nalia couldn’t help but quirk a small smile when he brushed the hair from her face, and even more so matching his own. That’s when she noticed something about the way he looked at her. She couldn’t quite place it but it certainly elicited a few desires within herself. She couldn’t be sure of it though, so all she could do was tilt her head as she laid there on the floor, her hair splayed out around her head shifting only a bit as she moved. “Penny for your thoughts?” She offered him, curious to know what was going on in his mind right now." 222,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T18:35:00,FreddieMercury9546,"It took him a while to get to his feet but when he did he was following the group back to the little bar. Maybe the others would sing now & he could listen. It would be nice to give his little throat a break. At least for the night that was. When he got to the bar he got a glass of water, just for his throat as he laughed at the others. ""Good job... sing more, maybe you should be the one in concert."" Winking to the large man on stage.

It was nice to be in the room but nice to be out of the room, if that made any sense. Freddie looked up to Galen with a smile on his face, yes he was wasn't he. ""Thank you love, I was. It was nice to relive that..."", Galen was right it was time to make new memories. His old life was behind him, it was time for his after life. Maybe heaven or hell wouldn't be all that bad right? Maybe he could rock that place like he rocked earth? Looking to sephy he noticed the man was more and more intoxicated. ""Maybe you have had enough? Right? Sebbie darling?? Maybe it is time for some water?"" The singer said as he got up watching him. Walking to the bar to refill his water this time for Sebbie. " 223,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T20:06:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

When she nodded, Axle relaxed his grip on her body and gave a soft laugh. ""Alright."" It was a bit awkward to be looming over her on his hands and knees but she seemed comfortable enough there as she asked him her seemingly innocent question without attempting to move away.

What was he thinking? He wasn't quite sure how to put it all into words. ""I, er... well, maybe it's just that strange influence you have..."" he began, before correcting himself. ""Actually no, I'm pretty sure it's not just that. I was thinking you look good. Especially during that bull-rush, but also right now, just lying under me."" He chuckled softly, before continuing a little more seriously. ""I'm not all that approachable, and I know it. I don't want people to approach me. But... I can't say I've regretted a minute of the time spent with you. You're fun. Smart too, not bad in a fight. I feel like we connect, here in this dimension in the middle of nowhere. Feels nice.""

He looked away for a moment, to his normal hand as he ran its fingers gently along the skin of her arm, before the man's eyes looked into hers again as he cleared his throat. ""You're also pretty hot, in case you didn't know."" He grinned slightly after the straightforward statement. ""Maybe that's another reason I enjoyed tussling with you.""
Shifting to support himself on his normal hand, he put a metal finger delicately on her lips. ""Don't tell anyone though."" He laughed a little as he looked at her, his usual barriers lowered.

Galen Forrester
Bar
Mentions: @PhoenixFaery @FreddieMercury9546

Galen was glad to have offered the rockstar some solace at least. Then, in part psychological and in part physical, Galen's state made him looser and got a smile to appear on his face easier, like the one he gave Sephiroth.

""Ooh yes, a duet! Like the one Lydia and I did before... I wonder where she went. I am up for it in any case, Sir Sephiroth. Is anyone else in? What song did you have in mind?"" he asked as he looked around and then at the tall man." 224,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T20:49:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

At first, when he mentioned her influence, her immediate thought was a very dejected ‘of course.’ But before she could react outwardly about this weird desire complex people seemed to feel around her, he continued, retracting the statement almost immediately. Perhaps there was more to it. So, she let him talk, listening to every word.

A eyebrow quirked when he pointed out the position they were in, pressing her lips together to muffle a laugh. The scenewasquite compromising, not unlike what most men would love to picture themselves in. Heavy breathing, one on top of the other, adrenaline through the roof. There was only one logical next step if they were to continue forward. You see it in the movies all the time.

Nalia’s mind certainly went in that direction between his compliments of her, his gliding fingers running across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her arm where it explored, then the metallic hand reaching for her lips. That last gesture and texture was a sensation she was by no means accustomed to, but she didn’t hate it. Quite the opposite actually. She let out a small breathless chuckle at his request. Despite his rough gruff exterior, there was certainly a big softie inside. “Your secret is safe with me...” she began, her voice low as she met his eyes with her own grey ones, “...if....” adding the small caveat, “....you kiss me.” By this point her grin shifted to something a bit more devilish. He didn’t seem to be making any moves to on his own, though he was so close to it, and she certainly wasn’t in the right position to take the initiative herself. So, perhaps, just a small verbal push in the right direction would work well enough, even if she was dangling his self enforced image over his head to do it." 225,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T22:10:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

He hadn't been quite sure - he was older, a little grumpy, struggling to relax from being a soldier, they'd just given each other a beating... but it turned out that his suspicion and hope was true: he wasn't the only one enjoying himself after all. He laughed. That little devilish grin was intoxicating.
""Looks like you're the one giving methose eyesnow... and it's a 'sealing your lips' kinda deal, huh? I can get behind that,"" Axle told her with a smile, then moved his hand from her lips to her cheek as he leaned in, looking back into her eyes.
He couldn't help but think it'd been a long time since he'd kissed anyone other than his wife - but then, it had been a long time since he'd done anything at all, other than focus on his work. And now he was dead, she was dead, they were all far removed from everything before. Deep down, he wanted just a little while to let it go... leave the past with all its worries, its stresses and emotional rollercoasters where it lay. He needed to.
He let his lips meet hers, and from a simple kiss, his desire heated up and he grew a bit more passionate, while breathing gently and shallowly through his nose, until the embrace of their lips broke again. His arms had already descended down her sides in reflex, roaming her body through the fabric, but stopped just at the hem of her shirt.

""You think we can... stay here undisturbed for a bit?"" he asked as he caught his breath. ""If so, maybe we should switch to some more comfortable and appropriate surroundings. Not for any promise this time, just to explore those lips and more. If you can handle it."" There was a little heat in his eyes just like there was in his kiss, or at least that much was visible until he turned to look at wherever the control panel might be. ""Happen to have a nice candle-lit room in there?"" He looked back at her then, offering a hand to help her up. ""Show me how to select it.""" 226,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-02-28T22:30:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia let out a small chuckle as well to his remark about ‘the eyes.’ She hadn’t expected she’d be the one giving it out, but there she was. And what’s more, he obliged. She closed her eyes and felt lips touch lips. It was soft at first, almost tentative. Perhaps there was a hesitance, but she couldn’t be sure. Either way, that feeling didn’t last as the kiss grew into something more heated, a heat that filled her cheeks and spread down her whole body. It had been far too long since she had last been with somebody. Time passing in the convergence felt like forever and no time at all, but her body knew when it has been without something for far longer than deemed okay.

But also because it had been so long, she blushed profusely at his request to switch the scenery to something a bit more...cozy. Nalia didn’t want him to move, but even she had to admit the padded floor wasn’t exactly the most comfortable. Biting her lip, chewing on it a bit in hesitance, she took a moment before explaining to him how it worked. “It’s really simple. It’s all touch screen. Just tap on the menu button in the top right corner, browse through the categories and select the scenario. Although, there is no preset for a candle-lit room as most people just use the actual bedrooms on the upper floors for that.” She laughed once more before she took his hand and stood up. Once on her feet she felt a momentary dizziness as the blood rushed from her head. This is why you’re supposed to keep moving after a workout, even if just a walk. Nevertheless, she caught herself and shook it off. “Uhm, anyway,” she walked over to the panel and pointed to the button on the category screen labeled custom. “This might be what you’re looking for. Just hold your finger there on that box, and imagine the room you’re hoping to see. As you imagine each detail, it’ll read it and manifest it here. Go on. Try it. It’s pretty cool.”

@Norden" 227,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-01T06:08:00,FreddieMercury9546,"He loved the feeling of the others around him, just touching his body. Freddie leaned into the man as he felt the kiss and sighed. It wasn't a bad sigh, it was a happy one. ""Is it that time? Time for the you know what? Oh yes."" The little rock star said as he needed his head. Yes he remembered now, the agreement, the mission. He laughed at the mans comment. ""A tent? For me? stop it?"" What a cute little joke, was it true. Freddie always did love when people fawned and fell over him. ""Well lets not put that to waste right? Yes? Lets sing... a group song?""

""Water?"" Well ok he was a little tipsy himself to, maybe water was the better selection for the rest of the night. ""Come on Galen, Please please. Lets sing."" Freddie stretched out is hand waiting for the little man to join them. ""You pick the song... Galen, you pick the song & I will sing with you. Come now... lets not waste this moment. There may never be another?"" The singer waited as he picked up his glass of water and drank it down still parched from his little memory in the angry room. " 228,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-01T06:31:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie got off the stage, he had enough singing for the day. The concert, the memory, it was all to much for him. As he went to the bar he refilled his water downing it again. It was all to sad for him. ""I have to get my babies."" The man said not wanting to complete the mission without the two cats upstairs. ""Sebbie, my babies."" Freddie said as he pointed upward and reminded him. ""Please, please."" He wasn't going to ask again, he knew if the man cared he would go up and get them. As he held his glass he waited. ""Please. If they can't come I'm not coming... "" " 229,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-01T11:49:00,Briker,"

Somehow even watching this thread the side forgot to give me any alarms from the last two days, so i'm doing the best to conciliate whatever happened with what i had planned for John. Sorry, but wasn't my fault at the same time, Enjoy.

John came to himself like waking up of a nightmare with a sharp inhale finally focusing his eyes to where was in front of his, he came just in time to see the show of lights and taking a while to understand what the hell happened. No! He wasn't dead why and how they just turned into light like that. What? He looked at this hand then pressed it against his face, trying to think to remember, his breath getting out of control then a sudden gasp like in a cry just to be followed by self control. He looked up between his fingers, his eyes watering.
Pulling his daedric dagger and standing up he started walking towards the an empty anger room, walked through the lobby and past the table without worrying about any abomination that was or were there. He reached for all the garbage he purchased in this god forsaken place and just tossed then around leaving then on the floor behind, even the jacket. Moving fast and determined to elbow anyone that crossed his way. There it was. The door for the empty room.

“Anything you want or remember huh?”

He whispered to himself but all the need that moved him to here vanished, he stood there spinning the coarse looking dagger looking at the door without any strength to give even a step forward." 230,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-01T20:15:00,MonsterMistress,"

Lydia
Front Desk to the Anger Room
@Briker

Lydia watched as John ran across the lobby, dropping everything to the floor on his way. The blonde opened her mouth to try and stop him but she wasn’t able to manage a single word before he disappeared into the anger room hall. Sliding out from behind the front desk, she began picking up piece by piece of each item that she was able to carry, trying to clean up as she went along following him. When she found there was far too much for her to hold, she growled in frustration and just let it all fall back to the floor.

Finally catching up with the man, Lydia stepped into the doorway, ready to calmly, but sternly, explain to him the rules about littering and the like, but then she heard him mutter “anything you want or remember” as he stared at the control panel of an empty anger room. “Pretty much...” she said, her hidden anger slowly dissipating as she recognized the distress on his face. “Whatever your heart and mind desire, it can read it and recreate it with nothing but the touch of a button. It’s pretty neat...but also terrifying when you think about how much power it must contain to accomplish such a feat. Still, it has its uses and can be very helpful.” She put a hand on his upper arm and gently turned him to look at her, her face showing sincere concern for the man. “What’s going on? I’d like to help, if I can.” She said, keeping her voice soft." 231,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T03:01:00,Briker,"Why? Why? Why couldn't he go forward? Every bone on his body was cold as he tried to move a muscle towards that door, he needed this! He wanted this! He wanted this? Doubt started flooding his mind. At that moment he heard Lydia's soothing voice. She agreed with him and said something he didn't pay attention to, but then she turned him to face her offering help, Silly girl…
John took a deep breath, it always helped. Her voice somehow helped, felt like a warm blanket shielding him from his immediate fate, such a cruel fate.

“I’ll make sure to clean everything up before i checkout. My apologies for the disturbance, but right now i have important things to deal with so… Thank you for your assistance”

His voice was calm and collected once again so he slowly raised his dagger to her throat without touching her skin, she didn't do anything to deserve that poison on her veins.

“...But you cant come.” *giving her a calm but dismissive smile*

@MonsterMistress" 232,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T04:43:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia gasped, frozen in place with a look of terror in her eyes. Why was he holding a blade to her throat? Had she said something that upset him? Of course, she wouldn’t die from it. No amount of wounding can kill in this place. But it would certainly incapacitate her for who knows how long and the feeling of dying would forever be ingrained in her mind. So, she stood there, unable to move away, but certainly not daring to move forward. “Come?....come where? Where are you going?” She stuttered the words, her voice shaking." 233,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T10:43:00,Norden,"(OOC: Sorry for the delay!)

Galen Forrester
Bar
Mentions: @tristyn grace tucker

From one moment to the next, Galen wasn't quite sure what had happened. He'd done a song on the stage, he remembered wearing the boa and the darkened glasses because he was feeling jolly, but then he was sitting in the room with Dawn looking at the remnants of what looked like some sort of strange lights and it felt like a chunk of experience was missing from his mind. He'd been singing, watched singing, lots of it. But with who? John was there, and Dawn. He could have sworn there were more people, it gave him a strange feeling of yearning... but he couldn't remember. He looked to Dawn, and without wanting to seem like he was a crazy person who'd just imagined it all, he sort of gingerly commented: ""What an unusual display, haha...""

The mage turned his head the other way to look for John, but he couldn't find him. He felt somewhat tired, perhaps it wasn't a bad time to go to bed. But at least he'd hoped to say goodnight to both of the other guests. Axle and Nalia had already long gone so he didn't suspect he would bump into them again. After briefly asking Dawn if she knew where John went, he decided to get up and have a look around, inviting her to come along if she wanted to. He headed over to the front desk.

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Axle listened with a smile as she explained how you'd usually select a preset, and then chuckled as she explained why there wasn't a preset for that particular concept.

""Well, you're welcome in my room,"" he said with a glance as his arm wrapped around her back after helping her up. He made sure she was steady. ""I just don't feel like moving that far right now."" The man grinned and then gave a slightly more serious look as he listened to the rest of her explanation.

""It takes input directly from your mind, huh?"" he said with surprise then, closing his eyes as he pressed his finger to the button. ""Then these rooms are definitely more advanced than the training rooms I used,"" he continued briefly, smiling, before focusing on the image he wanted to summon in his mind. He drew a little on memory from hotel rooms to add certain details, but overall the room was a product of his own creative imagining.

The padding on the floor already vanished and it grew smooth - lines and texture appearing as a wooden parquet surface created decorative shapes in a larger, finely cut and crafted wooden floor. The confines of the wide studio space drew slightly closer and the light dimmed into a rich yellow glow to create a more intimate setting, while inobtrusive wallpaper spread out to cover the barren walls and baseboards appeared where the horizontal and vertical surfaces met.
The light in the room emanated from lit candles materializing in candlesticks on top of a few dressers, and fixed in decorative sconces on either side of a wooden hallway door, as well as from two cast-iron lanterns that hung from chains suspended by hooks in the ceiling. Bathing in the light, a large antique wardrobe, a desk and another door to a bathroom took form, then a glass door appeared and showed a balcony under a dark but star-specked night sky on the other side.
Sitting up against the back wall, finally, a spacious bed emerged. It had a sturdy wooden frame with simple relief decorations, a supportive and comfortable mattress and very soft sheets and pillows - clean, neat, pristine, folded and ready to be crawled into or onto.

With a smile on his face, Axle opened his eyes again and looked around, impressed by the capacities of this system. It was pretty much perfectly what he'd thought of, down to the details. He looked at Nalia then, slid both of his arms around her and brought her close for another brief kiss. ""What do you think, should I add this to the presets?"" he asked then with a grin, looking into her grey eyes. ""I don't usually go for the more elaborate stuff myself,"" he added with a soft laugh, relaxing his hug to let her look around if she wanted to. ""But I can still imagine better than just a plain room. Especially for a unique lady like yourself.""" 234,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T14:07:00,MonsterMistress,"((OOC: Welcome back to the land of the living lol))

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia definitely appreciated the extra bit of support he supplied with his arm. What surprised her was that his arm remained where it was through the entire transformation process. She watched as each detail of the studio melted away into what he imagined, like a wave of wood flowed across and replaced the padded floor. The rest of the details manifested in a blur of electric blue light before coming to rest in the shades it was meant. When it was a preset, the transition from one scenery to another wasn’t quite so slow. But seeing the computer read the details of his mind with such precision was certainly something to witness.

Finally, when all was done, Nalia turned to see Axle appreciate his work before bringing his attention back to her. With both his arms around her she smiled into the small kiss. As for the possible upgrade to the room, all she could do was shake her head, keeping the soft smile, and explained, keeping her voice low, “this is perfect.”

Before he could say another word, Nalia slipped out from his hold and made her way over towards the bed. She took a seat right at the foot of it, spreading a hand across the comforter, feeling the texture. It was certainly soft. Her attention reverted back to him once more, her smile now a small smirk. She tilted her head briefly, gesturing him to join her as she leaned back, holding herself up only with her hands placed upon the bed behind her back, her head tilted to the side as her brown hair draped over left shoulder." 235,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T17:30:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

He smiled when he heard her response, turning for a moment to save the preset in the system, then focusing on her again as he watched her move over to the bed. The soldier met her smirk with his own, taking his holster belt off and throwing it to the side where the orb lay, while walking over calmly to her gesturing hand before she used both arms to support herself. Setting one knee down on the bed beside her, he leaned in with a warm glow in his eyes and brought his head close to her neck, letting a warm breath flow over her skin before giving it a soft kiss, then a hungrier one. There was no need for words when desire could speak from actions.

One of his hands traced up from her arm, slowing down to dive under her hair and brush across the fabric covering her shoulder. Then it slid up to touch the other side of her neck and cup it, while giving light pressure on her throat with his thumb, as if to feel her breathing (and maybe restrict it a little) while he kissed her body.

His other hand, meanwhile, slowly hiked up the hem of her shirt, from his finger into his palm. With soft tension but a firm grasp, he pulled the garment up just enough to expose her bra underneath. Briefly, he kissed down to her shoulder and leaned back, taking in the display of fabric accentuating her chest, and broke his silence.
""That's a nice choice even for just a work bra,"" he nodded softly before looking back up into her eyes. ""Can't even imagine how good you'd make lingerie look...""
It was clear from his expression that he didn't pass up the opportunity to try to imagine it, though." 236,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T18:06:00,MonsterMistress,"As he moved in towards her neck, the feeling of his breath and soft kiss made Nalia sigh as her eyes closed, content in the warm sensations. Her head tilted as his kisses became more fervent, her breath quickening. His wandering hand sent a chill, leaving goosebumps where his fingers traced, contrasting the ever growing heat inside of her. Then when he put pressure upon her neck, she inhaled deeply.

As he exposed her, Nalia’s eyes opened back up and she merely lifted an eyebrow and laughed. The simple black bra was her usual go-to, but as plain as it was, it shaped and pushed up her breasts in a way most flattering to her figure. “I tend to lean more towards functionality.” Not that lingerie was out of the question for her, but it’d be best to keep his expectations realistic. “But maybe for a special occasion, and for a special someone, I might consider.” She shrugged a bit at the last bit.

Nalia did start to feel a bit self-conscious under his roaming eyes, but at the same time thoroughly enjoyed the attention. Electing to nix the shirt entirely, for the moment that he wasn’t on her like his dinner, she crossed her arms over her torso, grabbing the hem, and finishing where he left off, pulling it straight over her head and tossing it to the floor to the side of the bed.

Before he could get another word in, one hand slid over to him, grabbing at the hem of his shirt now, pulling him back to her. “How about we skip the talking...at least for now. Hmm?” Her voice was low and sultry. This wasn’t typical of her demeanor. Sexy was not something she’d normally use to describe herself, but something in the way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her, made her feel like something else entirely. Why not utilize it in the moment?" 237,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T19:36:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

""I see..."" the old soldier replied with a slight smirk as she explained her underwear preferences, and gladly gave her the space to let her pull off her shirt. As she grew more seductive, and assertive, he gave a soft laugh in his low, gravelly voice and nodded, looking at her. ""Yes, ma'am.""

As if to put her slightly at ease about exposing herself, he took a moment to pull off his own shirt and toss it into the room as well, granting her a rare look at his body and its few bionic parts. His metal arm was clearly made to resemble and move just as smoothly as his other, regular arm and shoulder, while some small parts had been visibly built into his shoulder and side as well in order to integrate it seamlessly with the rest of his normal body. As far as his flesh and blood body went, it was clear that he trained often and maintained his musculature, though it wasn't excessive. A tattoo of a serpent coiled around his regular arm, and on his sides were some other, smaller ones.

After discarding the item of clothing, he crawled onto the bed a little further and leaned in for a passionate kiss, applying his tongue in a different way while he let one hand warm and the other chill her body as they roamed it. From her beautifully accentuated chest over her ribs to her bare stomach his palms and fingers slid, taking in every inch of her form, then they ascended from just under the hem of her pants at her lower back, up along her spine to the clasp of her bra which came swiftly undone. Axle pulled away then, though not without a wolvish little bite of her lip, to let both of them recover some of their breath and get the garment out of the way, throwing it aside somewhere into the room.

It seemed he hadn't yet begun to sate his hunger, instead the man was eager to stoke the fire in her a little hotter still. One hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her lips before pressing between them, while he licked down into her neck. The other hand groped each of her breasts unapologetically but rolled teasingly slow over her nipples, before descending over the length of her body and sliding its metal fingers under the hem of her leather pants. Further down even, slipping inside her underwear to explore - and by the careful precision of his movements, it was clear he could feel just as well with those specialized artifical fingers as he could with the others." 238,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T20:17:00,MonsterMistress,"She had to admit, his body was certainly something very nice to look at. Nalia bit her bottom lip as she watched him move over her, once again closing her eyes as his mouth came onto hers, forcing her teeth to free her lip for the passionate kiss. Her tongue happily intertwined with his, taking part in a passionate dance as a precursor for all that was to come from it.

His fingers tickled her skin, the way they moved and the opposing temperatures they brought. Once her bra was free, her own hands slithered their way over his form, feeling each and every groove of every muscle across his torso and arms. For a moment she lingered at the parts that were clearly mechanical, mostly out of intrigue, but she didn’t dare ask anything about it, lest she break her own rule she only just enacted. It will wait. Especially so now since her mouth was full with his thumb.

As he pressed it into his mouth, she just watched him. Her lips closed around at his knuckle, letting her tongue just swirling around the appendage, lightly sucking at it, pretending it was something else as she lifted an eyebrow at him, smirking slightly. If he even could see her face. She doubted he could as he kept focus on her neck, which she did not mind, being a particularly favored erogenous zone of hers.

As her eyes remained on him and her focus on his thumb, she barely managed to realize where his bionic hand was moving, leaving her breasts for something more fruitful, until it already reached its destination. Her mouth opened, releasing his thumb, as a sharp gasp sounded from her throat. With his movements beneath her matching (and slightly wet) panties, he brushed across a particularly sensitive button. Whatever embers were smoldering inside of her quickly came ablaze. Her breath caught in her throat.

With her hands still on him, resting at his shoulders, lightly scratching at his skin while her breathing became a bit heavier, she leaned further back, letting herself fall onto the bed completely, pulling him to follow over her. Her legs spread slightly, as much as her pants would allow with his hand down them." 239,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T20:59:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

He had wondered in the back of his mind how she would react to the sight of his body with its integrated artificial parts, but those slight concerns quickly melted under her exploring hands that even lingered on the metallic. She was truly wonderful. Occasionally between his hungry licks along the side of her neck he did peek up to glance at her expression, and it gladdened him to see that smirk, that gaze, as well as feel her eagerness from the way her lips and tongue played along.

Her gasp and arrested breath made him smirk in turn, removing his thumb from her lips to let it caress her cheek lovingly as she fell back and spread her legs, inviting more. His head reared up to look at her with lust and meet her lips again, while his hand moved with purpose, teasing her with his fingers more and more to push her reactions just a little further... until he removed his hand slowly, easing it out from the confines of her pants. When it was free, he pulled gently out of the kiss and quickly removed her boots and socks before coming back up, grasping her wrists firmly and pinning them just above her head, where headboard and pillow met.
No words still were uttered, but his eyes spoke as they looked into hers -Keep those hands there...- before he loosened his grip and let go again.

Though she didn't seem to be particularly affected by the brief contact he'd made with her breasts, he did find them much too alluring not to engage with a little more, if for his own enjoyment. As he moved down her body, letting his hands undo her pants, he couldn't help but indulge in her chest a little more with his mouth and tongue, but didn't let it slow him down. As soon as her zipper and button gave way to his fingers, he gripped and pulled the leather pants, moving down with them as he stripped them from her body to reveal only her still remaining, somewhat wet panties. Those too, soon were slipped off before he spread her legs, ran his thumbs sensually across her inner thighs, and then let his tongue meet her flesh while his eyes observed her with a hot glint." 240,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T22:37:00,MonsterMistress,"Axle certainly did not need to say a word. The commanding look in his eye as he placed her hands above her head was more than sufficient for her to understand and oblige. He was most definitely a man of the military. Nalia found herself chewing on her bottom lip again as he let go of her wrists. She watched as he indulged in her breasts. It was a pleasant sensation, but admittedly not the most sensitive of areas on her body. She did, however, let out a smaller gasp when his tongue gave a bit of attention to the small nub.

As he moved his way downwards, her mind began buzzing with what else he might do. It went in a thousand different directions, many of which involved exactly what he proceeded to: finish undressing her. She watched him take a moment to appreciate her body, something she was certain she’d never be accustomed to, but could, and would, happily reciprocate as she drunk in the sight of his body as well. All she could do was inhale deeply, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat.

Unfortunately, there was no calming her down. Her bottom lip quivered as her teeth let it go once again, but this time to allow another gasp to sound through them. His touch tickled her inner thighs, causing them to shiver beneath his hands. But the trembling replaced with a sudden twitch of her hips as she felt his tongue meet somewhere far more sensitive than where else it had been thus far. Her eyes stayed trained on his, his look sending another shiver through her. Her chest rose and fell with a higher frequency as her breath quickened, her mouth agape. Her eyebrows were knit together, giving away a look of complete helplessness, as she would be fully drowned in the pleasure he would provide." 241,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-04T23:39:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

What a sight she was to behold, John though to himself as he looked at her, keeping her arms obediently above her head as he'd directed her to without words, biting her lip and letting those sweet sounds slip from her lips whenever he gave her a small or large degree of stimulation. Nalia truly was a beautiful young woman, and he enjoyed every opportunity he had to explore the range of reactions he could get out of her.

The teasing and indulging of pleasure that he gave alternated - long and short licks, soft and hard sucks - then the two began to mix. His hands were not excluded; gradually, he let them get more and more involved the more his tongue progressed from rolling and flicking with its tip to hungry lapping, eager tasting. After making sure she kept her legs spread, he let his fingers and thumbs glide over the more ticklish areas - roaming from the back of her legs to the folds between her pelvis and her thighs - before making them into a source of stimulation by massaging her lips as he sucked on her gently... and finally letting her wetness ease the entry of his fingers when his mouth was no longer teasing butworkingher.

His brown eyes remained as focused as they'd always been - focused now on making her gasps into moans, her shivers and twitches into slight clenches around his penetrating fingers. She'd allowed him free reign. He intended to make it so she wouldn't regret it one bit. No matter how busy his hands and his mouth on her flesh, his gaze was calm, determined - and curious. Every sign that he was driving up the tension in her, he fully explored in his quest to use the control he was afforded.
The invitation in his eyes was soon clear.Come for me, Nalia." 242,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T00:03:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

In a normal circumstance, it would be at this point that her eyes would close, closing off her other senses to focus and relish in the pure bliss of his touch. But this wasn’t normal. She couldn’t close them. It was as if her eyes were glued to his, but it didn’t detract from the pleasure. Rather, it added to it. His focus, his determination, his eyes said more than any spoken word could and they alone could send her into oblivion.

She certainly seemed to be on the edge of such as his fingers, his tongue, his lips, everything working in tandem only ignited the fire within her further. Her gasps did indeed turn into moans. They filled the room and echoed around them. So entrenched in lewd pleasures, she couldn’t even feel the pool that had been collecting at her bottom, feeling only the heat instead of his breath and his hands, adding to her own heat little by little by little.

It eventually became too much to bear. Nalia was teetering. Her moans became louder as her hips began to buck against him, trying hard not to make it difficult for him, but unable to stop it. She was close. So close. Her walls would clench around his fingers, tighter and tighter, as she was leaning into what would cast her off into a mental, emotional, physical frenzy of total ecstasy.

Until finally, with one last moan, louder than the rest and lasting longer, an orgasm washed over in a crashing wave, hitting her with an intense force. She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer as she threw her head back, her back arching, toes curling, hands squeezing the pillows near where they rested, her whole body tensing, walls spasming around his penetrating fingers. She was seeing stars and could no longer breathe with any semblance of a consistent rhythm. All that happened next was her body finally falling back into place, no longer tense but something closer resembling a rag doll. “H-Holy shit.” Was all she could manage to say through ragged breaths and just lied there." 243,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T00:21:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Watching and feeling her respond to a build-up of pleasure was mesmerizing - but witnessing her come completely undone was something else altogether. Her body tensed up more than Axle had even anticipated, he was quite impressed by the intensity of the orgasm that he had driven her towards, winding her up and then pushing her over.

When her muscles relaxed again and she collapsed slightly, he moved to come face to face with her while wearing a big, proud smirk on his lips. Perhaps his pride wasn't just for his own achievement, though - as he stroked caringly through her hair and leaned in to her ear to whisper, in his usual growl.

""Good girl. You did really well.""

Next, he moved his lips to hers, giving a brief kiss before letting her catch her breath some more, while his hand slowly and calmingly caressed her side while he lay next to her. The whole exercise had clearly been quite arousing for him, too, but he was in no rush.

""Are you going to be okay?""

He gave a soft chuckle, before rolling over to the other side of the bed and getting up to go into the bathroom, where he filled up a cup with water and brought it back for her to drink." 244,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T03:10:00,MonsterMistress,"“Good girl. You did really well.” Even in her post-coitus stupor, she could only blink and look at him with an expression that said”excuse me? Are you fucking for real?”But instead of voicing those words, she only laughed, shaking her head. All in all she enjoyed his touches, his kiss, and his company.

When he left and came back with water, she sat up and happily took it. “I’ll be fine.” She answered. “Honestly, that’s not quite what I had expected.” Nalia took a sip of her water, letting the coolness of it ease up the heat that was already starting to dissipate on its own. Of course, she was by no means done if he wasn’t. Her eyes glanced back over to him where he lay, giving him another smile, much the same she gave him when they were still in the martial arts studio first flirting it up. However, there was a new glint in her eye. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on as she looked at him. “You know...I wonder.” She muttered a bit to herself as her mind started to wander. She and her sister went through some...odd changes since coming to the convergence. Could others go through a similar change? She thought this, wondering if the Convergence had something to do with the way his stare affected her so strongly....or was that just him and she was simply weak to it?" 245,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T09:41:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
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Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Okay, his comment was not a winner, evident by her reaction. When he was a slightly younger military man, something of that kind usually never failed to bring out a blush, after he'd directed someone to hold their hands in place like he did with her, or if he gave some other kind of instruction or put someone in a vulnerable position that evidenced a lot of trust. But, different folks, different strokes. ""Sorry,"" he chuckled.

When she talked about being somewhat surprised, he smiled as he laid back down - at least it seemed she was surprised in a good way. The look in her eyes also spoke volumes. When she set the cup down again he pulled her naked form gently closer, up onto his chest, and looked at her.

""What do you wonder?"" he asked with a slight curious tilt to his head, while letting his bionic hand gently stroke across her neck and cup her cheek." 246,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T15:34:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

With a sigh, Nalia closed her eyes for a moment, just enjoying his caresses as she leaned her head into his gliding hand. It wasn’t a real hand, she managed to figure that out well enough, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. On the contrary, she actually liked the idea of it a bit. It was...different.

After relishing in his touch for a moment, she opened her eyes again and smirked while staring into his brown eyes. “Are you aware...what your look does to me?” Obviously, she understood he likely has no idea what she’s talking about, so she elaborated a bit. “In the studio you pissed me the fuck off,” she laughed before continuing, “but here...it’s like I can’t keep my eyes off of you. Like, I can feel what you’re saying without you saying it.” By this point just the tips of her fingers were on his face, lightly touching his forehead, moving across his brow, to his temple, and down his cheekbone, as if to say the eyes she was staring deeply into were the most mesmerizing, holding her attention no matter what is happening around them...or to them. “Why do you think that is?” She mused, sounding like a hypothetical question, but honestly asking as she had no idea." 247,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T16:31:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
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Mentions: @MonsterMistress

After watching her enjoy his touch, he gave a laugh when she mentioned being aggrevated by his gaze, before smiling as she expressed her attraction and the mysterious connection his look might afford. Apart from his hands moving on her hips, the man lay still as she touched his face, and looked back as she peered into his eyes, considering her words.

""I'm not sure,"" he answered just as honestly. ""This is the first time I've heard of that... but then, other than Galen I haven't met too many people here. And there haven't been too many times I've had people look into my eyes for longer stretches. Then again, maybe we just have a good... rapport, I guess it's called. Couples look into each other's eyes all the time too... Don't know what it is.""
He chuckled then. ""Would be more convenient if a man could tell what a woman was thinking by looking into her eyes instead, though,"" he suggested as he focused on those grey orbs. ""It's slightly easier to figure out what a man is thinking anyways. At least in my experience.""

His hands slid up slowly to her ribs, pulling her body gently closer to give her another kiss. ""Maybe you could already tell, then, but I was thinking I enjoyed working your body,"" Axle continued then with a little grin. ""And I was wondering if you're up for more, if I haven't already used up too much of your energy.""

His hands moved into her hair, stroking it back and playing with it gently as he gave her a playful kiss on the cheek. Even now, his heat was still somewhat apparent in the cargo-esque pants he still had on." 248,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T16:52:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia listened to his explanation. He hasn’t heard it before now, so maybe he did develop something since coming to the Convergence. She mused on the idea as he continued, until her eyebrows lifted from his mentioning the difference between men and women. She couldn’t help but laugh, “you’d be surprised at how similar men’s minds are to women’s in a lot of ways. Or are you saying that you’re just a simple-minded man and therefore easy to read?” She stuck out her tongue playfully, still giggling.

It might be her competitive nature talking, or the fact that she was still really feeling him, especially with the way he looked at her, touched her, made her feel. She placed a hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, turning her head to place a kiss on his lips, still grinning during it. She whispered against his mouth with a challenging tone, “I’m all for continuing. I might not be at your level when it comes to fighting, but I know I can keep up with you here...” her tongue snaked out and gave his lips a teasing lick, “...maybe even go longer.” Her voice was low, raspy, as she snickered and took his bottom lip in between her teeth, lightly biting before letting it go." 249,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T17:38:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
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Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Her first teasing comment made him laugh, and he replied off-handedly. ""Well, I guess that's for you to determine. All I know is I'm trained to be focused on my objectives. You know, do what's necessary, get it done. Only now, I guess, those mission days are behind me. Meaning I'll have to focus on something else... like exploring all the way I can hear that pretty voice of yours sing."" Perhaps he wasn't thinking of musical notes, so much as notes of passion... the mischievous little glint in his eyes probably conveyed as much.

He growled softly with enjoyment as she kissed him back and whispered, licking his lips sensually and pulling lightly on the bottom one with her teeth.
""Go longer, hm?"" Axle repeated with a grin. His hands slid down along the length of her back before grasping her ass, squeezing it playfully, and bringing her pelvis in line with his - the bulge in his pants brushing longingly against her lips. ""I thought it would be the most fun to finish together..."" he answered, leaning into her neck to give it a slightly more intense kiss, leaving a slight mark, before whispering into her ear.

""But, if you think I don't have the stamina, then maybe you can give me some endurance training with your other lips first,"" his voice suggested boldly as the soldier took her hand and guided it to his pants. ""And then we'll see how long we both last?""" 250,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T18:23:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

The mention of her singing, calling her voice pretty, that made her blush, but it didn’t stop her from dialing up her perceived confidence. When he grabbed her rear and pulled her against him, her breath caught in her throat as she inhaled sharply from the teasing feeling of him brushing against her. For a moment she felt bad that she may have stained his pants as she was still very, very wet, but then brushed the thought away as he was the one that chose to do it, not her. They have the amenities to available to clean clothes.

Nalia’s mind came back to the forefront of what was happening when he kissed her neck. She sighed and let out a soft moan as her eyes closed, relishing in and loving the feeling. Hearing his husky voice whisper in her ear sent a shiver through her spine. A grin slithered across those lips he referenced when he moved her hand, feeling with better detail through his pants the bulge that aroused her for a second time. She chewed on her bottom lip as she opened her eyes again to look into his, letting her fingers put pressure on his pants, moving around it and upon it, to make out exactly the size, shape, rubbing along the length, enjoying playing with the hidden appendage.

“I suppose I could give you a hand.” Her smirk was sly, having fun with these play-on-words they had been exchanging through much of their conversation. She undid his pants and slid them down slightly, just enough to reach her hand in and grab what she had been playing with through his pants....giving him a hand with the hardened rod. She didn’t last long like that, however, as his request was something a bit wetter. While teasing him a bit more, Nalia gave him another kiss, first on his cheek, then on his lips, his chin, neck, a few on his chest as she moved ever downward, over his abdomen.

The lower she moved, the more she slid off his pants, until they were at his ankles and her lips just above his pelvis. Kicking them the rest of the way off with her foot, letting them fall to the floor at the foot of the bed, she bent down and using just her tongue, she gave him one....long...teasing lick, staring straight up at him as she did so, forever grinning. Now it was her turn to make him crazy, and she was looking forward to it." 251,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T19:16:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
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Mentions: @MonsterMistress

If anything, her wetness was a testament to the fun they were having - Axle didn't mind her staining anything of his one bit. He let out a warm breath as her hand eagerly explored through the fabric, wearing a grin on his face that only grew at her reply.
His eyes went to her eagerly undoing hands at his pants before rising up to take in her lovely face again, then a slight twitch went through his loins at the feeling of her hand directly on his flesh. ""Ooh,"" the man said with a soft laugh as he felt the pleasant pressure of her grip. ""Just a hand?""

His chest was moving as his breathing quickened a bit, but she didn't plan to simply play around. He already had that suspicion when she leaned in to give him those kisses while teasing him, only confirmed by the journey her lips would take after his parted with hers again. Along with his heartbeat his breaths grew more agitated, the sensations making John narrow his eyes slightly but not close them just yet, so he could watch her as she ventured deeper and deeper. Sweet, sweet teasing - those slow strokes from her hand and her seductive treatment making him groan softly already...

His pants fell and were removed, setting free his legs and his arousal. Just as she had done for him, he made sure she had enough room between his thighs to do anything and everything. Now his eyes were glued to her as she ran her tongue from base to tip, sending a shiver down his spine that made him clench his teeth with heated tension, before relaxing into a smirk to meet her own little devilish one.
She was erotic, seductive, enthused, mesmerizing - all just for him. Her hair draped wildly over her shoulders, her younger eyes alight with anticipation and her eager tongue at his manhood... he regarded her with aroused passion in his eyes.You are a wonderful sight to behold." 252,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T19:59:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
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@Norden

Nalia’s heart skipped a beat looking into his eyes. Again, it felt as if the words were whispered right at her ear, his lips caressing her lobe...but they weren’t, and they didn’t. It was only his eyes, just looking at her. That was all.

Her hand still at the base, holding him upright as she went in for another lick, began stroking him again. Only a few strokes, though, as she brought her lips down to the tip with just a light kiss, before opening her mouth and inviting him in. Lowering her head down until not even an inch showed, her hand had nowhere else to go except towards the organ hanging just below. Lightly, gently, slowly, she massaged them between her fingers and in her palm, her head moving along him at the same pace. Her free hand slid over to his inner thigh, caressing it at first.

She moved at this slower pace for a few minutes, glancing between his pelvic area and back up at his eyes, pulling him out every so often to take a breath before plunging back in. By this point he was glistening from her saliva, and likely from any clear bits of fluids coming from him as well. Before long, she would pick up the pace, her caresses stopping to focus on him. Her tongue would encircle him each time he completely disappeared into her mouth. Her throat would squeeze at the tip.

She would keep this pace for a bit longer before moving her mouth off of him again. Taking a breath, her lips still hanging open, she would switch. Her hand back on his length stroking, and her mouth where her hand had been gently massaging and sucking. To contrast the pleasures, her hand on his thighs would lightly scratch at the sensitive skin.
All the while of all that she does, she’d watch him, his face, wanting to enjoy any and all the reactions, the feelings, the excitement, the pleasure he’d show, knowing she was the one in the driver’s seat driving him to all of this." 253,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T20:54:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
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Mentions: @MonsterMistress

The ease with which she let his member slide slowly down her tongue after the last few strokes, and venture over to her throat without gagging, indicated she already had quite a bit of experience and plenty of skill to boot. John's eyes widened a bit as he let out a strained groan in response to her warm, wet, welcoming depths. He was deeply impressed. His low, heated voice muttered a soft curse.

When her hand slid over his testicles and her thumb, palm and fingers rolled over his skin for added pleasure, he closed his eyes and let the sounds of his enjoyment escape freely on his heavy breaths in the same rhythm as the pressure she was building along his nerves with every slow, coordinated movement of her body. His thigh moved a little with her caresses as well, clearly enjoying them. Made restless with the slow-burning pleasure, his hands reached out, found her hair and began to gather it in his palms to let his fingers run over her scalp and along the edges of her ears - giving her back a mere fraction of the sensual joy she was giving him. His body was more than eager, mixing his own fluids with hers on the tongue that welcomed, then enveloped him.

""Nalia..."" he breathed softly, letting her name give expression to his feelings of lust. His eyes, full of pleasure, smiled at her. ""Fuck, that feels good...""

When she moved her mouth off his member, he also took a moment to recover his breath, his chest heaving. As she moved her head lower, his hands played with her hair instead of massaging her scalp, and her mouth and hand elicited low noises mixed with needy breaths from his lips with her efforts. The scratch of her nails along his sensitive skin brought rougher tones in his hums of sexual thrill. It was at once too much and too little, feeding his hunger while at the same time leaving him wanting. His gaze was fiery, horny, longing for more - for her. For everything she had to offer." 254,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T21:23:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

The touches were nice and left an enjoyable feeling upon her scalp and ears, but nothing thrilled Nalia more than hearing his gasps and groans, watching him completely sink into the sensations she was creating as he uttered her name. She reveled in it. And seeing the yearning in his eyes for more as she moved along, it elicited a feeling within her to want him even more.

Eventually, with one last scratch upon his thigh, a bit harder this time, she slid her hand from him to the nub between her legs. Her mouth moved again to his member, taking him in once again, and as she sucked she also rubbed. The over-sensitized spot below her waist had her moaning slightly now against his shaft as she moved, her pace quickening. Faster. Harder. For the both of them. She wanted him, and she let him know for a brief moment as she took him in completely, her lips enveloping the base, and holding herself there for a few moments, looking him in the eyes with knitted eyebrows, her own gray orbs burning with desire. Her throat squeezed his head, she wasn’t breathing, but she kept rubbing so a few gagged sounds did manage to escape along his length, until finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Nalia lifted her head in one swift motion, a string of saliva stretching from her lip to his head, she gasped for much needed air, then wasted no time to move over him. Climbing up the bed towards him, she straddled her legs over his waist and hovering her entrance just above the sloppy erection. Both of their groins were glistening in their wetness as if they were primed specifically for this moment, ready for what was to come. Well...they were, and she couldn’t wait for it any longer.

With heavy breaths, and a quick wipe of her mouth with one hand to rid herself of any excess drool, she took her other hand down to hold him, aim him, and slowly, carefully, sensually, lowered herself, sliding him in with ease. With each inch inwards, her breath and heart would quicken in pace, as seen by her chest rising and falling, until she sat completely down upon him and a small groan escaped her lips." 255,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T22:17:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
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Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Nothing spiced up pleasure like a small dash of pain - her nails dragging across his skin a little deeper, harder.
""Ah-!"" he growled between his heated noises, a glimpse of his gritting teeth appearing momentarily from the corner of his mouth, before he watched her hand descend to her loins. Maybe she did a higher, longer-lasting drive than he did after all, to be playing with herself again so quickly after he'd driven her over the edge previously. But then even he couldn't deny how their tension was palpable in the room. Her mouth was on him again, the moans of her pleasure vibrating against his length as she took him in even faster than before. It was as though he'd made her hungrier too, and now she was feeding both of them. Groans erupted from his core as she bobbed on him - then his breath stalled as she slid deep and looked back with her beautiful eyes, showing her determination. He twitched inside her at that display of intense lust, making herself gag on her pleasure, while the exhiliration rolled from his vocal cords in a choppy, constrained wave.

Axle looked at her with opened, breathing mouth as she emerged gasping, a shiver running through him as she straddled him. He groaned as she did, and he could barely hold back his own desire when her body enveloped him completely. He had to feel her, have her, take her.
His upper body veered up to meet hers, arms wrapping around to claim her and his legs shifting slightly to coil behind her. One hand grasped hold of her hair and pulled it aside to let him lick her neck and bite her shoulder, the other gripped her body and lifted it so he could pull back slightly only to buck into her, slowly. Every bone and muscle in his being shifted in concert to unite with her again, and again. The intensity of his teeth grazing across the incline of her shoulder transformed into one of his lips pressing against hers and tongue seeking tongue, without any regard for the breath he or she were already missing. His freed up hand roamed her skin.
All that mattered was to hold her, keep her - and with every spark of energy coursing through his body, enter that feverish bliss her body granted him as he sought it out gradually faster and rougher." 256,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T22:38:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Anger room
@Norden

Nalia let out a shaky breath as his teeth grazed her skin and bit down on her shoulder. Soon after a moan sounded from deep within her core as he began thrusting into her. She was feeling hotter and hotter with each penetration, feeling him enter deep inside her over and over only elicited more moans and her body to tense up, her walls squeezing around him. When his mouth found hers she happily obliged, and her eyes closed. Their tongues danced around each other in a fevered passion while their bodies intertwined in a dance all their own. Her hips moved with his, light slapping noises could be heard as skin hit skin, echoing in the small room.

Her hands were resting on his chest before one of them began roaming as well, sliding across his torso, feeling every groove of his musculature. It was thrilling to have somebody with such a body, and again it found the spots where metallic portions were present, her fingers enjoying the differing textures as she moved passed them. Eventually the hand came back up, gliding up to his hair where she grabbed a few locks.

Her kisses became more passionate as she took his bottom lip into her teeth again then letting it go. Another lick, and then another kiss. Her kisses moved down to his neck, where she bit into him. She loved the sensations that it brought her, and she wanted to share it with him. A small amount of pain mixed with an overwhelming amount of pleasure was always a beautiful combination. God...she wanted him. She had him. She never wanted this to end." 257,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-05T23:59:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
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Mentions: @MonsterMistress

Every one of her moans that graced his ears was another jolt of lust, a high note in their lovemaking rhythm that filled the room. Her voice's melodic tones were underscored by his own lower groans in their joint song, more so as she tightened around him and heightened his arousal. The touch of her hand drew little goosebumps on his skin, the grip on his hair told him all too clearly that he was wanted, just like he wanted her.

After the loving licks, kisses and draw on his lip, her teeth responded in kind to his love bite in order to claim his skin just as he'd marked her, drawing out another tone in his voice. The cocktail of pain, pleasure, intimacy and exchange was growing too fierce. There was too much heat in his body and mind to allow for thought anymore - only raw, mounting desire prevailed that brought out his little dominant . Along with the rhythm of his penetrating thrusts, his hands slid up to her throat and applied pressure with his fingers, toying with her breath in massaging movements.

He couldn't hold out much longer. His arms gripped hers suddenly, guided them behind her back and folded them over one another, holding them as he tilted her back. The want in his loins had reached a crescendo. His eyes drank in every inch of her bouncing form as he thrusted deep and began to throb against her clenching walls, controlling every aspect of their two bodies' slapping, pounding union. His face tensed up as the edge approached, half formed swears slipping out on his breath. When her lower body slid down and met his pelvis again, all of the tension hit him in an explosive wave that vibrated from his lips in shaky, animalistic noise. Pressing her down on the bed, he was overtaken by an orgasm more powerful than anything he was used to - his eyes filled only with the raging rush of release." 258,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T01:16:00,MonsterMistress,"The sounds they created were intoxicating, only barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. That sound would lessen only slightly when he grabbed her neck, making her breathing more labored, heavier, as she panted for air with her tongue sticking out. Moans would still escape her throat as she felt him throbbing inside of her, nearing his climax, feeling the stiffening hardness plunge deeper and deeper into her, hitting all the spots that would cause her own finish to come ever nearer.

Then, all too suddenly, she felt him loose her throat and grab her arms and guide her backwards, forcing a gasp of surprise from her, besides the myriad of other lewd noises that would expel from her mouth. The new angle made the blood rush to her head, her moans becoming raspier as her breasts bounced in a full display to the ceiling, and to him, with each of his pumps. She felt the fire in her for a second time ignite to a larger degree hotter than the first. Her teeth clenched as she whined out, feeling him coming over his edge and into her, filling her, spraying her walls and cervix with the warm substance. And the animalistic groan that came from him shook her to her core as she let her own orgasm wash over her, this one more powerful than her first. She trembled with him, over him, her walls clenching around him, as if pulling him and everything he had to offer into her. Her whole body was quaking, riding out this climax until absolute completion, forcing her hips to rock, twitching back and forth in a grinding motion on his lap, eliciting more gasping moans, turned into almost small cries, from her throat." 259,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T01:51:00,Norden,"Even as his mind was drifting on the intensity of his release, Axle was smiling to see her come along with him, splayed back while the rocking motions of her hips and clenching of her walls squeezed every last drop from him. He hoped her voice hadn't broken as it spilled into throaty sounds, his arms letting go of hers to let every bit of tension in her relax.

Despite how amazing this moment was, the result of their 'coming together' in every sense of the phrase... he couldn't help but wonder if they'd overdone it a little. Both in terms of how far he pushed her, and in terms of him unloading so recklessly and liberally inside her. His first concern, of course, was for her well-being.
With a grin he leaned over her, leaving their bodies the way they were united just for now, and stroked back her hair as she lay back gasping. He too was panting, his voice more hoarse than usual. ""Nalia?"" he asked softly, clearing his throat. ""That was intense. You okay? I won't move just yet, give you some time to recover first.""

Reaching over, he grabbed a few of the pillows and pulled them under her head more, giving her at least a minimum of support and allowing the blood to flow more easily into the rest of her body. Meanwhile, his hands moved to give her body some very light massaging strokes from bottom to top, aiming to help her relax and ease out of the intensity of the orgasm." 260,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T02:38:00,MonsterMistress,"“Nalia?”

“Yeah?...” she breathed out, lying splayed like a rag doll half on his lap, half on the bed. Her orgasm had completely dissipated, but every once in a while her hips would twitch just once or twice.

“That was intense. You okay?”

“Heh...” she let out a single chuckle. Her eyes closed. ‘Intense’ was an understatement. That was....honestly, she couldn’t think of a better word, but definitely something more than that. Instead of adding onto it, she just merely nodded, smile dumbly, her chest shaking in silent laughter. “Oh yeah...I am...way more than okay.” All her words came out in raspy breaths, unable to actually use her vocal chords as her body is focusing more on breathing than talking.

She appreciated the lack of too much movement, waiting for her to regain herself. Then she appreciated even more the pillow and massaging. She took in a deep breath, through her nose, then exhaled slowly out her mouth. His touch, something that previously excited, proceeded instead to relax her. Her heart still responded like it did before, but at a much less elevated pace, but still slightly higher than normal. With a sigh, she let her eyes open once more, giving him her usual smile, not filled with lewd thoughts or desires, but simply in pure contentment. She wasn’t quick to move, even if she had recovered enough. Nalia simply wanted to just enjoy the moment, here, intertwined with him. Though, admittedly, she wished for his face to be closer. “Come here.” She whispered, her voice not as raspy or breathy anymore, reaching a hand to his shoulder, coercing him to untangle himself from her and bring his face to hers." 261,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T09:32:00,Norden,"With a happy smirk at her responses, John gripped her hips and eased out slowly, letting some of their combined juices spill and stain the fabric underneath them, but that didn't matter. He let his erection sit against her body, then, and maneuvered up to meet her - letting her touch him, answering any kiss she might give, gently caressing her cheek and playing with her hair.

""You're pretty amazing,"" he told her then with a smile, stroking back a few of her locks while leaning on his mechanical shoulder and resting the other hand at her side. ""My kind of wild gal.""

Looking down briefly, he could see the mess his sticky, glistening manhood was creating against her body and chuckled as he looked back up. ""We might need a shower. But also... if we're dead, then that probably means we can't create life, right? And if so, boy am I excited to do that more often. Because that felt great.""" 262,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T13:54:00,MonsterMistress,"Happy to see him oblige, she let out one more soft grunt as he pulled out and made to kiss him. Her hands went to his shoulders, lightly caressing him as her arms slid over them so that her fingers could lightly play with his hair at the back of his head. Sighing in contentment, all she could do was smile with a tired chuckle. “You’re pretty amazing too.”

After mentioning the mess, Nalia’s eyes lowered as well to witness the chaos of their love-making strewn about their pelvises. She tilted her head for a brief moment and her eyebrows lifted, thinking about his words. “You know....I didn’t even think about that.” She laughed again, “gotta say, that beats taking the pill.” Her smile widened as she continued laughing, more out of release from the intensity of the previous activity. She really didn’t think about it, but it was true. Since coming to the Convergence, she didn’t get a period, she didn’t go through PMS, nothing. The hormonal stuff seemed to not exist for her which meant that conception was impossible.

....That brought a dark thought for a moment....

She didn’t let it linger, however, quickly shaking it from her head. No use dwelling. Her circumstance wasn’t going to change, so just enjoy every moment she could while she was here. And the prospect of being able to take in a load without consequence started moving her mind into lewder thoughts. “Oh, now I’m getting ideas.” Her eyes glinted with a bit of wickedness but she didn’t bother to vocalize her thoughts, electing instead to let him guess.

Before he could ask her to elaborate that last statement, she slid out from underneath with one last kiss and stood from the bed. She looked around for a moment and saw the holographic bathroom formed by the anger room’s programming, and then sighed. “That’s not going to clean us,” she said pointing to the virtual shower with a thumb, “it’ll make us think we’re clean but once this turns off we’ll still see ourselves covered in our spunk.” She clicked her tongue in frustration. She was now wishing she had worn a skirt because putting on tight leather pants over this felt like a trip to chafe city that she wasn’t ready for.

“So...there’s a set of emergency stairs at the back of this hallway. We could make a break for it and head down to the pool?” She shrugged, unbelieving of herself that she’d actually suggest streaking, but she couldn’t think of anything else. But hey, he might be game, and it certainly beat the alternative." 263,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T16:16:00,Briker,"Still holding his smile John lowered his dagger and nodded at Lydia.

""See you in the other side Miss""

He opened the door, walking inside the empty anger room, not sure if was the same that Freddie had his last show but it didn't matter. Closed the door behind him and with a swift attack shoved his dagger in between the door and the wall, not locking it but holding it in place. He sighed and cracked his knuckles.

""Better get this thing started""

" 264,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T16:30:00,Norden,"

John 'Axle' Winters
Anger room then hallway
Mentions: @MonsterMistress

There was a little colour on the man's cheeks, perhaps from more than just their exertion when she told him he was pretty amazing as well. He wasn't used to compliments, but of course he appreciated them. John simply took it and smiled.

Her expression seemed to change from jovial and happy to something darker as she thought about the topic he'd brought up, which made him frown slightly as he looked at her, before a familiar, lewd smile returned to her lips. _Ideas?_ he considered as she spoke... was she excited by the prospect of taking more? Maybe holding a reminder of their last encounter close to her womb for a bit? This was exactly one of those times he wished the eye connection worked the other way around.

She kissed him and moved before he could ask, then drew his attention to something else entirely. His eyes glanced over as she pointed before focusing on her again. ""Ah... right.""
Axle slid over to the side of the bed and got up as she made her suggestion, nodding calmly as he put his handgun-holster belt around his nude waist and hoisted the strap with the orb over his shoulder. He also collected his clothes from the ground into a pile he could carry, not wanting to get them too dirty by putting them on if he could help it. And if she was going in the nude, so was he.
""Guess we got no other choice,"" he chuckled while doing so, giving her a little smile. They were going to sneak around naked to skinny dip then... that brought back some old teenage memories he hadn't thought about in quite some time.

After waiting for her to collect her things as well, he ventured out into the hallway with her... only to run into a few surprises. At the sight of Lydia standing further down the hallway with a shocked expression on her face, he reddened as she could probably tell exactly what was going on when he and her sister emerged. He wasn't expecting anyone there, let alone... more people, arriving in the background.

""I... erm..."" He glanced over at Nalia, speaking out of the corner of his mouth to her. ""This is too awkward, do we quickly run to the pool to at least cover up with some towels?""

Galen Forrester
Anger room hallway
Mentions: @MonsterMistress @tristyn grace tucker

Galen could only hear the door closing before he moved into the hallway and saw Lydia, his face pulling into a smile before he glanced over at the buck-naked Axle and Nalia emerging from a room further down together, holding their clothes.

""What is...- ?"" His eyes went wide before he covered his mouth, incredulous. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, holding back a laugh. Well, now he knew more or less what Axle and Nalia looked like naked, something he hadn't planned or needed to know... but he was concerned what kind of reaction they were going to get from Lydia.
He backed up slowly out of that situation then, pushing Dawn back with him if she'd followed behind." 265,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T17:10:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia followed suit behind him, but then quickly bumped into his back as he stopped moving, standing there in the middle of the hallway, butt naked. “Dude, when I said “make a break for it,” I thought it was clear that I mean, ya know, hustle? We don’t want anybody seeing-....oh.” As Nalia walked around his side to get ready to book it, she also stopped to see Lydia standing there.

At first her shocked expression was due to what had just transpired between her and John, but it didn’t even change when Lydia turned her head to spot her sister and the older gentleman exiting an anger room....completely nude. She couldn’t even say anything, all she could do was stare, absolutely dumbfounded. Go figure. Held at knife-point and she can try to talk the guy holding her hostage down. See two naked people, one of whom her sister, and she’s rendered speechless.

“uh...heh.” Nalia started, but could only chuckle, unsure of how to get out of this one. Then she heard something behind her, and there she saw the mage standing there to witness the scene. Her entire face now redder than a tomato, she quickly hid behind Axle, though now her nude form was completely in view of her sister, but that was preferable.

“Surrounded...” she whispered to Axle, “can we just go? Let’s go.” Nalia reached over to grab Axle’s hand that was holding his clothes, and forced him to cover his crotch with them. She proceeded to do the same with her crotch as well as her chest with her own bundle of clothes. Then, grabbing at his arm, she pulled him down the hallway, rushing to pass Lydia towards the emergency stairs. The lobby was a bad idea in her mind, in case more guests would arrive and see them. So, as they passed her sister, Nalia just gave her a rushed, “hi, sis! Bye sis!” And then disappeared behind the door leading downstairs.

Lydia didn’t even respond. Her eyes didn’t even follow them. They just stared blankly ahead, mouth agape, not even registering the fact that they’ve gone and all that was left in her line of sight now was Galen backing away.

When Nalia and Axle reached the basement floor, they had to walk through a storage room filled with towels, the heater, and various chemicals, soaps, and tools used for cleaning and maintaining the pool and jacuzzi. Once out of the storage room and into the pool area, Nalia dropped her clothes to the floor, still holding onto Axle. “Finally free.” She laughed, breathing a sigh of relief. “Shall we?” With that, she let go of him before he could answer and took a few steps backwards, still facing him and then jumping once she felt the pool’s edge at her heel. Holding her nose and closing her eyes, she was completely submerged.

The water was heated, so it was a comfortable temperature. Not hot like the jacuzzi, but not freezing cold either. It almost felt like nothing, just floating once inside. Nalia rose back to the surface and gave him a smile, wading in place." 266,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T17:52:00,Norden,"Axle couldn't agree with her more to rush off in the direction of the pool, getting away from the rest of the hotel and its guests and staff as quickly as they could. Past the supplies they went and finally into the pool area proper where she dropped her clothes, and he did the same. He was still panting a little from their sprint, and chuckled as she spoke before watching her dive in.

The soldier, too, was eager to clean his body from the sticky and somewhat sweaty mess it had become... and since she didn't seem to be shivering or getting any chilled bodily reaction, he figured it was probably a nice temperature, which it was. With a simple jump off the side, he joined in the water and pushed off from the tiles with his feet to meet her with a kiss.

""Whew... I don't think any of us were expecting that,"" he said with a soft laugh as the pleasant water sort of soaked the stress out of his system. ""Do you think your sister is going to recover? She looked pretty fucking shocked."" The absurdity of the situation made him crack up some more, relieving his feelings of embarrassment through the joyful sounds of his voice. He came to realize it'd been a while since he last had a good laugh, and as he looked at her the image of this scene came to be solidified in his memory as one he was sure he'd think back on fondly later, no matter what happened from here.
Wading in place with her, he wrapped his arms around in an embrace, then slid them down to her hips and suddenly lifted her up in a playful way, sinking down a little himself as he supported her weight - before dropping her back down in the water with a splash, grinning with a bit of childish glee." 267,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T18:05:00,MonsterMistress,"His laughter was infectious. It didn’t take long for Nalia to start laughing with him. The last time she pulled a stunt like that she was just a teenager, and if she remembered correctly, her sister had the same reaction then as she did now. “She’ll recover, don’t worry. Hahaha.”

Still laughing, she felt his arms around her, lifting her into the air. Oh...oh she knew what he was doing before he even managed to accomplish it, but it didn’t matter. His arms were already on her, and even though she tried to swat him away, her hands slapping at his shoulders and arms yelling out “no’s” through fits of giggles, she was already tossed back into the water with a splash. It didn’t take long for her to resurface and exact her revenge. With a fiendish gleam in her eye, she came at him with a yell, but still smiling brightly, to push him down under the water with all her body weight, hands on his shoulders, chest over his head.

(OOC:@tristyn grace tuckernot sure if you’ve seen anything, but Galen is still talking to you)" 268,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T18:47:00,Norden,"He had to hold in his laughter and his breath as she pushed him under, though providing a gorgeous view of her chest above him as he sank down which he admired with a grin. His hands gripped her sides to pull her under with him, though, and after letting himself sink to the bottom and winking at her under water, his legs pushed off from the bottom to bring both of them back up to the surface, their hair now wet and flat from the weight that clung to it.

It felt like having fun with family again for a moment, a feeling that made him joyful while also hurting a little deep down, though he chose to ignore that and focus on the now, the enjoyment. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her close to his grinning lips for another kiss before he pulled back for air and looked at her body floating in the clear substance, illuminated by the lights around the pool.

""Swimming alone might not be enough to wash all that filth away. Maybe I oughta give you a scrubbing, hm?"" the man asked as his hand slid down from her hip and across her previously cum-stained stomach, then found her little sensitive bud at the base of her mound. His fingertips roamed her skin, slowed by the water's inertia but perhaps all the more teasing for it as he leaned his forehead against hers, still using his legs to stay afloat with her." 269,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T19:06:00,MonsterMistress,"She let out another yell when he pulled her down with him, though this time out of surprise. She narrowed her eyes and scrunched her nose at him when he winked, sticking her tongue out briefly at him before he pulled the two of them back up to the surface. She hadn’t felt this good in a long while, not since before arriving at the Convergence. It was light...and fun.

Her heart began to calm a bit at his kiss, sighing into it. Her hands rested on his shoulders to keep herself afloat while her legs did the rest of whatever was needed to accomplish the same goal. Their bodies were close, and though the temperature of the pool was not hot, she could feel that the water between the two of them seemed to rise in temperature, but only slightly.

With Axle’s bit of light flirting, Nalia just lifted an eyebrow and smirked. The expression was wiped away and replaced with a momentary look of pleasure as she inhaled sharply. With their foreheads touching, she closed her eyes, her mouth agape, just breathing. “I might need that, yeah...” she laughed out in a breath before continuing. “I’ll be happy to help you as well. You scratch my back,” she began as one of her hands slid from the wet skin of his shoulder, down towards his waist below the water, her fingers finding his member fairly easily, “and I scratch yours.” As she finished the phrase, she lightly gripped him and began stroking with the same speed and pressure that he put on her." 270,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T19:39:00,Norden,"""Mmmmh..."" his voice hummed at the feeling of her hand wrapping around him and giving him a light stroke in turn. For a few moments he let his hand rub her a little faster, eager to see those expression of pleasure in her face and hear the little noises she produced, and enjoying what she gave in return. However... the water-paddling of his legs was a little tiring, and distracting. He wanted to take the focus to stay afloat out of it, and dedicate his efforts completely to her.

""Actually,"" Axle began, a little growl evident in his voice from the stimulation. His hand moved away from her crotch again, settling on her sides. ""For a good scrubbing, why don't we get our dirty asses in the shower.""
Without giving her much of a chance to protest if she wanted to, he leaned back and pulled her body close to his as he swam backwards over to the side of the pool, reaching out to grab it and push her up to help her out of the water before crawling up as well. ""Don't worry about scratching my back too much either... I just can't keep my hands off of you.""
Joining her from behind, his rugged arms wrapped around her as his desire was fired up a bit once again, his cock pressing against her behind as he guided her over towards the showers.

""Surely there's some sponges around here, right...?"" he muttered to himself, voice trailing off as he looked around before spotting a few and grabbing one for himself and another for her. Immediately he let the porous material descend between her legs and gave her intimates a slow scrub as his erection hardened more against her ass. He sucked on her neck, enjoying the free roam that his other hand had of her body, before posing a question in her ear.
""Do you think all of the previous load I've given you has already seeped out, down your thighs or into the pool by now? Otherwise you might need a good cleaning inside as well to pound out the stains...""

He chuckled and reached out to grab some liquid soap, pouring a generous portion from the bottle out over her chest before using his free hand to massage it into every part of the front of her body - at least every part he could reach from his standing position." 271,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T20:09:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia loved hearing the huskiness in his voice, the sound telling her he was feeling the same things she was. Seems a round two, well, round three for her, was just around the corner. She certainly was not going to object, though her mind did start to wander towards the jacuzzi. Half submerged in hot water, heating their skin in the most pleasant and relieving way, turning to the dial inside them as they played with each other and then some. The thoughts alone excited Nalia further, but before she could make the suggestion, he had a suggestion of his own, one she honestly couldn’t argue.

With a nod, she let him go, letting him do the moving, pulling, directing, and guiding. They’ll save the jacuzzi for another time. Leave it for something a bit more special. Besides, the shower could be just as hot, both figuratively and literally.

Feeling his rod resting against her rear, she hit her bottom lip and started swaying her hips back and forth, lightly rubbing it between her cheeks as she stood behind her, cleaning her. As he scrubbed between her thighs, her breath picked up pace again, the gathering steam coming off the shower making them heavier. She chuckled at his remark. “I definitely felt something drip down my thighs running through the halls, but I’m certain it wasn’t all of it. You know of a way to clean me on the inside?” After he’s had some fun with soaping up her chest, her nipples perking from the attention. She then leaned forward slightly with her palms against the wall in front of her, holding herself up as she looked back at him. “It’s a very difficult place to reach, so maybe you could have an easier time with cleaning it.”

This exchange might have been the most ridiculous so far of all that they’ve had, but as silly as it was, she went with it. At least they weren’t talking about plumbing and cleaning pipes. Either way, it wouldn’t be easy to tell just by looking as the hot water fell over them, both of their bodies slick from moisture, she was wet both outside as well as in due to his fondling. She started to sway her hips again, feeling him glide across the skin of her rear." 272,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T21:37:00,Norden,"The playful sway in her hips and caresses of her cheeks were more than enough to ensure he was standing firmly at attention, hard against her soft skin. He gave a wide grin at how she was playing along with their little bit of fun, and presented herself invitingly.

""I may have just the thing..."" his heated voice whispered into her ear as he leaned into her form, one hand guiding his erection between her thighs. With the other, he put the sponge aside to let his body do some work. Instead of entering her immediately, Axle let his length brush against her lips and her bud as it pranced with arousal, his body pressing against hers and making hers move with his. The man let her feel every inch of his flesh as his hands cupped her breasts and his fingers gave her nipples pressure - ranging from soft, massaging fingertips to dominating pinches. Even under the shower, he could feel a slight difference in the wet smoothness between her thighs that was not just regular water, and he teased her just a little longer to enjoy her body's reactions.

Before long, however, he moved back to align with her properly, and let his head part her lips before sliding inside, slowly. His hands changed their focus away from toying with her chest, one going down and the other up, into her hair. The soldier gathered her wet locks in his palm, then gripped her hair firmly as he gradually filled her up, freeing up her neck for a soft graze of his teeth when all of him was inside of her.
Then his fingers found her clit, and began to rub it hungrily while his pelvis slid back, only to slap against her ass when he proceeded with a new rhythm of deep lunges that lingered at her core. Meanwhile, his tongue had come out to lap wolvishly at the incline of her neck, her head pulled to the side by his grip on her hair." 273,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T22:04:00,MonsterMistress,"A chill ran down her spine as he spoke into her ear, the deep voice resonating in her chest. Nails couldn’t hold back the smile, even as he slipped between her thighs, teasing her. She could feel her labia twitch in anticipation with each stroke across them. Her hips began to roll and move in kind. It was infuriatingly pleasant.

A few squeaks of pleasure would echo against the tiled walls whenever his fingers pinched the small buds on her chest. But that couldn’t compare to the sound that soon reverberated from her core and past her throat. It was a low groan as her hips stopped rolling. She wanted to hang her head, but his hand in her hair didn’t allow that, and she was more than fine with that. Again, she loved the bit of pain it brought her compared to the satisfying pleasure of his length inserting into her, inch by inch, until he was as deep as could be.

As he began to rub her, her walls reacted in kind, clenching down around him with each deep, slow, sensual lunge. With the steadiness came more moans, similar to the first. She could already feel a thicker flow of fluids reach her legs, mixing with the hot water falling all around them. “F-fuck...” she stuttered between her groans, delighting in every sensation, “A-Axle...” this time it came out as a whisper. She wasn’t sure for how long she could handle this pace. She reached a hand back, struggling to hold herself up with just one, but she grabbed at his hair regardless, pulling him more forcefully against her neck as his hand pulling her hair tilted her head to the side exposing more of the sensitive skin to him." 274,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T23:02:00,Norden,"The intense squeeze of her flesh around his put a strain on his breath as he hovered by her neck. There was a hitch and groan in his voice, too, as he let the noises of his pleasure flow freely. Even so, the slower speed of his movements didn't overwhelm him with their stimulation, while it seemed clear her heat was already more advanced. But he didn't mind if it meant being able to see her come undone once again.

The needy, fragile tone to Nalia's voice didn't fail to send a few shivers down the man's spine, especially when followed by her whisper of his name. He let the pull of her hand guide him, giving the the whole range of skin exposed to his tongue and lips the attention of his licks, sucks and breathy kisses - flowing in the same rhythm with which he claimed her depths. From one side of her neck he moved to the other, keeping her hair clear and tilting her head down to journey across the back of her neck, before kissing up slowly to her ear again.
""I know you're already getting close,"" he told her calmly, with warm breaths spilling over her skin. ""I can feel it by your clenches. That's okay - and you know I like to see you give in to that pleasure with a flush on your cheeks and a tremble in your thighs.""

Letting her hair unfurl from his palm to spill down over her shoulder, John's hand slid around along her throat to cup her chin, finding a new grip to subject her neck to his attentions. The pace of his body's dominant thrusts against hers was maintained the same, focused solely, single-mindedly on filling her to the core with every wet slap under the coursing shower... but his hand between her legs grew only busier, stroking harder and giving her sensitivity some rougher love. He wanted her twitching, trembling, slipping and moaning under him and only her complete surrender to pleasure would free her from his burning need. Or would it?" 275,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-06T23:34:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia let out a soft breath, feeling his brush across the skin of her neck and shoulders. Each kiss, each lick, each suck, tickling her in an erotic way, enjoying each attention to detail he gave her with his lips and tongue. Then again, another shiver, feeling his breath, his lips, his voice, so close against her ear. That coupled with his thrusts caused another shaky moan to escape her throat. “Mmmhmm...” she hummed between her closed lips as her jaw clenched and her eyes squeezed shut, nodding her head to his words. It was true, her cheeks were as red as roses with the rush of blood that coursed though her between her face and her swollen mound.

She couldn’t even tell where the heat was coming from anymore, or if she was even close. The heat of the shower pulled her entire body into blazing temperatures, and the incoming orgasm only put her into a more intense fit of pleasure. She wasn’t just hot between her legs, she was hot everywhere. Eventually her mouth hung open, trying to take in what breaths she could, but with the steam and his grip that proved difficult. Her tongue rested flat against her bottom lip as she drank in what air she could.

Nalia was completely losing herself by this point. Each of his thrusts pounding into her, his head hitting her cervix with an intensity, and his relentless, merciless rubbing of her clitoris, all of it together sent her into a frenzy deep within. Still overly sensitive from the first two times, she could finally feel it. Her walls clenching as the heat built up began to burn her from the inside out. With both hands on the wall now, trying to hold herself steady, her body began to tremble. Her thighs quaked and her nails clawed at the walls. Another set of “fucks” escaped her mouth, this time yelling as her moans increased in volume to near screams. It was too much. “I can’t...I can’t...I need it. Please!” She whined out the last word, fully begging. It was too slow. She was so close, hanging over the edge but with no way down as long as it continued like this." 276,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-07T00:18:00,Norden,"Axle was enjoying himself quite a bit. When she released her grip on him again to steady herself desperately against the wall he knew she had it bad. It was far too enjoyable to make her suffer a little, though. She was irresistible like this, beautifully vulnerable to the point even of begging.

""Not enough, huh?"" he asked innocently, though the grin that was on his lips shone through even in his voice, and his growly rasp continued in more honest words between his heavy breaths.

""You want more? Harder, faster?... well, take it.""

No supporting herself against that wall anymore. He reined her in by her chin, her body against his, and changed the rhythm to catch up with the rough toying strokes of his fingers. Depth was sacrificed for pace - working his heat into her faster but shallower to give her the stimulation she so desperately seemed to crave to cascade over the edge. His hand slipped down as his movements began to make her body rock, only to regain his grip at throat height. His own sensitivity was teetering on the edge between ecstatic and uncomfortable, but all that mattered was to drive her crazy, again, fuelled as he was by her intoxicating presence.

For all her begging, his rough hands kept at the ready to catch her when she would inevitably burn up and begin to slip - wrap around her spasming form and hold her, entrap her in his embrace. Even when he would stop the thrusts, he'd make sure she would remain there right where he had her, filled and surrendered, at his loving mercy." 277,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-07T00:45:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia was on the verge of tears as he teased her. Her legs started to spread of their own accord, itching for more, for harder, for faster. As if reading her mind, he spoke those exact words and her response after each one was nothing more than a whining “yes....yes...yess.” Then all once her breath hitched, unable to even vocalize anything anymore, the only sounds able to escape were high pitched gasps coming out at the same pace as his slams.

She didn’t even know what to do with her hands anymore now that she was pulled from the wall and pressed completely against him. So they went to his arm, the one that gripped her throat, squeezing hard his forearm between her nails as her whole body tensed in his hold. This was it. The burning flared brighter than anything she’d ever experienced, even hotter than in the anger room, billowed forth in a raging storm of torment and euphoria, as exemplified by the primal screaming groan that he pushed out of her. Her walls spasmed and then clenched, hard, gripping him.

She began twitching against him, limbs shaking, core vibrating in its tension. Her face contorted as she bore her teeth in her body-wracking orgasm. “Axle!” She cries out, her gasps were erratic as she squirmed in his hold. He wanted her undone. She was beyond undone. She was completely taken apart piece by piece by piece, all thanks to him." 278,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-07T01:11:00,Norden,"He let her utter her pleasure from whines to groans and cries, gritting his teeth as her nails dug into his flesh. Her slender form gripped him hard as she shook and twitched, squeezing hard enough and erupting loud enough toalmostbring him to the edge. Nearly, but not quite. He didn't push for his own orgasm just after ravaging her like that, though.

As she began to collapse when the fire of her lust had consumed every bit of its fuel, his name still vibrating on the air, Axle guided her down to the shower floor with him, pulling out carefully to let her body relax and rest in a slightly slumped position against him as he sat up. In stark contrast with his dominant teasing and rough thrusting before, he brought his lips to her cheek in a soft kiss while cuddling her. One hand of his roamed through her hair as the other held her.

""I'm sorry to tease you. Well... I'm not sorry. You are way too cute not to toy with a little,"" he said with a mischievous chuckle as his chest moved under her slightly, still active with the efforts he'd made moments ago. ""And hearing you cry out my name was pretty magical as well. Begging was very hot. You don't cease to amaze.""
John gave a soft snicker. ""Once again, you did well,"" he added, this time referring to his comment early on in their sexual encounter with some clearly self-aware humor." 279,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-07T03:00:00,MonsterMistress,"Her breaths were still heavy, but they slowed as he lowered the two of them. Nalia felt him slip out of her and she let out another shiver. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was a bit sad without him still inside her. She had finished, but he was still rock hard. Even exhausted she wasn’t sure if she was truly done.

Nevertheless, she sat there, leaning completely against him in her tired state, her loins still aching from the onslaught. The tender caresses and kisses did more than make up for that. She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth against her as her body calmed. A smile spread on her lips as she listened to him speak. She loved his voice. That alone could spark a fire in her heart when heard. Hearing his words made her smile even wider and let out a breathless laugh. What a jerk, she thought jokingly. She turned her face tiredly to look at him and said, semi-sarcastically, “I’m glad you approve, sir.”

Sir.

She kinda liked that. Who knew what he thought of it though. She didn’t bother to ask. He’s got enough of an ego, no need to inflate it further by delving into the possible seriousness of the joke, right? Instead, she just kept quiet, looking into his eyes. Unconsciously her hand started to lightly caress his thigh, but purposefully she leaned over to give a kiss to his cheek, in return for the kisses he gave her. This was nice. She figured she’d enjoy if while it lasted, because she knew it couldn’t last for long. Not as long as he was still standing at attention...even though he was sitting down.

Another lewd smile crossed her face." 280,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-07T11:21:00,Norden,"What a little gem of a sentence to roll off her tired tongue in response. If the grin on his face didn't tell her how pleasantly surprised he was to hear that term at the end, the glow in his brown eyes surely did. Of course she was being playful, though he couldn't help but indulge in the thought... those two words he'd used out of turn earlier did peek back into his mind under the feelings she inspired with that, as he looked back at her.

He didn't push it, though, content to enjoy the smouldering ember of her words quietly. Axle turned his head slightly when she shifted, then, happy to let her bring that kiss on his cheek. He reached up to retrieve the sponge then, letting it roam in soft motions across her body as he chuckled at the thought that popped into his head.

""That was probably the most thorough deep scrub you could have gotten, at least up until the end. Bet you're clean as a whistle now.""

Letting out a soft laugh, he gave the rest of her body an actual once-over with the sponge while giving her more time to recover, not lingering on her more sensitive areas after he'd already brought her to climax so often and so recently. When he was done, his hands moved to grab onto her body and give support as he stood up, helping her on her feet as well. With his arm wrapped around her front, he leaned in to return another kiss.

""What do you think, are you already completely worn out or do you still have enough energy to give me a good cleaning too? I do remember you saying you could go for much longer than me, but most people would already be pretty sore by now..."" John told her with a slight taunt to his voice, before letting his voice drop to a low, warm whisper. ""I also remember you being too damn horny to finish my endurance test.""" 281,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-08T04:40:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia‘s lewd smile only grew with his words. Axle really knew how to get her goat, even when she was too tired to fight back. She still believed her stamina could outlast his given the right circumstances. And she already was dreaming up all the different ways she could clean him. She was tired...but not dead.

Without giving him an answer, she let him whisper in his low bass, letting the gruffness of his voice roll over her ears. Meanwhile, her hand had already started snaking its way between his legs. Keeping her voice low as well to match his tone, she whispered, “What would you have me do? I could think of a few ways to clean you...but I’d imagine you had a preference?”

By this point her fingers had found his member, still erect and covered in her juices. She lingered for a moment with her fingertips just gently caressing his head, teasing him, taunting him much the same way he taunted her, but in a more physical manner than vocal. Her movements were slow and calculated, running over the small hole at its tip every so often, then cascading back down and around the mushroom top, stopping just before his shaft, then back up again. She repeated the motion for a bit longer, keeping her grey orbs on his brown, just quirking an eyebrow." 282,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-08T13:45:00,Norden,"While listening to her low whisper, Axle's gaze followed her hand down with a glint of approval before rising back up to her eyes, a breath slowly rolling off his lips when she began to tease with her fingertips. The more ticklish her sliding touch became, the more she elicited little twitches from the flesh under her fingers, still very excited from claiming her before.

""Well..."" he started with a heavier quality to the vibrations of his voice, breaking his gaze on her briefly to reach for the soap, and pour it lightly over the sponge. He smiled then, handing the sponge over to her. ""Why don't you let my arousal have a bit of rest for now so it can last a little longer, and give me a nice, thorough lather all over first. Leave the best for last.""

The man leaned in to give her lips another taste of his, before bringing his hand up to support her chin as he moved to her ear. ""Don't miss a spot. And then you get down on your knees and focus only on my cock,"" he told her. ""Maybe some soap, a rinse... but you finish up with nothing but that talented mouth of yours until I'm spick and span.""
He leaned back then to look in her eyes, and with a light motion of his hand moved her head up and down by her chin in a slow nod, before asking with a smirk: ""Is that a 'Yes, sir'?""" 283,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T01:55:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia let out a small chuckle. He meant washing sincerely. Well, it would make sense as he did technically clean her body first before cleaning her more intimate area...in a manner of speaking. Her eyes closed for the kiss, smiling lightly against his lips before he moved them. Again the whispers she loved so, his vulgar language in his demands, made her feel things she’d never felt before. It excited her in a way that made her just want to follow exactly as he commanded. So, when he moved her head in a nodding motion and prompted her to respond accordingly, she couldn’t look away from his eyes as she spoke in a whisper, “yes, sir.”

She was surprised at how obedient she was being when her mind finally processed what her mouth had said. There was something very different about this situation, one that she felt like she should be quite uncomfortable, but everything in his look told her to obey....and she did.

She delightedly did so...

With the sponge in hand, full of soap, she turned to face him and proceeded to clean him as instructed. She did not miss a spot, ensuring thoroughness to the nth degree: over his shoulders and neck first, down both arms and back up again, then down his chest, his abdomen, stopping short of his pelvis (to “leave the best for last,” his voice replayed in her mind with a smile). Then reaching around his waist and hips, she moved closer to him, pressing the entire front of her body flush against his, keeping her eyes glued to his as she concentrated on his backside through touch alone: gliding the sponge up one side, over his shoulders blades, then down the other side, switching hands to accomplish this before meeting in the center, running up his back and then slowly down his spine, her fingers of her free hand following the sponge on the way down to his rear, tickling the skin as she went.

Once she reached lower than she could reach while standing, she lowered herself, sliding her body, her breasts, down his soapy skin, as well as passing over his member, letting it slide between them and through, until she stopped once she was face to face with it. Now on her knees, she wasn’t done yet. The sponge continued to run along his body, covering his ass with the foamy suds, all around and in between, before going down the back of a leg. Reaching his heel, she switched hands to go for his other foot, going back up his other leg, gliding around to the front and stopping just next to his dick. She lightly brushed against it as she proceeded to move her way back down again, washing the front of the leg. Washing over his toes, she switched hands again, washing the other foot, then back up the front of his other leg, stopping once again just before his groin.

All her movements were slow, calculated, teasing. Wherever the sponge had just been, the fingers of her free hand would caress, fingernails would graze, palms would grab or massage, switching between all three at various points of his body and her cleaning. While the sponge had reached his crotch, she would circle around it, cleaning every inch she could between the scrub and her hand. “Leave the best for last, right?” She looked up at him, her voice low. There was no smirk on her face anymore, but there was something more that rested in her eyes. She moved the sponge over his erection and left a trail of soap along the entire length. “Don’t miss a spot?....not an inch?” She could do that. As she’d been across his body, wherever the soap went, her hand would follow, so her free hand lifted and encircled his shaft, caressing, massaging the soap over it. She’d stroke back and forth, achingly slowly, ensuring that no inch was left unaccounted.

As she stroked, she’d move a bit faster with time, all the while using her other hand to fill the sponge with the shower water. Once she felt it was cleaned thoroughly enough with the soap, she’d hold it over, slowing her pumping once more, and squeezed the sponge free of all the water it had collected to rinse him off. As the water fell, it cascaded over his rod and her hand and fell below to her chest, rinsing off the soap that had collected there as well from her descent to her current position. Then, once free of the suds, she’d direct his head against her tongue, which had slid out from between her lips, giving it a teasing lick. Then, she opened up so she could slide him past and into her mouth, bit by bit, until he completely disappeared behind her lips. She held like this for a moment, squeezing her throat muscles as if swallowing, until she needed to take a breath. Pulling her head back, she inhaled, and then took him back in, this time not as deep, but enough to for his tip to hit the back of her throat, then pulling away, and then back in, and out. She kept her pace slow, twisting her head only a little bit left and right as she went along." 284,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T13:32:00,Norden,"The further they went together, the more Axle had suspected there was another side to the lively, independent, sarcastic young woman in front of him. But still she could have easily given him a defiant look, a push, a ""you wish"" type of response when he let his dominant side shine through more. The fact that she didn't, he took as a sign of trust. It was a sign that he valued deeply and was humbled by - even if his mind was in an overwhelmingly horny cloud. A period of rest after this, to let all of these emotions calm down and the experiences sink in, and to let her come back from her submissive space, would probably not be a bad thing.

But in this moment? He couldn't help but admire her as she took up her task with the utmost dedication. As the man breathed slowly, he let her caress his skin with the foamy, porous material and enjoyed the soft sensations, moving his arms to let her work them easier. Her journey down his abdomen didn't fail to make him breathe deeper but the fact that she held back at his pelvis made him smile wide. When her chest made contact with his, the latter heaved lightly with his breaths, and with her eyes focused only on his gaze, the blind labour of her hands made him look back at her with a loving flame. She managed to make the task of washing feel immensely intimate and sensual, her fingertips bringing goosebumps and light shivers wherever they traced. His already cleaned hands lay possessively on her hips until she began to move down while they slid up her sides, before eventually moving away to let her descend even more.

""Fuck,"" he groaned, tersely. The soft brush of her breasts from tip to base felt pretty great, but it was the erotic quality of the way she moved about him that got him, above all else. The soldier couldn't take his eyes off her as she went above and beyond - her skin, nails and massaging touches only adding to her kneeling display of devotion - and yet she was also in control in her position, keeping him on edge without fail. It gave him an intoxicating thrill.

When she looked up with her question, he gave her a nod in confirmation. The movement along his tense member made him let out an audible breath, before he cupped her cheek and affirmed: ""Not an inch"".
His eyes closed when her hand wrapped around with pleasurable pressure to massage all that soap in, slowly, drawing breaths and needy groans from the depths of his lungs. Even as she increased the rhythm slightly over time, it was not enough... only fuel for more desire. When the rinse of the sponge cleared away the soap, his eyes opened again to witness her sensual lick that made his flesh quiver - then he slowly turned off the shower, and slid his hands into her hair as she parted her lips to take him in.

His breaths only grew heavier, and mixed with the sounds of tension as she slid so very slowly down, then squeezed his length with pressure, before pulling back and inhaling. His cock, already glistening with her saliva, twitched with desire when she took it down her tongue again. But... so slowly. Every bit of her devotion had filled him with burning desire. When she pulled away again, he stopped her momentarily by her chin, and lifted it slightly to bring her eyes to his. ""Enough with the teasing,"" he growled then.

One hand at the back of her head, the other at her chin. He let her catch her breath, before guiding her head down and sliding both hands into her hair again, this time with grip and purpose, commanding. Spurred by need, he pushed her head down slightly faster, though careful not to force it too deep, before pulling it back up - moving slightly faster than her rhythm before, and then gradually more, and more. His hold on her was firm, but flexible enough to allow her to take over if she wanted - or to be instantly aware of her pushback if she wanted to stop.
His body didn't move except for the hands at her head, guiding her mouth while staying mindful of the threshold to her throat as well as her breathing, as he worked her head into a steady bob if she followed his desire. The moments of gratification of the need in his core would already bring out a cascade of shaky groans, but still he craved...more. To chase the edge of his arousal and leap over it - for a hard, sloppy, ecstatic peak much like the ones he'd thrust her into before." 285,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T14:52:00,MonsterMistress,"When Axle stopped her to growl his words at her, Nalia couldn’t help but feel a tickle of pride. He’d been making her crazy for almost the entire time she knew him: pissing her off during their spar, egging her on with his looks, requesting her losing herself, using both words and touches, as he would leave her completely undone within herself over and over and over again. While he didn’t completely lose himself in this moment, he did show just a hint of frustration, a loss of control for a momentary blip, because of her. This definitely didn’t make up for everything he’d done to her, but it was certainly a start.

Nevertheless, she let him guide her. With her mouth open, she’d take him in as he directed her. As he moved her faster, her technique got messier, but in a good way. She closed her eyes, focusing on the task, her hands on his hips to hold herself from falling completely onto him, as saliva completely covered him and dripped off below, bits of the warm fluid running over his sack, falling down her breasts, and landing on the ground.

With his hands in her hair, grabbing her wet locks with authority, and feeling his hard erection twitch past her lips and against her tongue, her fingernails dug slightly into his skin where they rest. These sensations didn’t bring her any physical gratification, but the emotions they evoked within her were ones of thrill, adding even more only with his breathing echoing across the walls now that the shower had been turned off and all she could hear was him. A moan escaped her throat when it wasn’t obstructed by his head, vibrating over his shaft.

Nalia soon found herself directing herself again, ignoring his hands on her head save for his grip. She would set the pace, moving quickly still, but allowing herself moments in between every few thrusts over her head to just lick and swirl her tongue around him while taking a much needed breath. Those moments did not last long though as she would almost immediately dive right back in, continuing with her pace as if she hadn’t stopped. One of her hands would slide from his hip, removing her nails from his skin, and glide down to his balls, where she would then lightly, gently, massage the delicate organ. Once her hand was there, she made no move to take her mouth off of him any more. Completely focused only on bringing him a constant barrage of pleasure, she opened her eyes and stared straight up at him as she moved, his cock in a consistent state of disappearing and reappearing from behind her lips, over and over, her mouth sucking as she went, her one hand massaging, her other hand still on his hip still grabbing and squeezing and digging.

She wanted to see him come undone just as he did her previously. She wanted to see him lose his cool composure beneath her heated touch. She wanted to see his control completely melt away and run along her tongue in a wave of ecstasy and release. She wanted to taste every last bit of any semblance of self he could hold onto and give it to her, only to her, in this very moment, she would ensure she would have it." 286,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T16:33:00,Norden,"John's throat was beginning to dry from the constant flow of his shallow breaths, giving the raw sounds that vibrated on them an ever more hoarse quality. But there was no sign of his agitation slowing down anytime soon. The man's heart was pumping hard under the sensations of her mouth, following his guidance obediently, to the point where he could feel and occasionally glimpse her saliva running down both of their bodies. A sloppy detail that only added to his horniness, much like the spine-tingling moan that welled up from deep inside her. The slight pinch of her nails pressing into his skin created another cocktail of tense sensations that made his teeth clench and his fingers tighten in her hair.

His hands moved along with her head as she took the reins again, once he'd shown her the rhythm of his hunger. She was clearly no longer teasing but instead eager, from the service of her tongue when she briefly paused to regain her breath, and the encouraging massage of his balls, to the steady gaze of her up-cast eyes, to give him the pleasure he craved. He felt like he'd lose himself in those keen, grey mirrors to her soul.
""F-fuck,"" he groaned deeply, his throat straining. The fire in his loins was at a blaze, roaring and jetting up to heights unknown under the affection she enveloped him with. He wasn't quite prepared when his arousal shot into a hard climax.

His flesh throbbed uncontrollably against her loving tongue as his body leaned in over hers slightly as though it felt heavier, his hands burying her head against his groin just for a few moments as all that built up tension erupted to meet her inviting throat. With his mind drifting on ecstacy, he was just barely aware of a longing only, deep down, to let his seed fill her innermost completely - perhaps an echo of some animalistic desire to claim her, mark her as his own. The sound of gagging, however, would pull him out of his momentary primal desire enough to let her pull back and recover under his glowing gaze - if only to then make sure she licked and swallowed every last drop until he was left panting on his tensing legs, completely and utterly spent. For a few moments, John couldn't speak through the gasps of his lungs and echoes of release that had filled his consciousness, until he finally cleared his throat and grasped her hand to pull her up and against him, paying no mind whatsoever to the streaks of saliva down her front spreading over his body as well.

""Holy hell,"" his voice uttered in a gravelly whisper as he leaned in, pausing to let a few more breaths in and out. Then he added with a soft, airless chuckle: ""Don't know if Iever... came so hard in all of my fucking life.""
The male stood and let his body move calmly against hers as it struggled for breath, doing his best to calm his still-racing heart and settle down as his arms wrapped around her." 287,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T17:35:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia watched as layer after layer slowly peeled away from his facade, each bit of him caving to his desires. She could feel the engorged member throb in anticipation, stiffen as it reached its limit, and relished in the sight of his teeth clench with a profanity stuttering on his lips. This was it. That was what she wanted, what she craved, to see him stagger under her influence and fold to her whims.

As he pressed her against him, she expected what was to come, and she swallowed accordingly. But it came on too strong, stronger than she had anticipated, and gagging was the only likely outcome. Thankfully, he wasn’t so absorbed in the sensations that he recognized her need for air as she choked on his seed. Pulling her off of him and letting her take a moment to swallow, or cough, she proceeded to stand with his help.

The both of them were wobbly to put it mildly, like a couple of young deer learning to walk for the first time. They held onto each other for support and for warmth, as well as for the affection that came from the gesture. The two of them spent the next few moments just breathing, catching their breaths and slowing their hearts. Nalia’s ear rested right at his chest, and she could hear it pumping erratically during its struggle to calm down. A small chuckle left her mouth, springing forth from her own chest, at his words. “I’m glad I could be the one to give you that experience.” Her own arms wormed their way around his middle to hold him the same way he held her, just taking the moment to enjoy him.

With a sigh, Nalia closed her eyes and relaxed against him. She whispered softly, “I think maybe we should take a rest. There’s a card in my pants pocket for a room. I don’t know about you, but I’m spent.” She didn’t make a move to leave the showers or his arms, still trying to recenter herself....and also just not wanting to move away from him just yet." 288,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T18:18:00,Norden,"John let out a soft laugh too, and let his hands softly roam her back, waiting for their bodies to recover from their wild ride together. ""Thank you for that,"" he told her quite sincerely, before adding with a grin: ""You're quite the champ. Not every woman would have been able to handle that so well - down to swallowing everything to the last drop... that was a fucking treat.""
As she relaxed into his touch and spoke again, suggesting they rest, he nodded in agreement.

""We probably should... already did quite a lot together. I'd offer to carry you, but I don't trust my own legs at the moment. Let's lean on each other a bit and hopefully we can make it there,"" he suggested playfully when his breath had largely returned to him. ""We can mellow out with some spooning and cuddling and maybe get the staff to clean our clothes in the meantime?""

He stroked her hair back, and leaned in for a brief kiss, then turned her slowly around to walk with him over to the towel racks, one arm wrapped around her back until they reached it. There, they could cover themselves up and then walk to gather their clothes and put them in a laundry cart.
""I also have the card to my room,"" Axle said as he pulled it from his pocket with a smile, ""but it's 1507 so pretty high up. If yours is easier to reach, or maybe a little more private, I'm definitely up for going to yours.""" 289,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T18:45:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. His words went from sweet to vulgar, back to sweet again and with a hint of naughty. He was all over the place and she couldn’t help but laugh. She shook her head at his inability to carry her, never expecting him to do any sort of thing. Once they reached the towels and their clothes and he pulled out his card, flashing the number, she pulled out her own card and flashed the blank white slate. She had no number on hers. “All rooms are private. Mine is no more private than anybody else’s because this card will open all of them. You forget it’s my hotel.” She ended with a wink and an arrogant grin. “Well, technically mine and my sister’s, but still all the same.”

With that, she grabbed his hand and held it as she led him through the room to an elevator at the end. With the push of a button, the doors opened, and she steered the two of them inside. Before selecting a floor, she stopped and mused for a moment before turning to look at him with a questioning expression. “Did you by any chance pick a theme for your room when you booked it?” Depending on his theme, if any, she may just tap the 15th floor button, or perhaps choose something else, having not fully decided what would be a good choice just yet." 290,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T19:44:00,Norden,"""Ooh,"" he responded with a slow nod as she showed him the blank card, chuckling and listening to her explanation. ""I see. Fancy. That means you can sneak into my room whenever you like, then."" John gave a little wink, before following her as she guided him to the elevator.

When she asked about his arrangements for his room, he tried to remember what exactly he'd said in his exchange with Lydia, but all in all he'd moved on rather quickly from the reception area to the bar to... well, to go see Nalia. ""I don't recall asking for a specific theme... besides, like I said when we were in the training room. I don't usually go for anything extravagant, just the essentials. Time spent with you, of course, is a special occasion. Maybe I can get that preset I made in the training room arranged as a theme for my room? Anyway, right now it's probably just a regular hotel room.""

He gave her a curious look. ""I do wonder what kind of theme you like to go for. If you have a room in mind, then show me,"" Axle suggested with a smile." 291,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T20:12:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia just laughed and shook her head as she pressed the number 15 on the elevator. “I don’t particularly have a preference myself. To be honest, a lot of the presets are pretty cheesy if you ask me. Lydia chose them. I’m okay with the default rooms. Although, there is one aspect of the rooms I do enjoy quite a bit. I’ll show when we get to your room.”

She smiled as she leaned against the back wall of the elevator. Her fingers intertwined with his, while her other hand held onto the towel to ensure it didn’t fall. She moved her gaze to the digital screen showing the numbers, watching them slowly ascend floor by floor. The ride was smooth, almost felt like they weren’t moving at all. “If you didn’t specify a theme to my sister, you likely got the default. So, whatever regular old hotel room you can think of, that’s all it is. However,” she moved to look back over at him with a quirk in her grin, “youuuu’re pretty high up on the floors. You’ve got something closer to a suite. So, you’ve got the bedroom, but it’s a king sized bed, with a pretty big television. The bathroom has a huge walk-in shower. I think that one also has a jacuzzi. You’ve got a full kitchen, and there’s a second room, a living area, completely separate from the bedroom with couch and another tv and various other amenities.” She nodded her head in approval. “You got a good one.”

Finally, the elevator dinged at floor 15 and the doors opened. She walked him down the hall to his room and opened the door with her own card. The first room they saw was the living area, to the right through a set of double doors was the bedroom, and in the bedroom could the bathroom be found. The kitchen was through another door to the left just before the couch that sat against the adjacent wall.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” She exclaimed as she walked inside, doing just a single slow spin in the middle of the room with her arms outstretched, gesturing to the whole thing. “And my favorite part,” she continued, “is this.” She walked back over to the door, set against the wall inside the room was a control panel almost identical to the one in the anger rooms. With a few strokes on the screen, she explained, “take a look over at the window.” She pointed with her free hand at the window that shone the dark and dreary city outside, seemingly devoid of life. Then a few moments later, while Nalia touched a preset, it shifted to show the New York City skyline in the middle of the day. They were on the New Jersey side of the Hudson and they could see everything from the north side to the south side of the entire island, including the Empire State Building to the left and the Freedom Tower to the right. The sun was bright and the sounds of the busy urban streets below could be heard. Nalia took in a breath and smiled, feeling more at home than she’s been in a long while, and feeling a sense of happiness that she could share this with him." 292,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T21:00:00,Norden,"She didn't have a room in mind; that was fine. He shrugged and chuckled, before tilting his head with a curious look as she mentioned the mysterious aspect that she liked about the rooms. He'd find out soon enough, then.

When their fingers interlocked and she turned to look at the floor counter, he planted a soft kiss on her cheek before listening to the rest of her words. ""Well, I guess I owe your sister some thanks. She's the one that assigned me the room,"" Axle laughed. ""Didn't know it was gonna be so fancy, but that's good if it means I can keep you around more."" Of course he was aware she had a bar to attend to, but then she had to have time off occasionally as well.
As if to emphasize his desire to have her close, his arm wrapped around to bring her closer, while his hand helped to steady her towel as well. Though he felt like kissing her some more, he didn't want to cause their towels to possibly shift and fall, especially when the doors were just about to open and anyone could see.

When they did, he followed her lead to find the door, then entered curiously behind her and shut the door before having a look around and taking it all in as she did her twirl.

""You can say that again..."" he agreed softly, looking out into the bedroom and kitchen through the open doors, before venturing over to the window as she directed him to. His face pulled into a soft smile when she summoned another vista to be simulated at the other side of that window - complete not just with visuals but also sound, perhaps even the feeling of an outside temperature, wind pressure on the glass. It felt suddenly so much like a normal situation that it was almost a little disorienting. For a moment, he could have been fooled that they weren't in this strange reality anymore - just in the past.

He took in a breath too as he looked at the illusion; it reminded him of the life before. He didn't want to think about that too much, though. As he turned to look at her and saw the happiness in her face, he couldn't help but smile.
""That's home for you, huh?"" the man asked softly, nodding. ""Great view. And again, impressive tech. Bet you can change the time of day on it too, hm? Can I see what it's like in the evening?""" 293,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T21:15:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia smiled and nodded as she pressed another button, looking similar to a fast-forward button on a remote. And just like seeking through a video, the sun outside quickly moved and ventured towards the horizon on the opposite side of their view. The sky took on a darker hue of blue, but still held on to a little bit of light as the sun had not fully set yet.

“I try not to do this often, myself. As much as I wish I was home, I can’t pretend to be there. Because I’m not. Once outside of this hotel, it’s right back in the Convergence like nothing has changed. Still, it’s nice to just take a stroll down memory lane every once in a while.” Her eyes stayed trained on the window, her face unreadable as her mouth regurgitated everything in her mind.

“The Convergence....sucks.” Her brows furrowed for a moment, “nobody chooses to come here. Nobody chooses to die and says ‘I want to live in a city where there is no life and no sun for the rest of eternity.’ That’s why Lydia and I opened this hotel. We have to settle with where we’ve ended up, but that doesn’t mean we have to settle with every other aspect involved. We spent all our lives settling, making compromises, sacrificing the things we love for others’ comforts. And, well, I suppose Lydia and I still do on occasion, being the people who run the joint, I say fuck that.” By this point she turned her attention back to Axle, a new look of determination in her eyes. “If you want something, you’ll get it. We made that promise because we’re done having to always do what others tell us. If you want to live in the city, there it is.” She gestured again to the window. “You want to go to the beach, go to the savanah, go to China, Japan, Africa, Australia, anywhere in the world, you say it, we’ll get you there. You want to meet a celebrity, we’ll give you a VIP one on one dinner with them. You want to eat ice cream for the rest of your days? We’ll get it for you.”

“Life is over. We’re not in heaven. But we’re also not in hell, dammit. So why treat it like we are? What do you want Axle?” She stepped over to him, grabbing his hand again, looking at him with an earnest expression. “Literally anything you could ever want is available to you. If it’s something real we can get, we’ll get it. If not, we can do the next best thing and use our holographic physical virtual reality whatever the fuck this system is called and get it for you that way.” Her volume had elevated progressively during her rant, until finally she stopped herself, taking a breath, and finishing back at a normal volume once more, “What is it that you want most right now, more than anything in all the world?”" 294,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T21:57:00,Norden,"The soldier looked calmly out into the simulated world as she fast-forwarded it, watching the cars speed by, the reflection of the soaring sun passing by in the windows of other buildings and the changing colour of the sky. When the time had arrived at the point of mid-sunset and then continued on as normal, he breathed in and out slowly, following one of the cars with his gaze under the evening light. It was more peaceful in the evening, and he was in the mood for something calm.

He turned again when she spoke, simply listening. From a simple bit of information about how she liked to use it, he could tell she found herself stumbling across a theme that bothered her, firing up her passion in her speech. He took in everything, nodding his head softly as he understood her reasoning and how she was feeling, letting her go off. When she finally asked what he wanted, though, he was quiet. He let her take his hand, and looked back at her sincerely, but even when she'd said her last, he paused for a few moments.

""I..."" he began softly, before clearing his throat. ""What I want isn't one of the things you can get me, sadly. What I would want most is just to be able to see Lauren and Gemma again. Not a memory of them, not a hologram, nor the next best thing. I don't really want to use that for anything or anyone I care about, it just wouldn't do it. What Ireallywant most is to know that the people I love are okay. That's all.""
He briefly let out a slightly sad laugh. ""Even if Lauren would be pissed at me if she knew what we've been doing. It's not fair to say, but... at least you know how your sister is doing.""

With a sigh, he turned slowly and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. ""In the absence of them... just being with you has given me the most enjoyment, so far."" John's eyes looked at her with affection and gratitude. ""If I have to choose something I can get, then that is probably to spend more time with you. Maybe... go on some virtual dates together in some places I haven't seen before. Have some fun, do some things I haven't done before. Beyond that... I don't care so much about celebrities or extravagant stuff.""

He paused for a bit as his gaze stayed on her. ""What about you? What do you desire most?""" 295,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T22:21:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia listened to his words, nodding. When he mentioned her sister, she gave him a soft, sad smile. True, she did have her, and she was grateful for that. And she certainly did feel some semblance of appreciation with the way he spoke about herself. But what Nalia wanted, more than anything....

“My desire....is something I can never experience. True, I do have my sister, like you said. And while, no, I cannot bring your wife and child to the Convergence, I can simulate their presence for you. It would feel no different as if they were actually there. Of course, with the knowledge that it’s fake, it is fairly disingenuous feeling. I can understand that. I tried it once with an old boyfriend when we first created the rooms and all it did was make me crazy for a time.” She took a breath and let it out slowly, her gaze lowering to the floor as she leaned against a nearby table. “The reason for that reaction is because what I want, there is no possible way for the holograph to provide.”

She paused for a moment, swallowing back the lump that caught in her throat. “What I desire,” she began, her voice now shaking, “is to have a family of my own. To be a mom.” By this point she pressed her lips together and raised her eyes back to his. They were glassy as they stared at him. “I’ll never know what that feels like.” Shaking her head, she recalled everything that led to her death and after arriving. “My boyfriend and I had dated for years. We talked about marriage and having kids. But then, some days before the car crash, I found out he had cheated on me. That he had been cheating on me with-....with somebody else.” She bit her tongue. She knew with who, but she didn’t want to vocalize it. “Then, after coming here, learning how this place works and trying it out, I found that I could recreate him. I could talk to him, feel him, kiss him...everything. But, as I’ve told you, it all works off of memory. Even though I did my best to forget the knowledge of what he did to me, I could still see it in the virtual representation of him, in his eyes, the love was still fake. Even in this version of him his heart still beat for somebody else.”

She steadied her breath and began to feel uncomfortable. She hadn’t told anybody this next part, not even her sister. “Still, I tried. I tried for what I wanted. At least here I didn’t have to worry about finances, or disease, or anything that would make having a kid on your own impossible. But, like you said earlier in the anger rooms, besides the fact that he wasn’t real, I’m dead. Within death, no new life can be created...” she lowered her gaze once again, this time tears freely falling down her cheeks. Her fingers fidgeted over each other in her anxiety, as she spoke one last sentence, her voice barely above a whisper, “I’ll never know what it’s like to have what you had...”" 296,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-09T23:12:00,Norden,"John listened silently as she talked about her desire. What she felt, what she'd done, what she'd experienced. His expression fell a little as he saw how it affected her to want this, the impossible. His eyes showed nothing but empathy as she raised hers up to look at him after saying it. As she went on to explain what happened leading up to her death, even if she didn't manage to say it, he could put the pieces together. Nalia had already told him she and her sister were having an argument in the car when they died. She found out her boyfriend had been cheating on her with _someone_... someone he could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew, someone perhaps so close to her that she struggled to say it, shortly before that accident. It was Lydia, wasn't it. He didn't say anything, however, since he didn't want to add to her distress.

Axle held onto her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as she went on to divulge even the last part. He regretted now mentioning it so casually, off-handedly after their orgasm together. She probably knew full well he didn't mean to hurt her by saying that, but he understood how impactful it would have been in that moment and remembered her change in expression, which now made sense.

Both of their desires were things the Convergence couldn't give them. Each of them were in a situation the other wished they had - he had had a family, she could talk to one of her closest loved ones whenever she wanted. It was a cruel joke.

""It's not your fault,"" he told her finally, softly, thinking about how obsessed she said she'd been, and how she'd driven herself crazy. ""I understand. And you deserved better than to be with someone who only pretended to love you.""
He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as he sighed. Just as her desire was impossible, he knew that his own couldn't lead to anything even if it was somehow possible.
Even if he did know how his family were doing, there was nothing he could do. And if he learned that they were suffering, and that they missed him, that fact would only torment him more. It was a wish that could never grant him the peace of mind he wanted. But if there was, say, a magical mirror he could look into to see how they were doing... he would not be able to resist looking in it - and would probably spend forever looking, anxiously, driving himself crazy. He understood how hopeless she might feel. And yet there was nothing he could do.

Finally, John spoke softly. It was all weighing heavy on them. ""It's been... a lot. I think we're both exhausted. We should have some rest.""
Since nobody would be looking on or disturbing them now, he briefly took off his towel and threw it over a chair to be able to simply use the bed naked. Looking at her, he moved over while holding onto her hand. ""Will you join me, Nalia?""" 297,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-10T04:07:00,MonsterMistress,"This took a turn for the worse, Nalia thought to herself as the tears freely fell. She should have kept her mouth shut. She was always known to just vomit up whatever was on her mind, having close to zero filter through majority of her life. She was never a bad person, but she was never any good at knowing when enough was enough. That’s where her sister shown brightest. Lydia was the diplomatic one. She could read people and know just what to say in any situation with sacrificing her own heart in the process. Nalia was stronger physically, but Lydia was stronger everywhere else. Who wouldn’t go for somebody like that?

Nalia quickly shook her head before she let herself spiral more. She felt bad for bringing the party down the way she did, even though Axle seemed to take everything she dumped onto him rather gracefully. He certainly wouldn’t be able to help her with what she desired most, of that she was certain, but there was no need to let that get in the way of some semblance of happiness she could manage to reap from him. Especially since he seemed so willing to give it to her, at least from a superficial standpoint. It was the most she could ever ask from somebody at this moment. Who knew what would happen after now. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was there in some capacity, climbing into bed, making room for her to lay with him even after everything she had said.

She only now realized that in all that time, through all that ranting, he hadn’t let go of her hand, not once. Not even as he threw off his towel and made his way to the bed. Nalia inhaled a deep sigh before letting it out with a nod. She let her own towel slip off her body, which she threw over to the same chair he threw his, and climbed in next to him. Between the alcohol from before the sparring, and the physical taxation from the intense activity and exertion that seemed to last for eternity, perhaps it was her exhaustion that pushed her mind into these places and forced her to dwell. At least, she hoped that’s what it was. She had long since let those thoughts creep into her head, that when they reared their ugly heads back into her consciousness, it was more than she could bear, and Axle was the poor soul that happened to be present to witness the fallout. Granted, it definitely could have ended much worse.

“I think some rest would do us very well, yes...” she agreed in a slight whisper, speaking in hopes that the statement would get her own mind to take a hint and shut up. “Thank you...for listening. That was a lot, probably more than you bargained for, but I appreciate you not running away....at least not yet.” She let out that last bit with a chuckle, saying it mostly in jest...mostly." 298,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-10T10:22:00,Norden,"As she crawled in with him after discarding her towel as well as giving a small outlet to feelings that would probably rear their head more, he gently moved to cuddle up with her, wrapping an arm around and pulling her into a spooning position.
""I don't plan on running,"" he said softly. ""Nobody's perfect. We all have to deal with being in this place. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I've got one right here.""

In the intimacy of their nude bodies lying together, he gave a soft, gentle rub across her skin with his hand, hoping to soothe her a little. ""I actually... appreciate getting to know you a bit better,"" John said then with a soft hint of a smile, letting his head lie against the soft pillow. The exertion was beginning to catch up with him, too, causing his words to slow a little, but he kept his eyes open. If need be, he could force himself to stay awake. His metal hand went into her hair and played with it lightly, before focusing on giving her head a soft massage to help her relax.
The man leaned in to her neck briefly and planted a soft kiss before resting his head again. ""You're safe here, at least.""" 299,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-10T13:34:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia closed her eyes, calming her breaths and her heart, as well as her mind, beneath his touch. She nodded in understanding, thanking him nonverbally, afraid she might say even more than she’d like. So, she scooched herself closer to him as he had moved closer to her, and just letting herself drift in the peace and quiet of his room.

She must have been truly exhausted, as it seemed it didn’t matter how much her mind raced, it took only a few minutes for her to completely fall into unconsciousness. Her breathing became steady, and her mind became blank. It was the moment of rest she’s needed for far too long a time.

———————————————————————-

Meanwhile, back at the anger rooms hallway, before all that had transpired between Nalia and Axle, Lydia still stood in the hallway in shock, before finally shaking out of her stupor. “I can’t believe she did that.” She said, at first expressionless and unmoving, beneath her breath, then she raised her voice and her eyes took on a look of incredulity, “What is wrong with her?” Lydia turned to look at the door that the two disappeared through, shaking her head. “I swear! It’s like she’s an impulsive teenager and not an adult who needs to run a bar!”

With a frustrated sigh, she calmed herself and regained her composure as she made her way to leave the hallway, but not without taking another glance at the door that led into the room John (@Briker) has fled into. Her brows knit in concern, but elected to leave it. The last think she wanted was to be held hostage by somebody with a weapon.

Leaving well enough alone, she started her way through the hallway and back towards the lobby, spotting Galen and Dawn (@tristyn grace tucker). With a breath, she put on her customer service smile, though it was difficult to say the least as she really was not in any mood after what she’d just been through and witnessed. Still, she kept her face as warm as usual, “did you two need anything? How may I help?”" 300,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-12T15:31:00,MonsterMistress,"Some amount of time has passed. How much time, however, is hard to say when inside the Convergence. There is no sun, no moon, nothing is spinning. Everything is still, stagnant, unmoving, as is time itself. Many of the previous tenants of the hotel have since left. Some have stayed, and one seems to be unaccounted for, but in the lobby and at the bar, all is quiet and empty.

Lydia
Front Desk
@Heidi

As Lydia started a new page, she heard heard two sets of footsteps approaching her desk. Lifting her eyes from her book she gave the newcomers her warmest smile. “Hello. How can I help you?” She reached over and grabbed them a pamphlet in which holds all of the amenities available to them during they stay, should they decide to stay at her hotel. “We’ve got rooms, a pool, virtual physical holographic rooms - we call them the anger rooms - and the bar.” As her eyes bounced between the man and the woman, her lips couldn’t help but smirk, “I’m assuming you’d like a room for the two of you to share?”" 303,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-13T17:03:00,Lovely,"""Hey, we need a room if you can do us that pleasure young lady.'' The male said, straight to the point, the female however was very silent, but nshe did look Lydia up and down.

The male added, ''All these rooms, but do you have a bathroom?"" He'd laugh at his joke, giving her a reassuring wink. She was cute in his opinion, but someone like her must've had a partner.

On the comment on one room, both arrivals jumped as they said, ''No we are both very very single 2 rooms please! 2!” They'd slide away from each oter, trying to end confusion.

''Soo..'' The man said trying to change subjects, ''Do you have someone to call yours? or are ya single like us?"" He'd turn as if he was looking at something else, but peered at her from the corner of his eye." 304,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-13T17:23:00,MonsterMistress,"

Lydia
Front Desk
@Heidi

Lydia just lifted an eyebrow and gave the man a small chuckle at his joke about the bathrooms. “All rooms come equipped with a full bath. The higher the floors, the more expansive the amenities, the bathrooms included. If you’ve need of something right away, you can find the public restroom in my sister’s bar right over there.” She pointed behind them to their right a windowed wall and doorway leading into Nalia’s place.

The blonde woman pressed her lips together in embarrassment. “Apologies for the assumption. Many times when it is a couple that arrives, they generally want to stay together.” As her eyes bounced back and forth between the two of them, she probably could have guessed they were siblings then. Though, that could just be the fact that they were both blonde....but then, she was blonde too. However, they were far more extravagantly beautiful than she’s seen so far from people who’ve come into her hotel, making her think more perhaps towards the familial relation between the two. Nevertheless, it was none of her business. “Two rooms it is.”

Lydia turned to her computer and began typing away. “I just need names and what sort of rooms you would be looking for? We have suites of varying sizes and number of rooms and beds. We also provide themes to the rooms if you wish for a specific ambience during your stay here.” She has heard his question regarding her relationship status, able to see plain as day him trying to play it cool despite her eyes on the screen. All she could do was smirk and give no answer, awaiting for their answers to her questions first. Lydia didn’t typically announce her life situations, at least not with people she just met.

((OOC: she is single, so feel free to hit on her lol she just won’t be easy ;P))" 305,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-13T19:24:00,Lovely,"He'd be confused, usually woman would immediately answer single, showing immediate interest, this lady however didn't ''Yeah uhh, random rooms under Marigold and Marcel- anyways, I don't know if you heard me.'' he dropped the base of his voice, and gave her the most forced pretty look in existence. Behind him the girl mouthed 'im sorry' to Lydia, as if this wasn't the first time. ''Are you single, because you're definitely beautiful.'' He'd have a cheesy grin, thinking he looked like the hottie he was.

The girl on the other hand pushed him aside. ''I know how much you LOVE talking to my brother, I believe I can take over with the talking though.'' she'd snicker." 306,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-13T23:00:00,MonsterMistress,"“Marigold and Marcel.” She hung onto the second name for a bit as she type it into her computer, picking two generic lower floor rooms. Lydia heard the words come from Marcel’s mouth and managed to lift her eyes in time to see Marigold mouthing her apologies, and she gave the girl a small chuckle. When her attention returned to the brother, she could only lift her eyebrows as if to say ‘really?’ This isn’t the first time she’s been hit on, and certainly isn’t going to be the last. Sure, he was quite the looker, but looks mean nothing without a personality behind it to match.

Before Lydia could open her mouth to retort, however, Marigold had already pushed her brother aside and took over. Lydia smiled and chuckled a bit, “it’s completely fine. It’s not the first time somebody’s tried flashing eyes at me, expecting me to just completely fall head over heels. It’s going to take a lot more than good looks to light my fire.” After a bit more typing, she reached beneath her desk and pulled out two cards and handed one to each of them. “Now, if we’re all done here, here are your room cards. They are ready for you to move in as soon or as late as you’d like.” The card handed to Marigold was labeled with a 503 in gold lettering and Marcel’s had 206 in silver lettering. “If you ever have need of anything, each room is equipped with a phone. Just pick it up and it will connect you directly to me here. Just ask away and I will do my best to make sure you get what you need. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”" 307,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-13T23:19:00,Lovely,"Marcel would gawk at Marigold, as he was shoved out the conversation. ''I get it, you serm nice and pretty so thats probably why.'' She'd show a half smile

Marcel would try a different method, hearing what Lydia said. ''I can have personality! You're very pretty, and you have a great personality, I enjoy writing uhh... Poems! and uhh.. Working at hotels? Yeah I love working at hotels!” He'd put on his most truthful face he could, taking a quick, yet subtle look, over her shirt, shifting his eyes back to hers.

Marigold answered, ''No, you can't help me but im sure Marcel here needs some SERIOUS help.'' She'd laugh, leaving the two, heading to the room.

Marcel would wink at Lydia, ''And then there were two..''" 308,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-13T23:25:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia just held onto her smile, the sincerity long since drained from it, but as far as anyone else was concerned she seemed to be taking everything he was saying with the utmost understanding and gratitude. She gave Marigold a small wave as she went on her way, letting her leave with a “have a nice stay!” before turning back to the brother who did indeed seem like he needed some serious help. Perhaps she might take a page out of her sister’s book when it comes to guys like this.

With a deep breath, she let him finish, blinked a few times, her smile unwavering, before she responding, “Indeed. Just the two of us.” She kept her voice charming and kind, and maybe with a hint of allure? “I’ll tell you what. I get off shift in about fifteen minutes. Why don’t you head over to my sister’s bar ahead of me and wait for me there, and we can talk more. Just ask Nalia for a drink, on the house, from me. Okay?” There was a glint in her grey eyes as they looked right into his.

If he were to go, he would find Nalia at her piano to the left inside the bar, playing a simple tune and singing a simple song." 309,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-13T23:45:00,Lovely,"Lydie had the cutest smile to him, He was almost happy Marigold left so he can get to know her. Behind hes ignorance and cockyness, he was a caring and selfless man, for the most part atleast. When she mentioned her shift ending, he jumped at the chance, ''Got it im gonna go now! See you then!” He'd run down a random hallway, very determined to get to the bar." 310,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-14T03:27:00,MonsterMistress,"“H-hey! The bar is that......way.” Lydia began yelling over for Marcel to turn around, but he’d already fled into the anger rooms hallway. With a sigh, she slumped back into her chair and shook her head. “Oh well, he’ll figure it out eventually.”

And likely he’ll figure it out sooner than he’d realized for in the middle of his excited run, he’d run straight into somebody else. A taller man, tanned skin, chiseled with scars running down the side of his face, and a red headband tied off to the side to keep his long unruly dark brown hair away from his fiery red-orange eyes. Apparently the hotel employee was just on his way entering into one of the anger rooms to let off some steam when the slightly shorter blonde came barreling into him in his excited haste. J wasn’t having any of this bullshit on his time off, so without a word he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, the muscles of his arm bulging enough to be seen through the long sleeved button down of the uniform, while his face grimaced in his anger and a low growl escaped from his throat. His stare met him with a deathly threat, daring him to try anything else beyond this mistake. “What...” his voice was barely above a whisper as it rumbled past his clenched teeth, “do you want?”" 311,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-14T06:37:00,Lovely,"When his eyes met the way more muscular guys, his heart sunk, it didn't make it better that he was being held by the collar. ''O-Oh, good sir, nice uniform by the wayy, fits ya good. I was just looking for the uhh, bar. Ya see, im meeting a hot receptionist chick there and I can't be late, but im sure you uhh, understand, seeing the girls must... Swarm you.'' he'd give a slight chuckle, trying to calm down 'goliath' ''So if I can be on my way you'd be a g-great help!”

Marigold would swipe her card on the door, it opening instantly, she placed a bag on the bed, unzipping it, revealing a flattering bathing suit, on top of piles of clothes. ''this'd do just fine...'' She said, stripping down and changing into the beautiful bathing suit." 312,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-14T14:50:00,MonsterMistress,"J narrowed his eyes at Marcel. He knew he was talking about Lydia but he was entirely convinced, as that didn’t seem her style. Nevertheless, what was it to him? He let go of the man with a slight push and said nothing more. Just pointed his hand back down the hallway where the blonde man had come, straight towards the bar that could be seen from the hallway’s opening, on the opposite side of the lobby. Once he was certain that Marcel took the hint and saw where he was supposed to go, J would disappear into the anger room, the door sliding shut behind him and locking so Marcel could not “accidentally” follow." 313,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-14T20:30:00,Lovely,"""Thank you sir, enjoy your time wherever you're going.'' Marcel said, being free of the mans grip. He turned around and went back over to the lobby, giving a awkward wave and grin at Lydia before going down the correct hallway.

As he walked into the bar it'd be empty for the most part, But he seen a girl playing piano as Lydia said. ''Hello, girl, you know Lydia?'' he said, both woman were overly attractive, catching his eye.

One last person entered the hotel, but instead of checking in, he went down a hallway, disregarding anyone around." 314,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-14T23:21:00,MonsterMistress,"As Nalia was playing and singing, she was interrupted with little to no care about what she was doing. Whatever. She was just internally complaining about how quiet it was. What she wasn’t expecting was a complete dolt to enter her doors.

Unlike Lydia, Nalia doesn’t hold back the sass for the sake of ‘customer service.’ So, she just looked at him, blinked her eyes, and gave him the most deadpan stare she could muster. “Lydia you say? Hmmm...” she pretended to ponder with a finger tapping her chin “I don’t suppose you’re talking about the blonde chick over in the lobby at the front desk? I don’t think I’ve ever met her. Oh wait!” She then lifted her finger as if a light bulb went off in her brain, and then came the dripping sarcasm that colored her voice, “I have met her. Once. When I was born. She was there too. Being born. From the same vagina. And then I met her again...you know...every day after for the rest of my life.” She then looked at him with derision. “She’s my sister, we own this hotel, and this is my bar. I’m Nalia. What do you want?”

Meanwhile, when the third person entered the hotel, the only hallway that could be ventured down directly from the lobby was the anger room hallway. It is a plain white hallway with rows of doors of similar color. Each one is marked with a Vancant/Occupied sign, only one of which switched to the Occupied side, where J was doling out pain to virtual enemies, though that could not be seen nor heard from where the stranger stood. The rest of the doors were green with vacancy and able to be accessed should he choose to open one." 315,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-15T06:07:00,Lovely,"He enjoyed her sarcastic banter, he was slightly fond of, it was his style in a way. ''Yes the chick at the front, im glad you got to know her so well.'I'm going on a date with her and she directed me here, cool right?'' He'd say, grinning.

The mysterious maan would walk up and down the hallway, seemingly on the phone, ''Uhuh- okay- just tell me where you are at.'' He had no tension in his voice, his words flowing smoothly and his posture was impeccable. ""Okay well I will wait in the lobby for when you swing bye- Okay talk to you later.'' He said, walking into the lobby, taking a seat.

" 316,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-15T06:53:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia sneered a bit at the way he called Lydia ‘chick.’ She has said it ironically when she used the word, but it just made her cringe inwardly hearing him say it. Then, when he said he had a date with her, that made her eyebrows shoot up sky high. “Really?” She didn’t even say it as a question, as it made no sense in her mind. This guy wasn’t her type. Lydia, as far as Nalia knew, preferred the nerdy, super smart type. This guy reeked of the exact opposite. Nevertheless, she pressed a bit further, “is that so? So, uh, what else did she say?” She asked as she stood from the piano and rounded the bar, taking her place at the other side of it as she was normally stationed when greeted by possible patrons. She did her best to hide the disbelief from her face, replacing it instead with a sincerely inquiring expression.

As for Lydia, she hadn’t even noticed the newcomer as he made his way into the anger room hallway. Only when he emerged from it did her eyes manage to catch him. A bit confused at where he appeared from, she called out to him, “excuse me? Sir? Did you need help with anything?” She asked, remaining at her desk and waving him down for his attention." 317,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-15T07:17:00,Lovely,"""Yes, really! Shes crushing on me she was definitely eyeing me and all that but, it really isn't suprising with this face though, am I right or what?"" He said, Gloating about his quote-on-quote awesomeness. ''If you dont mind, get me a Vodka shot.'' He said ''Maybe even two for the lady coming.''

The man heard Lydias beckoning, turning to see what the fuss was for. ''I am fine, thanks.'' The man said, before sitting on a lobby chair, scanning all of his surroundings, including the woman, before turning a blind eye." 318,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-15T07:28:00,MonsterMistress,"Okay, now she knew he had to be lying. Nalia remembered staying up late with Lydia on multiple occasions gossiping about the guys they knew, and there was one trait they both agreed on: self-aggrandizing narcissists were the biggest turn-offs, second only to rapists, murderers, misogynists, and any other asshole really who considers themselves better than others simply because they look a certain way. “Sure.” She forced a smile on her face as she grabbed a shot glass from behind the counter. Looking down inside a cabinet she rarely perused, she poured out of an unlabeled bottle of liquor beneath the bar out of sight. There was vodka in it, of that she could promise, and it was clear like vodka. Placing the now filled shot glass on the counter, she put the bottle away, again, keeping it under the bar, she gave the man another smile. “One vodka shot. I think I’d rather wait until my sister comes by to choose her drink. She hates it when other people choose her drink for her.”

Lydia just stared at the strange man sitting in the lobby and shrugged her shoulders. “Well....alright then.” She muttered under her breath and went back to her book." 319,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-15T10:55:00,Lovely,"He'd put the shot in front of him, not drinking it, instead waiting on the arrival of his 'date', as he looked at the lobby, seeing if he could see her.
''Well, Nalia, is there anything she likes I can do to impress her? shes really cute and I want this date to go as good as possible.''

Marigold walked down to the jacuzzi, seemingly all alone as she dipped inside of it, The warmness shocking her skin. Once she got used to it she picked out a book and took outba bottle of wine as she started to pour it into a glass, taking a nice long sip from it. ''Well when they sa8d they had a jaccuzi I thought it'd be a bath with hot water and bubbles.'' she said to herself, thinking her joke was funny nonetheless. She started reading a new book called, ''The Human Condition.''" 320,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-15T14:19:00,MonsterMistress,"“Not really.” Nalia said offhandedly as she switched her focus to a couple of dirty glasses, washing them in the sink and wiping them dry, one by one. “Her taste in drinks changes about as often as her taste in guys. It’s about as often as you would change your underwear really.” Lydia could be seen from one of the windows, sitting peacefully with her book in hand, making no moves to get up from her seat. “If you want my advice,” Nalia continued, “don’t bother with her. She’s like a black widow or a praying mantis. She essentially eats a guy’s head clean off after she’s done with them. Could happen right after sex. Might not even make it to sex if you’re lucky. Like ripping a band-aid. Just get it over with. Ya know? No use lifting somebody’s hopes only to dash them. Though she does find it fun to play with men like that. Not my cup of tea personally, but hey, different strokes for different folks.” She smirked saying that last bit, her eyes still on the glass in her hand like she’s seeing something else for a moment." 321,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T03:43:00,Lovely,"“Im confused, was that supposed to be a burn?"" he grinned, referring to watch she said about his underwear. ''If so, touche my friend, touche.'' He gave her props, she seemed like she could be a very neat friend.

The man in the lobby was tapping his foot, obviously annoyed. ''Hey, Receptionist, any people walk in here before me? female, not so tall, not so talkative?'' He said, concerned she hasn't moved in a while." 322,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T03:54:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia lifted an eyebrow at the guy, glancing at the untouched drink only briefly, before responding. “Yeah...sure. Also, I’m not your friend.” She clarified belle refining her dishwashing, mostly ignoring him from this point forward.

Lydia glanced up from her book when the newcomer spoke to her. “There were a couple of people who walked through here not too long before you. The girl you’re likely talking about though left I can only assume to her room.”" 323,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T04:31:00,Lovely,"''Well, thats pretty harsh dont you think? Either way its nice talking to you Nedia.'' He said, saying her name wrong on purpose, a slight grin on his face as he took a small sip of his drink, before looking back to see if Lydia was almost off shift.

""Ah, okay, if I may ask, how long have you been sitting here, not my buisness or anything but im sure it aint good for your health.''" 324,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T04:54:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia clenched her jaw and forced a smile in his direction. The drink he sipped on would taste the same as vodka. Nothing else of interest would come from the sip....yet.

Lydia gave the man a sad smile. “Oh dear, you haven’t been in the Convergence long have you? I’m sorry you wound up here, but, to give you peace of mind, I can at least promise you that my health is perfectly safe from sitting for prolonged amounts of time. Absence of time.....among other factors...will do that for a person here.”" 325,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T05:41:00,Lovely,"She gave the woman a weird look as she seemed to have a very forced smile. He kept sipping and waiting, sippin and waiting, he was sure in his head its been 15 minutes but he hoped he was wrong.

''Oh, Im convinced that this was a hostage situation,'' he whispered ''blink twice if you're being held here against your will.'' The man had a serious look up 'till then, he seemed like he doesn't joke unless severely bored. ''What are you reading if I may ask? and do you have a library here?''" 326,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T05:52:00,MonsterMistress,"The more he sipped, the more the alcohol would take effect. Again, like vodka, it would feel very similar to the warmth it would bring to one’s core, and if enough ingested would give one’s mind a sort of swimmy feeling. All, of course, dependent on one’s tolerance to alcohol. The less tolerant, the more quickly one would feel the effects, and the more tolerant, the more alcohol would be needed. Other than that, nothing particularly out of the ordinary would happen to Marcel sipping his drink....yet.

When the man in the lobby made what Lydia could only surmise as a joke, she proceeded to blink an uncountable amount of times at a ludicrous speed, similar to a scary cartoonish female making “eyes” at a male, adding onto the joke before giving a small laugh and returning her face to normal. “I promise I am very much here of my own free will. My sister and I own this hotel.” As he walked over and asked about her book, she lifted it to show him the cover with the title of The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. “It’s pretty good, though a long read. I’ve read it so many times I’ve lost count. Unfortunately I haven’t found any libraries around here yet. Goodness knows I could use a different story to read.”" 327,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T06:24:00,Lovely,"Marcel had a great alcohol tolerance, it'd need another shot maybe more, to get him out of it. ''Got anything stronger? I uhh, need something to keep my mind occupied.'' He was obviously frantic to meet Lydia. ''Where is she..'' He sighed.

''Sure, when the cameras go out you can tell me the truth.'' He s
grinned slightly, but it faded as soon as it came. ''The Historian... Thats a new one, i'll need to check it out, its unfortunate there isn't a library I can go to though. I'll say this, you're very unique in a sense, most woman either were trying to have sex and others were just creepy. you seem like you are the type to completely cock-block someone. I like that, but don't take what im saying the wrong way, im not one of those guys.'' He'd point to the guy at the bar, who was at this time, chugging a shot down." 328,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-16T14:31:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia poured him a second shot, this time pure vodka, top shelf, and slid it over to him. She didn’t bother to answer his question.

Lydia listened to the man call the 15 year old book new. Well, to her it was 15 years old, but who knows what time, place, or even universe this man came from, so to him it might very well be new. Then, when he explained his experience with women, she just furrowed her brows. “You must come from a very strange place if that has been your experience with women. Where I come from, men and women just...well...live. We work, we eat, we hang out. Sure, people have sex too, but it’s rarely the motivating factor to get to know somebody....well, from women’s standpoint at least. Men, on the other hand, will happily get to know a woman if it meant a chance of getting into her pants.” She rolled her eyes at thought of all the times she’d gotten hit on and/or befriended only to be scolded and insulted because she didn’t want to jump into bed. As if being nice was a sign of sexual interest. “Honestly, to hear you describe women in such a way, your universe must be the exact opposite of mine.”" 329,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-17T06:23:00,Lovely,"As the woman poured the vodka shot, he looked at her, as he said, ''You got a real stone heart don't you?'' he said, taking the shot.

''Yeah must be, i'd rather know a woman before getting in bed with them, and as all people do I got a, quote on quote, type.'' He said using his fingers as air quotes. ''What about you Blondie? Got any opinions on stuff, and by the way, Drunk guy at the bar is eye balling you....'' He said, with a confused look towards the guy, as the guy was focused on Lydia. ''Want me to go talk to him or?''" 330,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-17T15:39:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia simply ignored Marcel’s baseless insult. She moseyed on over to the other side of the bar, pretending like there was something more important to adjust her attention to, only to look at her watch on her arm to check the time. In about a minute, should he stand up, the Everclear-strength shot should hit him hard, and fast. Doesn’t matter the tolerance level of the individual drinking it, Nalia loved giving this stuff to losers. She managed her hands on it when somebody from another universe opened up a distillery in the city and supplied the stuff to her. It was mild like top shelf vodka, but absolutely brutal like the 190-proof Everclear of Earth.

Lydia glanced over at what the stranger was looking at and saw Marcel peeking over at her every so often, noticing a glass in his hand. She shook her head and brought her gaze back to the man in front of her, “no need to trouble yourself. If he hasn’t been kicked out of the bar yet, then my sister is likely taking care of him.” She sounded sincere when she said it, but ‘taking care’ had a drastically different meaning knowing Nalia had about the same amount of patience for Marcel’s type as she did: none at all." 331,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-17T21:35:00,MonsterMistress,"When the crash sounded through the lobby, Lydia nearly jumped out of her seat. Her eyes zeroed straight in on the newcomer who staggered towards her, looking a complete mess. When he fell into the pamphlet stand, she immediately rose from her chair, but he seemed to regain his balance quickly enough thanks to the wall, so she remained behind her desk. Still, the blatant fear on his eyes told her exactly what had just happened. “Oh dear.” She whispered, recognizing the look as the same one she and her sister wore when they first arrived at the Convergence, only his death seemed to be a smidge bit more disastrous than her own.

At this point she rounded her desk, turning back to the other man only briefly to say, “let me know if you need anything else. I just need to take care of this gentleman first.” With her eyes back in front at the disheveled man, she reached a hand towards him once she was a few feet away, offering help. “Please, take a seat.” She gestured with her free hand towards one of the lobby chairs. They were comfortable, fully upholstered and cushioned, including the armrests. “Do you need anything? I can get you some water, food. I can also get help for you to get to a room to clean up.” She did all that she could to comfort him. Nobody wanted to learn that they were dead, and when they did, it’s the most mind-shocking experience. She found that a calm voice and a kind demeanor always helped the transition, if at least only minimally." 332,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-18T00:12:00,MonsterMistress,"“Of course, one moment.” Lydia didn’t hesitate as she turned a complete 180° and stride off quickly to her sister’s bar. Rushing in, she asked Nalia for said water, and the brunette was quick to supply as she also caught a glimpse of the man completely shaken in the seat. As Lydia rushed back with the tall glass of fresh water, Nalia followed after stopping at the doorway to watch as Lydia continued on to the newest guest, waiting should she be needed to aid. Neither woman paid any attention to Marcel if he had said anything, their focus on something a smidge bit more important.

“Here you go.” Lydia said softly, handing him the tall glass filled with the cool beverage." 333,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-18T05:25:00,Lovely,"As all this happened he just did a smirk, watching Lydia scurry, sitting him down and getting him water. ''Jeez, I didn't know you were a mother.'' He said, commenting on her reaction. ''Im sure I can get a 'blankie' for you to put on him.'' He chuckled, motioning at the drunkard. ''Seems you gotta lot of guys coming in, you are the opposite of a chick magnet, a Dude Tracker per say.''

The man seen Lydia objectively attractive, but he hadn't quite pinned the personality. ''Oh, by the way, im Felix, nice to meet you?'' He paused
awaiting her answer." 334,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-18T17:47:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia could only just stare at Felix flabbergasted at his words. Here this man was, beaten, bruised and bleeding, clearly terrified and all he could do was make fun? Lydia’s mouth was agape in shock and incredulity before switching to an expression of anger, “Well excuse me, Felix.” She spoke his name with a clear level of disdain and disgust. “But not all of us got to die and come here without trauma, physical and mental, to bring with us.” She shook her head, throwing her customer service mannerisms out the window and shaking her head, she made her way back to her desk muttering, loudly for him to hear, “absolutely heartless.” Once at her desk, she picked up her phone and called for a team to bring towels, water, soap, and first aid. Once finished she slammed the receiver down and just stared daggers at Felix, passing by him once more to approach the passed out newcomer, switching her focus to his wounds and assessing the damage. “Hey Nalia!”

Lydia called out to her sister who had been standing by the doorway to watch and wait should help be needed. Nalia perked up at her sister’s call and Lydia continued. “Can you check your lost and found and see if you’ve got any clean clothes that can fit this man?” Nalia nodded in understanding as she retreated back into her bar and rounded the counter to check the big cardboard box of various items people have left over the time she’s been running the place. " 335,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-18T22:04:00,Lovely,"He didn't take offense to her words, in fact he had a reason behind his words, one nobody can understand. ''Yeah, don't assume im not bringing emotional luggage either, for all you know is my name is Felix, am I wrong?'' He said, he had no hate for Lydia, no matter what she said, he infact admired her snapping at him, no girl did that in his universe. ''I understand in your head I was wrong but let me ask you this, if you had been in a similar situation, yet noboody helped you, and you someone getting helped immensely, wouldn't you be a tad bitter? My words are not justified I know, but thats something to ponder.'' He said, walking out the hotel before saying, ''Im sorry. Both of you.''" 336,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-18T23:46:00,MonsterMistress,"

MonsterMistress said:

Only when he emerged from it did her eyes manage to catch him. A bit confused at where he appeared from, she called out to him, “excuse me? Sir? Did you need help with anything?” She asked, remaining at her desk and waving him down for his attention.

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Heidi said:

The man heard Lydias beckoning, turning to see what the fuss was for. ''I am fine, thanks.'' The man said, before sitting on a lobby chair, scanning all of his surroundings, including the woman, before turning a blind eye.

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@Heidi

Lydia recalled the way Felix nonchalantly sat down in a chair, quietly minding his own business, showing her nothing that required a sense of urgency. She also recalled asking him if he needed any assistance, and he instead shrugged her off. So, what he was talking about in regards to being shirked by her but showing this new man who was barely able to stand on his own two feet her attention was completely ridiculous in her mind. Instead of vocalizing this disparity and clear hypocrisy, however, he already left before she could manage a word in edgewise.

Oh well, what could she do? She couldn’t assume his situation, he was right of that much. But regardless of what happened to him, the way he reacted to somebody literally torn to shreds, and her clearly appropriate reaction to said individual’s state of distress, was completely and needlessly uncalled for. If he decided to return, she’ll happily help him....but she wasn’t going to count on it...

Nevertheless, Lydia sat and waited for the man to wake, for her employees to show, and for Nalia to bring a new set of clothes. Nalia, thankfully, was rather quick about it, bringing with her a pair of jeans and a plain white t shirt, which she folded and placed gingerly at a side table and sat down next to her sister. The two spoke in hushed voices, trying to figure out how to move forward from there for the man. As they spoke, Nalia would glance over at her bar only once in a while, just to check in and see how Marcel was doing." 337,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-03-19T00:23:00,AutumnBanshee,"River had given up on getting back to “life” a long time ago. She didn’t know how she died other than that it was quick and in a fight. Here her scars from many previous won battles remained. Reminding her that she was once a fierce warrior in the city she protected. Though, what could a mob boss have to protect? It was complicated to say the least. She often wondered what happened to her partners, R and Shrike. No use in pondering it any longer. The time that passed here was nonexistent so it was useless wondering how much time passed in her reality.

She had chosen to visit the hotel as a last resort to find some comfort in this place. As a bit of a self soothing habit she combed through her maroon hair, which was done back in a high ponytail that nearly reached her knees. A hazard in battle she kept just to spite R. Relocating herself to the bar she simply waited, observing all who were visible to her. Of course, there was no one she recognized. A bitter truth she had to cope with while here. There would be no faces she recognized or cared for.

Her unusual eyes were distant with her thoughts. Blue, green, and brown were broken apart in her irises. A birth defect she had often hid in her early life. But embraced as she grew older as something unique to her. Though when there was any noises behind her she would swiftly turn her head, her instincts still sharp as ever. Each time lightly patting the sides of her large coat as if to remind herself she no longer carried weapons and that in this place fighting was useless" 338,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-25T00:24:00,MonsterMistress,"

Nalia
Bar

Nalia on the other hand hated the quiet. She worked the bar, and when there were no patrons, there was nothing to do. She couldn’t fill her time the way her sister did with peaceful solo activities. She needed the hustle and bustle of noise and people. After cleaning the bar counter for the umpteenth time, she sighed and set herself over at the piano. She seemed to remember somebody promising to teach her how to play that thing, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember who or when. Nevertheless, she still played a few notes, singing what few rudimentary tunes she knew, waiting for new customers." 339,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-25T00:56:00,FreddieMercury9546,"
He was wearing his tight leather black pants with a whit shirt and a beautiful open shirt over it. Freddie's shoulder length hair was down as he he stood in his early 30's with no mustache dragging a rather large Louis Vuitton Travel Trunk behind him this time around when he walked through the hotel. He had forgotten he had been here before, he had forgotten the sisters. He didn't remember he was dead, but he knew something was off. As he got 1/2 way to the desk he stopped a little out of breath and plopped the thing down sitting atop of it and sighing a little speaking aloud to himself. ""Where the bloody hell is Roger? Where is Deaky and Brian?"" He grunted a little looking down to the trunk and then around the hotel lobby. He sighed again. ""Where is my personal assistant Peter? He knows I can't do this sort of thing alone? I can't carry this thing upstairs?"" In his early 30's he didn't have an assistant but he was a mental mess, he was remembering things wrong. He was dead and reentering the hotel, he forgot he was dead and forgot all his friends he left behind in the hotel the first time. As he looked to his nails, one hand blank and one hand while he smiled they still looked amazing.

Waving to the girl at the desk he smiled. ""Hello Darling. I am going to relax in the bar... do tell me when the rest of the 'Queen' Party get here. Will you please?"" Freddie didn't realize that no one was coming, No one else was dead. ""I will come back for this. Please make sure no one takes it."" He pointed to the trunk, it had all his amazing clothing it it. As he walked through the open doors of the bar he saw the women by the piano and got excited. ""Oh a piano! A piano!! Oh amazing. It's beautiful. Look at it. Oh what a lovely lady it is. Can I touch her? Can I? Please please??"" Freddie asked as he rushed over to it running his fingers over the body. ""Hello darling, he said to the object. Freddie is here..."", he paused, he was confused. He had seen it before. Yes he had seen pianos all the time but this one... this one he had seen before. Yes he had." 340,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-25T01:34:00,MonsterMistress,"Lydia looked up from her book with raised eyebrows. Somehow she got a feeling of Déjà vu when the legendary rock star entered her hotel. She knows she’s seen him before. I mean, of course she saw him before. He was Freddie Mercury. But something about seeing him in the hotel lobby sent a strange sense of familiarity through her. She wanted to fangirl over him, but somehow she felt like she already did that and already was used to seeing him around. Instead she merely nodded at his request, wondering if his band mates actuallywerecoming or if he was ignorant of the situation. Hopefully Nalia would be able to break the news delicately if it be the latter.

Speaking of Nalia, she jumped at the sudden appearance of the rock god and his exuberance when entering her bar. The way he made love to her piano certainly would put her off on a normal day, but somehow this seemed... normal? “Uhhh...sure.” She responded, staring at Freddie perhaps a bit too suspiciously as she scooched over on the bench to give him room to play." 341,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-25T02:48:00,FreddieMercury9546,"slowly his mind was rebooting and he didn't realize it. Slowly he would remember the hotel, he would remember the people, not yet. He still hadn't remembered he was dead yet. Was he hear for a show? He must be right? Then where the fuck was the boys? Why would they travel without him? Why did he come alone? This made no sense at all, at least there was a piano.

Freddie was still confused, but with how beautiful the piano was he was so drawn to it that he couldn't help but want to play it. Slowly he walked over to the keys, his slender fingers brushed over the ivories. ""Do you play?"" He said as he slowly sat down blinking his brown eyes and nodding his head. ""You do play... You do.... you play."" The young man said almost positive she did. ""Yes."" Sliding down to make room for her he ran tickled the keys a little just playing thing that came to mind, it was more like working his fingers out then anything else. ""Play for fun, not for money. Money is nice but at the end of the day it's always for fun darling."" The man said as he kept playing a little then stopped. ""You play now... go on now. Show me what you have."" He rested his fingers on his leather plants and tossed some of his black hair off his shoulders and waited for her to show him her skills. ""It's not about talent, it's about fun.""

" 342,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-25T03:15:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia smiled as she began to stroke the keys in a similar fashion as she had seen him do. “I do play for fun. But I can’t always guarantee anybody else would have fun listening.” She let out a small laugh as she played something simple. Just a small tune she learned from an old Nintendo game she liked.

It was so odd. How did she feel so comfortable sitting next to him like this, playing so nonchalantly. Nevertheless, she began to sway a bit, bobbing her head, as the song was a bit upbeat. It repeated itself a lot, which lent to her the ease for her to learn it. After a couple of runs of the tune, she’d let it trail off to an end and looked up at Freddie with the same smile. This definitely felt familiar, and she remembered something again, something she had remembered as well only moments before he entered the bar. “You know, somebody had come through this bar some time ago and offered me piano lessons...it never happened though. I can’t remember who it was, or what happened to them, but you somehow remind me of that person.” Her brows furrowed as she studied his face again. There was definitely something there. She felt an urge to reach out and hug the man like a long lost friend, but her conscious mind couldn’t wrap around the sense her subconscious was trying to make." 343,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-27T04:23:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie was impressed by her playing, but it was like he may of heard her playing before. He wasn't sure but he was. Maybe? Things were not as they seemed but they were. The hotel in a whole was so strange but yet he remembered it somewhat. Listening to her playing he didn't touch the piano but he spoke when she was done. ""Why would you need a lesson."" Freddie said and paused a moment. Why did he say that? Lesson? Who said anything about a lesson? No one did, did they? Yes she did didn't she? Wait? She had. ""You asked me for a lesson? You did, we have spoken before."" He rose from the piano bench as he walked away from it looking to the bar a moment and seeing a few things in the back of his mind as a memory but not fully there. The others were sitting, listening. Then there was singing, then the angry room. The elevator? Yes the broken elevator, the piano. It was there. He looked to the piano, yes he tried to steal it. The sisters, the other guys, the bar was empty now.

Yes because everyone moved on, like they always do. ""You sister and you, you are always stuck here. From now till forever. You are dead, like everyone else that comes through here."" He put his hand on his chest. ""Like me."" It didn't bother him, not this time. It was something after all this time he learned to deal with. Looking over to her he gave his head a little shake. ""Enough confusing shit. Play... enough of that and stuff we can't remember. Play, play for fun even if no one is listening right? You are listening. Let the world listen or not listen."" He laughed as he tickled the keys before letting her go again. ""We do it for fun and nothing else.""

" 344,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-27T17:51:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia listened to his words. Was it actually Freddie Mercury that had offered her those lessons? He seemed to peer through her bar with familiarity. Then he spoke of her and her sister. Yes. He had been there before. She remembered. Somewhat. It was hazy.

When he sat back down next to her and played a little bit before handing it back off to her, she didn’t even bother to lift her fingers to the keys. Instead, she did what she had wanted to do before but couldn’t understand why. Her arms wrapped around him in a hug, and spoke softly “I’m so happy to see you back, and I’m so sorry...for everything.” She couldn’t remember the finer details of his time there, but she could remember how much of a roller coaster it had been. Some of which she was certain was her fault as guilt seemed to hang heavy in her heart. She’d play, but she needed to do this, say this first." 345,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-27T19:46:00,KT-chan,"When Nadia came into the hotel, she didn’t expect to find so many guests from worlds to walk around the building and act so normally amongst each other...at least that is what she thought they were doing when she came through the doors. Before she came to this interesting hotel, she was on the run from some witches who claimed her to be one of the main followers and servants of the Anti-Christ. Although it was not true, at least from that new time-zone dimension, Nadia did work for the Anti-Christ. In her world before the current time-zone changed, her entire world ended by a nuclear explosion in 2018. The explosion caused millions of people to die from the nuclear explosion or become mutated cannibals, who are at the brink of death. While almost all of humanity was lost, there were only a few groups of people who were able to survive in secure catacombs. Those people were either collected by the government for their beneficial genetics or they extremely rich.

While these people were managing to survive, what they didn’t know was the Anti-Christ was the one who set this whole disaster happen and was ridding the world of its God-loving people and was overthrowing the population with strong and devoted Satanists. Long story short, the witches find out about his plan, gathered their surviving members to take him down, and then they sent one of their members to change the time line by killing off the Anti-Christ before develop his full potential. Now that Nadia was longer a follower of Satan and still had her memories of the previous events, the young woman decided to leave her world, so that she doesn’t have to experience another apocalypse from a brand new Anti-Christ.

By the time she came into this world, some kind citizens directed Nadia to the hotel that allows all guests from different worlds. As she was walking up to the check-in desk, she then goes up to the person in charge and asked her if there were any rooms left that are available for her to stay in. “Hi...uh...I’m new to this whole entire city, so I’m not sure what form of payment you take. So far, I have $150 in my pocket and an ancient knife from my world,” Nadia said as she was unsure if her only belongings were enough to pay off the room.

As she pulls out a wad of cash from her pants pocket and an ancient Satanic knife from the inside of her left leather boot, she then puts them down on the desk counter. “If this isn’t enough, then I don’t mind working here to pay the price of the room off. I just need a place to stay for a while, before I head off to find another place to stay in,” she explained, still kind of nervous that the person in charge of check in might not have a room for her or might kick her out." 346,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-27T20:12:00,MonsterMistress,"

Lydia looked at the newest guest and gave her a soft smile before putting her book down. “We take any currency you have available, and our rates function on an honor system. Due to the innumerable realms and currencies therein, it’s difficult to convert. So, we just ask for the amount a particular guest would typically pay from their own world.” When the girl handed her the wad of US dollars, she could only give her a small smile, “and unfortunately for you, I know this world’s rates personally.” She laughed a bit, missing home as she lifted the money into her hands. “We actually based this building off of one in New York City, where my sister and I are from. So, this would likely get you anywhere from one to two nights, depending on the room you wish to get. If you need to stay longer though, I would not mind the help, though we are pretty fully staffed. Maybe you can ask my sister at the bar, see if she needs any more hands since she runs the place by herself.”

After clicking on her computer she asked the girl, “before you go though, which sort of room would you like? We have the most basic rooms, including a twin sized bed and a mini fridge as well as cable television. With the money you have now, it would cover two nights in that room. Or would you like an upgrade from that? A queen sized bed with the same amenities, plus an option for a theme. Your 150 would cover a single night in that room.”" 347,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-27T21:17:00,KT-chan,"“I’ll just take the basic room,” Nadia said. As soon as the Lydia took the money, Nadia also took back the knife she brought in, since this hotel doesn’t take these kinds of things. Once she puts the knife back inside her leather boot, she then waits for Lydia to give her the key. As she waits, she looks around the large hotel to find the bar. When she found the door that leads to the bar, Nadia then gets the idea that she should ask Lydia’s sister about any job openings that are available for her.

‘Might as well make myself am earning, while I stay here for two nights. I could also use a place to rent myself an apartment or something. After all, I am trying to start a new life for myself. Even though, there may be a possibility that someone from my world could come in and end me for what I’ve done in the past,’ Nadia thought to herself as she continues to wait for Lydia to hand her the room key and maybe a map of the hotel." 348,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-27T21:22:00,MonsterMistress,"After finishing up setting the room for Nadia, Lydia handed her the key card with a silver embossed 301 etched onto it. “Please enjoy your stay.”

Should she make her way to the bar after receiving her key, she’ll find a girl identical to Lydia save for the brown hair adorning her head, instead of Lydia’s blonde. She’s sitting at the piano just to the right of the entrance, hugging the late great Freddie Mercury and then playing music together." 349,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-27T21:46:00,KT-chan,"As Nadia takes the key and thanks Lydia for her services, she then goes into the bar to see if her sister was there. By the time she entered inside the room, she saw a woman, who looks just like Lydia but with darker hair, on the piano playing with Freddie Mercury. As Nadia waits for them to finish up theirs performance, she then looks around the bar to find somewhere to sit." 350,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T18:07:00,FreddieMercury9546,"""Don't be sorry, we all do such foolish stuff in this world."" He laughed as he wiggled his slender fingers over the keyboard and laughed thinking. ""Why should the afterlife be any different right? We yet passionate bags of flesh, we act on our emotions and not our heads. We do what our hearts want before our minds have the chance to talks us out of it. If I had thought things out more when I was alive maybe things would of ended a little different for me. Yes?"" The man shrugged, there was no use crying about it, the after life was not so bad. This hotel was not so bad. He had been there before and if he remembered right it wasn't that bad the first time. His room was beautiful, the guests coming in and out were just as lovely and he had meet a few amazing persons on his little adventures the first time.

There was another women enter the bar, the singers eyes looked up and pointed over. ""You have a customer."" Freddie said without pointing, because after all Pointing was rude right? The little English singer got up from the piano and walked to the stranger making himself know. ""Hello Darling, I am Freddie. You are?"" He said offering a hand out to the stranger.

Freddie's Look (forgot to post it)

" 351,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T18:43:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia nodded, his words making sense. She’s made mistakes. She’s only human. Maybe she should start adopting Bob Ross’s mantra: there are no mistakes, only happy accidents. A smile spread across her face when she thought it and played with him.

Then Freddie brought her attention to the newcomer. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, feeling terrible she didn’t notice as the musician was already on his way introducing himself to her. “Oh I’m sorry!” She got up and took her place behind the bar, “I’m Nalia,” She introduced herself with a smile same as Freddie had, “is there anything I can get you?”" 352,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T19:10:00,KT-chan,"One Freddie Mercury came up to Nadia, she started to get nervous. She was a bit of a fan of his music. Although, his fate was kind of sad. “O-Oh...uh...I’m Nadia. I’m a new guest in this hotel. I just here to ask if there’s any job positions opened that I might fill in,” Nadia said in a nervous tone as she looks at the Freddie Mercury and Nalia." 353,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T19:19:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia couldn’t help but smirk at the girl’s nervousness near Freddie. Seems she also was from Earth. She couldn’t remember the last time there’d been so many from her world in the same room before.

When she introduced herself, Nalia’s eyes went fairly high up her forehead. “Nadia...looking to work for Nalia. Either that’s fate trying to mess with me, or ridiculous coincidence, but either way I picture a lot of confusion around here if you started working with me.” She laughed at the way their names were far too similar. “Well, I can’t say I’ll have much here for you to do. Most days it’s about as empty as this.” She raised her arms, gesturing to the decently sized room that currently only held the three of them.

Nalia returned her hand to her face and tapped her chin in thought. “Tell you what, let’s do a trial run. You work for me for like a day or two, and if I find that your help is not only just good, but also necessary, then sure. You can work here.” She offered the girl a hand to shake to close the deal if she wanted it, “sound good?”" 354,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T19:36:00,FreddieMercury9546,"The poor thing was nervous, well who wouldn't be right? He sat down and patted a seat. ""Sit sit. We don't bite."" Freddie said know it was more him then the other girl. ""She needs a drink more then anything else. Don't you? You do. You have a drink, you loosen up and then you talk about a job."" The man crossed his legs a moment and laughed. ""Maybe she will give me a job while she is passing them out. Do you need a dish washier."" He teased.

""You don't need a guard? Or even security?"" Freddie teased when he saw the size of the knife in her boot. ""I think she could help you out with that. ""Maybe if you had someone like her running around protecting things people like me would not be stealing pianos out of the bar."" He joked speaking about when he tried to steal the piano from the bar right out from under the twins noses. Well he did not get away with the because the piano was back in the bar and there was a piano up in his room which he hoped was still up there, well he had a feeling it was still there.

""Tell us about yourself, or what you remember. If you don't like to tell us then drink. Either or is oik with me. I love chit chat."" The singer said leaning into the bar waiting to listen to the stranger tell him anything interesting. " 355,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T21:39:00,KT-chan,"When Nalia went through comparing her name with Nadia’s name, Nadia understood how much of a strange coincidence it was for them to have similar names. “If you like, you can just call me Nad to not cause any confusion,” Nadia said with a smile. Nadia was still unsure if working in this hotel bar would be a good idea as her last boss made her do some really dark and Satanic stuff in their world. She even still has the vertical scars on her arms, which she hides under her coat sleeves. By the time Nalia told Nadia about the trial run and took her hand for her to shake as their sign of agreement, Nadia not hesitate to take Nalia’s hand and shake it. “I won’t let you down, miss!” She said in a positive tone.

When Freddie mentioned something about getting Nadia a drink to relax, making her a personal body guard, and asking her about herself, Nadia started to get nervous again. For one, Nadia didn’t do well with alcohol as it can make her do some crazy things in her drunken state. Two, Nadia wanted to leave behind her violent lifestyle from her world. Three, Nadia didn’t want to tell the others most of her life in her Earth as she could see that these two people were from different Earths. “Well...I’m from earth and I was born in Los Angeles, Florida. I...have a twin brother back in my world who has his own successful tech company. And...I’m here in this world to start a new life for myself.”" 356,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T22:23:00,MonsterMistress,"“Alright, Nad it is then.” Nalia smiled and then listened to her story. Huh, she didn’t know there was a Los Angeles in Florida. She only knew of the one in California. She elected not to ask, figuring it was whatever, and continued to listen.

“Start a new life?” She laughed even harder at that. “Well, I suppose that’s technically the case for all of us, starting new lives given that our old ones have ended. But you make it sound like you sought this place out and came here of your own free will!” She shook her head, still laughing, and grabbed a rag to wipe down the counter, offering her a glass of plain old Coca Cola, recognizing the discomfort in her eyes when Freddie suggested alcohol." 357,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-28T23:04:00,KT-chan,"When Nadia saw Nalia gave out a confused expression when she mentioned Los Angeles being in Florida and not California, Nadia lets out a sad sigh. “Sorry that my previous location sounds pretty bizarre as Los Angeles is a part of California. It’s just that I’m still going through my previous apocalyptic phase, and I forgot that the timeline has changed back to normal, causing all traces of my old timeline to disappear. You see, in 2018 there was a nuclear explosion that was caused by South Korea which caused a lot of people to either die or get turned into cannibal mutations. Due to the disasters, different cities and towns had to be relocated to different states or countries that weren’t fully exposed to the radiation. For instance, the remains of Los Angeles moves to Florida to start civilization all over again. Since that time zone has changed and disappeared, all the changes in the economy and society has reverted back to the things they were,” Nadia explained as she takes a sip of her Coca Cola." 358,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-29T03:38:00,FreddieMercury9546,"He was a little shocked when he heard her words and uttered slowly sitting on the edge of her seat with his chin on on his hands. ""2018? What is that like? Wow... 2018 you said Darling? What?... no 2018?"" Was she kidding? No she had to have been wrong, He died in 91. ""What year is it? Is it 2018 already? Do cars fly? Oh is it like zip and your there? Oh tell me all about it? Oh lets hear all about the future."" Clapping his hands excited. ""Wait wait, is disco still in? Do they listen to my music? They do don't they? They must?"" He grew scared, so scared almost for a moment. No maybe not, she didn't seem excited to see him or even ask him anything so maybe she didn't know of him. No, want they had his music here. ""Do they listen to Queen? I must know. I'm knew I would be a amazing... no I knew I would be Legend, I know they listen to me. They do."" He was trying to make sure to remind himself. " 359,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-29T03:58:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia furrowed her brows at the woman’s mentioning of the year and an apocalypse. “That’s....weird. My sister and I passed away long after 2018. There was no apocalypse or remotely apocalyptic event. Well, there was a pandemic that started in late 2019, but that was just a shitshow. Hardly an Earth-destroying event.” She was still frustrated by the way it was handled, but hey, at least they survived it. Too bad they couldn’t survive the car crash. With a sigh she shook her head, knocking the memory away. That was not how she pictured her death.

“oh my god, Freddie. We need to work on those insecurities of yours.” Nalia placed her hands on the man’s shoulders and forced him to look her in the eye. “You are a legend. You will always be a legend. Yes, people were still listening to your music in 2018. At least in our version of earth. I can’t say the same about the world of our apocalyptic Californian-Floridian friend here, but I can guarantee you, you made your mark, and it was strong. So strong. You not only rocked hard, you kicked total ass doing it. I. Promise. You. Nearly 30 years after your passing you were still a hot topic and an inspiration for so many in so many ways. And, say, 100 years from then the kids finally do stop listening to your music, I can guarantee whatever they’re listening to, whatever freedoms and life choices and truths they are living, would not exist if it hadn’t been for you. You made your mark on history. You, sir, will always be relevant. Do you understand me? Now. Please. For the love all that is good, stop worrying so damn much. You’re dead! Leave the worrying for the living!” She then turned and grabbed a glass and poured him some ale, to which she also poured herself a glass and then raising it to the two of them. “A toast, to leaving behind our lives, as good or as bad as they may have been, to finding ourselves anew, and being proud of who we’d been in life, and proud of who we will become in death.”" 360,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-29T04:52:00,KT-chan,"When Nadia saw how shocked and nervous Freddie Mercury was when he heard what she had to experience during 2018, she knew that she needed to take it easy for him about his legacy. Nadia didn’t have to worry that much about it as his legacy was still going during her time. When Nalia explained to Freddie Mercy about his legacy still going on and how even death he will still be a somebody, Nadia started to admire the woman’s passionate speech. By the time they started to make a toast about life and death, Nadia started to turn pale and froze in her spot that she was standing on near the bar.

She knew that death will still be crueler than what she has gone through in life. In her world, once a person dies in a place that has already been contaminated with multiple deaths then they may become a ghost and be trapped within the premises until it is completely destroyed. As for places that haven’t been contaminated with death, ghosts get either sent to heaven or hell. For former Satanists, like Nadia, they do not have choice in these matters as their souls have already been taken by the devil and they must be sent to Underworld for all eternity." 361,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-29T18:44:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie knew she was right, he knew she was. At times he was still that shy little boy in the school so many years back that was teased and made fun of for having the teeth that were to big for his little face. They used to poke fun at him and call him 'bucky'. Little did they know he would grow up to be something so much bigger then himself. So yes at times he did question himself, yet now even dead he wondered he shock his head and nodded. Yes she was right. ""Yes, yes darling you are right, how silly of me, how very silly of me. I skipped in my silly little mind."" He laughed as he picked up the glass she had just poured him and looked to her with his bright brown eyes. ""Yes, A toast to leaving it all behind the best we can.. the best we can..."", the man said as he clicked his little glass against her own and took a sip of the sweet liquid.""

""What is wrong young lady?"" Freddie said looking to Nadia, her face so pale, he gave her arm a light touch. ""Are you not fully dead? Those come here to."" The singer said with a little laugh. " 362,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-29T20:15:00,KT-chan,"As soon as she heard Freddie Mercury speak to her and touch her arm, Nadia started to come back to reality. When she looked at him, the color on her face started to come back. “Huh? Oh!...Um...Not exactly. I’m still alive....but...I don’t exactly have what’s most lost souls have....Which is why I came here to escape from my world’s...complications...” Nadia said in a calming voice." 363,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-29T20:31:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia smiled and drank her ale after the toast. But when she heard Nadia speak about coming to the Convergence on purpose, she lost her grip on her glass and it fell to the floor with a crash. Her eyes were wide with surprise. “You mean to tell me you had the ability to travel to any world from your own, and youchoseto come to a place that you can’tleave??” Most people that arrived at the Convergence never intended to come here. Almost everybody who woke here died, few traveled here on accident. The the less than a fraction of those who somehow managed to not only hear of the place, but intentionally seek it out, were foolish. For an afterlife, it’s pretty solid, but to choose to come here, a place where time no longer exists, birth, death, progression, regression, aging, just cease, it’s essentially the equivalent of death even if one’s body had not died beforehand.

Nadia then glanced over at Freddie momentarily, before bringing her attention back to Nadia, “I mean....one person did leave, but that was a...special case. He...was never meant to exist as he was when he arrived here. Somebody or something, somewhere, somehow, messed with that guy’s history, his memories, and ultimately his death. So, arriving here when he died, a place more or less functioning off of death and memories, his essence as he thought he knew it began to fade. It really messed with his head. My theory is he was sent back to the point where his timeline veered to relive his life the way it was meant to go. In all its chaos, the universes have their ways of correcting what’s been altered.” She just gave the girl a sad look. She knew, based on the way she spoke about her world, that it was likely a terrible life to live, but if she could move herself to a different dimension at will, there could have been a better choice than here..." 364,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-29T20:45:00,KT-chan,"Nadia felt uncomfortable explaining her situation and the reason why she came to this world. She knew that time, life, and death don’t matter in this world, which is why she purposely chose it. Nadia didn’t use what was left of her mother’s powers to come to a random place to start a new life. Due to Hell being a place full of immense torture and misery for all lost souls who have done wrong, coming to Convergence was better than coming to that place. Even Nadia couldn’t die and go to hell, the coven that have killed her former master will still try to hide her and then put her spirit in the same place that her former master’s caretaker was put when she was burned alive for a trial. Although that whole process of the caretaker’s trial was reversed by the Anti-Christ’s killer, the coven’s method can still happen to anyone who is considered a threat as a dangerously powerful being or close to a dangerously powerful being.

While the tension was getting unnerving, Nadia instantly started to change the subject. “Hey! How about we listen to a song! I could really listen to some fantastic music, right now! Who’s up for it!” She said with a smile." 365,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-30T03:23:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie saw the glass fall and was shocked, it caused him to jump slightly. ""Oh bloody hell. Oh no darling. Oh hell."" The singer said with his slender fingers on his chest taking a deep breath a moment and catching his breath. Freddie got upl slowly now and placed a hand on her shoulders. ""You ok? You ok love?"" Looking to the floor the peaces of the glass all over the place, but still listening to her talk about who had left the hotel.

He knew of who she was talking about, Freddie didn't utter the name at first. He had left with the person. It didn't last for long, not at all. It was still sore that he ended up back. Yes of course he did. He was dead after all. ""Seppy must of not realize I would return after all. I mean I am dead. I can't be taken from the after life. Try as I might, I am here to stay. Like a bad penny I will just keep rolling back."" The man said as he still held his glass running his finger around the edge of the glass a little listening to the girls and their weird conversation.

" 366,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-30T03:39:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia breathed, feeling momentarily embarrassed due to both patrons’ reactions. She really needed to learn how to not blurt out everything that was on her mind. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head, “that’s a sensitive topic for everybody and I need to recognize there’s a time and place to talk about that, and most of the time is not the right time.” She walked over to grab her broom and sweep up the mess she’d made.

Once cleaned, Nalia pointed over at the stage. “I actually have the karaoke machine as a permanent fixture now since most people prefer it. You can play music off of it like a regular stereo too if you don’t want to sing anything.” Maybe it’s best to just distract from the heavy stuff and just enjoy what can be enjoyed." 367,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-30T03:58:00,KT-chan,"“Ooh! Great idea! I’m going to go ahead and try out the karaoke machine!” Nadia smiled as she puts down her drink on the bar counter and then goes up on stage. Once she was on stage, she then goes through the list of songs that were on the machine. When she found the song she wanted, Nadia then puts it on and grabs the microphone when the music came on.

" 368,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-31T20:41:00,FreddieMercury9546,"Freddie giggled, he loved karaoke. Just the act of it was simply amazing to him. Singing other songs for enjoyment. It was what he did only better in a way. ""This is what I wrote music for. To be enjoyed over and over again."" He clapped as the spoke of the machine, the memories they had at it before. ""You mean you keep it out all the time now? Oh how delightful darling, I always wondered by you stuffed it away night after night. Keep it out. Let the people enjoy it."" He got up and picked a chair close to the machine with his little glass that he would refill sooner or later he just didn't want to yet.

As the other sang he sat and watched with a grin on his fight and once the song was done he clapped his hands for her. ""Bravo. Good job darling. Good job. I would sing but I am not here to steal the show.... "", the man said as he got up to flip through the book thinking on it. Now it was an idea he might of been able to shake. Would he? Maybe? Maybe.... now it was on is mind. Could he?
" 369,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-31T20:56:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia just shook her head listening to his declaration of holding himself back, and laughed as he proceeded to flip through the book anyway, “Freddie, just go up there and sing. I know you want to. You know you want to. The wonderful thing about people who love karaoke is that even if they are absolutely terrible at singing, they are just as confident as those who actually can. So you showing People up isn’t going to deter others from joining.” She Explained with a wink and another laugh." 370,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-05-31T22:47:00,KT-chan,"As soon as Nadia was finished with her song, she then puts the microphone back in place and then gets off the stage to go back to her seat. She felt better after singing her song that she almost forgot what she told Nalia and Freddie about. As she goes to her seat at the bar, she then picks up her drink from the counter and then takes a drink from it." 371,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-06-02T22:13:00,FreddieMercury9546,"No she was right, he wanted to. It was calling his name. As he stepped up to the stage he didn't touch the mic for fear he would break it. A habit he did to many times on earth. As he flipped through the book he did NOT pick something of his own, no no this time he picked something else something classic something either meaningful or something random. Maybe only he would know. As he stepped to the center of the small stage are he let his voice do what the mic could for him but his voice did it better.

He danced a little as he sang, giving it his all as he ran his slender fingers through his long black hair finally grabbing the mic pointing to no one in the crowd of no one. No one did it better then Gloria, ok maybe Freddie did, yea he did for sure.

" 372,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-08-27T12:44:00,MonsterMistress,"Some amount of time has passed. How much time, however, is hard to say when inside the Convergence. There is no sun, no moon, nothing is spinning. Everything is still, stagnant, unmoving, as is time itself. Many of the previous tenants of the hotel have since left. Some have stayed, but in the lobby and at the bar, all is quiet and empty.

Lydia
Front Desk

Lydia sat at the front desk, reading a book, rather enjoying the peace. Her whole job was customer service, trying to calm angry clients, organizing room service, etc. When things got quiet, it was her chance to relax.

The book she elected to read this time around was a rather spicy one, bringing a blush to her cheeks and a smirk to her lips. It wouldn’t be long before she was nose deep in her pages, that should anybody have need of her assistance, they would likely have to make a large racket to pull her away.

Lydia found herself so engrossed in her book, and with the hotel being as quiet as it was for so long, she hadn’t even noticed the man enter the building. When he knocked on her counter, the blonde nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise, her book falling to the floor behind her desk. Before she could come to her senses, however, the man had already begun his way towards her sister’s bar, leaving the woman sitting there dumbfounded, blinking at his retreating form. “Uhhhh.....what?” She just mumbled before sliding off her chair and crouching beneath the desk to search for her book, temporarily disappearing from view from anybody new who might be looking for a room.

Nalia, on the other hand, was not so lost in her music. Though, when the her newest patron came to the door and she stopped playing to greet him, she felt her fingers willfully continue to move as if still playing the piano. How long had she been playing before somebody new came? In a place like the Convergence, there was no sense of time, so it could have been hours....it could have been years. It all felt the same.

As the brunette stood, she cleared her throat and patted her jeans, wiping them of whatever clamminess they had gained while playing. “Sorry, yes. We are open.” She made her way to the bar counter, spotting that a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the surface. She pursed her lips in disappointment, inwardly chastising herself for letting it go. Without a moment’s hesitation, as she rounded the other side of the counter, Nalia bent down to grab a clean rag and run it under water before wiping down the bar counter, bringing back to light its shine and luster. As she wiped, she looked at the unknown man with a smile, “what’ll you have? We have just about everything from every world in almost every universe. And if we don’t have it, well, I’m sure we’ll be able to get our hands on it.”" 375,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-17T05:06:00,Azzner,"Tormin laughed softly, his voice sounding hoarse and hollow as he walked over to the bar. He paid no mind to the dust. He was sure there was plenty of sand, mud, dirt, and more dust coming off of his boots and his clothes. As he took a seat, he lowered his mask, revealing a pale-skinned face, far too pale to be human, with dark green facial tattoos drawing a pair of lines down from his forehead, following the bridge of his nose before turning away from each other, drawing lines to just below his ears. Without a second thought, he removed the goggle like device that were covering his brilliant green eyes. For a moment he panicked quietly before he took a breath. He shouldn’t be able to breathe here right? This was the same air as the two humans in the hotel. But somehow, he knew that wasn’t a problem.

His thirst brought himself out of his thought process, and he cleared his throat, “I’ll believe you have everything if I can get a glass of Spotchka.” He smiled a bit before shrugging, “If not that... Corellian wine?”" 376,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-17T05:31:00,MonsterMistress,"As the man removed his goggles, Nalia’s blue-grey eyes caught sight of his striking emerald orbs, and for a moment she was taken aback. But, ever the professional, she lowered her gaze back to the bar counter and continued cleaning. When he mentioned Spotchka and Corellian wine, her eyebrows perked up a bit. “I’m...not sure. Let me check.” With that, she left the rag on the bar and turned towards her wall of drinks behind her, scanning the options with her hands on her hips. Eventually she bent over and began opening and sifting through cabinets, moving about various bottles and jugs of differing ales and liquors. Somehow, that wasn’t a drink request she’d been expecting, so whatever she did have from his universe was rather buried.

Eventually Nalia stood back upright and approached the counter with three bottles. “So,” she began, placing each bottle on the counter as she introduced them, before wiping her form fitted black v-neck shirt off of more dust that had gathered on the glass and transferred to her top, “I don’t have Spotchka unfortunately, but I do have a very fine aged Carellian wine. I also have here a couple of other things that maybe might interest you. Some Tarisian Ale and, if you’re feeling particularly adventurous, Port in a Storm.” Nalia winked with a smirk. She hadn’t tried it herself, hearing the stories, but one day she knew she would. It’s not as if she could die from it here. Just get really.....really, fucked up." 377,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-17T06:12:00,Azzner,"His eyes followed Nalia as she looked over her supplies, though he couldn’t help his gaze lowering to her hips as she bent over, and quickly looked away. He turned back when she came back up with the drinks. Though Tormin was looking for a familiar drink, the thought of having a Port in a Storm again after all these years filled him with a sense of adventure he hadn’t felt in some time. “I haven’t seen that drink, or been around Parmathe in cycles. The first time I had it, I had just finished my first job, and I damn near lost my ship as a result.” A grin spread across his cheeks in thought before he nodded, “Yeah. Port in a Storm sounds like an excellent choice. Feel free to join me in having one, though I’m not sure how easily you’ll be able to tend a bar after having one.”" 378,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-17T06:24:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia laughed as she popped open the jug of ale and began pouring a glass for her alien customer. “I’m fully aware of its total ass-kicking effects, which is why I haven’t tried it yet. But, with the right company, I’ll definitely be giving it a whirl.” She let out another chuckle and shot a smile at him before sliding the filled up glass over. “Unfortunately, I don’t know you well enough just yet to feel comfortable joining you on such a new adventure. But, the night is still young...as it forever will be in the Convergence, so who knows what might lay in store for later.” She shrugged as she recorked the ale and put it, along with the other bottles, back into the cabinet where she found them. When she returned, she did however pour herself a glass of hard cider from the tap. “But, I also won’t let you drink alone. It’s been slow, and I’ve been looking for a reason to have a bit of my stock for myself. So, cheers?” She said, lifting her glass towards his to clink it should he reciprocate." 379,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-17T06:41:00,Azzner,"He looked at Nalia strangely at the word as she lifted her glass, but he mirrored her motion with his glass of red liquid, smiling as their glasses clinked and he copied her words. ""Cheers."" He then lifted the glass to his lips, and paused, lowering it as he smiled, ""And before we find out how much this will knock me over, thanks for drinking with me. I hope we'll get to share a round of these sometime.""

With that, he lifted the glass, taking a careful sip of the drink, and immediately made a face as he fought to swallow the stuff. It was potent, and definitely Port in a Storm. He placed the glass on the counter and swallowed the small mouthful he had, before he let out a gentle cough that he directed away from Nalia. ""Damn... I forgot how much that burns."" Though he was complaining, the familiar smile stayed with him as he turned back to the drink. ""Can you believe there are people who drink this as simply as they drink water?""

He laughed softly at the thought, before taking a deep breath to prepare himself, and took a second sip of the stuff. He made the same face, but coughed far less this go around. He wasn't sure, but he thought his face was beginning to get warm already. ""So..."" He said, his eyes turning to to try and see the sky outside, though he knew it would be as Nalia said, still night, ""Time doesn't really flow here in this... Convergence?""" 380,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-17T07:05:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia just laughed at the man’s reaction. Though, she had no leg to stand on to laugh, because she was certain that when she finally has her try of the stuff, her reaction wouldn’t differ greatly. She drank her cider, taking it in gulps as opposed to sips. The flavor was far more palatable, and oh so delicious.

As he looked out the front window, Nalia turned her head to do the same and nodded to his question. “Pretty much. No flow of time, so no aging, no sickness. Truthfully, no end. It would be a veritable utopia if not for the gloomy landscape. Needless to say, it can get rather boring very quickly. So, I can only recommend good drinks, good food, and good activities with good company to fill this void.” She took another drink of her cider, taking care not to chug it, yet already halfway through the tall glass. “Mm!” She exclaimed through closed lips, as if just remembering something, before swallowing what was still in her mouth to continue, “also, we’ve got some state of the art type technology here, stuff my world never had. So, while time doesn’t actually exist, the bedrooms are equipped with a virtual environmental shifter, so we can at least mimic the change in time in there if you want it. Then there’s the anger rooms. I usually recommend those for moments when you need to let off some steam, but really you could build an entire world in there where time still exists, and find yourself lost in one if you’re not careful. One room is already forever occupied from a previous patron. Not sure he’ll ever come out.”
((cough cough@Brikercough coughlol))" 381,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-18T19:08:00,Azzner,"Tormin chuckled softly, his cheek and face continuing to feel warm as he turned around again on the stool and faced Nalia. ""Sounds interesting,"" He replied, speaking of both the anger rooms and environmental shifters. He paused for a moment, ""Do those... environmental shifters change the air quality too?"" Looking down at the mask hanging from him, he had to consider that it likely didn't matter, but he could at least smell the difference, even if he knew he wasn't supposed to be able to breath it. But there was much in this void he did not want to consider too deeply, and took a deeper swig of his red drink, blinking away tears. Though he could thankfully say, after drinking that amount, that his tongue was sufficiently numb.

""Ah, maybe I could use some target practice at some point. Though..."" He held back a sigh and simply stared into his drink, ""I suppose there's not much purpose to keeping sharp like that, is there?""" 382,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-18T21:10:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia nodded as she took another swig of her cider, feeling the warmth from it as well, though it will not hit her nearly as hard as the Port will hit the newcomer. “Absolutely. We keep things fairly dry here, but you can shift to something more humid, or arid, or even freezing. All it takes is a single thought, and a touch of a button.” She smiled as she went back to wiping down the bar, moving a bit further away to clean up the areas where he wasn’t sitting, in hopes that more people will follow in behind him. She welcomed his company, having been bored to tears before his arrival, but she missed the hustle and bustle of a crowd.

When he mentioned there being no point to keeping his aim sharp, she stopped and pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “I mean, technically you don’t have to, but I would still keep top notch if I were you. You might not die here, but I’ve had a few assholes barge in here and cause a commotion in the past, and pain is still very much present. As long as you still remember what pain feels like, or have a damned good imagination of what a certain sort of pain might feel like, you can be shit sure you will be feeling it.” She put her rag down again and rounded the counter once more, taking a seat next to him on another stool and leaning back against the bar. “For example, I had a guy come in here once who had previously tried to blast his own brains out, in hopes of waking up somewhere else. He was knocked out for a while before some wizard or whatever came and magicked him back to functionality. He recounted the pain to me. It wasn’t pleasant from the sounds of it. So, yeah, I’d say keep your skills up to snuff if that’s something you’ve got in your arsenal. That, or just avoid a fight at all costs. When death is no longer a factor...most don’t bother to hold back.” She mentioned, thinking back to the broken service elevator when that knockoff video game character decided to wreck the place in his excitement. “Sometimes it’s slow here. Sometimes it’s total chaos.” She explained with a shrug, “if you’d like, I can show you how the anger rooms work. It’s not like I have anything pressing going on here.” She said as her eyes once again looked about the completely dead bar." 383,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-21T17:06:00,Azzner,"Tormin's eyes narrowed a bit at the story as he looked over at Nalia, wincing at the thought of having a constant pain from a 'mortal' wound. Knowing that made him want to keep his skills sharp as much as knowing he could be killed at a moments notice, when he wasn't within the convergence. He took the last swig of his Port in the Storm, and nodded, though he damn near regretted it. He was thankful he hadn't stood up yet. He took the moment to look around, taking in the place. The way it was currently, it certainly felt like the only thing missing were the people. ""I suppose with all the time in the world, maybe one day that little bit of chaos will return again.""

He smiled, before taking a second to cautiously put his feet on the ground. When he was sure that he wasn't going to topple over, despite the effects of the Storm in his head, he nodded over at Nalia, ""If you wouldn't mind, I would like to take a look at an anger room, and see how they work. If nothing else, target practice is good for passing the time.""" 384,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-21T17:52:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia turned to grab her drink and finish it off before placing the empty glass back down on the counter and nodding at the man. “Sure thing. Let’s go!” She said with a bright smile and a small tinge of pink to her cheeks, the alcohol starting to run its course. She hadn’t even noticed his careful way of getting down from the stool, and led him out of the bar and towards the hallway opposite the side of the lobby.

This hallway was plain, all white with equally blank doors, save for numbers above the doors and the occasional small red light next to a few of them. I wonder if I’ll ever see that light turn off, she thought as she stared at one door in particular, but then shrugged and continued to a door that held no such lit occupancy-indicator. The door slid open at her approach, and inside they’d find an empty room. Nalia turned to look at her customer, making sure he was doing alright after drinking as much of the Port as he had, before showing him the control panel inside the room next to the door. “This is how the room changes to simulate various settings, scenarios, enemies, equipment, etc. There are a few presets I’ve programmed, like a desert or a forest, even something smaller like a town street. You can spawn regular people, or monsters or animals. I even programmed a few favorite video games of mine in full to play through,” she laughed a little bit at that as she scrolled through various menus on the small touch screen with just a finger, “but ultimately, if you want to create something custom-made,” she explained, stopping to tap the bottom corner. Once she had, the menus disappeared and all that was left was just a single pulsing blue halo, “just think of what you want, then hold your finger here until the room has turned into exactly as you pictured. Then, just let go, and you’re all set to go. Any people or enemies you spawned will then come to life and act according to how you perceived them to act based on your thoughts and imagination while you were in contact with the interface.” She observed him, checking his posture and looking for any signs of swaying in his body or distance in his eyes. “Did you get all that? You think you will be okay to do any of this? Or should I set something easy first and hang out in here with you?”" 385,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-22T01:09:00,Azzner,"Tormin had no trouble keeping up, though he had to admit, his eyesight was a little fuzzy as he followed behind Nalia with slower steps. The drink had a lasting kick to it, no doubt. And familiar. It made moving a strange feeling, as if the mind was falling behind the body somehow, until the short journey came to an end, and they had reached the room. Slowly, as he stood still for a few moments, things became clearer, enough that he could focus on the control panel as Nalia explained it to him.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, leaning on the wall to make sure he still had his footing, and trying to think of what kind of enemy would even be good to train in this state. No kind of enemy, he imagined, but a training drone might do. He then registered her question and nodded, ""I think I might have an idea of something I can use here."" He said as he pushed from the wall and unsteadily made his way to the control panel, with the single pulsing blue halo still present from before. He placed his finger on the screen, and thought hard about the device he was thinking of. It was a small, round device, with multiple components that allowed it to float and move around the air. There was little time before a specific, high-pitched hissing sound above him that followed the movement of a metal orb with an imperfect surface.

It darted from left to right, keeping an optic sensor on Tormin as it approached. It moved slow as it approached, seeming to think that Tormin was unable to hit it quickly with his blaster pistol still holstered. His hand moved almost as a blur, reaching, and pulling out the blaster and firing a single shot through the orb before it had a chance to adapt, sending it cluttering to the ground in a heap that quickly disappeared. ""Hmm... not bad."" He admitted, ""That moved just like the one I had.""" 386,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-22T02:01:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia watched at him, unsure if she should let him use the control panel in this state. Still, she moved to the side all the same to allow him access. When the drone appeared, she lifted an eyebrow and watched it move about. As it neared them, her eyes kept darting between him and the little floating machine, wondering if he was gonna arm himself or what. As if answering her question, in the blink of an eye, he pulled out his Blaster and disposed of the small orb as if it were as simple as taking a breath.

“Color me impressed.” She nodded with a face that expressed as much. “I’m assuming you started off simple due to your inebriation.” She gave him a soft laugh and turned to the control panel. “How about you do that again, a bit harder this time?” With her finger on the circular button, three more of those orbs appeared, but moved with a bit more speed." 387,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-23T06:36:00,Azzner,"Tormin smiled, holding his blaster up and towards the wall, and looking down the sights to make sure he was totally satisfied with its aim. He then grinned over at Nalia, ""Oh? Looking to give me a bit of a challenge?"" He walked to make sure his back was to her, his aim towards the orbs so that she could at least get a good view, even if it might be for a laugh. He wasn't sure if it was the Port, but he did feel like the blaster had a bit of kickback.

He took a deep breath and looked up towards the three new targets, moving and swirling in alternate patterns. Theywerefaster, and flew in some coordination with each other to make it hard to keep track of a single one. He then aimed his blaster, and let out that breath as he pulled the trigger. The sound cut through the room as the blaster flew through the air, and hit the back wall harmlessly. He made a tisking sound sucking his teeth before reapplying his grip. Another two shots rang out, one slicing through the center of one orb where it exploded instantly, the other getting clipped on the side, and spinning out of the control into the wall. Not a clean hit, he had to admit, but it worked.

With only one left, his eyes traced it's erratic movements, watching it zig zag, changing speed and direction to try and keep him off guard. He waited, watching and tracking each movement until he flicked his wrist, aiming just ahead and blasting the last orb against the wall. He let out a deep breath, wondering if he was sweating as he twirled his blaster and holstered it at his right. ""Do the people that get stuck here always focus on these anger rooms? I can understand how someone might get sucked into this.""" 388,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-23T06:51:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia did her best to hold back a laugh when he missed his first shot. Not that she could have done any better. Rather, she’d be far worse, especially with the alcohol moving through her system. But then he took out the three of them seamlessly. Well, it looked seamless to her, assuming the clip of the second one into the wall was purposeful.

The woman pursed her lips at the mention of people getting sucked into these rooms. “Well, for something as simple as a bit of target practice such as this? I’d say it’s not as likely as you’d think. I mean, one of our employees, J, will come in here and work on his swordsmanship every chance he gets when not on shift, similar to what we did here, but never to the level of getting sucked in.” With a sigh, she turned her attention back to the control panel, moving out of the custom button and to one of her presets. She chose one of her own choice options she’d programmed in long ago. It had been a while since she did this one, but felt it necessary to give him a better idea of how one could completely lose themself.

“The way people lose themselves in here is when they make something like this happen.” When she taps the preset with the pad of her finger, the whole room they were in completely melted away, shifting and changing. The floor became a bed of grass that seemed to roll out beyond them and continued on for miles out. Trees sprouted in the distance to create a dense forest to their south and around to the east, leading into a mountainous range with a volcano at its top. At the north a castle seemed to build brick by brick. To the west more rock formations formed, in between creating an entrance that led to a desert beyond, and just south of that was a path that led to a huge lake. In the very center of the field where they stood, was a small farm, not too far from their position, and upon a wall of which was the control panel that seemed to stick out like a sore thumb, different from the rest of the scenery. Where they now found themselves was another world entirely with the bluest sky either had seen above them, birds chirping and flying overhead as they headed to the woods to their right in a joyful cacophony. Everything felt....alive. “All somebody has to do is take a memory from their lives, and they could just redo it entirely. This is just a video game, so it’s easy for me to keep separate from it mentally. I make sure to stay away from anything from my actual life, but there have been some others who have relived memories in here...”" 389,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-23T18:18:00,Azzner,"Tormin still felt woozy, but for some reason his mind felt clearer now, either from the exercise, or from the conversation, he couldn't be sure. When the room began to change and shift from Nalia's updating of the setting, Torming jumped as if the ground was melting away, and taking him with it, but he landed back on the grassy ground without any issue. He looked around, noting the many parts of this small portion of whatever world this room was imagining. ""Well that's... pretty damned impressive."" Tormin acknowledged.

He'd never seen a game with a world like this before, but he had to imagine that for himself it might not matter. If he wasn't careful, he might get lost in here as well, or in any of the other planets that he had called home. Or perhaps even the interior of his own ship. His fingers twitched, that was a thought that was hard to resist. ""I'll have to be careful myself then... I appreciate the warning. Not sure there's much point in wandering if I'm only going to end up stuck in a tiny room like this. Although, I guess when things get as quiet as they do out there, this is a welcome respite.""" 390,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-23T18:30:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia laughed at the way he seemed to fall when the ground changed. “It’s a little disorienting at first, but you get used to it.” Her stance never changed, knowing that the floor did not actually fall beneath them, but simply shifted to the image, scent, and feeling of grass. She took the few steps over to the wall of the house that sat peacefully on the farm to touch the control panel once more. In the next instant, a sword materialized in her hand, which she twirled a bit and let herself get re-accustomed to the weight.

Once more she turned toward him with a smile and a sparkle in her eye. “It definitely is a nice escape. Great place to unwind, to fight, or do whatever else it takes to keep you sane when things get a little too quiet. So, you wanna try your hand at some real monsters? I know a good place we can ride to.” She asked, nodding her head at the horses that ran the small range of the farm just behind her, ready to mount one if he was interested in following her on it. “Or you wanna go back to the bar for more drinks?” Nalia shrugged, truthfully okay with either decision he’d make for himself, happy to help with whatever he wanted to do, making sure he was comfortable in the hotel. Either option definitely beat wandering the too quiet streets outside." 391,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-23T20:13:00,Azzner,"Tormin cracked his neck slightly as he looked around, before stepping over to the control panel and looking through a number of the weapons that existed. If he was going to do this, he might as well play to the rules and weapons of the game. He found an item he was particularly happy to see, and smiled as he pressed his finger to the screen and pulled his hands back to find a pair of spiked gauntlets clasped and tied neatly around his fingers and the back of his hands. ""I'm not one for melee personally, but I've got some experience with these.""

""Besides, a drink will taste better while working up a thirst against some monsters."" He grinned, putting his fists together to elicit a satisfying 'ping' as they made contact before starting towards the ranch where the horses could be seen. ""What kind of monsters are around here? I'll be honest... I'm not sure what to imagine in a place like this. Though, I'm at least hopeful no ones going to pull another blaster on me and catch me off guard that way.""" 392,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-23T20:46:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia watched him rearm himself with a new weapon and nodded in approval at his choice. As he moved to head toward the horses, she took another quick scan through the menus and materialized a pouch that tied to her hip, in which she checked to make sure it was well-stocked with what they might need for this little adventure. Once satisfied, she closed the leather bag and continued on.

“Well, there’s not much around here. We might run into a ghost or two through the field towards our destination, but ultimately we could ignore them. As for blasters, there are no worries there. Nobody has any firearms like that...well, none that would catch you off guard at least, as it involves magic more-so than weapons.” She hummed in thought for a moment tapping her chin. “I’ll at least make sure we avoid any place that may have beamos. Those monsters attack with about the closest thing to lasers this world has to offer.”

As they entered the small ranch, Nalia pursed her lips together and whistled a quick tune. As if compelled by the small song, a beautiful brown horse with a white mane galloped up to her through the rest of the group. Nalia gave the mare a few pats before placing a foot in the stirrup and climbing up to the saddle. She then leaned over and offered her new companion a hand up, “youcouldtake your own horse if you’d like, but I never really programmed the others to function the same, as it’s always just been myself playing these games. So I only ever needed the one horse. I hope you don’t mind sharing.”" 393,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-11-27T19:05:00,Azzner,"Tormin wasn't sure how to take the idea that they might face a ghost within the area. That certainly wasn't something he ever expected to hear, even in a game. But Nalia's calm manner kept him calm, though he stopped understanding the names for creatures that were being said. He also found it hard to understand a creature capable of creating a laser, but shook it off. At least they weren't dealing with them.

When Nalia whistled a tune, Tormin was surprised to see how quickly a horse answered, and she climbed upon it with practice. He had never seen a beast like this specifically, but they're like as pack animals and riding animals was at least familiar to him. He smiled as he grabbed Nalia's hand and pulled himself up, ""I don't mind,"" He said, checking his seat in the saddle and then placing his hands on Nalia's waist to keep himself steady. ""Besides, if I start riding my own horse, I'm probably going to get lost.""

He paused a moment, looking around the ""room"" though it didn't look like one anymore, ""Can we get split up and lost out... er, in here?""" 394,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-11T22:32:00,MonsterMistress,"“Hmm...” Nalia hummed in thought at his question. “Truthfully, I have no idea. I’ve never gone through a game with another person before. I suppose we’ll find out then, won’t we?” She laughed, and as soon as she felt he was situated on the horse, just urged the horse on with a “hyah!” and they sped off out of the ranch and towards the forested area to the southeast.

Nalia kept her head low as her hair whipped behind her, hopefully not in her new friend’s face, as the horse galloped ahead with her two riders bouncing along. It did not take long for them to reach the treeline, slowing only once they reached a wide path into it that led to a hollowed out log, acting as a tunnel into a new place just large enough for them to walk through, but not for the horse unfortunately. Nalia dismounted, the trees thick around them, as she stared into the pitch black tunnel ahead. Then she turned towards her friend to assess how may be doing after the quick bumpy ride. “You doin’ ok? I didn’t catch your name by the way. I’m Nalia.” She said, offering a hand to him again, both to shake in greeting, and to give him something to hold onto to get off the horse." 395,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-12T05:05:00,Azzner,"Tormin held back a groan during the ride forward, his hips beginning to ache until the ride finally came to a stop. It was a shame, he wasn’t able to really enjoy the view around him. Even swoop bikes weren’t this uncomfortable. He looked down to her and took her offered hand, nodding as he used her to climb down. After a breath, he spoke, “Tormin. You can call me Tormin.” He then smiled as he started to shake her hand. “It’s an official pleasure, Nalia.” He answered, and then released her to stretch his legs and hips a bit.

He then took the time to look down the tunnel, beginning to rotate his shoulders as he turned towards Nalia. “So, what should we expect to find down here? I’m afraid I’m also not any good in the dark without a light.”" 396,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-12T05:32:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia could barely hold back a laugh as she answered his question with an ominous tone, “well Tormin, the dangers that lurk through this tunnel are the worst kind. They are small creatures, like children, young in appearance but old in age. Each one are accompanied by small flying balls of light that are known for trickery of the lowest kind, annoying and shrill in their voices. They dress in the same color as the green of their surroundings, blending in with the grass and trees, but they are always staring when you pass them by, as if staring deep into your very soul.”

She led him through the tunnel, failing to hide her smile. When they’d emerge on the other side, they’d find themselves in a very tranquil forest village, filled with homes built into and on top of trees like dens and treehouses. The residents are bright faced children in green tunics and hats, each one with a bouncing fairy companion. They do stare at the visitors, but more out of wide-eyed curiosity than with the mischief that Nalia had described. Finally the bartender let out a long held in laugh, “I’m sorry. The dungeon we’re gonna go through is ahead towards that large three. Nothing dark and spooky in there except for a bunch of bugs and monster plants.” She explained, pointing down the main path of the village toward a large towering tree with an elderly man’s face shaped into the wood, its mouth wide open into the ground like a doorway. “Unless you do wanna go for something a bit harder and more spooky, and we can go through the Lost Woods to the Forest Temple. That place is full of ghosts and creepy grabby hand things.” She said, pointing to a dark entrance at the top of a hill to their left, strange music faintly floating out of it." 397,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-12T07:27:00,Azzner,"Tormin gave Nalia a strange look at her initial description of strange, small, children like creatures as he followed her along the tunnel. It sounded more than simply eerie, especially the part about them following their movements, and he kept reaching for his pistol at every sound. When they reached the forest village, he was even more confused. No sense of death or murderous intent filled the air. It wasn't until he turned to Nalia and spotted her smile, and the sound of her laughter that he relaxed, and realized she was simply teasing him.

He gave her a look, like he'd remember this for later, though his relaxed smile didn't really sell it. ""Oh I'm sure you're sorry, stringing me along like that."" He chuckled with her after a moment, and then looked towards where she pointed. ""Well, I'm not sure what to expect here, but I suppose if this game is one you normally play alone, then an extra challenge might be something needed for the both of us, right?"" He mused, and then frowned a moment, ""Although I'm not too keen on finding out whatever a... creepy grabby hand thing is supposed to be. I guess we'll see.""" 398,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-12T19:55:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia lifted an eyebrow at his trepidation to take on the Forest Temple, but still suggesting it anyway despite the clear uncertainty. She let out another chuckle and nodded her head towards the Lost Woods entrance. “Come on, I promise to protect you, okay? If one of the grabby hands gets ya, I’ll save you. Otherwise then we’re really gonna find out if we can be separated or not in this place. That’ll suck.” She explained as she made her way up the hill towards the other log tunnel.

Should he follow, they’d find themselves in a garden maze, the sounds of heavy footfalls rhythmically passing down various turns further inside and out of immediate sight. Nalia led him into the first turn of the hedge maze, and peered around the corner. “If you wanna take a look, those guys are moblins. Close combat with them is a no-go unless you wanna get impaled by a spearhead half the size of your body.” She then looked at the pistol at his hip and got an idea. “Switch places with me. Keep an eye on him. The moment he turns, give him a shot in the butt. Let’s see if that weapon actually does something and registers in this world. If not, I’ve got something else to use.” She said, walking around to the other side of him so he can use the corner for cover and look around, seeing the towering creature clad in armor and patrolling the maze with a spear larger taller than Nalia and Tormin combined." 399,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-12T20:32:00,Azzner,"""Oh good thank you,"" Tormin responded to Nalia as she promised to protect him, ""I feel much better now."" He rolled his eyes slightly but chuckled nonetheless, following after her and trying to make sure they didn't get separated. He didn't want to test whatever theory she might have about what would happen.

The maze was a strange, and eerie sight, the sounds of heavy footfalls making him wonder just what was on the other side of the hedge wall. At Nalia's words, he took a look at moblin, and winced slightly at the size of the spear they wielded. It was almost like looking at a Ghamorrean, but somehow it was uglier. He nodded at Nalia, pulling out his blaster and readying himself as the moblin approached. When it turned around finally, he twisted around from behind his piece of cover and fired a blast the cut through the air, a red glow lit from the blaster bolt as it slammed through the back of one of the moblin's ass cheeks. It seemed to cause the creature sudden pain, though it didn't appear dead from the blast as it turned around and charged towards the end of the path while Tormin ran back behind cover." 400,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-12T20:45:00,MonsterMistress,"When she heard the charge, Nalia braced herself for the tremor to follow when he barreled into the hedge wall, thankfully not Tormin as he pulled himself back to cover. As if in confusion, the moblin turned around, not seeing the two of them hiding around the corner and staring at it as it continued on its way back down the path and out of sight again. Nalia just huffed and crossed her arms. “Huh, usually a little butt poke was all they needed to go down. I guess your gun isn’t gonna work here.” She sighed, and switched places with him again. “Let me take care of it. My aim is freaking horrible with this thing, but it’s the only way I know that works.” Pulling out of her pouch, she lifted her hookshot and peered around the corner again. “At least he’s a big target.” She muttered and aimed, hearing the click as the chained weapon readied, and then it sprung forth, the pointed ended heading straight into the moblins back, and the lumbering creature fell into a billow of green fire before disappearing completely. The hook shot retracted back into the handle in her hand, and she sighed and gave him a thumbs up. “All clear. I’ll take us through the rest of the maze like that then.” She said with a smile, and did so accordingly, getting them past a few more moblins, only to reach the last one blocking the way to the temple. He was a large one, larger than the others, and he didn’t move. He only stood there with a large club, staring at the very path where Nalia and Tormin stood on either side of. Nalia looked at Tormin and asked him, “how quick on your feet would you say you are?”" 401,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-14T20:11:00,Azzner,"Tormin swore under his breath, but relaxed as the Moblin turned around and continued on his way, before looking down at his blaster with some frustration. ""Can't say I've ever seen something like that happen,"" He said, switching places with Nalia as she drew a strange device with what looked like a large arrow head at the tip. It fired not unlike a blaster, though slower and with a chain link sound following its extension and retraction. Once the moblin fell over dead and disappeared into a green flame, Torming nodded, ""Well, better to use a weapon that works."" He said, agreeing with her and folloing her lead as they continued along the way. At their last obstacle, and at Nalia's question, Tormin was beginning to wonder what plan would work best with it.

And he wasn't liking his options. ""I'm guessing you need someone to play the bait, hmm?"" Tormin said, before stretching his arms for a moment. ""Well, I'm quick enough I think. My legs haven't let me down yet. What's the plan? Get his attention and wait for you to take him down with his back turned?""" 402,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-14T22:44:00,MonsterMistress,"“Eh, not quite. Just watch.” Nalia stepped out into the path so the moblin could see her, and he immediately went into a fit. Instead of a spear, he was armed with a massive club, one that he’d strike to the ground and send lines of earthquakes rushing towards her. She’d run up and try to zigzag it, avoiding the quakes as the passed her, but soon she’d get hit the closer she got, and in a pained scream was sent flying backwards, as if getting tossed like a forgotten toy out of the narrow valley.

With a groan, she got up and placed herself back behind the opposite corner and gave him a wincing shrug. “So...yeah.” She managed to squeak out as she rubbed her aching backside and rear. “Usually I can get it after a few tries, but it hurts like a bitch each time I fuck up. If you think you can outrun and pass him better than I can, then please,”she handed him the hookshot, “can you do it? He doesn’t turn around once you pass him, so you just gotta stand there and shoot. Once he’s down, I can follow you.”" 403,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-15T00:04:00,Azzner,"Tormin watched, or really stared, as Nalia tried to rush forward, trying to dodge the attacks before eventually getting sent back in a heap. He winced, reaching forward to help her up and looking over at the Moblin with wide eyes. But after a moment, listening to Nalia's plan, he nodded. ""So I just need to get past his attacks, and he'll be wide open...""

He looked over the hookshot, and then the moblin, before nodding and getting up. As soon as the moblin spotted him, it moved like before, sending shockwaves along the ground with its club. He swore at the first wave that sent him back flying, he wasn't as ready as he thought he was. ""Wait, once more!"" He shouted, getting back up and rushing forward. He dived over one of the shockwaves, rolling and tried to dive over the next. He succeeded, but landed in a heap and off balance. But he was almost there. As the moblin lifted its club a third time, Tormin dashed, keeping low and sliding under the moblin between his legs, before turning around and aiming the hookshot at its back. He fired just as the moblin hit the ground, and then was sent flying into a heap before burning into green fire, while Tormin simply fell back, panting and surprised that it had gone so well. ""Nothing... to it."" He said, more to himself." 404,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-15T00:22:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia cringed when he fell back almost immediately his first attempt, but did her best to stifle a laugh at his enthusiasm to try again. She watched him go for his second try, and her eyes followed every movement he made. She couldn’t hold back her bouncing as she silently cheered him on from the sidelines, mouthing, “go go go go!” And when he finally did make it in one last exerted leap and slide, the moblin fell in a seat of green fire. Nalia jumped up and screamed in excitement, “YES! You did it!! Good going!!”

With a laugh, she ran ahead to him and offered him a hand up. “You doing okay?” She asked with a wide smile. “You know this is just the beginning. You think you’d be able to handle the rest?” As she asked this, her eyes lifted to look past him at the temple in the clearing just behind him. The entrance was elevated onto a platform, whose stairs have long since crumpled and fell. The only way to reach the door was by using the hookshot to latch onto a branch hanging over the platform, and letting the chain pull up the wielder...well, wielderS as it were." 405,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-16T00:10:00,Azzner,"Tormin gave her a wave in reply, but he was still working on catching his breath. He happily reached up, grasping her hand and using her to pull himself back up onto his feet. After a moment, he nodded to her comment, ""Yeah, I think I'll be all right. To be honest, it's making me think of the first job I ever took."" He laughed a bit as he turned to the temple, his laughter dying away slightly.

Though it was only a game, the temple looked unwelcoming and dangerous, though no obvious dangers were apparent to him. ""At least I'm not doing it on my own, that's always helpful."" He said and walked towards the clearning and up towards the branch. He aimed the hookshot, and once he had a good eye for it, looked over to Nalia. ""You'd better hang on tight, I've never really used one of these before."" When she was ready, he reached over and wrapped an arm around her waist to secure her, and nodded.

""3...2...1!"" He counted down, and activated the hookshot, landing the hook at the branch, and immediately feeling the tug of the chain as it easily pulled them both off of their feet and towards the temple entrance at a high speed." 406,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-16T06:20:00,MonsterMistress,"As he instructed, Nalia hung onto Tormin as he used her hookshot, like a pro if she had any opinion on the matter, because as soon as he shot it, the two of them were pulled to the platform with ease. When she felt the initial jerk, she clung to him a bit more tightly so as not to be left behind, and once their feet were planted, she took a moment before letting go. Clearing her throat, she stepped back and said, “awesome. Shall we then?”

She turned to the door and opened it with a large long creak. Inside was an empty hallway, overgrown with vines and leaves, dark green and odious. It felt as if the walls were alive around them, and the air held a musty and moldiness. Once they’d reach the end of the hallway, they would find themselves in a large room with four torches lit in different colors, set in a square at the center of the room. Nalia took a step forward, and the fire extinguished. In their place, two ghosts appeared, one male and one female, both rather beautiful, wearing a raggedy tux and short dress respectively, and each holding two lanterns that matched the colors of the previously lit torches. They looked at each other with wicked smirks, before turning to Nalia and Tormin with the same eerie expression, and then faded away from view.

“Ok....that’s new.” Nalia said confused. “Usually it’s four ghost sisters, and they look like ratty little gremlins with giant glowing eyes. Not two ethereal beings that actually look like....people.” She turned to look at her companion with clear confusion and concern on her face. “I think we might be finding ourselves in very uncharted territory.” She began to wonder if the map even matched. “Either way, we gotta find those two and defeat them...at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. I’m not sure how much has changed from here...I’m not gonna be able to lead us with as much confidence anymore...I’m sorry.” She chewed the inside of her cheek nervously." 407,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-16T17:58:00,Azzner,"Tormin let out a soft breath as they landed, both because they had managed to land safely, and because he was that much more aware of Nalia's body pressed against his. He also took a moment before he let go, and blushed as he realized he had been holding onto her longer than necessary. He smiled quietly, and followed after her into the temple as she opened it, the loud creaking noise sending the hairs on the back of his neck on end. Though he reminded himself that this was only a game, he had to admit that he preferred going into missions with the potential to remain stealthy. Perhaps this was just how the game was to be played?

When the ghosts appeared, each carrying a pair of lanterns, Tormin couldn't help but draw his blaster at once, aiming them at the fiends before they disappeared from view. He wasn't even sure if the blaster would make a difference to them, he had just reacted on instinct. He turned to Nalia, expecting her to say something to help him relax, only to see her concern.

He reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently, trying to force a smile as somehow the fact that this was a game began to disappear from his mind. ""It's all right,"" He said, his voice calm as he looked around the darkened room, ""You told me that you typically play this on your own. Perhaps this is the game's way of reacting to the two of us here, helping each other out.""

He then grinned, ""Besides, uncharted territory is what keeps games like this interesting. Now we can show these ghosts exactly what we're made of. So don't falter, and don't apologize yet, we've still got plenty of chances to turn this around, right?"" He had to admit to himself that he wasn't sure that this would go smoothly, but he didn't feel out of place. Or at least, he didn't feel like they couldn't handle it. Perhaps it was something about this being so different from his world of blasters, spaceships, and stormtroopers, or perhaps it was because Nalia was there with him. He didn't know, but he felt sure that nothing here was going to stop him. ""So, it looks to me that we have two or three paths to take here."" He said, looking to his left, and right to separate doors, and forward to another door up a staircase. ""Any thoughts?""" 408,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-16T18:38:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia hummed in thought as she stared at the three familiar doorways. But then, she froze and noticed that there were two doors missing. She opened her mouth and tried to say something, but then closed it again as her eyes blinked a few times, her mind mulling over what this new information could mean. “So.....” she finally started, “I don’t know. The room is different too. Which means the map has changed.” Her head turned to the left door, then the right, and then the one straight ahead. “Well, the door straight ahead of us should have a treasure chest, if it’s resembling anything at all like the original game. It was supposed to be a small key, but I don’t see locks on any of these doors anymore. Which means that part of the game was taken away. Let’s do that first, and then we’ll go after the ghosts. Hopefully whatever we find will give us a better clue as to what we’re supposed to do with those guys.”

She nodded, liking her own plan. Just take it one step, one room at a time. That’s how she traversed every video game whenever she was feeling especially overwhelmed. Of course, back then it was only with a controller in her hand. Here, she could only recreate video games she knew perfectly as it was based off her mind, but this clearly was not. Nevertheless, she took the lead, and walked up the steps into the next room she had pointed towards.

Yet another empty hallway they had to walk through, and then another door, inside was a simple round room, lit by wall torches that surrounded them. At the very center was indeed a treasure chest, but when she approached it, a strange shadow began to form and grow beneath her feet. An eerie sound came with it and pierced their ears. Nalia recognized what it was right away, but she hadn’t expected there to be a wallmaster so soon and in this room. So when she looked up, it was already too late. The giant disembodied hand as large as her own body, wrapped its long fingers around her, grabbing her and began to lift her off the ground. “No!! TORMIN!! Help!!” She yelled as she tried to squirm out of the firm grasp." 409,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-16T19:23:00,Azzner,"“Strange,” Tormin said at Nalia’s explanation, her confusion apparent at the subtle changes of the room. However, he otherwise nodded to her plan, her experience with the temple still providing more of an advantage than he could. And he had to agree once they made it past the hall and saw the chest in the center of the room.

He was about to comment and congratulate her on her intuition, when a shadow overcame Nalia, and a piercing shriek caused him to cover his ears. He was about to look for the source of the noise that seemed to come from everywhere in the room, when Nalia’s voice reached him.

He reacted quickly, his heart beating fast in his chest as he rushed forward, trying to focus his eyes away from the grotesque hand wrapping around Nalia and pulling her into the air. “Dank Ferric!” He shouted, grabbing hold of Nalia’s outstretched arm and pulling her down as hard as he could. For a moment, he was worried that he might dislocate her shoulder, but found his strength was enough to keep the Wallmaster from returning to the ceiling above. “Hang on Nalia!!” He shouted, pulling his blaster out, and hoping it would be enough.

Darkness and the noise from the wallmaster were quickly drowned out by orange light and the sound of blaster bolts as Tormin fired as many shots as his trigger finger would allow. The Wallmaster hissed in pain, trying to keep hold of Nalia, but slowly losing grip and weakening, before it let out a death screech, and began to dissipate completely into the air, dropping Nalia completely on top of Tormin, forcing the air from his lungs. Though at the very least, silence followed." 410,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-16T22:17:00,MonsterMistress,"Nalia was grabbing onto Tormin’s reach for her as if her life depended on it. It didn’t, of course, but the fear was still real enough. So when he managed to kill the wallmaster, and she fell onto him, a sigh of relief followed the gasp in surprise. She just laid there on top of him, trying to catch her breath and regain her control over her body. Eventually she’d figure out where she was laying, and scrambled off of him. “Shit. I’m sorry. That shouldn’t have happened.” Once again she offered him a hand up, feeling like she’s been doing this a lot lately. She again asked if he was alright, then turning to hide the blush of embarrassment on her face.

The treasure chest sat there unassumingly as Nalia approached it. When she opened it, a bright light shone and illuminating the entire room, before finally fading back to its dim lighting from the torches. She blinked a few times before reaching down and grabbing what was inside. She had been hoping it was the bow and arrow this dungeon was known for having, but instead it was....

“Jewelry?” Nalia’s brows furrowed in confusion as she pulled out a ring and a necklace. The ring was a deep dark onyx with a few small emeralds and pink diamonds embedded along the center. The necklace was a thin black chain that held a pendant equally black, embedded in that was a large ruby that seemed to have the vibrancy of fire, surrounded by an outline of tiny sapphires.

She turned to look at Tormin and shrugged. “I......have no clue what’s going on. If this wasn’t a key, then itshouldhave been an item to help us through the temple, like a weapon, or a map, or something of that nature.” She let out a sigh in exasperation and stared at the two trinkets in her hands. She eventually shrugged in defeat and tried putting on the ring, but the small piece of metal was too large for her fingers. “Here, catch. Maybe it’ll fit you.” She said, then put the necklace around her neck." 411,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-17T06:34:00,Azzner,"Tormin felt his cheeks flush and go red, struggling hard to deny that he did not mind it happening. He chuckled as he shook his head, ""It's fine... the important part is that you're ok. Besides, you're pretty comfortable."" He offered after she helped him up, and winked as she turned away. He checked himself over as she approached the treasure chest, pleased not to find any wounds. Then the chest opened with a flash of light, and Tormin couldn't help looking over to see what it was she found.

However, he was surprised when Nalia threw him the black ring from within the chest, catching it at the last minute and looking it over. ""So this is... not going how you expected then, eh?"" He looked over the ring, smiling lightly as the soft ambient light reflected off of it's polish. He placed the ring on his finger, and was surprised to find that it was a perfect fit. ""Looks like it fits."" He said, raising his hand to shower her as he looked over at the thin necklace around her neck. ""Yours looks quite nice. Although, I suppose these won't exist once we leave the rooms, eh?""

He looked a little dour at that, looking down at the ring. It was a shame that something they had earned together would simply cease to be, because it was a game. Although, they at least made it this way. ""Well, since there's no key here... and I don't see a door."" He looked around, ""I suppose we should retrace our steps and find the next door.""" 412,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-17T07:22:00,MonsterMistress,"“So this is... not going how you expected then, eh?”

“Not in the slightest,” she answered with a laugh. When he remarked on the necklace looking good on her, she just smiled and thanked him, a small blush coming back to her cheeks for a brief moment, before answering his question regarding the jewelry’s lack of permanence outside the anger rooms with a simple nod. “Yeah, these exist only in here.”

When he suggested heading back to take another route, she nodded her head in agreement. “Sounds like a good next move.” So, back through the short empty hallway, they wind up back on the main room with the extinguished torches and two doors whose rooms that remain unexplored. Nalia led the two of them to the center of the room and looked back and forth between their two choices, doing a bit of a mental eeney meeney miney moe.

But, before she could open her mouth and make a decision, one of the ghosts appeared behind Tormin. The woman. Her eyes widened in fright and tried to yell out to him to watch out, but then a ghostly hand suddenly appeared from behind her and covered her mouth before she could even scream. And then, she was pulled back and away into another room away from her adventuring partner.

Meanwhile, the female ghost floating silently behind Tormin grabbed him as well, and just as had happened to Nalia, she pulled him into the opposite room.

It seems the two could get separated after all...

The room that Tormin would find himself in was large, resembling a ballroom that had been left to the elements for centuries. The tall glass windows that overlooked the hedge maze were cracked or broken through entirely, letting the moonlight shine onto the floor without obstruction. There was a stage for an orchestra, filled with instruments, but no players. Tables that had gathered dust, a few which were overturned and broken or rotted through, were empty save for a few white linens which hung limply over the surface. Just like the rest of the temple, vines had made their way inside and overgrown along edges of the room, and a few sconces adorned the walls but in here were not lit. However, two lanterns were lit. A green flame and a pink flame blazed brightly at the opposite end of the room, but they seemed to be trapped within an almost ethereal encasement. A transparent purple shield surrounded them in a way that would tell Tormin that he would not be able to simply reach a hand through and grab his prize.

Thewomanfinally let go of Tormin, moving back a bit to give him space. She smiled at him as she peered at the ring upon his finger. “My love, I have waited so long for you.” Her voice was soft and wispy as it seemed to echo around him with a warmth, and yet still was chilling at the same time. She reached her hands to him, “I have missed you so. Do you remember , how we used to love to dance together? I do so wish to dance with you one last time, my love, glide along in each other’s arms and be as one again. Please my love.” She said as she moved closer to him.

Nalia, on the other hand, found herself in a long room, completely enclosed with no windows in sight. Chandeliers hung overhead glowing brightly with an orange hue over the checkered floor, which had large, flat, circular pieces in a few of its squares. It looked similar to a checker board. At the opposite end of the room, much like was the case with Tormin, were two lanterns, these flames glowing red and blue, and theghostly mangiving her the same smile and emotions behind his eyes as the other ghost gave Tormin..." 413,Hotel Convergence (All are Welcome!),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/hotel-convergence-all-are-welcome.13900/,2020-12-18T19:07:00,Azzner,"Tormin himself didn't have a chance to see where Nalia was taken to, or how he had been taken to a different room. How he had arrived in that room, he also didn't know, but the cause was obvious once the ghostly woman released him and began to walk, or perhaps hover, around him. The way she moved was eerie, as if she moved too perfectly from one point to another, without a gait or bounce in her step. It made him feel with certainty that this thing was definitely dead, perhaps so long that she had forgotten. He shook his head, this was only a game, right?

The purple shield surrounding the lights, though obviously magical, was perhaps the most familiar thing to him. He knew instantly to keep his hands away from it, even though it was the perhaps one of the most important features of the room itself, and carried the lights he knew they would need to delve further into the temple. The rest of the room had items and furniture that were barely holding together, and likely had nothing of value to offer.

That left only the ghostly woman, asking for him to dance with her. ""I'm not-!"" he tried to stay, but was interrupted as he felt her cold hands slowly wrap around his, sending a chill through his body that put a stop to his words. His eyes idly looked down at the black ring on his hand, watching as the ghostly fingers of his dance partner gently touched the black metal. He had half a mind to try and pull it off of him, but he felt somehow that it likely would not let him go.

Tormin eyed the ghostly woman before him, still eerie but unable to deny the emotions behind her eyes and smile, as if she had been alone for ages longer than would be possible. ""I don't know how to..."" he paused and shook his head. If she thought he was her long lost love, then he likely needed to at least play the part. ""That is... it's been so long... I'm not sure I remember the steps."" His voice was unsure, but he hoped that it would sell his uncertainty with dancing. He'd never learned to dance while he was alive. He paused at that thought, realizing for the first time that he was acknowledging quietly that he must have been dead.

He shook off that feeling of dread. One thing at a time. He then stepped forward, his hand on hers, and his other hand at her waist. As he did so, he could hear music begin to play from an unknown source above their head. He counted silently in his mind, hoping he could figure this out easily, and then began to take his first awkward step forward along the floor.

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""My love,"" the specter of the man spoke, his voice eerie, echoing towards Nalia as if from a far away distance, though he stood right in front of her. His eyes focused on the necklace she wore and he smiled, ""You found it. I was not sure if someone had hidden it away from you, just as you were hidden from me."" His eyes scrunched up, as if tears would fall from his eyes, though none came. There was more to the fact that he was clearly a specter, as ephemeral as he appeared. Even here, the age of the specter could be seen.

At times, his shape would appear as he did when he had perished, only just become a ghost with unfinished business. But time again, often enough really, his form would shift. His skin would become more transparent, allowing his skull to show. His eyes appeared weathered and worn in, and instead of wrinkles upon his features, there were cracks, like an ancient painting slowly losing its shape.

The room that the ghost and Nalia were in seemed to be more like a place of simple worship, or perhaps a chapel, with a stain glass window barely allowing light to sift through a thick layer of dust and grime. Just beneath the stain glass window, sat an altar, with a tome left open on its surface.

""I've waited here."" He said, his voice shaking, or perhaps it was simply the way the sounds reached Nalia from his ethereal form, ""I waited for you."" He reached forward, clasping his cold, barely physical hands to Nalias, ""I don't know for how long... and I don't care. An eternity would pass, and I would wait for you still.""" 414,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-08T00:49:00,Obsidian Tome,"

This story takes place in a world of meadows and forests with rolling hills and tall stone piles left from glacial movements. The world is a nexus where beings who have fallen through the cracks between dimensions have landed. The trees bear fruit; but some have very strange effects upon the different species that eat them. For humans; the red fruit that looks like a large orange the color of deep blood but has the texture of a creamy banana and the taste of strawberry acts as an aphrodisiac and causes strange powers to rise. The more they eat the harder it is to not go back for more. Other species could find other fruits that effect them poorly; or wonderfully.

The world has beasts from many dangerous lands that have found their way into the nexus. Some will try to kill those who come across them. Some might be tamable. One character per person please in a realm where there are no laws but the ones the people make for themselves.

The Fruit

The blue fruit causes people to become mellow and is very nutritious. Think of weed. They get slow minded and tend to stop thinking things are important. The fruit is very healthy to eat but it also is quite tart. This fruit smells like cherries strangely enough and if a werewolf or other --thrope shifter eats it their bodies start to change into a more sleek and graceful form, but often becomes stuck without great willpower in their half-form

The green fruit that resembles bananas with black stipes will cause humans to grow more physically fit. This might change their appearance; but it might just make their muscles denser, etc. It tastes like white chocolate but actually causes nausea and if you eat too much you can get sick. This fruit smells like bananas, much like it appears. *For reptilian sentient creatures it tends to cause psychic abilities to manifest

The red fruit is the one with the greatest effect on humans. It causes something inside them to unlock, a sort of evolution if you will. Unfortunately the side effects also cause intense physical arousal, aggressive behavior and impaired judgement. It is also addictive for humans. This fruit can be eaten by non-humans but those with animal traits tend to grow more feral and primitive in thought and instinct

The yellow fruit looks like a strange parsnip or carrot. Fat and with a fiber like bark the inside is soft and tangy. A slight lemon pepper scent and taste the fruit increases the strength of Fae but is highly addicting. Humans grow quite ill after ingesting it.

The orange fruit looks like a fat leaf'd artichoke only each leaf is tender and easily bitten. The smell is strangely garlic like but the taste is extremely minty. The fruit causes divine creatures like Angels and Goddesses to grow scatter brained and easily distracted. This fruit will make humans quite sick.

Purple fruit will heal minor to moderate injuries but puts someone to sleep for at least twenty-four hours while they heal. It is also sour as hell. Demonic creatures that eat it grow in power but find themselves becoming consumed with their own personal essences, hungry for personal satisfaction.

Hired for a cosplay of a character she'd never heard of she was stuck in a place she didn't understand. Scared, confused and angry. One minute she had been standing there painted in glow in the dark ink and wearing a League of Legends costume the next she landed face first down on a large grassy hill surrounded by tall trees. The only thing she thought she had going for her was the curved sickle like blade the director had given her for the shoot. She had thought it was plastic but checking it now it was made of some kind of bronze metal. The other weapon, a punch knife had fallen when she got... sucked into a swirling ball of light when they turned on the black lights?

She didn't understand what happened. But she stood and tried to brush the grass off of herself as she stretched and turned in a circle. She could hear a faint growling sound but nothing that seemed familiar.""Where am I?"" " 415,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-09T01:01:00,Chartreux,"

Marcus was a twenty-five year old, slender, one hundred fifty pound sword and sorcery role playing game nerd, and a history nerd too. His latest nerd passion was watching a television competition where modern blacksmiths competed in forging knives and historic weapons. One episode of his show actually had one of the blacksmith finalists living not to far away. Marcus had to go see him.

Once at the Forge, Marcus was in awe. The smith had a few blades that he kept for display and quick sale, but the man explained that most of his work revolved around filling custom orders. The prices were steep. The smith also said that he had a few items that had been paid for, or a down payment had been made, but that the customers had never returned for their purchases.

Marcus looked at the abandoned items and his eyes were drawn to a trident of aluminum-bronze, witH a five foot long shaft of ash wood. Marcus had to have it and the smith let it go for three hundred dollars.

He was proudly walking to his car when from out of nowhere something hit, stunned and enveloped him.

Marcus regained his wits, laying face down, tasting grass in his mouth, ptwah. He still had his trident. It was dark and the scenery wasn't at all familiar. He didn't feel hung over, so what the fuck had happened? Then he stood up and saw there was someone else just over the top of the hill. While he wasn't trying to be stealthy, he didn't make much sound as he walked closer. Whoever it was hadn't realized he was there yet and Marcus was shocked to realize that it was a young lady dressed as... 'Akali'?

""Ummm, hi,"" said Marcus and then he asked, ""Where are we?""" 416,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-09T03:28:00,Obsidian Tome,"She whipped in a circle and raised the... scythe, sickle thing... that she had in her hand. Her eyes wide in a near panic and she completely forgot about the bandanna over her mouth. ""Wha... where the hell did you come from? How do I... I mean I don't know. I got sucked into this light colored swirly thing from a photo shoot.""

She shrugged and reached up to pull down the bandanna so she could breath a little easier and scratched her head. She looked up and then around again because she was worried she might have to do something violent and she didn't want too. She sucked at violent. Best she knew how to do was slam someone in the face with a tennis racket when they got uppity on her at the court. Though; that had tended to work. At least the first few times.

She got herself together a bit and straightened up with a cough. Looking at him. He looked, harmless? She was only five foot seven but she thought she might be able to snap the guy over her knee if she tried hard enough. He didn't exactly scream robust athlete. Though he had a pitchfork. That was weird.""Why do you have a pitchfork?... Oh, and I'm Jenny.""" 417,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-09T04:17:00,Chartreux,"Marcus was confused, ""Pitchfork?... Oh, this,"" he answered. ""Yeah, it does look like that. It's a trident, I just bought it.... Uhm, Hi, Jenny. I'm Marcus.""

God, this girl is pretty, he thought. But she's got a scythe and if she knows how to use it, I'm fucked. Okay, we both speak English. I'm going to imagine that we're both from Earth, maybe even both from the United States. I'll put the trident on the ground and maybe she'll put the scythe down?

Trying to look non-threatening, which would be natural for him without a weapon, Marcus bent at the knees, keeping his eyes on Jenny and set the trident down on the ground. Then, standing up, he said, ""I hope I didn't scare you with it. It's just I wish sometimes I could be a warrior.., a hero, so I bought it.""

Say something nice, he thought, tell here she looks nice. ""I like your costume, Jenny,"" Marcus said. ""So, you told me you were at a photo shoot, then you're a model, yes? I bet you do a lot of photo shoots."" Then he became quiet, trying not to be such an obvious fan boy. God she was pretty. Marcus looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet a little. ""I don't know how I got here, either. I got hit by something that was like 'hard air' that pulled me in and left me here.""

Then Marcus heard an animal sound. ""You heard that?"" Marcus asked rhetorically. ""Umm, I'm going to pick my trident back up."" Again, he slowly bent at the knees, grabbed it and stood again." 418,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-09T06:08:00,EverFaithful,"

Cassandra woke up in a bed of tall grass at the slope of a hill with stars filling her vision. Once she got her bearings straight, her head whipped around to see trees on the hill stretching to the sky with its branches covering the clouds. Brushing the loose grass out of her hair, she steadily got off her butt to scan her surroundings. Wherever she was, it wasn't the target range that she was practicing her marksmanship in despite the similar flora growing in the dirt. ""What is this place?"" Cassandra asked herself while her hands instinctively fixed her tanktop. She patted her booty shorts to feel the ammo belt, Bowie Knife, and the M1911 Colt in her holster. A sudden roar seemed to answer her question. With her Hazel eyes turning wide in surprise, an albino lion bared its fangs at her as it was slowly stalking her from the base of the hill.

Scanning the ground in a futile attempt to find a weapon, Cassandra's eyes found her dropped model TR-1 AR 15 rifle lying on the dirt. Thank God for a full magazine already loaded in. Not wanting to agitate the beast any further, the blonde brunette steadily lowered herself to the ground to grab her rifle before she slowly retreated with her back facing the crest of the hill. All the while, she couldn't tell if she was sweating from fear, stress, or the intense gaze from the Sun. In another world, she would have admired the beauty of the white coat of the Albino Lion if the beast was in a zoo or seen from afar in a documentary. But in this world, the AR 15 was staring down the open mouth of what can be inferred to be a very hungry lion. With a finger on the trigger, Cassandra prepared herself for what she had to do if the animal attacked before she reached the hilltop.

" 419,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-10T14:05:00,Obsidian Tome,"

A squawk and a screech and a number of huge leathery sounds as massive wings snapped the air broke up the conversation. A cloud of birds flying across the sky distracted Jenny. Only they weren't birds. They were .... what the hell were they?

Huge creatures with forty foot wingspans and bodies nearly nine feet long sailed in a flock of fifty as they swung over the open land and their wings produced a drumming sound. One of the beasts dove and sunk clawed feet into the spine of the lion. The great albino creature roared its rage and pain as a sharp beak stabbed down into its face and ripped out its eye and swallowed. The bird struggled for a moment but rose back into the air with a scream of victory. Only to have two other birds snatch at its catch and attempt to rip it away. The animals struggling in a confused flying ball as they sought to stay in the air and tear apart the food.

Jenny screamed. Not even a coherent warning or a plan. She simply screamed and shock and terror and began running. She passed Marcus and grasped for his hand. Not even considering it she just wanted someone with a pointy thing to protect her and it didn't occur to her that she had a bronze weapon in her free hand. She just fled and did her best to yank the skinny man with her as she fled... and as the huge pteranodons spun in the air Jenny reacted by running in the direction of Cassandra with no awareness the armed woman was there." 420,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-10T17:33:00,Chartreux,"'What The Fuck?!?!' thought Marcus, 'Pteranadons?!?!' What was this place? Cretaceous World? He saw one of the great leathery birds fly behind the top of the hill and then rise with something that looked like a white lion in it's talons. It must have caught the avian's attention because it's white fur stood out against the green color of the grass. The big cat roared in pain but was soon silent as three of the prehistoric creatures fought for it's meat.

As he gawked in shock, Jenny screamed, grabbed him by the hand and started running. He mannaged to hang onto his trident and keep up with her. They should be headed toward the cover of the trees, but he wasn't sure exactly what the shortest route was, he hadn't had a chance to scope things out.

They reached the crest of the little hill and saw a woman in short-shorts and halter, with 'dirty' blonde hair and an assault rifle. 'Please don't shoot us, please don't shoot us, please don't shoot us,' he thought, breathing hard. Then Marcus saw the tree line. In a loud wheeze, he managed to shout, ""Head for the trees!"" maybe to Jenny, or both girls. The woods could just as dangerous, but he knew that things like the pterandons would definitely find them there in the open meadow.

Compared to Marcus, Jenny was strong! If they weren't in so much danger right then, he'd laugh at the thought of telling his friends that Akali was holding his hand and running with him in tow." 421,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-10T18:11:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra was absolutely shocked to see a giant winged Saurus descend from the sky to feast on the albino lion. Her eyes grew wide as dinner plates when the rest of its pack came down to pick up the beast and proceeded to devour it midflight. She nearly collapsed on her rear again as she couldn't tear her gaze from the flying ball of blood and death as the poor lion was ripped apart by the beaks of prehistoric avians.

The shout of a human and a scream broke the trance as her eyes refocused on the ground to see two people running for the hill she was on. They looked like a librarian and a pop idol brandishing sharpened farm tools. It was clear they were just as spooked by the flying killing machines as she was and Cassandra wasted no time to follow the man's cry to head for the trees.

Not wanting to look behind to see the carcass of the lion, Cassandra ran like Hell. She sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her reaching for the closest tree to hide behind. ""Stay Close!"" the brunette pleaded to the pair once she got to a tree for cover." 422,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-10T20:42:00,Obsidian Tome,"Woman with a gun... flying monsters. Okay, hang on to the nerd with the stabbing fork and follow the woman with the gun into the trees. She could definitely do this. She even stopped screaming. Though she was gasping a bit because wind sprints were not actually part of her job description when her regular routine involved working out enough in the gym to stay trim and standing for hours in weird poses before a camera.

The shrieking lizard-bat things were swarming overhead but they didn't dive into the trees. In Jenny's mind that meant just maybe they were safe. She slumped against a tree and put her hands on her knees as she bent over and gasped for breath in deep panting shudders of her torso.

""What, the fuck, are those?"" She managed to get out as she felt like she was going to fall over. She could feel the world spinning around her and she wasn't sure what was going on still. She had thought maybe someone roofied her and dumped her somewhere in the midwest or something. But she was pretty damned sure Nebraska didn't have giant flying... dinosaurs? Or white lions. Might have hot girls with machine guns.

She looked over at Marcus to see if he had survived the run, not really grasping she had dragged him like a kite. Then she looked to figure out where Cassandra was. Not knowing her name... she winged her introduction.""Gun Babe... Uh, Mark? You guys dead or alive or... you're not werewolves right?""

She should have felt stupid to ask; but really it seemed like that kind of day." 423,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-11T00:04:00,Chartreux,"When they got to the tree line, Jenny released Marcus's hand and he managed to stumble, but not fall. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He didn't normally use or need an inhaler, but maybe it would have helped? He panted, ""Huh... huh... huh..."" He reached a nearby tree, not far from the girls and sat on his butt beneath it. His back was against its trunk, facing the meadow. He raised his trident up in a forty-five degree angle and and braced it against one of the tree's exposed roots, all the while scanning upwards and prepared to defend himself.

Marcus heard Jenny's question and wheezed an answer, ""Not dead, huh... Alive, huh.... "" Was he a werewolf? Did coming to this world change him? In the old movies he watched with his granddad, years ago, the werewolf character didn't always remember being a werewolf. Then he said, ""Werewolf? I don't think so....""

Still recovering, he watched the flight of dinosaurs fly away in the direction that they'd been heading. Good. Keep going. The prehistoric animals didn't seem to be being chased by other predators, since three of them took the time to prey on a target of opportunity. Also good. He wasn't alone.... Good, outstanding, even. He'd heard that bad things happen in threes then it stood to reason that good things could happen in threes, too, maybe?

His heart was pounding in his chest. Marcus looked at the girls and his reptile brain went into overdrive. He was alone with two beautiful women. He'd read stories of men and women getting horny after surviving a potentially fatal event, but he didn't really believe them. Now he was trying to hide and calm his rising trouser-snake. His higher brain managed to get control and he didn't think that the girls had noticed. The trouser-snake laid down.

Marcus called over to the babe with the gun, ""Hi! I'm Marcus!"" After a breath, he continued, ""This girl is 'Jenny!'"", and he gave a head jerk in Jenny's direction. ""What's your name?""" 424,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-11T02:24:00,EverFaithful,"""As far as I'm concerned,"" Cassandra shouted between gulps of fresh air as she looked between Marcus and Jenny, ""I'm no werewolf, just a normal girl from the Midwest."" Once four-eyes here hastily introduced himself and the girl in purple, it was her turn to greet them. Thank goodness they all speak the same language. Survival here would've been even more tenuous if there was a language barrier.

""I'm Cassandra,"" the brunette replied after calming down her nerves. ""I think...those flying monsters were Saurus...of some sort...Given that they're supposed to be extinct a hundred million years ago, I think we're in a completely different world."" Cassandra didn't like what she was saying but with the evidence of a new world she had been transported into flying overhead tearing apart the lion, it was safe to say they were not in America anymore. Speaking of which...

""Wait, are you two from America, right?"" she inquired as her eyes studied Jenny and Marcus from behind her aviator glasses while the sweat on her chin dripped down into her cleavage. ""Which state?""" 425,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-11T02:44:00,Obsidian Tome,"""Province; I'm from Toronto.""

She took off her hat. Then she pulled off the purple wig she had been wearing and shook her hair out. Revealing long blonde locks that were her natural coloring as she got her hair comfortable. She couldn't do anything about the slender shirt she was wearing and the jacket or the strange pants.. but she could at least be less itchy without the wig.

She tried to button her jacket and then realized the nylon thing had no buttons or zipper. She let out a soft sigh and curse under her breath. ""Anyway, yeah. Jenny Jacobs. There's no such thing as other worlds right? That's just weird science books and stuff."" She grimaced because she was feeling very confused and outside of her element as she looked around. She finally straightened up slowly and stretched her back. Tilting her head back and looking up.

The tree above had some kind of blue... oranges? They had shiny skin but they looked almost exactly like oranges.""Do you think those are safe to eat? I'm feeling thirty or hungry or.. just stressed. I don't know."" The tree over to the side had something that looked like clusters of bananas that were a neon green with some kind of black stripes running down the edges. The other trees though had large red fruit that looked more like footballs and smelled kind of like cinnamon.

Her rumination of the fruit was slowed when she heard a series of large thumps and trees shaking hard." 426,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-11T07:01:00,Chartreux,"""Arizona, Flagstaff,"" answered Marcus to Cassandra. He briefly wondered what she thought of the Greek prophetess with that name, but let the thought slip away. He told himself to concentrate on the important 'here and now'. Cassandra must have something of a brain, or at least seen some of the Cretaceous World movies, to recognize that the Pteranadons as dinosaurs. She wasn't just a pretty face packing firepower.

Jenny, on the other hand, didn't seem as educated or mentally well rounded. She'd experienced something incredible, but she closed her mind to the possibility of the incredible. Laugh out loud, '...no such things as other worlds...'. Then Jenny took off her Akali wig to reveal a beautiful head full of soft looking blonde hair. Jenny went on to tell them that her last name was 'Jacobs'. 'Fuck' he thought. Jenny Jacobs, Marcus Meridith, Cassandra... whatever if it started with a ""C"" or even a ""K"", they could all be comic book characters with all of those double initials. All at the mercy of some sadistic writer.... like in ""Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern are Dead""

Then Jenny asked about the safety of eating the native fruit, here. Marcus thought for a second. He hadn't been starving but some fruit sounded good to him. He answered her, ""It's not a foolproof indicator but if there's signs that something else eats that kind of fruit, then it could be alright. I'd start with the tiniest taste, instead of taking a big bite.""

Just then, Marcus heard, and saw that Jenny had heard, some loud and regular 'thumping' sounds, like big footsteps...? His jaw dropped as he thought, 'Please let it be a plant-eater!'" 427,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-11T15:15:00,EverFaithful,"""I'm from the outskirts of Pierre, Dakota,"" Cassandra remarked as she gripped her rifle close to her chest. ""And you better start believing in other worlds, Jenny. We might just be in one!""Nice hair.the brunette thought privately when she saw the cosplayer remove her wig to reveal her gorgeous locks.

But when Jenny brought to notice the fruits hanging off of the tree, Cassandra's tummy did cartwheels. Their appearance was so bizarre and the scent the fruits gave off was exotic yet vaguely familiar. They look like they could be eaten but doubt was clawing at her mind to exercise caution.

""Marcus, wait!"" she called out after him, ""Don't be a guinea pig! We should wait until we see an animal eat one first."" On cue, the forest was shaking from heavy footsteps seemingly marching towards the trio's direction. Cassandra quickly brought her rifle up and aim down her sights in anticipation of another violent encounter in this biome." 428,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-11T15:21:00,Obsidian Tome,"

What emerged from the trees was... bizarre. It was also huge. Some kind of Elephant that had had its trunk run over by a steam roller or something. Jenny bit back a noise as she picked up the scythe like thing and looked around. Squirming herself back around a tree. She didn't want to get into that things line of sight at all if she could avoid it.

She was breathing heavily but, despite the tusks it didn't do anything. It lipped things off the ground and swallowed with heavy crunching chewing sounds. Then it blew a huge blast of snot out of its nostrils and reached up to bite several heavy branches off the mixed tree mesh overhead. Fruit rained down like water and hit the ground. Bursting sometimes and releasing their scents into the air. The creature munched noisily and then squatted to relieve itself before it started to wander off.

""Um... okay. Yeah, maybe we're in another world. Because that couldn't have been a real thing"" " 429,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-12T04:18:00,Chartreux,"'Well,' thought Marcus, 'what fucked an elephant to make that creature?' From a standpoint of 'survival of the fittest', he understood why the pterosaurs wouldn't want anything to do with it. What else could he observe? It was a mammal. Humans were mammals. It ate the fruit, so they could probably eat the fruit, too.

To Marcus, Jenny's understanding of what reality was seemed off. She was clearly in denial, even with the evidence of her own eyes. He answered her with, ""Whether the thing is real or not doesn't depend on what world we're on. I think a better form of denial would be that you were slipped some L.S.D. at your photo shoot and this is all a dream. But I don't think so.""

Marcus arose from his hiding position, steering clear of the creature's spoor, to inspect the fallen strange fruits. The ones that had burst on impact with the ground were likely overripe, but there were some interesting scents mingling in the air.

He walked over to where one of the purple fruit lay on the ground. This particular one had not burst on impact with the ground, but Marcus noticed that it had flattened a bit when compared to the still hanging fruit and also detected a small crack in the rind. He picked it up and managed to pry it open further at the crack. The inner scent of the fruit was faint to him and he could think of nothing else that he could compare it with.

Marcus stuck a finger into the pulp and moistened it with the fruit's juice. ""Here goes nothing,"" he said to Jenny and Cassandra as he stuck his finger into his mouth.... His mouth immediatly convulsed into a pucker as he tried spit out the fruit's flavor. ""Oh!"" he said, trying to produce enough spit to cleanse his palette, ""Freakin' unbelieveably sour!"" Ptui! Ptui!

Marcus waited a minute or so, hoping for the sour taste to fade away in his mouth, while pondering which other of the fruits to to taste when a wave of sleepiness threatened to cause him to black out. Marcus tried to fight it, but he needed to sit down. It was only a little 'juice-lick'....

( O.O.C., A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 )" 430,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-12T15:29:00,EverFaithful,"The sight of seeing the elephant was fantastical if you can call it an elephant. Maybe it's the elephant's long lost prehistoric ancestor that Cassandra has never bothered to learn about. The creature looks like God grabbed the elephant's trunk and stretched it out. Regardless, if it's anything similar to an elephant, then there's a good chance it's a herbivore and will leave humans alone.

Cassandra simply sighs when Jenny was finally accepting the new reality they were in. Meanwhile, Marcus had taken her advice on waiting for an animal to try out the fruits. That elephant thing proves that the fruit was safe enough for an animal to eat so Marcus had taken the initiative to taste test the purple fruit.

The brunette caught hold of Marcus to set him down gently when he recoiled from the sourness of the purple fruit he tasted. He was fighting to stay awake and for a brief second, Cassandra thought he had picked a fruit containing poison. ""You alright, Marcus? What did that fruit do to you?""" 431,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-12T17:03:00,Chartreux,"The touch of Cassandra's helping hand, the sight of her exposed flesh so close to him, gave Marcus an incentive to fight harder against the sleepiness that had assaulted him. The nerd in him silenty noted, 'endorphins and adrenaline.... This is nice.' Then, outwardly he said, ""I think I'll be okay. It was a good thing I only licked my finger, though."" He paused and then continued, ""If one of us gets really hurt and is in a lot of pain, a little of this fruit could probably put them to sleep.""

The desire for sleep went away. Marcus shook his head a couple of times and was soon feeling okay. He grabbed his trident and used it to help him stand.

It was a strange tree, surprising himself that he hadn't noticed before, growing fruits of different shapes. How did it do that? The fact that there were different fruits on it probably helped attract different animals to carry it's seeds away. The elephant thing hadn't fallen asleep, so maybe it had developed an immunity to the sleepiness side effect? Each fruit might taste differently and might not induce sleepiness.

Marcus wasn't in a hurry to test that theory yet. But he knew that he would grow hungry in an hour or two. Then he would have to try another fruit...." 432,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-12T17:50:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny had watched Marcus start to fall and she honestly hadn't paid a great deal of attention to what hesaidbut she did smell something that seemed really familiar. She looked around and felt her breath coming in through her nostrils as it carried a very familiar flavor to her nose. She bent down and found a round fruit that looked like an orange, just... weird. For one thing it was blue and that didn't seem right. It was also split despite having a rind and the smell of cherries was coming out of it.

""So, purple made you sleepy and tasted sour? Well, this blue one tastes smells like cherries."" She didn't really know if that meant anything but it was leaking juice from the split skin onto her hand and she licked it off. It tasted...not bad...not bad reallyShe let out a sigh and felt herself relax.""This one tastes okay. I don't feel sleepy or anything.""

She used her thumbs and split the fruit further until it was in two halves and offered one to each Cassandra and Marcus. She felt a little less anxious about this world for the first time. Finding something that didn't seem to be scaring the hell out of her or impossibly alien was going a long way towards making her more comfortable.""Do you guys want to try this?"" If they were going to refuse she'd probably eat the half they didn't want. She had seen a couple more of the blue fruit lying on the ground where the elephant thing had knocked them down." 433,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-13T17:00:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra, being wary of the fruit of the alien world, was hesitant on accepting Jenny's offer. But if the elephant-like animal had a diet on these fruits, then surely it is safe for humans to eat it? ""I guess I'll try a piece."" the brunette said casually as she plucked the halve of the blue fruit from Jenny's hand. Upon tasting, Jenny was right; it did taste like cherries except the flavor was coming out of a blue orange. The sweetness of the fruit seems to have lifted the stress off of her shoulders. It was almost...relaxing. ""Not bad,"" Cassandra remarked offhandedly, ""We can almost just set up camp here.""" 434,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-13T20:00:00,Obsidian Tome,"The tart cherry flavor was a bit bracing but it wasn't actually that bad. Jenny felt relaxed and she settled down next to Marcus and made sure he had the half of the blue fruit in his palms as she leaned against him. He seemed to be woozy so she thought he might feel comfortable and she just kind of wanted to snuggle a bit. She let out another relaxed sigh and her hand patted around the thin undergrowth beneath the tree to see if she could find another fruit.

She came up with a red fruit that looked like a kind of shiny football or eggplant? It was heavy. About two pounds and she could have seen someone using it for a nerf game. She sniffed it carefully and blinked.""This thing smells like those red hot candies.... the cinnamon ones."" She wasn't sure if she should eat it or not. She hadn't actually eaten much of the blue one; but she was feeling relaxed. She rested her head on Marcus shoulder and set the fruit in her lap. Letting her fingers travel along his thigh as she looked at Cassandra. ""Um, not really a wilderness girl.. and these trees are awesome, big and full of fruit and all... but shouldn't we find a place with water? My friends always played those games where you had to build a base and they kept going on about water being important.""

She was running her fingers along the shiny red fruit and noticed a slight seam along the top. She dug her nail in and peeled the glossy rind back. The fruit inside was sort of creamy looking, like the texture of a banana. But it was a dark red and she couldn't tell if it had seeds. The cinnamon smell got stronger." 435,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-14T23:00:00,Chartreux,"Marcus felt like he was overcoming the effect of the brief taste of the purple fruit's juice and breathed a sigh of relief. Jenny sat down beside him. She'd just eaten some of the blue fruit and she was acting very relaxed. If this was an effect of that fruit, then, like the purple fruit, a little seemed to go a long way.

A feeling like endorphic electricity shot through him as Jenny sat down next to him and began to snuggle. He looked at Cassandra and she also seemed a little less tense. That Jenny was something of a survivalist surprised him. He figured she was being quite practical, thinking about such things as water. If he had to be trapped on an alien world, at least he was in good company. Plus, the 'scenery' was pretty.... Uh oh.

Jenny's snuggling was having a very natural effect on Marcus. Her fingers were lightly tracing on his thigh. I mean, yes, he wanted her in that man-woman way, but there was another girl here and it would ruin everything, not to mention his chances of survival, it they thought he was the pervy fanboy that he really was. Despite his panic, his dick was getting really really hard....

With that, Marcus held the blue fruit that Jenny had offered him and Cassandra. Eating eating it might mellow him, like it had seemed to do for the girls. Grabbing the blue fruit, Marcus took a little taste and finding it nice he then took some healthy bites.

It seemed to do the trick. He was calming down, but if jenny decided to keep snuggling, he wasn't sure if the blue fruit would be enough.... Well, hell, why did he care?" 436,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-15T18:52:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra leaned against a tree for support. Her rifle lazily handing off of her bare shoulder blade. ""You're probably right, Jenny."" the brunette yawned, ""We probably should have tracked down that elephant thing back to a lake or pond it uses as a watering hole."" She can feel herself growing more relaxed than she ever had before in her life. ""Then probably have to find some shelter first. Maybe a cave if we're feeling adventurous."" she laughed at her own remark before turning to look at Jenny and Marcus being together acting like a married couple. Patting her belt haphazardly, Cassandra felt the handle of her bowie knife which quickly reminded that they can also carve out branches to build a hut. However, even though she has ammunition on her, there's a good chance that it will run out before they go home. Cassandra wanted to voice her plans aloud but the fruit that she ate was making it difficult to think too critically. She just ended up sitting down at the base of her tree basking in the shade as she looked at her two travel companions." 437,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-15T19:05:00,Obsidian Tome,"Careful pressure applied to the creamy inside of the red fruit revealed that it split open much like an orange. Natural wedges parting as she pushed up on the polished rind from the underside. But the creamy flesh of the fruit held together surprisingly well and had a soft texture that was not overly slimy. The smell of cinnamon spice was sharp in the air and as she opened it up she found a round egg shaped pit inside like an avocado. It was the oddest fruit she had ever encountered. The eight wedges were each the size of a small banana and seemed strong enough to handle like slices once she popped them free of the rind.

Holding up a slice she looked at it and sniffed it.""Well, water runs down hill right? So if we wander down hill long enough we should find ourselves water. The trees and grass are much too lush around here for it to be hard to find.""She was distracted by the candy scented fruit she was holding. The other slices laying inside the somewhat bowl shaped rind on her lap as she sniffed it again. ""It really does smell just like a candy."" She tentatively opened her mouth and took a soft bite. Chewing slowly as she got used to the odd creamy texture. ""It's like a smooth cheese in texture. And very sweet with just a hint of heat. It tastes lovely.""

She felt a heat blossom in her stomach but the effect of this fruit was slower, harder to notice. While her nipples puckered under her tight top she didn't notice as she finished an eight of the large fruit with a softmmmmof pleasure. She offered a slice to Marcus and Cassandra to be polite but part of her wanted to enjoy all of this for herself. It wasn't like there weren't more of them.""The blue was tart but cherry like... Marcus said the purple was very sour and made him sleepy. But I don't feel anything strange at all eating this."" " 438,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-15T23:09:00,Obsidian Tome,"A flash of light swirled around them and a glowing haze rose from the earth. A swirling pattern of light and shimmering burst from the gasp and with a sucking flash Marcus was yanked down into the ground and vanished. The land returning to normal almost too fast to see or comprehend. The young man was gone and whatever power had taken himRemoved the memory of his presence from Cassandra and Jenny; leaving them unaware that he had been there at allJenny sat there holding out a piece of the red fruit to Cassandra with a slightly puzzled look that faded.""Yes, as I was saying... this red fruit is very enjoyable."" " 439,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-16T16:32:00,EverFaithful,"""You're probably right,"" Cassandra mumbles as she scootched her way over to Jenny. Upon closer inspection, she didn't realize how gorgeous Jenny looked either because of the blue fruit or her beautiful hair. Or maybe it was her smooth skin and piercing eyes that was hypnotizing when looked upon. ""Too bad I don't have any canteens or water bottles on me. We're gonna have to find a way to store water.""

She shook her head in silent defeat yet accepted Jenny's piece of the red fruit. The cosplayer was exaggerating when the red fruit smelled of cinnamon and had the texture of cheese. Cassandra couldn't believe those two aspects can be found in one fruit yet here she was nibbling at the piece. The taste was refreshing, perhaps rejuvenating, but the brunette felt butterflies in the stomach erupting in joy.

Without noticing, Cassandra found herself closer to Jenny than before with her arm extending to wrap around the cosplayer's shoulder. All the while, her other hand was tapping her rifle idly. ""Not a bad taste. We could survive on this while we hunt for some game.""" 440,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-16T19:58:00,Obsidian Tome,"She felt a sharp tingle between her thighs when Cassandra leaned against her and she had to shift her legs rubbing against each other for a moment. Distracted by watching Cassandra eating and the way her lips moved. She moistened her own lips with her tongue and then let out a dainty cough. Her nipples were sharp peaks beneath her thin t-shirt and she raised another slice of the red fruit to her mouth and chewed slowly to get herself under control. She knew they had to focus on survival at some point.

She felt odd. She wasn't aware that her skin was taking on a faint bronze shine; like a perfect tan without blemish or scar. Her golden hair shiny and lush and her muscles gaining a hint of definition under her soft skin. It was a small and subtle change but she felt like she had more energy. Health and stamina flushing through her blood as she felt a warm heat pooling between her thighs.""Yeah, I'm all for eating this... and I think if we peel them carefully we can use them as a kind of water skin? The rind seems pretty tough except for the seams."" " 441,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-16T21:34:00,EverFaithful,"""That does sound like a good idea."" Cassandra pondered on that proposition. ""The only problem we have is that I don't think either of us knows how to make water skins."" Shifting her head upon hearing Jenny's small cough, the brunette lifted up her aviators for the first time. The hazel irises that were hidden by the sunglasses revealed themselves to the cosplayer. Whether it's from the fruit or the sheer beauty of Jenny, Cassandra can't help but admire the attractiveness of her companion. Cassandra's hand rested on Jenny's shoulder before it moved up to play with her blonde hair and feel its cool texture. The brunette's cheeks blush when she looked down to see her partner's erected nipples poking at her purple shirt. The pale pink cheeks turned crimson when Cassandra felt up her own chest and noticed how her own nipples were stiff as well. ""You think we can make it back home?"" she asked offhandedly as she rested her head on the blondie's shoulder. " 442,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-16T23:37:00,Obsidian Tome,Jenny was starting to breath hard. Her chest rising and falling and without thinking about it she suddenly turned and pushed at Cassandra; trying to toss the larger woman onto her back and straddle her. The round bodies fashion model let out a needy sound and aimed her face right for Cassandra's as she went in for a deep and thirty kiss. Her hands shooting to strip the well armed woman of her top while she yanked her own up and over her head and tossed it and her jacket aside. She felt... so strange and on fire. Like her body was an inferno and all she could think about was Cassandra's lean tight muscles and pert breasts... and getting her hands and mouth on them. 443,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-17T15:58:00,EverFaithful,"Jenny's advances came at a surprise. It was a mild shock for Cassandra when she straddled her and plunged for a kiss. But the act made the brunette equally as aroused as both her hands shot up to grab hold of Jenny's head to intertwine her fingers in her hair. Cassandra reciprocated the kiss with similar lustful passion as her aviators and rifle fell to the side. Despite being in an unknown world, she did not care anymore as she helped Jenny get rid of her tank top before helping her strip off her cosplayer shirt and jacket. As soon as both women were free of their shirts, it was clear that neither of them was wearing a bra. Cassandra wrapped her legs around Jenny's waist while her hands returned to her head in order to push Jenny closer for another kiss. The brunette's tongue struck out to lick the blondie's lips begging for entry as Cassandra moved a hand to feel the smooth skin of her partner's back. In the heat of the moment, Cassandra didn't want to let go and held on to Jenny's hips and hair for dear life." 444,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-17T17:26:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny returned the kiss with a fierce passion and her lips and tongue sought to conquer the toned warrior woman underneath her. One hand sliding up to cup Cassandra's breast and giving it a light squeeze as she stroked her hand up from the base to pinch her nipple and twist it between her thumb and forefinger. She rolled it against her thumb as she let out a soft moan as they kissed, the sound vibrating against Cassandra's lips.

Her other hand slid down and ran over Cassandra's toned and muscular stomach. Caressing down to jerk open her shorts and slide a hand inside. Seeking the tiny little key to pleasure within the folds of her toned thighs as she went to caress it and start gathering moisture she needed to play with the other woman's body like a starving woman.""Strip"" She demanded in a sultry purr. Her voice turning darkly rich and heavy with passion. Her strange half-pant leg pants skin tight as she straddled Cassandra and rubbed herself against the girl's leg softly." 445,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-18T17:58:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra hissed out a moan during the kiss when she felt Jenny pinching her nipple. It strokes the arousal building up inside her, building up into something fierce. The brunette stiffed a bit when she felt the cosplayer's hand reach into her pants to feel her most sacred place. Jenny felt her wetness as clear as the day and the sensation seem to have given her power. When Jenny commanded Cassandra to strip, the gunslinger girl felt obligated to do so. Lifting herself off the ground, the brunette unbuckled her ammo belt to toss to the side before pulling down her booty shorts and panties. The clothing went over her legs as Cassandra wasted no time resuming the passionate make out with her partner. ""It's not fair that I have to be the only one naked."" Cassandra smiled seductively, her tough licking her lips. ""Why don't we feel good together?""" 446,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-18T22:02:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny let out a laugh and she curled her fingers inside of Cassandra's hair to try and hold the stronger woman down a little bit. She undid the clasp on her pants and shoved them down off of her, one leg already bare and the other sliding out of the soft jean-like fabric. She squirmed out of them and lowered her smooth naked lower body on either side of Cassandra's leg. Her body lowering to drape down over Cass as she looked up into her eyes with a soft smile. ""I'm going to make you cream so hard"" She purred in a sultry and aggressive manner that seemed far more assertive than she had been before. The second piece of the crimson fruit filling her belly as she used her free hand to pick up the soft slice and rub it playfully over her nipples and then Cassandra's. Then she took a bite and offered it to the muscular woman. She waited until she ate it before she lowered her hand and cupped Cass' mound and started to slide her fingers slowly up and down the outside of it, her thumb drawing circles around the woman's clit.

Her blood was warm and hammering in her veins as she felt the flush of heat from the fruit intensify. The tiny flaws in her skin smoothing out and becoming tanned and flawless. She almost looked like she had been air brushed or made on a computer. The cosmetic changes of the fruit clearing her up and making her more perfect in herself." 447,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-19T01:40:00,EverFaithful,"There were no words rolling out of Cassandra's mouth, only soft groans of lust dripping from her teeth. The brunette felt her body heating up three degrees when her eyes landed on Jenny's smooth pussy and watching it grind on her waist when the cosplayer lowered herself again. She could see the blondie's arousal drooling from those bottom lips and dripping down her porcelain smooth thighs. Cassandra instinctively raised her arms to feel Jenny's abdomen before trailing up to grab those bouncy breasts of hers in a firm grip. When Jenny offered her a second piece of the red fruit, Cassandra lifted her head up to eat it out of her hand before moving her mouth to suck on the cosplayer's fingers like a lollipop. Her tongue almost cleaning around the edges as the brunette savored the juice from the fruit and the pleasant feel of Jenny's skin.

Whether it was from the fruit or her own horny fantasy, Cassandra thought she imagined Jenny becoming more beautiful by the second. Her already fair skin was becoming clean beyond perfect. It was as if Jenny was Aphrodite herself coming down from the heavens to make passionate love with her. ""More!"" Cassandra panted as her toes curled in her shoes and her legs locking around Jenny's waist.""Don't stop! Give me more!""" 448,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-19T03:06:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny slid three fingers into Cassandra's slit and started to hook them up to find the little bundle of pleasure contained within her channel. Her fingers rubbing it with a hint of experience as her thumb ran back and forth to flick the pearl hidden within her folds and hood. The woman leaning down to bite Cassandra softly under her ear, just where her jaw met her neck and then whispered in a husky manner.""I don't go slow when I see something I want."" She said in a voice turned smokey with heat and hunger. Her legs shifted and wrapped around Cassandra's and she started rubbing herself against the other woman's knee. Letting out soft sounds of pleasure.

Her other hand remained in Cassandra's hair though and she seemed quite determined to hold the more muscular woman down beneath her despite the fact that the muscular American could probably hurl her across the grass if she chose too. Neither particularly heavy nor strong; Jenny would be easy to knock down if she was less fierce with her lips and fingers." 449,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-19T15:18:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra never had the pleasure of getting fingerfucked by a superhot cosplayer, especially as one as aggressive as Jenny is now but here, she was almost grateful that she was transported to this world. Fireworks were going off in her brain when Jenny inserted three fingers into her slit to rub her inner walls that were wet with arousal. Cassandra could hardly articulate her words anymore, only giving off great moans and cries of ecstasy. Using her hands, the brunette grabbed hold of the blondie's head again to pull Jenny in for another passionate kiss. Cassandra found her lips to be as soft as ever before as her tongue snaked out during the kiss to request entry into Jenny's mouth. Wanting to return the favor, one of Cassandra's hand let go to travel down the cosplayer's body to rub at her folds while Jenny was busying grinding in her knee." 450,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-19T20:39:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny kissed her back with a warm and hungry mouth, her tongue darting out to tickle along Cassandra's as she sucked on the tip before letting her own stroke it warmly. Her fingers ever eager as they caressed inside the woman as she whispered her thumb back and forth over her clit, her palm soft and hot as it rubbed back and forth along Cass' mound.

The bountiful young woman arched tightly into Cass' hands and let out an eager little moan at the woman touching her and her thighs widened slightly allow it to go further as she arched her hips down to press more tightly against the gun woman's fingers while she breathed in excited exhalations.

Then she finally leaned down and tightened her lips around one of Cass' nipples as she sucked hard and flicked her tongue lavishly across it eagerly." 451,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-20T15:52:00,EverFaithful,"Even though Cassandra didn't have Jenny's dexterous fingers, her movements were enough for the cosplayer to tighten around her fingers. Unfortunately, the brunette was too out of focus from her impending orgasm to fully amplify her ministrations in her partner. But when Jenny latched unto her nipple, that was it. Cassandra didn't realize she was sensitive around the nipples when she cummed on Jenny's fingers. A small spray of her release even reached Jenny's chin while her essence coated the blondie's fingers.

""You're such an amazing girl!"" Cassandra purred as she quickly pulled Jenny in for a close embrace. ""I wish I met you a long time ago.""" 452,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-20T23:30:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny let out a giggle as Cassandra bucked and sprayed but she didn't stop at all. Her fingers swept faster, sliding deeper to yank more pleasure out of her body as her fingers sought to cause the woman to quake and keep trembling. Her mouth biting softly on the nipple and pulling it with her teeth. Her mouth hungry as she panted and her other hand's thumb was rubbing along the top of Cassandra's hair as she held her head down against the grass. She rolled her hips to let Cassandra's fingers work into her in a way she enjoyed. A shiver running through her as she had to fight off the urge to laugh at being called anawesome girlwhen she just fingered a gun bunny to orgasm. ... squirting no less." 453,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-21T04:57:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra was planning on returning Jenny the favor after she recovered from her orgasm but when the cosplayer applied more force in her thrusts, the brunette couldn't compete. The fingers that were tending to Jenny's lower lips pulled out completely as Cassandra used both her hands to cling onto Jenny for dear life. Cassandra's moans grew distinctly louder and louder as Jenny's fingers worked tirelessly scrapping her inner walls with matchless efficiency. No sooner did the brunette finishing cumming and squirting did she feel another orgasm well on its way. Like a snowball rolling down a snowy hill, Cassandra came again after Jenny latched onto her erected nipple again and pulled. ""How are you so good at this?"" the gunslinger girl panted as sweat dripped down from her forehead and neck." 454,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-25T20:46:00,Obsidian Tome,"""Practice""

Jenny purred as she switched to Cassandra's other breast and started to suck hungrily on it. Her teeth pinching the woman's nipple so her tongue could whip in fierce little circles around it as the red fruit burned in her belly and made her feel like she was on fire. She was having a good time even as Cassandra was reduced to clutching her helplessly. The fact that this strong looking woman with her guns was like a sensitive kitten under her just made her a little more confident in herself and her fingers danced within Cassandra's channel as she played her body like a fiddle. Her palm softly cupping the mound as her hand rocked between Cassandra's thighs to grind against her clit while the golden cosplay model teased her and tormented her to hear more screams of pleasure and more moans." 455,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-26T16:32:00,EverFaithful,"""Practice?"" Cassandra squeaked as another orgasm rolled out of here. ""How many girls did you fuck before me?!"" Just as Jenny was playing with her breasts, the brunette's hands reached up to grab hold of the cosplayer's boobs. Giving a pinch and a squeeze of her own, The gunslinger girl hoped she can deliver the same amount of pleasure as she is receiving. But the sensation of having her pussy fingered proved to be a major distraction for Cassandra. Her tunnel was flooding with her girl cum as it sprayed onto the grass, her thighs, and Jenny's hand. The brunette gritted her own teeth when she felt Jenny's lower lips grinding on her thigh and feeling her wetness on her skin." 456,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-27T04:50:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny let out an aggressive laugh and purred her answer. Her skin radiant and her eyes fierce as she reached over and picked up one of the last remaining slices of the red fruit. She slipped it between her lips and made a show of sucking it in and out until it was slick with her saliva before she swallowed it whole without ever taking a bite.""It isn't a matter of numbers; just work ethic... and darling this is your last orgasm. You owe me and you don't seem able to multitask for some reason.""

Jenny's fingers were whirling inside of the woman with strength and skill as she sucked, licked and bit her nipples. More than willing to leave ring shaped bruises on her flesh to mark a claim on the athletic warrior woman. She kept rubbing her hips up and down Cassandra's knee but she didn't appear to have had an orgasm yet." 457,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-27T15:38:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra let out a groan when Jenny told her this would be her last orgasm. When the cosplayer was licking and sucking on that red fruit, the brunette can only look on in desire.I wish she was eating my pussy like the fruit!Cassandra cried in her thoughts as the blondie wrapped her lips around the brunette's nipples and begun to lick and suck like a newborn babe. Bitemarks can be seen forming around her breasts as Jenny alternated between Cassandra's two boobs. Unfortunately, the pleasure would not last as Jenny kept to her promise. Even though Cassandra was cumming anymore, the pause did give her a moment to reorganize herself while Jenny continues to grind on her thigh.

Challenged by Jenny's taunts, the brunette found her old strength back and with a great burst of vigor, Cassandra pulled the cosplayer down to her level before flipping them over. With Jenny being the one laying down on the grass, Cassandra got up to position her rear over Jenny's face. ""Look how wet you made me!"" the brunette cried, her folds leaking girl cum like a waterfall. Bringing herself down onto Jenny's face, Cassandra then leaned over to the blondie's lower lips in a 69 position. ""You think I owe you?"" Cassandra snarked before she dove down to eat out Jenny's pussy with great fury and multiply lust, licking her folds and biting her clit like it was the tastiest piece of candy in her life." 458,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-28T21:48:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny let out an amused laugh and she had just started to give a few rather eager licks to the wet folds covering her face when she heard a crackling in the brush and trees around them. She really didn't want to stop because she was eager to feel her body explode with bliss but she wasn't so far gone as to forget the lion, or the pterathings... or that weird elephant duck faced beast.

So she twisted and slithered out from under Cassandra with a gasp and started gathering up her clothing as fast as she could while turning to see what was around them. Her eyes wide and her ears open as she tried to spot it... or them.

The sound came from the direction the clearing they had entered was in. Jenny spotted something as her hand wrapped around the handle of the strange sickle sword her character had been holding when she modeled. She had grabbed the jacket and the pants but she didn't see her shoes or her tiny shirt. She was naked as she clutched them to her chest and saw the three shapes.

At first she thought they were strange dogs. Hump backed and front heavy with tiger stripes down their sides and tails; they were strange. But it was when she saw the horns curling from either side of their head she realized whatever the husky sized animals were; they weren't normal. Not in the slightest." 459,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-29T17:41:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra was disappointed when she couldn't taste the sweet juices of Jenny when the cosplayer wiggled out underneath her. Still clouded by her lust, the brunette didn't notice the rustling in the bushes. She pouted when she saw Jenny gather up her clothes in a hurry. It was only when Cassandra follows the blondie's gaze did she notice a group of dog-like beasts.

She couldn't tell if these were zebras copying tigers or tigers copying zebras. They even had horns of a ram and they certainly look as aggressive as one. Steadily getting up on her feet, Cassandra quickly wrapped her ammo belt around her waist, completely forgoing her underwear and pants, and grabbed her AR to point at the beasts.

""Get behind me!"" the brunette ordered as she stepped in front of Jenny with her gun raised at the ""dogs"", ""Gather our clothes if possible.""" 460,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-30T13:10:00,Obsidian Tome,"Jenny managed to grab Cassandra's shorts and then had to back up quickly when one of the dogs burst from the space between the trees the elephant thing had ruined. She let out a short shriek of surprise and swung what was in her hand without thinking about it. The bronze sickle blade slamming into the side of the animal's neck with a sickening sound and she had to resist the urge to vomit as blood sprayed across her.

She lost her jacket in the tussle but held onto her pants and Cassandra's shorts as she backed up and yanked the weapon free simply because she was too shocked to let go of it. It pulled the blade from the animal but the collapsing beast's horn slashed the side of her calf painfully and she started to trickle blood.

Three of the animals were moving towards Cassandra, switching from side to side as they wove in between each other and let out almost feline sounding growls of rage and hunger." 461,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-30T20:54:00,EverFaithful,"Cassandra cursed loudly when she hears Jenny's cry of pain. The weird dog creature had done a number on her partner's calf. As much as the brunette wanted to helo her staunch the bleeding, the pack had other ideas. Although they were strange creatures, the animals behaved just the same as the ones back on Earth. They were quick but ultimately predictable. With the pull of the trigger, Cassandra plugged lead inside the skulls and shoulders of these cat-dogs. Their body tumbling into the dirt as the brunette's training went into action. A dozen casings littered the ground by the time Cassandra turned around to finish off the beast that attacked Jenny.

""Shit, this is bad..."" the brunette grumbled as she knelt down to inspect the injury, ""We need to find a clean river quick."" She then located her tank top in order to rip apart to use as bandages. ""This may sting,"" Cassandra warned she wrapped the cloth around Jenny's calf.""But I hope we got to survive.""" 462,Into The Nexus,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/into-the-nexus.17784/,2020-08-31T04:22:00,Obsidian Tome,"""Thanks Cassandra. . . . We should go""

She was scared but she carefully held her bloody sickle sword in her hand as she flinched at the bandage being wrapped around her calf. She winced in pain but she whipped her head from side to side as she heard more noises. Snarls and yips and growls. She was scared there were more of the dogs, or whatever they were. ""Do you think they travel in big packs?""

She started limping down hill, trying to move in the direction she thought water might gather. She remembered being told that water went down hill. So she did her best and tried not to be a burden on Cassandra. Their tops were gone but she had their shorts and her pants gathered to her stomach. She had no idea where the jacket had gone but she didn't care when she saw the striped figure moving through the trees." 463,"Land of Magic~ {Open, LGBTQ+ friendly}",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/land-of-magic-open-lgbtq-friendly.27017/,2023-02-03T22:28:00,LadyDovahkiin,"[Heya~ Been a long while since I lasted RPed. So apologies if my writing gets a bit all over the place. XD If you have any questions feel free to ask. All I ask is that you don't try to control my character (Taosjun) or force him into situations.

Oh, and he is Bisexual.]

The wind danced across the clear blue sky. It was a warm day with laughter and smiles upon the faces of all those in the Grand Capital of the Kingdom Acezia. This was a realm of magic, Anicent magic. It was seperate from the Realms of Humans, Angels, and Devils. Each of those Realms could not compare in age or magic. Why? This land was where Magic itself was born. Where The God Taosjun was born and where he gifted each race their own type of magic.

It has been many millennium since that event. Now, every one hundred years those from the other Realms were allowed to step on these lands and see Taosjun for one week. This was the very first day and the Realm was overflowing with guests, all excitedly exploring and waiting with bated breathe to meet the seclusive God.

As the God of Magic, the man has three forms. Light, Dark, and his 'Normal' appearance, which is a mix of the two. These forms are normally easy for him to shift into, but the last few decades his control of what form he takes has… weakened. In fact, if he isn't randomly switching he is stuck in his Normal form.

As the God of all things Light, Taosjun snow-white hair is at a shorter length coming to the bottom of his ears and cut in a somewhat messy manner. His skin is pale and limb lithe, not a scar in sight. The white hair frame an angular face and dark emerald green eyes, flecked with white. The only thing blemishing his skin are the various tattoos; a sun on his lower back, moon on his chest, and the ancient writing tattooed all the way around his neck.
Taosjuns' counterpart, God of Darkness has long midnight black hair. Which brushes against the floor when he stands, if it isn't in a braid; he prefers the complex looking ones if he chooses to braid it at all. In this darker form, his skin is a deep brown, littered from head to tie in scars. Ranging from larger to the small ones a child could occur falling from a tree. The largest two are on his back and face; a deep word carved into his back and half his face badly burn-scarred. Aside from those, laceration marks could be seen up and down his arms, legs, and bottom of his feet. Lastly, the male's eyes are a light icy blue with black flecks.
Finally, the God's Normal form. This form is a balance between the two. From his hair being grown to the middle of his back, one-half black and the other white. To his skin being a much lighter tan, the lacerations on his arms and feet the only scars. While the tattoo around his neck is the only tattoo. Taosjun eyes in this form are sightless, left eye black and the left white. No, pupils to be seen.

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Taosjun watched as hundreds stepped through the opened portals, many looking around like children in a candy shop. He truly did enjoy seeing everyone. It could get lonely all by himeself.'It's for the best that I spend as little time in their presence. Forget not.' The God reminded himself, mental voice firm yet not without a tinge of wistfulness." 464,"Land of Magic~ {Open, LGBTQ+ friendly}",https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/land-of-magic-open-lgbtq-friendly.27017/,2023-02-05T04:55:00,Chartreux,"LadyDovahkiin

""The Ogress's Tale"" (part 1)

It was good when the very powerful owed the not-quite-so-powerful a favor. In this case, the Fae Queen of Winter acknowledged a debt to a barely mature wyldfae Ogress, named ""Morusa"". Getting the Fae Queen to owe the ogress a favor had not been planned, much. It was simply that the Queen was looking for a fugitive that had betrayed her, that Morusa had learned about the fugitive and had stumbled upon the traitor's hiding place as he slept. The prey was taken with no time to figure out what was happening to him, gagged, hooded, fingers wrapped together in strings, hands bound together and feet bound together as well.

When the fugitive was presented to her, the Queen of Winter, in an uncharacteristically unguarded moment, perhaps thinking that a simple ogress would not ask for anything beyond an ordinary ogre's desires, asked Morusa to name what she wanted and was shocked when Morusa said, ""I want to be smart, like smart enough to cast glamours and spells.""

""Being so wise as to cast glamours and spells exceeds the very nature of being an ogre,"" the Winter Queen replied. ""Yet, I did invite you to name your reward. What you have asked for is beyond any power I know of in all our realm, but a gateway to a dimension that is the source of magic is opening soon. There you might petition those that dwell in that realm to grant your wish. Will you accept passage to this place as fulfillment of my payment?""

Morusa accepted.

Some months passed.

The hour was approaching and the portal to the dimension of magic now appeared like a mirror before Morusa. She saw her reflection. Six cubits tall, thick splotchy skin and thick muscles, not readily identifiable as female, an angry looking face (even when relaxed), black ropey hair, poorly dressed. If she could become smarter and have magic then so many things might get better.

The portal in front of the ogress changed and allowed her to see what was on the other side. Morusa nodded to those that were guarding this gate and then walked through." 465,Last of the Dragons,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/last-of-the-dragons.26960/,2023-01-28T07:05:00,ScarletAquarius,"Last of the Dragons.
In a land no so very far away, is an ancient kingdom. All of the old buildings gone to dust and upgraded to taller, flashier buildings, tall enough totickle the clouds. There is a nearby forest which houses the very last of the dragons. The alpha dragon to be exact. The dragon has watched and observed from her cave as the kingdom changed with every passing hour. She feels safe in her cave until the humans send multiple scientists to ""observe"" her. She makes everyone retreat, everyone except one. This scientist is different. She is kind and understanding.
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Okay, so if you guys want to join, please PM, me with your character. This will be a love story between the dragon and the human scientist. There will be some violence and some 18+ parts, so if you're not comfortable with that, then please dont join. Other than that, please enjoy and have fun!
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Character Name: Styx
Species: Dragon
Abilities: Fire breathing, turning into a human, and speaking to someone within there mind as a dragon.
Appearance: Black, obsidian like scales, dark eyes, and deep purple hair (human), and fair skin.
------------------------------------" 466,Mythical Future,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mythical-future.26943/,2023-01-26T03:41:00,ScarletAquarius,"This is a world where you have powers and can be any mythical creature that you want. A group of these creatures will help save the world and get it back to normal.
Faye, (me), is one of the ones who saves the world. She is a fighter and refuses to trust people easily. She teaches the new recruits how to fight and how to use their powers." 467,Mythical Future,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/mythical-future.26943/,2023-01-26T07:34:00,ScarletAquarius," Faye had just woken up to the sound of crashing. Throughing on her sweater she raced out of her room to see what had happened. She could see the bright flames from her living room window. She ran outside and found two cars in a head on collision. Phone in one hand she began to tame the flames with her magic. The ambulance and firetruck arrived shortly after the call. Faye was soaked through with rain and sweat. She watched in horror as the paramedics pulled out the drivers of both cars.
""Shit, they're dead.....""
Faye realised that she couldn't do anything more, until she heard a child's cry for help coming from inside the wreckage. The firemen and paramedics thought Faye was crazy.
She pushed them aside and began using her telekinetic powers to move the car. As the car moved, a child screamed in fear and pain. Faye, getting frustrated, stopped using her powers and saw the child's arm, trying to open the door.
Faye wrenched the car door open and a small child about the age of four, fell sobbing, into her arms.
""Wheres my papa!?"" the young child wailed.
Faye cradled the child to her chest and smoothed back the child's sliver hair.

""Hush child. You're safe."" Faye crooned.
Shortly after, the child fell asleep in Fayes arms. She looked so peaceful sleeping. Poor thing had no where to go. That's when Faye decided to keep the child and raise it as her own.

*A few years later Faye is going on a trip to Italy. Aquarius begs to go on the trip with Faye, but Faye has to refuse. She can't let Aquarius get hurt. From Aquarius's hurt expression, Faye takes her along, unaware of upcoming future events.
They arrive in Italy a few short hours later and they get a taxi to the hotel.. Once the two arrive, they are greeted by a tall man, wearing darkened sun glasses*
""Yes I'm on the plane.....About two and a half hours away.....yes I'll be at the hotel when I get there.....I don't know Amos."" Faye says on the phone. She hangs up and puts her head against the head rest and sighs.
""Momma, what's wrong?"" Aquarius asks.
""Nothing, Aqua."" Faye replies.
Aqua looks at Faye with concern. She knows that something is wrong, but she doesn't want to push it, so Aqua grabs her backpack and pulls out a coloring book and some crayons. She begins coloring and happily hums to herself. Faye smiles and closes her eyes for the remainder of the trip.

""Momma, come on!"" Aqua shakes Fayes shoulder.
Faye blinks, disoriented and grabs her bag. Together they leave the plane and collect their other bags from the baggage area and head to the hotel. From there, things start getting stranger and stranger." 468,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-15T09:06:00,Villains,"

OOC || Profiles || World Info

" 469,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-15T09:06:00,Villains,"

Radius was not the first club opened in the lower sectors of the Osiris Lunar Colony, but it's certainly one of the most talked about. As notorious as it was for catering to drug cartels, it was also popular with Lunar youth culture. The club's back alley business style and cyberpunk roots shined through the dim dregs of miscreant society to provide a haven for the lesser-known pleasures found on Icarus. Nestled between partnership shops and eateries, Radius boasts a vast and secretive clientele who come for the atmosphere as well as the company of the staff. Private spaces are made available to parties in need, and the upper floors play host to countless rooms for rent, fully equipped for additional entertainment.

Like walking into the middle of an arcade game, fields of light and sounds fill Radius' core, hinting at the endless chatter and laughter of the patrons within. Tables are set up to surround the circular bar area, and the dancer's podiums find a place nestled between, where exotic creatures of the galaxy show their skills and technique in sensual unison with the music. An eclectic mix of futuristic chic and old fashioned sex appeal, the bar counter is usually the most populated area, emitting a sort of tantalizing sway over customers.

Some come to Radius for a good time while others are strictly business; this is why the club runs so smoothly. Countless galactic heavyweights frequent the club and, in such, fund the establishment well beyond its requirements. It's also regarded as a special kind of impregnable fortress. Big spenders usually appreciate their chosen venue for business remaining in one piece so they become patrons of the establishment. There are bouncers and security present at all times, with cameras scattered across the nebular decor of the ceiling and walls. unless you rented a room or business lounge, there is no such thing as 'privacy'. This isn't anything new to colonists, however. It's just a fact of life on the space settlement and Radius is no exception.

A private office above the hustle of the main floor is where the owner of Radius spends much of their time, though very few are allowed entrance into their domain within the nightclub, and even fewer have reason to want it. Rumor has it that the owner is nothing more than a myth among customers, and the club runs itself, but again - no one outside of staff truly knows the answer.

The rooms for rent are simple and, ultimately, disposable. So many of them are socketed into the upper floors that you would be hard-pressed to ever see Radius filled to capacity. Reasonably priced and geared towards simple living, a rented room consists of a bed big enough for two occupants, a kitchenette area, a small bathroom, and decent living space with pre-furbished furniture. No one can beat the price at Radius, which is likely how they acquire so many new occupants.

Rules

01. Follow BD's rules.

02. Try not to confuse OOC and IC interactions.

03. Please be respectful to your fellow players OOC.

04. Please keep OOC to a minimum in the IC thread.

05. Play what you want, but be mindful not to godmod.

06. I reserve the right to add more rules as the need may arise.

What is a walk-in?

Answer: A walk-in is a type of group roleplay that allows characters to come and go as often as their player likes, creating a rotating cast. While a standard group roleplay usually requires character sheets and approval, walk-ins offer a space for players to bring their characters without background requirements being met. In the case of Radius, the club is open to customers of all variety, set in a universal sci-fi setting with space for all manner of alien races. There is no right or wrong answer as to what you should play. As long as the character isn't created with the sole purpose of derailing the thread as a whole, there's likely room for whatever you want to play.

What is Lit. RP?

Answer: Lit, short for literate, implies a good grasp of the language the RP is hosted in. If you are able to read and write fluently, you're literate. In the case of Radius, writers are asked to have a good grasp of the English language. This doesn't, however, mean that you need to make perfect posts. It only means you're expected to make legible posts that offer something for other writers to respond to.

What are the post length requirements for Radius?

Answer: Personally, I'm not a big fan of minimum requirements. However, I understand what purpose they serve and I recognize having a standard is healthy for the whole of the project. I'm asking for at least 2 paragraphs, or 250 words, per post. I'm not going to check posts, however, so I leave this judgment to the writers themselves. Posts can be shorter than this for dialogue-based scenes and, if you want to keep a scene moving but you feel like your character doesn't have much to do in the scene itself, feel free to make a short response to allow others to continue posting.

What is a walk-out?

Answer: If your character goes inactive for a period of time, I'll pop up with a DM move called a walk-out. Essentially, I'll write a quick narrative of your character excusing themselves and leaving the scene. I'll only do this if you've been gone for a week or longer without giving heads up in the OOC thread.

A Strip Club? What about...?

Answer: Yes. This IC location is a strip club with a hotel attached. Adult scenarios are bound to happen. We encourage them, in fact, because the setting caters to sordid soap opera-y scandals of the salacious and seedy variety. However, once the scene becomes a sex scene, you put spoilers around your posts. Having the scene in the thread is great, but some users might not want to wade through a page worth of sex posts. It's easier to understand when a scene is otherwise off-limits to the public if it's behind spoilers. If you don't know the command to add spoilers to a scene, please feel free to ask.

Can I be a member of Staff IC?

Answer: Yes - but you will need to apply IC. Our OOC staff search is over for the time being.

Any further questions or concerns can be asked in the OOC thread or via PM. Thanks for reading!

" 470,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-15T09:06:00,Villains,"

Ahja’nai Apophixea - Owner
Advent Eventide - Maintenance
Rrhani ""Red"" Lerrmah - Dancer and Bar Staff
Hanis Naleo - Dancer
Paskar Paag - Bouncer
Rill Kan'tynkera - Bartender

Buy one, get one half off on all non-alcoholic drinks!
Now open: The Viper Lounge.
Coming soon: Radius' Anniversary Celebration.

" 471,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-17T01:33:00,Villains,"

There were three floors to the club, but only two were accessible to the customer base. The third floor was reserved for staff, divided into three rooms connected by the hallway housing the elevator shaft.

To the left of the elevators was a staff break area, equipped with a kitchen and lounge, normally used for lunch breaks and the occasional nap. To the right, a locker room with showers and lavatory included. Directly across from the elevators was a set of sliding doors. Within the sliding doors, a small waiting area. Beyond that, the office of one Ahja’nai Apophixea, the enigmatic owner of Radius.

The office overlooked the spread of Neon Hag, wall-length windows giving a sense of openness to an otherwise secretive club layout. A desk covered in monitors was placed near the windows but there were no chairs or additional furniture or anything else one might associate with an office. If anything, the room looked incomplete.

Ahja’nai Apophixea, for all intents and purposes, did not agree with the enigmatic title.

On the contrary, they were less complicated than most physical beings. Their thoughts were linear, focused on the task at hand, and could be tracked by a precise chain of related concepts and ideas. One thing at a time, and in constant search of a resolution to problems. This particular evening, the task was reminding staff of their annual reviews. The problem, as it often was, involved time and the timing of the employee annual reviews.

Having summoned their employees in batches, Ahja’nai had successfully delivered the same speech 14 times over the course of twelve or so hours. Now, met with the last group needing to hear the message, the Corigonian began in their usual telepathic drone to the minds of their present staff. Whatever said would be said to the individual, leaving the room itself eerily quiet during the length of the message.

<As you all know, last quarter was good for the club. It needed to be better. We’re looking at attempting a profit increase over the course of the next cycle (month), but it relies on having competent employees and meticulous reviews. This one would never ask that you compromise your beliefs, but if you need any incentive to upsell our services, this one offers a reminder.

If our profits do not increase 18%, you receive no yearly bonus.>

A pause.

<Also, Bilroa- You’re fired. Please clean out your personal belongings from your locker as well as the host station.>

What looked to be a mix of a boulder and a tree made an obscene gesture before stomping out of the office, leaving the remainder of the staff behind. Ahja’nai, with their mask still firmly in place, appeared unchanged.

@Chrystal Dark

@Deviant

@Sero

@Obscene

@pandore

" 472,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-17T03:46:00,Chrystal Dark,"

Rrhani ""Red"" Lerrmah was late, as usual. ""'Scuse please, comin' through...Vrak, tzzrt, Hnahagrr glarch! Kdreh hadz!"" She wormed her way past the large humanoid in a striped suit that would look more appropriate on one of the bodyguards that frequented Radius, cursing it in Mrinari, her native language. she made it to the grav-shaft and bounced of the far wall, slapping the button that would take her down from the grey and boring surface of Icarus to the colourful and exciting Neon Hag level.

The pocket of nothingness she was standing on vanished and she dropped like 46 kilos of meat and bone down the seemingly bottomless shaft, springing out of the opening at her level before the gravity field had fully coalesced beneath her. Dangerous, but it cut a full three seconds off her commute.I really ought to just move back into the damned club rooms...But she liked the apartment she was renting. It was more expensive but it was a lot more luxurious.

She arrived at the club's back entrance with six minutes to spare, and managed to get herself signed in with one minute to spare. Ser Apophixea did not tolerate lateness. She checked the bulletin board in the staff lounge and grimaced. It was a damn good job she wasn't late. She made her way to the office and stood with the others, ears flat. Mrinka are not telepathic, they have no ability of any sort in that direction and ""listening"" to the Boss always gave her a headache. It also made her fur stand on end like she was getting a static charge (or, as had been noted by some, like an Earth feline that was looking at a ghost). Unaware that she was even doing it, her hands were stroking her tail, smoothing the fur down unconsciously.

When Bilroa was given it's summary marching orders, her ears came back up.'Bout time. That thing always getting on my nerves. it wasn't for nothing that Red was standing as far away from the creature as possible.

And then there was the final any questions.

""Grr, Vrat."" It didn't matter what spoken language she used, the wordsNo, Bosswould be there for the telepathto read in whatever form of language they used internally.

Dismissed then, Red headed to the locker room to pull off her street boots and put on the light, soft ylalla-hide slippers she wore for dancing. Heading down to the bar, the feline skipped lightly up onto it, did a pirouette, her tail streaming out floofily behind her, before ending in what could almost be a lotus position in a large empty space between two sets of traditional beer pumps. ... Form follows function, and the hand pump was still the best way to get some types of beer from the cask in the basement up to the glass in the bar.

""Rrrr. Not too many folks in just yet,"" she spoke to the bartender just going off shift. ""Anyone I should know about?"" The human male shrugged pointed out a couple of possible folks to watch and vanished. ""Rreh. Oh well, here's to a quiet day at the office!"" She helped herself to a bottle of spring water, which would go on her tab and be deducted from her wages. toasted herself in the mirror behind the bar, and took a sip." 473,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-17T05:54:00,Braxton,"Braxton's brain was gunning at high speeds. The repairs to his ship he was told would take a week. The journey for space vigilante justice couldn't wait that long! Stress was building in the young hacker. His name was plastered on local bill boards in his quadron of the galaxy. He had to lay low for awhile. Having ties to a space group known as ""ASAT (All Species Against Tyranny) they were falsely labeled in propaganda, and news stories as terrorists when they were nothing more than a group of kids looking to set things right in the cosmos. Rustic boots clap against ground as the tall boy looks from underneath his hood at the atmosphere of the club. It was as luxurious as his friends promised. 'Just lay low for awhile, we'll fight the good without you!' they promised, but he doubted the slackers would do anything without his leadership. A neon blue ear piece illuminates his left ear. Tan olive skin being lit up as he speaks into the mircophone. ""Rix, you better not screw this shit up. It's bad enough my ship's totaled! I don't need you undoing all the work I've done..""

There's a squawk from the other end sparking static as he winces, and closes shut hazel hues. ""Nothing to worry about boss man, all set here.. you know? Just do you, and kick it for a bit. Ain't nothin' go awry between us, and the federation for awhile - we are just gonna scope out next targets, and plans of actions. It's gonna be relatively chill."" a sigh of relief is issued from Braxton, and he presses his middle, and index finger to the ear piece about to turn it off. ""Call my line if you need any help out of a jam.. Something tells me you're not going to just going to keep it chill.."" Sure enough on the other end of the call he hears the cock of a futuristic gun, and the sound of it's batteries being charged as if it were about to fire. ""They might be tracing this - I gotta go."" The distant echo of 'Everything's going to be fine Bossman!' right before gun fire is echoed into the mic is cut off by the device powering down.

""Shit's like a video game.."" he narrates as wide eyes stare around the lounge of the club. The popping colors flooded by the array of lights, and music is almost to much for your senses. It overwhelms, and catches the suitor off guard. How was he ever supposed to relax in an area that seemed hyper-active like this? He adjusts the satchel on his lap, and takes a seat at one of the few tables. The place was loud which was a good reason why it was the perfect place to lay low at. No one ever expects you to hide in a public setting like this one. He unzips, and sets out his sticker adorned black laptop. It's from another century, but seems to run just fine as he opens the screen, and is met with instant green, and blue illumination.

""Now.. to just kill some time.."" he begins to poke, and prod at keyboard starting to work his way into a nearby network in the quest for juicy secrets about the neighboring shop owners. Maybe he could find some blackmail to hold over their heads for a few spare credits. He wasn't broke, but only a fool would say no to easy money." 474,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-17T09:47:00,Sero,"Advent was the cheerful sort, well, you could argue that he was made to be that way. He absently played with the tail end of his scarf as Ahja’nai gave the usual. He listened passively, all the data was there but his focus wasn't. He didn't care so much about the reviews he received as much as the work he completed. No one could review him if they never saw him, right?? Maintaining things was like being a tech agent. Have you tried turning it on and off again? There's a problem? I'll do it after hours. Immediate fix? Sure thing, where's the overtime? The worst fixes were probably the ones in active rooms. He could count every time he walked in on something awkward. Hmmm. Was making something more awkward conductive of a bad review?

Honestly, Advent was happy to take things in stride. He wasn't sure how to help with numbers aside from making sure nothing broke. Nothing broke under his watch unlesshewas breaking it to fix it. (A horrifying display for those that felt sorry for the inner workings of any mechanism.) Regardless, he nodded along and continued nodding even after the meeting was concluded. He didn't feel at all bad for Bilroa, he was tired of finding leaves in weird places. Buh-byyye.

He did raise his hand for a question, and then promptly didn't ask since he was so damn distracted by his own scarf. He put it down. It would start to raise again when Advent considered asking if he would get in trouble for using spare parts for personal use, but he realised that he'd keep doing it even if the answer was no. ""No questions!"" Advent cheered as he bounced on the spot like an active bomb, prpbably filled with glitter and all the worst things. Questions were for the weak. Questions left you open for disappointment.

He'd probably ask a bunch later." 475,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-17T22:59:00,Chrystal Dark,"

Red watched the new customer enter, watched it stand and blink as its eyes grew accustomed to the new lighting level, and its ears to the noise level. Probably human? Most likely male? That was her assessment. She wasn't often wrong. She slipped her waitress pad into the pocket on her jeans (something Humans had got right several centuries ago) along with her pen (The ball-point pen is one of the mysteries of the universe in that it seems to have been invented instantaneously by every intelligent species in the galactic sector), then did a back-flip off the bar and schmoozed her way over to the table the young man was sitting at.

""Rrrrrrr!"" She told him, making absolutely sure he knew she was there. ""Table charge is five creds. Wifi is ten creds per hour or part, which is still cheaper than you get anywhere else. Payable up front. Or you can order one drink an hour of your choice and get the table and WiFi free...""

With that she perched herself on the table as seductively as she could, given that she didn't find him the least bit attractive - not his fault, just a peculiarity of her species. Pulled out her pen and pad and waited for him to order." 476,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-17T23:12:00,Braxton,"Braxton was deep into a nearby network. He was browsing through folders on another's personal computer paying no mind to the gymnastics of the furred creature. Adjusting his obsidian cap that hides locks of the same color underneath them. He thinks about running. Would they really chase him down over a few credits? He was going to try, and game the system here. He had to. His credits were limited after totaling the repairs of his ships into everything. Playing his budget was playing with his way out of this hell hole. If the wrong enforcer came along him, and he had no way off the planet then he was done for. ""Uhh right.."" The young adult says rubbing a hand sheepishly along the nape of his neck displaying clear nervousness like a perfect actor. Truthfully? He was annoyed, but he knew he had to feign innocence in this situation. Digging deeper into his sheep fleecing as he offers pearly whites in a nervous wreck sort of smile. ""Can I start a tab..? I'm waiting for my date, you see - I'll have whatever's on the happy hour, or whatever.. but I was going to pay for all of our drinks before we take off.""

When she was leaning against the table in manner that was unappealing to him. Did things have to get to worse? He had blackmail to finish tidying up. ""Excuse me, but doesn't settle that things well enough for now..?""" 477,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-18T02:15:00,Chrystal Dark,"

He obviously wasn't into felines, which was fine by Red. She sat up and grinned at him. Interestingly enough humans are one of the few species, intelligent or otherwise, that regard showing the teeth as a sign of pleasure. Most carnivores use it as a warning -Look, see all these sharp pointy things? Like a lot of Mrinka, Red often wondered how the human race had survived to the space-age.

But this grin was intended more to convey the fact that she wasn't fooled.

""Sure, I can start a tab for ya."" She put the pad and pen away and pulled her datapad out again. The bar's payment system was linked through the staff VPN, and she tapped in th the open Bar Tab menu. ""Name to put the tab under?"" She sniggered when he seemed to hesitate. ""Doesn't have to be your own name, shugga! It's just so we won't get you mixed up with everyone else. Just a word you'll remember. Oh and I'll need your cred chip.""" 478,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-18T06:13:00,Braxton,"How inconvenient was this? It was obvious the dancer wasn't fooled by his 'oh i'm just an innocent guy' act. Man he was hoping to save some credits.Whatever, he thought. The files he had already been searching through before he was confronted were damning enough to extort at least the price of a drink, if not more from local shop owners. He sighs, but reluctantly reaches down to the links of his obsidian colored watch. It looked dated like his laptop from a simpler time before space travel was the normal, and other races beside the humans existed. He pricks, and pries underneath one of the links that is tightly fastened to his wrist. A small green chip slightly bigger than the size of a mint pulled out. Offering it with two digits extended, and a less than playful look that read 'Are we finished here?'

""Just charge me for the cheapest dirt shit whiskey you got."" Braxton just wanted to finish his work. Not being able to lead his friends had filled him with stress, and worry. He wondered about the types of encounters they were having with law enforcement. The nightly attacks had been getting worse before he was stranded. Maybe the fur creature was getting more enticing. ""Then in about a hour, how about you come, and give me a dance? I need some time though.. writing a movie."" he says lying about his true intent as he lowers his screen some what to meet her gaze." 479,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-18T07:42:00,Obscene,"To be early was to be on time. To be on time was to be late.

As such, the bouncer was the first to show up at the final round of the employee's annual meetings. Paskar Paag wasthe muscle of Radius, and as such worked frequent and lengthy shifts. It mattered not if his boss was Sagh Karskarn, the old, vile, and corrupt former bossman of Radius who had been ousted on somewhat dubious terms, or Ahja’nai Apophixea, the enigmatic and ephemeral hardass who was his current employer.

There were few who possessed a physique as intimidating as Paskar, and of those were a rare few who garnered respect rather than fear with their personality and actions. Perhaps, even among that specific demographic fewer still desired the position of an enforcer at a seedy club in a space colony.

So his hours were long, but the overtime and job security was a nice bonus at least, which helped to keep his exorbitant food expenses manageable.

Paskar didn't sigh, despite his wish to, and he could only look over his freshly pressed tailored suit for imperfections so many times before his large black oculars blinked dimly at the mask of his boss. His kind was gifted a physiological resistance to a majority of mental effectors, and though telepathic messages could be received with difficulty, it was next to impossible for his own thoughts to be read without him willing it. The room remained silent save for his slow breathing, and Paskar was thankful that the others began to turn up for the meeting.

Ahja’nai was a stickler for numbers, that was a known quantity, so their expectations for improved profits was to be expected. The massive crimson alien nodded respectfully, though he wondered how exactly such earnings would be reached in this economy. In almost the same metaphorical breath, Bilroa, a strange sort of creature in his own right would be let go. Paskar did not know them personally and would be sad for their departure if only for the fact that Radius was now down a staffer until a new hire was made.

That is to say if one would be hired with Ahja’nai's desire for higher profits.

None of his fellow coworkers seemed keen on giving forth questions. In fact, Red darted off almost as soon as the meeting properly concluded to start her shift. Paskar shrugged and folded a set of his four arms, casually asking one query in his rumbling bass-filled voice. ""The anniversary is coming up."" It was said as a matter of fact, and what came next would be as well, save for the final choice words. ""Are we expecting a substantial turnout, a whole lot of VIPs? Are you going to be sure to give me a day off beforehand so I'm well-rested for the event?"" Paskar's flat, reptilian face gave little away to even a trained eye. That said, even when he lacked the hair to do so, there was a clear eyebrow raised in an accusatory fashion towards his boss.

@Villains" 480,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-19T16:04:00,Chrystal Dark,"

Red sighed. This guy was about as mercurial as a premale Mrinka in season. She cancelled the tab and charged him for a glass of local rot-gut, the stuff usually sold by the bottle to bums on the streets at corner liquor stores. and at a price that would have got him a bottle of the stuff at such a store.

She returned the credit chip, and rolled her eyes at him. ""Honey, if you drrinkin' that ylalla-piss, then you can't afford a private dance from me. You wanna watch the show later, stick around."" She danced her way back to the bar and poured him the requested shot, then returned to the table. Setting the glass down, she looked around the bar. No-one was in need of her attention right now. ""Movie script, huh? I always wanted ta be in a movie. So what's it about?"" Tempted to pull up a chair and sit, she resisted, because if the Boss saw, they might not understand.

Instead, Red tried to peak over the guy's shoulder at the screen. What she saw didn't look like any sort of movie script, but hey, what did she know. ""Let me guess, a femme-fatal who murders her husband and then gets blackmailed by his sister into a steamy lesbian sex scene? Aw c'mon, y' know it's not a prrroper movie 'les it's got a steamy lesbian sex scene in it!"" She grinned at him, perched on the edge of the table again." 481,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-19T23:39:00,MonsterMistress,"

Saersha’s pale turquoise eyes scanned the streets of the urban landscape. It was so unlike her home planet, sprawling with natural life growing from the ground with abandon. And yet, the city still felt familiar, as the signs glowed brightly in the night sky with a similarity to the bioluminescence that shone brilliantly with the flora and fauna that populated home. Even her own horns, eyes, and freckles held the same brilliance whenever she walked beneath the twinkling of the stars. That little detail only made things that much easier for her to adjust. Still, it would be a long journey for her so far away from everything she once held dear.

The lunarian strode up to the club that had just opened for the night...or perhaps was about to open? She had been told by a local that this was the place to be at this time of night, though she was never given details as to the sort of establishment it was. Either way, she needed a place to work, and a place to stay, even if only temporarily, and apparently The Radius had both.

So, she peeked her head through the door and saw there were already a couple of people. Neither seemed like they worked there. Then again, how would she know? Do the workers have uniforms or name tags? Or was the dress casual? Either way, she slid in a few steps and closed the door behind her, the luminous markings upon her navy skin seeming to almost camouflage her in the neon-lit lounge. Only the plain clothes she wore over her lithe body would give away the fact that a person was standing there, besides the eeriness of her eyes looking like two round lit orbs of neon that seemed to move separately from the rest of the lights.

Those same orbs would eventually fall onto the bar, where she’d find a stool to rest on until somebody of authority popped into her view." 482,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-20T06:22:00,Braxton,"When the chip was offered back Braxton simply expands the link some by wedging middle, and index fingers there, and slips it with his sparse hand neatly behind the skin of his wrist, and the cool metal of the link of his watch. His fingers tap away as the furry vixen talks. He does his best to pretend he's interested in what she says, but when he sees her gawk at the screen his hands are quickly vacuumed up from the space. Jetted to the top, and shutting it. Guilty as a reclusive teenager trying to hide information from parental eyes. The glimpse of the screen she would get was a lime green font, and black background. The words were all tech related a string of commands he was issuing to shut the neighboring shops internet down. It was a bit flashier move that he hadn't intended to do, but this bartender wasn't as gullible as he had expected. Credits were in need of if he was going to be charged. He thought this would be an easy in, and out sort of gig. Leech the wifi for a few hours, maybe see some free titties. Even in his head he knew the idea was too good to be true. ""Ha.ha.. you're hilarious.""

Faking a smile at the creature that props herself on his table-side after denying him request of a dance. He wants to mutter 'Ingrate' at her insult towards him being unable to afford a dance. Now he just wanted to pay for one to spite her, but he knew it wasn't wise. The want to bitch her out, and say the only reason he's buying a drink in the first place is because she's harassing him about credits, and he could damn well afford a dance if he wanted, nor sought one! ""I was thinking it's about a cat who doesn't know her place.. I'm the customer I can well enough decide what I want, if I do, correct..?"" He asks rhetorically as agile digits grab the shot glass, and he rises it to his lips. Downing the entirety of the liquid in a single venture.

With Rix in charge back at home he knew everything in his quadrant of the galaxy was going to go haywire. A war might be started with his organization over night. The pea brained assistant of his couldn't go a day without suggesting some form of combat, and from what he heard earlier it was no indicator of anything good. His face is a lot colder than it was before, and hazel spheres have a fire behind them as he sets the shot glass down, and gulps down the remainder of the putrid liquid. ""Now..do I need to get your manager, or will you give me a dance after all..? You came over so eagerly to greet me.. least you can do is some show generosity to a paying customer.."" Braxton narrows his spheres making it clear to the woman. He was just doing this to get even. Sure if he saw some tits, or nudity it may spark a primal reaction- but he wanted to show he was in control. Relinquishing freedom was something the young adult wasn't comfortable with in any capacity.

Eyes drift to a extra terrestrial looking being that ventures in. She's a looker. A lot more than the dancer that was working, but beggars couldn't be choosers. ""You know where my chip is, don't you?"" Eyebrow cocks in inquistive nature to a question he knows she knows the answer to. ""I'll give you a tip if you reach down, and get it."" his eyes stopping at the valley of her breasts making it clear his intent. He wanted her to lean down so he could get a better look at what he was purchasing from the dancer. ""Make it worth my while, you know..?""" 483,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-20T08:07:00,Villains,"

Advent would earn the Corig’s attention only at face value as the mask swiveled to watch his hand rise and, just as quickly, fall. It appeared that would be the extent of it.

Sweeping their front-facing focus from individual to individual currently present, Ahja’nai eventually landed their sights on Paskar. With Red resigning to take her shift, the office became slightly less crowded, though the Valgaari had to stand at the back so as not to crowd the rest of the employees. Having offered the potential for inquiry, it came as no surprise to hear Paskar’s question, though the response remained characteristically vague.

<Yes, Mr. Paag, we are.>

Semicorporeal arms crossed at the Corig’s midsection, using only enough force to keep the robe lofted in midair. The inky matter of Ahja’nai’s chosen body was always in motion, their insides similar in movement to earthborn oddities such as lava lamps and snowglobes. Once asked if it was possible to shake up their elements, they had laughed a genuine laugh. Jocularity was a learned form of expression, after all. They didn’t have it in the cluster.

<This one hopes to see the Roth Khaanians return for the season, and if they do, Radius will be their first stop as it always had been. There is a lull in Rasmodian visitors since the last cycle but it shouldn’t affect our overall profits to any great extent.> Sagh Karskarn would have told Paskar to blow it out his ass, but Ahja’nai needed only remind the bouncer that this was all a numbers game. If numbers could be achieved, benefits would follow. <A day off before the anniversary will be guaranteed, Mr. Paag. This one will not forget.>

Shifting, Ahja’nai waited expectantly in anticipation of continued questioning. They expected Advent would wait until the last minute, but the rest were more than welcome to cut in front of the line.

@Obscene
@Sero" 484,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-20T10:29:00,Obscene,"Ahja’nai was one of the strangest creatures that Paskar had come across in his life, but at the same time, they were perhaps the most straightforward to deal with. Logic dictated their actions, and as such, it made for the simplest of conversations. The crimson scaled Valgaari dropped his questioning tone and instead focused on what he saw as a likely outcome of the future event. ""I have a feeling that the anniversary will hit the numbers you want and more""

Paskar provided Ahja’nai with a nod that developed into a respectful half-bow, satisfied with Ahja’nai's response. ""Appreciate the gesture, boss. I'll be sure to keep things running smoothly out there. If you'll excuse me."" With that, Paskar turned to leave the remaining employees with the Corig while making his way back to the ground level of the club to begin his rounds.

At eight and a half feet of broad-shouldered alien muscle, Paskar possessed no easy way to gently negotiate a path through the crowds within Radius. Thankfully, the benefit of his stature meant that people naturally parted a path for the Valgaari. Obsidian pools scanned the expanse club, from the main dance floor to the central bar and all of the dancer podiums in between.

Nothing out of the ordinary stood out at first glance, so Paskar would make his way over to the bar counter where several patrons were seated. Inbetween a set of vacant stools, the Valgarri bouncer gazed down at Saersha’'s glowing features, and though he didn't need to vocalize his presence, he did so anyway.

""Are we having a pleasant evening?"" Paskar's deep bass-filled voice would cut through the electronic pounding of the music pulsing within Radius. While he wore no name tag and dressed in a manner not dissimilar from others in the room with a well-tailored suit, the bouncer nonetheless exuded an aura of authority earned from his years of employment and his own racial characteristics. In the corner of his vision, Paskar kept tabs on Red and the guest she was servicing. Technically, it wasn't his job to supervise the floor on a personal basis, but it was on the list of his many duties to ensure that individuals were having a good time, just not too good of a time, or at the expense of others. There was money to be made by taking things to the private chambers, and money to be lost by people causing a scene.

""Are we waiting for someone, or just taking in the atmosphere? I get it, Radius is quite the place."" Paskar rested a pair of thick hands on the countertop, crossing his other set of arms in his typical fashion. His race was difficult to read with their lack of defining facial features that many humanoids possessed, so instead, he relied on his vocal inflection and tone to supplement what was intended as a greeting and helpful outreach,

@Villains
@MonsterMistress" 485,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-20T12:08:00,MonsterMistress,"As Saersha sat upon her stool, just watching the room, she noticed the large red alien do his own visual rounds of the place. This caused her to perk up a bit in her seat. When he walked over, and began speaking to her, her cheeks began to show a slight tinge of light blue, a glow not dissimilar to the freckles that adorned that same face. His voice reminded her of the heavy bass of thunder back home, and it caused her heart to briefly beat a bit harder in much the same way in response.

“I’m...having an alright time I suppose.” Her voice, on the other hand, was rather soft. She realized that it was likely near impossible to hear over the music as soon as the words left her mouth. With a shake of her head and a small laugh to herself in embarrassment, she repeated herself in a louder volume, “Sorry, I’m having an alright time!” Her pitch was definitely quite a few octaves higher than his own, but not overly so to the point of shrill. Even at the louder volume, it still held its softness.

When he asked his question, Searsha nodded to the first part, but let him finish before speaking up again. She smiled at the last bit, laughing slightly. He had no idea exactly how “quite the place” it really was to her. The lunarian came from a place of quiet, almost near silence, where everything grew beneath the light of three moons and a constantly eclipsed sun whenever it was in view. Her home was soft, serene, calm....and boring. As beautiful as her home was, she needed more than beauty, which was why she was here. A change of scenery, a change of pace, and the city was the best place to find that. Radius seemed to exude everything her home wasn’t, and it excited her.

“Actually,” she spoke up loudly to start this time, “Iwaswaiting for somebody. Nobody specific, just looking to talk to somebody about a job, and hopefully a place to stay for a bit as well. Do you work here? You look like you work here. Are you who I can talk to about that?” She mentioned finally, her pale eyes never wavering from his obsidian ones.

@Obscene" 486,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-20T18:55:00,Deviant,"

Rill Kan’tynkera wasn’t one for an entrance. Early, late - she just generally tried to be in the right place at the right time. After all, as the old saying in her family went: ""A Spirazoan is never late, nor are they early. They arrive precisely when they mean to."" In this case, she meant to arrive on time, so she did, stepping off the elevator just as Ahja’nai Apophixea dismissed the batch of employees before hers. From there, it was a matter of going with the flow of people into their boss’ office to hear whatever announcement was being made.

Ahja’nai’s telepathic communication had always suited Rill, but the lack of a face - or any visible emotion - from her bosscouldbe a bit unsettling sometimes… and she never knew just how much the Star Child could read of her thoughts. Thus, the bartender often found herself meditating on drink recipes in Ahja’nai’s presence -- but this time, she found her mind settling on numbers. Saleshadbeen good… Still, the Spirazoan’s thoughts were troubled as she watched Bilroa go.

Her soft features, humanoid but colored like a thick, lavender fog, didn’t shift as Bilroa exited, amberglow veins pulsing with their usual, subtle light. The darker, eel-like limbs rooted in her back and scalp gave a wave though, rippling briefly in response to some chemical shift in Rill’s system: for those who had known her or another Spirazoan, it was indicative of emotion. But which? Amusement? Discomfort? Whatever it was, the tendrils settled back into place quickly enough. Some of them were coiled about her arms or torso, but most had entwined themselves into a thick, shimmering rope that ran the length of Rill’s back, settling unconsciously into something that could’ve been mistaken as a heavy mass of dark dreadlocks, marked by glints of the same amber that coursed through Rill’s features and shimmered in her eyes.

The employees began to filter out now that the boss was done making their announcements, but Rill lingered. Let Red take the bar for a bit. The young Mrinka may have been the last to arrive and (almost) first to leave, but Rill knew she was a hard worker, and the current bartenderwasjust about to end their shift. Rill was more interested in hearing the end of this conversation anyway. An eighteen percent increase was… quite a fair bit, when it came to profits. And their bonus was on the line.

Paskar’s question didn’t directly affect her, but ifhewas getting a day off… Nah. Probably not wise to push her luck. He seemed contented with the boss’ answers and made his exit as well, but Rill was still thinking numbers. If Ahja’nai expected an influx of foot traffic though, that was enough to settle her nerves around the announcement.

Still... Worry tugged at Rill. What if the Roth Khaanians didn’t return? For a moment, she was tempted to voice the concern aloud, to question Ahja’nai’s assumptions.

“..But…” Rill’s brow furrowed.

No. The worry was silly; she had no reason to believe the seasonal Khaanian migration might be disrupted, and it wasn’t worth potentially upsetting other employees when she could just as well ask the Corig about it at her annual review. Rill bowed her head respectfully to her employer, her expression softening back to its usual quietude.

“Nevermind. We’ll do our best to take advantage of the Roth Khaanian arrivals and the anniversary events. Thank you, Ahja’nai.”

The lopsided smile Rill wore as she left was genuine, if a bit pensive still as she turned to follow shortly after Paskar, leaving Advent with Ahja'nai, but she wasn't quick enough as she left the boss’ office, and the elevator left with Paskar before she could catch it. ...The situation wasjustenough of an inconvenience that the young, post-humanoid woman changed course entirely.

Instead of abandoning the third floor, the Spirazoan turned away from the elevator and disappeared into the employee break room on a whim. She had a snack squirreled away in one of the lockers there, and she was feeling a bit peckish. Sure, sales had to go up, but they could wait for a milfruit.

@Villains" 487,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-21T00:06:00,Sero,"Advent was certainly going to wait until the last moment, string blankly ahead and rolling on his feet. Back and forth in a monotonous gesture. He ran a hand through his exotic orange and violet hair and scrunched his nose when everyone started leaving though, and while he didn't mind the company of his boss he had to carefully consider being the last one in the room for too long. What he really,reallywanted to do was to dig his heels into Ahja'nai's business. He was endlessly curious about his coworkers and those on top of the ladder, but he reconsidered asking if his boss about their bizarre anatomy. For as long as he was around, he really was more accustomed to humans. Made by humans, changed by a human. He rubbed his hand on his pants and inspected it for oil. Sure he handled the rooms, but when there weren't any mechanics he liked to stick his nose in that business too.

""Well! Sounds good! I got all of that! I think!"" He could replay the logs like a knock off dating sim anyway, he had found it incredibly amusing when he picked up a game for fun and found his functions within it. He wanted more. He found them so funny. He stopped scuffing his boot on the ground. ""If there are enough people canI help run the bar? Or- could I help throw people out? You know I'msuperokay with tossing people out. I'm allowed to if I catch them behind the employee area right? I know who the employees are."" It was a terrible idea to let Advent help out on the people side because the android didn't know how to stop talking, and didn't have a lick of sense when it came to being subtle. He was just incredibly, terribly curious about what other people were doing in their positions. ""If I repair something for a price when I'm off duty in the bar can I charge them? On another note, would you say the vapor from your head is more akin to hair or like, wearing a hat. Oh. You don't have to answer that one. I didn't mean to say that out out loud.""

Advent smiled brightly, ""In the end, I won't cause trouble! You know I won't!"" He would. But not intentionally. ""I already did my rounds on the rooms today! You know, you don't have to answer those questions, I think the answer is no, it's no isn't it?"" He knew that he probably needed to shut up soon, ""I should consider installing a filter shouldn't I? Rill do you think I need a filter? Not like a car filter, I have one of those. I use it to clean off parts that I find on the ground. I wonder if they want those back...oh there they go."" He waved as Rill took their leave and considered following. Heaven forbid. ""I'll go to work then!""

@Villains @Deviant" 488,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-22T00:16:00,Chrystal Dark,"

Red shot upright, appalled not so much at the human's lewd suggestion, but at the fact that he would even consider blackmailing her. This time the ""grin"" was most definitely threatening - in fact more of a snarl, her ears were back, her pupils narrowed to slits for maximum focus and her tail was lashing side to side. ""Did you just fuckin' threaten me, you arsehole? This club has rules, I bin nothin' but friendly to ya since you walked in an' you gonna tell my boss that I won't give you a free dance? You fuckin' piece o' shit, you don't know my boss very well if you think he'd fire someone fer not givin' stuff away..."" Her voice was a venomous hiss.

A thought struck her. She'd notice the way he'd very quickly closed the ancient datapad thing. He obviously didn't want her to see what was on it. ""You do know that there's a computer here, that keeps track of every datapacket that goes in and out, burns it all to a chip card. No-one ever checks it, cos it's too much data. But if I were to tell our security folks that there was somethin' they might be interested in, happened around this time t'day, what d'you s'pose they'd find, huh? I suggest you enjoy yer drink an' sit there nice an quiet like.""

With that she turned on her toes and strutted away, muttering as she went ""Hnahaggrr druub!""" 489,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-23T06:09:00,Villains,"

If Ahja’nai took time to gather their thoughts, it wasn’t enough to register any sort of attention from the staffers.

<This one hopes so. If that’s all from you, you’re free to go, Rill.> With a dismissive sweep, the Corgi saw the Spirazoan off, leaving them in the company of the stragglers. One such straggler had begun rambling.

Ahja’nai nodded, feigning interest. If provoked, Advent might continue with their string of loosely related thoughts-turned-babbling until someone made it perfectly clear they didn’t want to hear it. Ahja’nai wasn’t that someone. On the contrary, like a being of infinite patience, they rarely had a need to interrupt the android.

It wasn’t until they had mentioned Rill that Ahja’nai explained, <Yes. Do a sweep of the club and see what positions require assistance. Help the hosts and hostesses if they need breaks, serve drinks to tables if the club is short staff, and yes, ask Paskar as many questions as you ask me. This one knows he will appreciate taking on an apprentice. That mentioned, there is always more to do. This one appreciates the initiative you show, Advent. Now go.>

It was Ahja’nai’s hope Advent would scoot off to somewhere that wasn’t their office. The rest, unless there were more questions, would hopefully follow.

@Sero

@Deviant

" 490,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-23T09:02:00,Obscene,"Saersha's homeworld was the opposite of Paskar's, his planet an inhospitable rock trapped between two suns. The surface perpetually baked by blistering heat, it bread creatures such as Paskar to survive the extreme conditions. A place where little survived and even less thrived in the harsh environment.

Paskar had no desire to return any time soon.

Compared to the blaring electronic beats from the club speakers, Saersha's tone was as pleasant to listen to as it got., and he didn't even have to strain himself to hear her. ""Absolutely, you can talk to me about it!"" Paskar had a low bellow of a laugh escape him for a moment, his mouth curling into a joyous smile at the poor joke he was soon to make. ""Unfortunately, I'm not someone that can guarantee you any form of employment here."" The red-scaled giant quickly became aware of his open-mouthed grin, which showed off his maw of pointed teeth even if just for a few moments. Now wearing a shadow of the pleased expression, he added an amendment to his prior jest. ""I can take you to see my boss, Ahja’nai. Concerns of a job and a room to stay in can be discussed with them in earnest.""

Raising a single thick digit on one of his four-fingered hands to denote a pause in his dialogue, Paskar's attentive gaze upon Saersha would break briefly, as out of the corner of his eye he caught some sort of altercation between Red and a patron. Nothing violent from what he could tell, but it was certainly heated judging from her body language, but with Red, things often ended up as such. Paskar made a note of the seated gentleman and decided to inquire with the Mrinka of the situation later. As his hearing was hardly capable of picking up their conversation from here he stood, he'd merely keep tabs on them for now. ""My apologies, I thought I saw a fellow acting out of line."" Lowering his finger, in the same motion he waved away the preceding statement as if to give a visual restart to his answering of her question. ""I'm sure Radius has an opening for you to fill depending on your skills and experience. However, Ahja’nai is currently finishing up a series of meetings, so we will have to delay seeing them right away."" He knew his Corig boss would be free when he noticed the last of his coworker's filter into the main room, then he'd give Ahja’nai some time to handle his own business before dropping more work on his plate.

Paskar, having forgotten his manners momentarily, reconciled the offense by providing Saersha with a quarter bow. ""I regret that I have not introduced myself properly. I am Paskar Paag, I handle the security of Radius."" Rising from his genuflection, the towering alien offered a hand to the Lunarian in a greeting.

@MonsterMistress" 491,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-23T09:51:00,MonsterMistress,"When Paskar mentioned that she could talk to him about possible employment, she visibly perked up, eyes widened and back sitting up straighter in her chair, while a large smile of pearly whites painted her own face. But then he finished his joke and her posture relaxed some while her eyes closed. Her smile did not disappear, but it did soften and close, as her palm moved to cradle the side of her head. A small giggle escaped and her head shook back and forth. She must have looked ridiculous just before, like a puppy who was presented a treat.

Saersha opened her eyes back up once more when the large man mentioned taking her to see his boss. “Sounds great!” She exclaimed as she hopped off her stool, expecting to get this moving along with a bit more excitement on her face than she probably intended. But once again, she was left to stand there in confusion as her glowing orbs watched Paskar observe the man and woman she’d noticed before entering the establishment.

“My apologies, I thought I saw a fellow acting out of line.”

Saersha nodded once at him before glancing over at the table from where the woman strutted away in a huff. She didn’t notice the mandoanything, but he certainly must havesaidsomething to make the woman so angry. Perhaps she should steer clear of him. At least for now. Saersha was notorious for being too trusting, and she was working on that flaw of hers, but occasionally she’d slip up and listen to the wrong person. Luckily she hadn’t had any issues so far since hitching a ride to this new world. Hopefully she can keep that streak going.

As Paskar explained the situation with his boss, and then introduced himself, the lunarian blinked in confusion at first, and then blushed again. Even as he bowed, the hulking man towered over her smaller frame, but the gesture remained very proper all the same. She’d never been bowed to like that, most of the time such a gesture reserved for figures of authority or royalty. Her family had told her all her life that outsiders were ruffians and criminals with no manners or decorum like those of her tribe possessed. Part of her felt that had to be false, but surprise still plastered her face when Paskar proved her suspicions right. Even more so that it was to her that he bowed. If anybody here was a figure of authority, it was him, the head of security, the one who could throw her out at a moment’s notice if she acted out of control. As if shaking out of her stupor, Saersha shook her head and mirrored the bow, “I’m so sorry too! I should have introduced myself before asking for a job. My name is Saersha.” She said as she stood back up straight, “it’s lovely to meet you, Security Paag.” She addressed him as such as that was how one addressed those above oneself on Lunari: title/job followed by surname. At least in her own tribe that was the case.

“I really appreciate you helping me. It’s no trouble for me to wait. It’s not as if I have anywhere else to be.” She laughed a bit embarrassedly, “I’m sure I’ll find something to do in the meantime.” She explained, her eyed starting to wander as she considered what exactly there was for her to do. The most likely thing is that she’d just sit quietly back down on her stool until the time came that she could meet the manager. Maybe have a drink or a snack to idly pass the time. Though she was very curious about dancing to such strange music. How did one even dance to something so fast paced? She was certain when patrons started coming in they would flail limbs around wildly. How else could one keep up? Right? “This place is so different from home.” Her eyes seemed almost distant as she muttered those words to herself, considering all her options.

@Obscene" 492,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-23T22:15:00,Braxton,"""Didn't say nothing about a free dance. Think I'm a total scumbag, or something here?"" Brax's words fall on deaf ears. Her threat however makes him stiffen, and sit straight up. His skin looks a different shade as if he'd seen a ghost. Payback was running through his brain, but he had to focus on the objective at hand. Watching the animal vixen slink away. ""If ya didn't want to work, could of just said so, and not acted so enthused.."" The male says before looking at closed laptop. He didn't know if opening it would get security called so he just keeps it that way. Slowly reaching up with his satchel, and scooping the hardware inside. He'd have to wait till the dancer got off, or changed shifts to work on the next segment of his blackmail.

The alien he'd been scoping out when dancer was pestering him seems to be engaged in converse with a worker. He mulls over options, but decides ultimately to stay at the table by himself. With the mood that was brewing from the beastly stripper he'd need some time to cool off anyway. He doubted that he could act rationally while holding back so much emotion." 493,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-26T05:25:00,Deviant,"

Milfruit were bright green, about the size of a ping-pong ball, and generally eaten after they’d gone through a rigorous drying process that left their once-fleshy, wedge shaped segments with an odd, bittersweet taste. Rill ate hers slowly, contemplating how she could drive sales up from behind the bar… Ugh. At one point, she'd been able to perform some pretty obnoxious flair bartending, aided by dozens of additional limbs that could catch, toss, and pour as well as most hands, but it’d been some time since she bothered with that sort of showiness. These days, the Spirazoan kept her head down and focused on efficiency. But if she could attract more visitors and generate additional foot traffic…

It was a solid idea, but Rill looked vaguely irritated as she exited the employee break room, a quarter of her milfruit still in hand. From there, a pivot was basically all it took to face the elevator. As she turned, the annelid rooted just behind her left ear slipped from its cohorts, darting out to punch the down button. A bit more slowly than it had struck, the tendril withdrew, twining itself into the braid that hung down Rill’s back while she popped the last piece of milfruit into her mouth, still thinking about “show” pours. She was rusty; she’d have to practice. Andno more fire tricks,she reminded herself.

Not after what happened last time.

As the elevator chimed and the sliding doors began to open, Rill contemplated her part in that fateful night, savoring the bitterness of the milfruit's last wedge... Really, that place - she hesitated to even call it a ‘bar’ - had been about to go under anyway. The owners were better off for being able to claim the insurance. And besides, after that set her adrift, Rill had eventually landed here - and for all its oddities, Radius was a decent place to work. Her poor mood over having to actuallyengagewith customers wavered in favor of something more determined. She wanted her bonus, which meant making Radius more of a success.

Rill’s annelids rustled, their black-violet sheen giving away their movements and betraying the fact that they weren’t just dreadlocks hanging down her back -- but as she stepped into the elevator, the limbs settled once more, relaxing as she took a deep breath in, then exhaled slowly. It would be worth it. On top of her bonus, she had to consider the extra tips that would come with increased profits. More people, more sales? More tips. The stakes were higher than just her bonus or even her tips, easy as it was to focus on just the sums directly affecting her.

Floor One. This time, hands free of milfruit, Rill used an index finger to press the button. Advent was... maybe still peppering Ahja’nai with questions? Regardless, the Spirazoan bartender wasn’t going to wait up. She knew how he could be. Honestly, a filter wasn’t the worst idea the bot had ever had, especially if he was talking about helping out with customers... The trick would be finding a decent one that worked with his model. Filters could have some... unexpected results. ...Hm. After a moment's thought, the Spirazoan paused, gulping the last of her snack.

""Advent? Are you headed to the first floor as well?"" As Rill called out across the third level lobby, an annelid darted from over her shoulder, holding the elevator door from closing.

@Sero" 494,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-26T10:49:00,Obscene,"Saersha's excitement at the potential job was palpable in the air around her, and Paskar initially felt jealous of her vibrant energy. His movements were slow, deliberate, those nearby knew well in advance what he was going to do before he did it. They had to be. If not, people could be hurt, or worse from him simply bumping into them; all it took one wrong step. His responses and reactions were metered, often underemphasizing his actual feelings. So he appreciated the ability to soak in her presence like a big scaley sponge.

""It's alright, Saersha, truly. The pleasure's mine, and let me be the first to welcome you to Radius."" Another smile crossed his scale-covered features, though this one only briefly showing off his teeth. The Valgaari didn't think twice of her naming convention for him, in fact, he always found such customs fascinating. Having worked in Radius for a number of years, he's seen all manner of races and cultures filter through the club doors, each bringing their own intricacies and mannerisms. His kind had a fairly simple rule to their names; one's surname came from their tribe, and every child's given name was divined by the tribe's matriarch.

Her eagerness seemed to make sense when she offered up the somewhat sad reality that there was little waiting for here outside of this opportunity, which brought him to respond if only to see if his assumptions were correct. ""So, did you just hop off of a transport? No job, no place to stay, jumping headfirst into wherever life takes you?"" It wasn't meant to shame her, so he quickly added an addendum, nearly in the same breath. ""Sounds plenty exciting to me, if not a bit daunting.""

His gaze left her once again to scan the room for interactions going against the club's standards. To show that he was planning on remaining put, Paskar shifted his stance so that his back was to the bar, resting his hips carefully against the edge of the counter. He'd take a seat on a stool if he wasn't certain that it likely couldn't hold his weight, or make him look anything but ridiculous. Nothing more came of the altercation between Red and the patron she'd been serving, so he put following up on the matter on the backburner. Looking to the elevator, he saw no sign of Advent or Rill, to which he was slightly surprised that they had concerns to discuss with Ahja’nai. That or, they were simply taking their time in starting their shift. Either way, it gave Paskar an excuse to keep chatting away with Saersha.

What she said might not have meant to be spoken aloud, but her whispers were picked up on by Paskar, if only barely. ""It certainly is, can't find a place like this back home."" He wouldn't try to mimic her soft-spoken tone, the idea of doing so coupled with thoughts about his homeworld brought a series of low rumbling laughs from deep within his massive chest. The inhospitable desert wastes of Brach'tier that covered the planet's sunbaked surface, the intricate network of underground tunnels that made up Valgaari society, his people's culture was built upon their natural hostile instincts and the need to survive their harsh environment. It was nostalgic, and completely unlike most of the civilized universe at large. Paskar was an oddity amongst his kind, suffice to say, this was one reason why he was here in Radius instead of performing his duties there.

@MonsterMistress" 495,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-27T05:18:00,Sero,"Advent perked up when the door was held open for him, his orange eyes lighting up as a shit eating grin crossed his features. ""I am now! Rillllll you're holding the door, you're so nice! I love you!"" He approached at a high speed, a speed that implied that he wouldn't forgive Rill if she shut that door. He would absolutely break the elevator so he could step in, before fixing it again. When he was securely in the elevator, Rill was no longer safe, he looked over her carefully and if she wasn't right next to the dial he would have paced around her like a predator. He was a fairly quiet model, scarily close to what a human could be, but not quite. The antennae on his head twitched and flicked back and forth. If only it could pick up the mood.

""What are your plans for today? I mean I know that you plan to work but, what kind of work? I mean I know what work you do but...."" He paused. ""Nevermind. I guess it doesn't matter."" Advent dialed it down a little, being in a metal box did that, it was kind of like being in a glorified coffin to him. ""Shame if elevator broke."" No, no don't do that. What he wouldn't tell Rill was that he absolutely did not have any intention of going to the first floor until she mentioned it. This was his life now, sometimes fate just spoke to you.

He knew nothing about fate, nor did he believe in it.

He neatly crossed his fingers behind his back, assuming that elevator music played those fingers rapped against his knuckles. ""How was your morningdaynight?"" He didn't judge one's sleep cycle. ""I guess, how was your existence in the span of the last twenty-four hours?"" Ah yes, that sounded a lot more people-ish.

@Deviant" 496,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-27T07:08:00,MonsterMistress,"“So, did you just hop off of a transport? No job, no place to stay, jumping headfirst into wherever life takes you?”

Saersha shrugged and gave an embarrassed laugh. She didn’t take it to mean anything negative when he said it, it was honestly the truth. Well, mostly, “more like stowed away on a trader’s ship, but essentially, yeah.” She recalled the event. She seemed to stay rather easily hidden for most of the trip, but eventually she was caught and dumped at the nearest port. At the very least they had enough decency to give her a few credits, just enough to send her back to Lunari, though they did so begrudgingly, not wanting to see a girl her size get into trouble on a planet like this one, but they weren’t going to turn around for her either. Either way, she had no inclination to go back there.

“Ah! I was caught pretty quickly, though! I’m not very good at being sneaky.” She added, realizing that it might make her sound underhanded or conniving, hopping aboard a ship without charge and hiding away, “and they were really nice to me. Didn’t even blame me. Apparently they never liked working with my tribe’s leaders, said they were too stuffy and snooty. Well...they’re not wrong.” She gave another shrug. “My people seem to despise any and all outsiders. It can get frustrating the amount of hate there is to go around there.” With another sigh, she continued talking up the traders as they were the ones she mostly wronged. “At least the nice traders gave me a few credits to start myself off, and after asking a few people around, I used what little I had to come here.” Ok, so she may have been lying a little bit, but what could she do? She already put her foot in her mouth by blurting out her admission to illegally traveling. And she really needed a job. “I guess I’m just here because I just want to start a new life with new people, and maybe even find my own little slice of happiness.”

The Lunarian began to feel rather awkward all of a sudden. Even more so around Paskar. He was so incredibly nice and warm, and all she did was make a fool of herself with all her ramblings. But he didn’t seem to be moving on to anything else at the moment, so while they both stared at the details of the establishment, at least there was that camaraderie of feeling very far from home. She decided to latch on that feeling, if for no other reason then to get away from the embarrassment bubbling inside of her. “So...how long have you been here? What made you decide to leave your home?”

@Obscene" 497,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-30T14:09:00,Obscene,"Paskar took in Saersha's appearance once more as she explained her circumstances, not terribly surprised that someone with glowing accents would be easy to spot, though he could relate. ""You're telling me! I couldn't go somewhere unnoticed if I wanted to."" Often, he imagined himself similar to Lunarian's size, being able to blend in with a crowd and live a day without worrying about his every motion in public. ""Sounds like you had a streak good fortune on your side to get here, and some decent folk watching your back. Just be careful, while there are plenty of opportunities on Osius, there are maybe equal parts those wishing to take advantage of you."" Not that Osirus was alone in such dangers, isolated space stations like this one operated outside of any planetary jurisdiction. Its internal governance system tended to be rather susceptible to corruption, Paskar had noticed very early on. ""That said, nowhere is safer on Osirus than Radius, you've got me and the others to ensure that!""

Saersha might have been embarrassed about her rambling, or worried about how she came off to the Valgaari concerning her methods of traveling here. but Paskar merely treated her as anyone would wish to be until given a very good reason to do otherwise.

""A bit of a personal question, isn't it?"" Paskar narrowed those black oculars down at Saersha for a moment before the corner of his mouth curled into a grin. He waved off the serious statement with one of his massive hands and quickly corrected himself. ""I'm kidding. My reasons are hardly a secret, and you were kind enough to share yours."" That same hand went to rub at his chin as if in contemplation, thinking of the best way to phrase his history. ""It's coming up on five years at this station, a little over four while working for Radius."" Life was comfortable here and had been for most of his stay, barring any unforeseen shakeup, Paskar would likely remain in the area for some time longer. He'd carved out a new home for himself, something he hadn't expected to be possible when leaving his people. ""The simple answer is that I chose not to follow through with an action that was my duty to perform. I was given the ultimatum to either be executed or exiled. It was death all the same, socially or physically.""

The red giant looked off towards the elevator where he awaited his fellow employees to exit from, still nothing. ""Obviously, I chose the latter, the coward's choice to them."" Another low chuckle, though this one was steeped in dark humor, but, it wasn't anything he was ashamed of. ""My people are not unlike yours from what you've told me. Enough hate that it spills over into a need for constant conflict, and when there aren't outside factions to wage war against, it turns inwards.""

He glanced again for the others, and still only saw Red and a few other faces working the floor. ""If they take much longer I'll have to get us some drinks."" A better laugh came from him this time, and he wondered if they even had the large glasses at the ready for individuals of his stature.

@MonsterMistress" 498,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-30T19:09:00,ChronicRoot,"Outside the Radius two figures were making their way toward the building's doors, boh limping but one clearly in a better mood than the other.
""I wouldn't call it a success per se but it could have gone a lot worse."" The shorter of the two smiled at his companion, a an odd android built entirely out of colorful minerals, resembling a roughly humanoid mannequin with no facial features whatsoever except for a single camera lens in the middle of it's 'face'. The mannequin looked down at the short, purple-skinned alien named Dirke, looked at its destroyed arm, crushed foot, and then at the stained tourniquets tightly encompassing about half of the alien's face.
""Oh, come on, G, lighten up! We're alive, aren't we? Where there's life there's a way!"" the bony, purple hand patted the droid's lower back. That was about as high as Dirke could reach, His head barely at the same level as the droid's waist. ""Every setback is just life getting a good swing before catapulting you off to success! You'll see! You'll recharge your batteries, I'll recharge mine, we'll find you some nice solar rubies to replace the arm and then we're back in business! We'll earn our credits' due on this rock or die trying!""
""G"" shrugged, nodded and focused its lens on the neon name of the bar in front of them.
""Yeah, that's the place I was talking about. Best prices for rooms in this hemisphere! Mighty comfy for the amount you pay, too. Or so I've heard...""

""G"" opened the door, allowing Dirke to shuffle through first while looking outside as if to try and look for anyone pursuing them. It then slouched a little, the doorframe of course being just a few milimeters too low for it to enter normally. the purple alien grinned again at his companion, his bright orange eye glowing excitedly in the dim room, dark green hair flowing gently on the non-covered half of his head despite there not being any gust or wind. There were less people here than Dirke anticipated, perhaps they arrived just before the rush hour. He looked around to try and find anyone to inquire about the rooms but it seemed as though everyone was busy, The imposing giant, most probably a bouncer, was busy talking up some glowing dame, the red haired feline waitress was in the middle of a heated argument with another client. ""G"" looked at Dirke.
""What?"" the injuired alien asked. ""You see they're busy, don't you?""
The lens kept glaring at him. ""Oh, you're worried about the face. Don't you know me? In a couple hours it'll be as good as new, maybe with a couple of scars. Trust me, my face heals just as fast as any other part of my body, you've seen me getting shot enough times to attest to that. Besides, I heard scars add to character.""
He waddled up to the counter and gestured at his companion. ""Come on, patience is a virtue, I'm sure someone will come around eventually!""" 499,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-09-30T19:55:00,Deviant,"

It was too late to be indecisive; she’d already changed her mind once.

But Advent all but sprinting toward the elevator door had Rill questioning her change of heart. Maybe it would’ve been better to just leave the droid to his own devices... Regardless of her concerns, the Spirazoan ended up staying her course, politely holding the door until Advent could join her in the glorified robot coffin.

“My plans? Oh. Work... yeah. I bartend most of the time. Gonna start practicing more though, I think.. especially if we need to boost sales.” The bot’s change of mood was palpable as the elevator began to move, and Rill cast a curious glance his way, trying to discern what had quieted him so. ...But though his next comment clued her in to the reason for his sudden somberness, it set the Spirazoan on edge.

”Shame if the elevator broke.”

“...Yes, you’re right. It would be.” Rill’s annelids shifted uncomfortably at the prospect, shimmering in the bundle they’d formed from her scalp down the length of her spine, but the bartender’s tone was even as she continued: “Hopefully the two of us would be able to fix it before anyone got hurt.”

If this was any indication, a foray by Advent into the customer side of the club’s workings wouldnotgo well -- at least not without some fine-tuning to his communications system. But there was certainly potential. He asked about her day next, which saw Rill’s vaguely discomfited expression relax. Maybe all he really needed waspractice. Work in maintenance wasn’t exactly the best for honing social skills - she knew that well enough, having used her stint in mechanicry to avoid social situations all together.

“I’ve been alright. Had the day off yesterday, which was nice. Took care of some errands, crossed a few things off my list… nothing too exciting.” The indicator above the elevator’s number pad flashed, signalling their arrival at the first floor. At that, Rill straightened, adjusting the sleeves of her top to make sure her arms were covered right down to the soft, lilac-grey gloves that currently covered her hands. As usual, the Spirazoan was modestly dressed, and today it was a snug, charcoal turtleneck and a pair of olive green cargo pants that protected her body from view and touch.

“...Doyouthink you need a filter, Advent...?” Rill suddenly asked as she stepped off the elevator, pausing to look at the droid again with obvious thought… but her subsequent pause wasn’t really long enough to let him get a reply in edgewise, because she shook her head with a sigh and went on, “Either way, you should probably stick with me behind the bar for now. Goodness knows I could always use an extra pair of hands anyway.” Rill’s grin implied the joke, but the way two tendrils unwrapped themselves from her “braid” and waved at Advent over either shoulder confirmed it.

“Come on.” Regardless of whether he actually chose to follow or not, Rill made her way to the swinging half-door at the end of the bar and stepped through it, summoning her best customer service smile. It looked like there were a couple of people without drinks - so she made her way toward the odd pair who had just settled at the counter. Lilac-grey features shifted from the large, colorful bot to its much smaller, violet-skinned companion as Rill came to a stop and took in their state, the amberglow of her circulatory system quietly visible behind her expression. They looked… a little worse for the wear, to say the least.

“Welcome to Radius. What can I get started for you two?""

@Sero @ChronicRoot" 500,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-01T05:40:00,Sero,"Advent didn't plan to make any comment when Rill brought up whether he thought he needed a filter., though he did make note of the short pause, and had some theories about what her opinions were on the matter. He could have forced an interjection, but decided against it because he actually didn't have a good answer. He was hesitant about new parts and integrations, since it would mean changing out what Adroit, his benefactor, had created. Thinking and feeling were two different things with their own complexities. While Advent could have argued that he had his own opinions, he knew that they ultimately echoed what his benefactor taught him. He carried the ideals of someone long dead, and far removed from the current issues of today. Feeling was....well.

""Oh! Wow you actually told me about yourwholeday!"" His tone might have sounded like he was mocking Rill for giving him free information, that or he was actually surprised that he got so much in response. ""Why would you need a day off anyway? Can't you do everything after your shift anyway? I never take a day off unless I'm not working!"" That last bit could be taken in a few ways. He waited until the elevator opened before drowning Rill in his chatter, at this point he had processed and recorded everything that was said to him. Mannerisms, the way she moved and reacted. Everything was something that he considered important. There was something mesmerizing about those with wills. It was all neatly tucked away into a folder with her name on it.

However, Advent was completely ecstatic when she gave him permission to help I'm happy to offer a hand! I have two of those unless otherwise stated!"" He wiggled his perfectly shaped fingers at her, though his eyes followed her hair. He was curious about her job, while he understood the basics of what bartending was meant to be, he found that it was a far more complex process than one would be led to believe. A dance of rough pleasantries and boundaries, reading a room and setting the limits for each customer. It was such a social event that it boggled his circuits and caused him to be enraptured in the small little mannerisms of each tender.

When she entered the main room, he tagged along too with a wide grin on his face, an expression that mirrored Rill's, but ended up being a but too wide for his features. As Rill addressed the newcomers Advent peeked over from behind, his eyes lighting up slightly as he took in the duo's current status and appearance. He ended up speaking, ""Wow you guys look likesh- Welcome!"" He caught himself and changed the message at the last minute, there was no guesswork to figure out what he almost said though. His eyes set on the other android and he started making grabby motions with his hands. In all honesty, he wanted to tear them apart and completely put them back together, but processed the probably of success and registered the fact that their models did not match. Advent had no qualms about attempting, he wasn't made to be a pillar of morality, but the probability was low and he wasn't his benefactor. While he didn't have a filter, he could sense what would absolutely get him in trouble. He was going to behave. Definitely. He stood by....

@Deviant @ChronicRoot" 501,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-01T06:09:00,MonsterMistress,"(I’m a nincompoop and didn’t save my post before the update. It’s not exactly the same as it was, but it still has the same idea/feeling. I like how it came out..)

Saersha suddenly felt a moment of doom looming over her shoulder. The way Paskar glared at her with his narrowed dark eyes, her heart sped up in worry, fear, and something else she couldn’t quite pin down. It was as if she’d only really noticed just how large the large man truly was in comparison to herself, and could perhaps use that size different to completely flatten her with the ease of an ant beneath a boot. Perhaps that questionwasrather personal, but the curiosity behind it had been purely innocent. Surely he’d know that, right?...right?!

Then, all too immediately after, the grin that curled upon his lips and his joking words caused the shaking Lunarian to almost fall like a heap to the floor. She remained standing however, bending over only slightly with a sigh of relief, then taking a seat back down on her stool to rest her trembling legs. Truly, she was an absolute mess.

As Paskar continued on with his story, Saersha listened with intrigue. Indeed their reasoning for coming to Osirus was rather similar, but still so very different. “I’m sorry. What? You mean there are those who would rather choose to end their lives?” Her face hid nothing of her incredulity as her mouth gaped and her brows furrowed. “To die in body, or to die in social standing? Who cares about social standing!? It’s absolutely asinine.” She knew all too well about the importance of social standing as well. Her tribe had its hierarchy, most of it dictated by which family one was born to, sometimes by one’s accomplishments, but never simply by one’s character. “Absolutely asinine,” she repeated, her voice a bit lower as she huffed and turned to look away, crossing her arms over her chest in frustration. “Personally, I think you made the right choice. Not the cowardly choice. You knew your worth and value alive, separate from them. That’s admirable in my book.”

Another sigh came from her before she looked over at him with a shrug, and a more thoughtful expression. “Though, admittedly, I could also be projecting. My leaving also likely caused a big hit to my own social standing, but death wasn’t the alternative option...though if I returned after leaving everyone, I may as well be dead to them.” The Lunarian’s eyes became distant as she swiveled herself around to lean her elbows on the bar, staring at the bottles of liquor upon the back wall. It only just now hit her that she would not be welcomed back home, simply for wanting to explore the universe, to learn about other worlds and the people upon them. She knew there was more to life than simply what her tribe deemed important, but that’s all they cared about. The realization that she could never return home began to dawn on her, or if she did, she’d be treated as invisible to them, and it put her mind in a less than savory place.

Soon, however, new individuals began to populate the area: a small purple man and his Android, a woman with interesting hair, and another man who...she truthfully could not tell what he was. He seemed easily excitable, and looked to be causing more social blunders than even herself. Or at least close to it, seeing him catch himself before insulting his patrons. If ever there was something to take her mind off of her situation, it was definitely adding new faces to the mix.

And perhaps also some alcohol.

“Looks like you won’t have to be the one to get the drinks after all, Security Paskar.” Saersha turned her head and smiled at the valgaari, trying to bring the conversation back to somewhere light. However, she’d wait her turn to put in an order, as the woman, seeming to be the bartender on duty, was helping the other two gentleman. “Are you able to drink while you work? Is there something I could maybe get for you? I have a few credits still leftover from my trip and I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.”

@Obscene
@Sero
@Deviant
@ChronicRoot" 502,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-03T08:31:00,Braxton,"Braxton's mind was a flurry. The intrusion on his working put a hold on any attempt to get credits to keep stalling about till his ship was fixed. His higher than thou attitude already doubted that it'd be done before a week's yard. The only people who worked repairing ships were ones that didn't make a difference in the galaxy. Simpletons, and they couldn't be relied upon to get the job done in a timely manner. ASAT was already dwindling in membership, but without an ability to get back to the quadrant of the galaxy he needed to be in it just left him here to slowly writhe in agony, and his own short comings, and what he as leader would have to take blame for. The media had tried to call upon him one time for an interview, and it turned into such a disaster piece only helping fuel the propaganda machine the galactic government was making against his 'terrorist' group. His mind needed to be off it's stress, and doubt so he taps middle, and index finger against his ear piece. ""Listen up boys.. Need a wing man for tonight.""

There was some chatter on the other end, and arguing even - this was a good chance to gain status within the organization. A night out with the boss? Yet the one who was silent gained Brax's favor. ""I can't trust these morons - if I'm going to be slaying anything tonight I can't take these fools.. Elek, you're up.."" There's a array of confusion followed by some erratic beeping from robot's language filter. Braxton grins at the displeasure of the robot mercenary being chosen as his helping hand. ""Oh come on, you brute... lighten up, and live a little. You could always bring that pretty sister of yours if it makes you feel better.""

If the leader could see the robot's lens it'd flash a bright crimson red insinuating anger before turning neon yellow as rage starts to subside. Platinum digits twirl into fist, and unwind back, and forth in the same motion as he sits behind the controls of his ship. Elek was seething at the male's impulse. Of course he would bring her up, wouldn't he? Being the right hand to such a jackass could get infuriating at times, but he reels in his rage some, and the lens beneath hollowed out eye sockets of his robotic skull keep focused on the road ahead as he traces the cordinates of Braxton's ear piece. ""Aye, I'm on the way, but you bring up A again? And ya might not have any teeth left, alright?"" His twin was the only thing keeping him insane in all the chaos since he'd lost his body, and was something he didn't take lightly to the other male mentioning. He knew her history of being an party girl, but he preferred to pretend to not notice things that were so publicly out in the open.

Obsidian covered boots cover ground as the towering mechanical masterpiece at an immerse six foot five. Generic human garments cover his body as to not scare anyone. A black, and grey striped tee, with a pair of baggy light gray cargo jeans adorning his lower half. Retinal cameras scan the area for any threats. This was one of many shells that Elek used for his consciousness, but was far from the most effective in combat. The metallic Goliath looks around, and scans the bar for the male who'd signaled his help. He's distracted temporarily by the many races at the bar. This was unlike the galactic railways he'd used to travel the stations. A quick glance at one species, or another there - they were more calm, and not in a rush to get to the next planet. He got time to carefully study the intricacies of each race. After a few seconds of admiring alien women he raises his voice parameters, and speaks with authority.

""Anybody see where the jackass with the computer went?""" 503,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-03T19:36:00,Chrystal Dark,"

Wiggling like a succubus (not that she believed in such mythical creatures), Red danced her way back to the bar. The lights and music lifted her mood and she ran the last few metres and leapt over the line of empty stools to land atop the bar in a handstand.Durn. Shoulda worn a skirt and no undies... That was always a crowd pleaser. She held the handstand for a few seconds then flipped over and landed on her feet behind the bar. Doing stuff like that always made her feel better.

""Thank you, thank you, you're too kind!"" She said to the half-hearted applause that greeted her little display. ""Stick around for the full show...!"" She grinned and shook her chest making her boobs wobble inside the tank-top, a move that used to be called ashimmy a long time ago.

She paused to take a sip of water, not even realising thatthe jackass with the computer was no longer there. Not that it was any of her concern, seeing as he'd paid for his drink.

She shrugged, her ears dipping down and up again in the Mrinka version as well as her shoulders moving in the more universally recognised human gesture. ""Any one wantin' a drink of any sort? I know a vast range o' cocktails from any number o' worlds...! Care ta try somethin' exotic, I c'n find you a drink that'll blow yer socks off. Or I mix the most amazin' vodka Martinis.Shaken not shtirred!"" Her impression of a human actor from centuries ago playing a totally forgotten fictional character was almost certainly waisted on her audience, but she didn't care. she grabbed three spirit bottles at random and began tossing them into the air. ""I c'n also manage to mix a mean Mojito, Margaritas or Mai Tai. And if ya fancy a Long Slow Comfortable Screw Against a Wall, I haveall the ingredients... So roll up, roll up, ladies, gents an' everythin' in between, t' the Greatest Show In Tha Galaxy... This is way better than the circus, 'cos ya get ta drink the result o' th' performance!""

She ad-libbed, hoping to attract a few customers into buying the more expensive cocktails on the bar list, all the while juggling the bottles." 504,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-03T23:59:00,ChronicRoot,"The mineral 'android' focused its lens on the bartender with curious skin and even more curious hair, waiting for its companion to answer. When the answer didn't come, ""G' patted the seemingly stunned Dirke on the back of the head lightly with its still intact hand.
""Huh? What? Where..."" the purple alien blinked a few times, the orange iris losing focus for a couple of seconds. ""Oh, damn. The wound must have been deeper than I thought..."" The smile had been reattached to his lips once again, befuddled look disappearing from his face entirely. ""Sorry about that. What's the drink in your menu with most sugar in it? Doesn't have to be alcoholic, though it would be a welcome bonus. Have to give my organism some fuel to speed up the healing process. Don't really like going into 'standby' mode in the middle of a conversation. What about you, G? want anything?""
The droid's lens was expresionless but his stance conveyed perfectly how idiotic it believed that question was.
""Right, right, no face holes to consume beverages..."" Dirke chuckled and turned back to the bartender ""I don't suppose you got any galvanised, shiny rocks behind that counter, eh?""

Dirke let out an amused sound after hearing the interrupted comment of the android besides the human-ish bar worker.
""Well.... What you said wasn'tinaccurate, I suppose. I mean, look at my clothes!"" he pointed to the now torn and burnt jacket made of silkish, dark red material, showing a dirty, used-to-be-white shirt underneath, both soaked in a purplish substance. ""My poor jacket... Cost me a good amount of credits, too! Well, at least it taught me not to dress too sharp for negotiations with your competitors, eh, G? That and bring a bit more heat than two, cheap pocket laser psitols. Let me tell you, once I-"" he stopped mid-sentence when the Mrinka landed gracefully behind the counter. He joined in with the applause, maybe a bittooenthusiastically. ""Reminds you of them Sector-Z assassins, eh, G?"" he poked the android and raised his brow. ""Cold, cruel bastards but they could fit in a ten-by-ten centimeter air vents. Never liked dealing with them. They always had a stick so far up their arse you could see the tip when they'd talk. Though it does make their contorting skills even more impressive.""" 505,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-04T20:25:00,Chrystal Dark,"

Jazire Almaran could possibly have been a nice person if things had been different. If her parents hadn't been killed by an explosion when she was thirteen, for example - an explosion which almost killed Jazire, leaving her with one arm and one and a half legs, one eye and a burning hatred of the people who had allowed this 'tragic accident' to happen. Because it wasn't an accident, her parents were simply written off as collateral damage by the government as it did it's best to put down the popular uprising on her home-world. Jazire had lived in an orphanage until she was eighteen and then had been thrown out onto the streets.

But while there she had learned stuff. She had found that a crippled teenage girl was always underestimated, and and she found that the system was designed to keep people in their place, but most importantly she learned that there were lots of ways to screw the system. And Jazire became an expert at screwing the system. Of course it wasn't long before she was caught, but as ever, people underestimated her. She played on sympathies for ""The poor crippled girl"", got off with a slapped wrist and a fine, which was a miniscule amount compared to the funds in her bank account.

She moved her operations then, worming her way into the dark underbelly of the interstellar civilization. Soon she was running her own organised crime racket and probably had enough to pay for regen surgery if she's so chosen. But she preferred the looks she got when people saw the cybernetic left arm and lower left leg. Her artificial left eye was capable of so much more than her original right eye.

And the unquenchable hatred for this so-called civilized society made her utterly ruthless.

Her limo pulled up outside Radius and her bodyguard, a three metre tall reptile-like creature with tentacles, slid out of the front passenger seat and scoped the area with her stalked eyes, the plasma tribarrel brandished in her tentacles as if it were a hand gun. Determining that the area was as safe as could be expected in this part of the moonbase, the V'zaxan opened the back door of the limo and Jazire slid out. ""Thank you, Squil."" She addressed the massive creature. She spoke through the open front passenger door. ""Park the car and take a couple of hours break, Vin. Make sure you've got your drive-rites, I may need you in a hurry, but hopefully you will have time to enjoy yourself"".

Vincella, Jazire's driver, nodded. ""Yes Mam. Thank you Mam."" The limo doors closed and the machine took off and vanished towards the parking garage. Squil grinned intimidatingly at the doorkeeper and ducked under the lintel ahead of her employer. The V'zaxan was incapable of vocal communication as all her species were, but instead used a form of tactile and visual sign language. She had, however, managed to learn to understand several languages, human and other. A wave of a tentacle at the bar and another at Jazire's preferred booth gave the staff all the information they would need. The human cyborg mob-queen made her way to the booth and slid in to the seat that put several tonnes of solid rock at her back and a clear view of the club at the front.

Squil settled onto a stool outside the booth, quite comfortable, her cannon resting lightly in her lap. Jazire smiled and used the processor in her brain that helped control her prosthetics to access her internal diary. She had an appointment in exactly five minutes, and it was just a question now of whether her appointee would turn up to the meeting." 506,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-07T15:44:00,Deviant,"

At the end of the bar furthest from the elevators, Rill and her current conversants were actually rather near the door, so when one of Radius’ latest arrivals stepped through the club’s entryway, seeking “the jackass with the computer,” Rill’s gaze momentarily shifted away from the customers she was helping, assessing the mechanical man in the cargo jeans.

“Welcome to Radius-- I haven’t seen anyone with a computer since I arrived a moment ago, but you’re welcome to take a look around and see if you recognize anyone. And don’t hesitate to get a staff member’s attention if you need anything.” She afforded the tall figure a quick, welcoming smile before those honey-dark eyes shifted away from him and back to the pair Rill had already been attending. For them, her smile became briefly apologetic.

“Sorry about that interruption - and about your jacket. One can’t ever be too careful.” The “dreadlocks,” darkly colored annelids that they were, shimmered as they gave a rustle along the bartender’s scalp and down her spine, but Rill’s rueful smile didn’t falter -- though it did shift into something a bit more cheerful as she steered the conversation back toward drinks.

“About those refreshments -- we can actually add glucose as a mixer to any drink you’d like,” Rill explained with a sly grin, her smile accompanied by a chuckle now as one of the annelids near the small of her back untwined from its place among the faux dreads that hung in a bundle down her spine. Out of sight from the customers but perfectly plainly to Advent, the annelid slipped into a lower cabinet a few feet to Rill’s left, then began to retract, its end newly wrapped around the neck of a heavy, brown bottle that followed it from the cabinet.

“But the galvanized, shiny rocks.. Thatisa bit of a more unusual request.” The bottle of glucose - a clear, viscous syrup - was passed off to Rill’s hands, which she then used to present the mixer for the purple alien’s inspection. It was considered polite to use one’s hands while interacting directly with others-- but while she presented the bottle to the shorter of the pair, Rill addressed the taller, her features thoughtful now as she tried to come up with a solution to the robot’s unique diet. A few other people entered as she began to discuss her only idea, and though the V'zaxan's wave earned a brief glance and a nod of recognition - she and her employer would have service momentarily - Rill's conversation was uninterrupted as she spoke to the bot across from her.

“Wedohave zinc powder somewhere around the bar, which… I mean, it might be a bit of a compromise, but assuming we can find some steel to go with it...” Already knowing who might have something like that lying around, the bartender's attention almost turned to her own robotic companion -- but she, too, was momentarily distracted by Red’s dancing and bottle tossing, her gaze shifting past Advent and over his shoulder. Rill hadn’t known the Mrinka had such bartending flair! Maybe that meant she wouldn’t have to relearn her old tricks?

The Spirazoan breathed an internal sigh of relief at the thought, and her smile was genuine as she refocused on Advent, then on her current customers, hopeful that she might be able to sell something the club would otherwise consider trash.

“I imagine Advent here might know where to find some scrap metal.”

@ChronicRoot @Braxton @Chrystal Dark @Sero" 507,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-08T12:36:00,Obscene,"Paskar certainly hadn't intended to startle her with his momentary irate facade, but he saw her stiffen immediately in instinctive terror at the idea of being on the large reptile's bad side.

Lesson learned

""My kind long for a death worth putting to the stone..."" Paskar paused after his initial explanation to rub at his wide chin with two of his four thick digits. Although he was hardly fit for the educator sect, Paskar would elaborate as best he could of his culture to Saersha. ""For us,"" he began, giving his chest a hearty thump with a closed fist. ""We have few natural enemies and can live for hundreds of years. The last action of one's life, their death, is something that should be deserving to be committed to the records so as to be told of and passed down for the next generations."" He wasn't sure this would help any, as each race held their own beliefs, and those only occasionally overlapped, but she was right in understanding that he'd made the correct choice by surviving on.

That said, despite Paskar having left Brach'tier, his upbringing was still ingrained within him. He desired that his tale be spoken as much as any other Valgaari, but he would go about his own way of doing it. ""I'm the author of my own story now, and being fairly young by my people's standards, I have a lot of pages left to fill."" Approaching nearly one hundred years, hardly a milestone by his kind, Paskar knew he had more than enough time to spread his name across the stars, and it all started here.

Seeing a shift in her attitude, Paskar lightly rapped his fingers atop the counter in an attempt to snap her out of a negative spiral. ""There's no changing the past, and the future is never certain. We both made our choices in leaving our homes, best to focus on the present, and make the most of it."" It was the best pep talk he could provide, and thankfully, it seemed like the last one needed at the moment as she opened up to the idea of drinks to pass the time.

The mere idea of Paskar being the bartender even for a moment brought another body shaking laugh from the Valgaari. ""You can see my hands, if I tried to mix a drink it'd be a hell of a mess."" It was pleasant to converse with someone in a manner that wasn't directly related to his duties as security, it kept him in high spirits despite the stress that was sure to come. ""Of course, I can share a drink with you. My body's metabolism will break down the alcohol too quickly for it to impair me."" In that, he caught two familiar faces finally making their rounds within the main room, auspicious timing for Saersha, as after a drink, the boss would likely be ready to receive her request.

""Save your credits, this place will eat them up if you're not careful. It's my treat for tonight.""

Rill had taken their place behind the bar counter along with Red, so Paskar took the liberty of ordering for Saersha as well as himself. He knew the menu, after all, and could pick out something that wouldn't leave her too impaired before meeting Ahja’nai. ""A Vapor Highrise for the miss and if you have a stein fit for larger guests give me bartenders choice of what's on tap."" The Valgaari had spoken in a general direction towards both bartenders currently working the counter, making eye contact just long enough with each to acknowledge them. Rill was presently serving the two newcomers, whom Paskar only had to look over briefly to know that they'd be a handful, hopefully, they brought none of their trouble along with them. Red on the other hand was recovering from her prior encounter, putting on a rather eye-catching display. He knew the game, sexual tension loosened people's cred sticks faster than blackmail around these parts, but Paskar would tip her well regardless of the show, the bouncer understood how tight things were for many of the employees.

The latest pair to enter the fray caught Paskar's attention immediately, his gaze following them across the room and settling on them as they took up position at an empty booth. The reptilian was a massive thing like himself, a head taller even, and though he had four arms, he lacked the tendrils. He also wasn't hefting a massive cannon, not that it was against club policy to be packing heat. If one drew their guns unprovoked, however, the hidden auto-turrets would make short work of any armed hostilities. The lady had some cyber, obviously, and strut about her that screamed that she was the one in charge.

Well, here's to everyone participating in at least somewhat legal activities that wouldn't require his direct intervention; it would make his job all the easier.

[[ Sorry that took so long, been working some crazy hours. Also, I was pretty tired when writing this, so I hope it makes sense. :3 ]]

@MonsterMistress
@Deviant
@Chrystal Dark" 508,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-10T22:01:00,Chrystal Dark,"

Red bounced one of the bottles off her elbow, caught the other two and set them on the counter, while keeping the third spinning in defiance of gravity (artificial or otherwise) with rapid flicks of her tail. She caught that bottle too and set it down. ""One Vapour Highrise comin' right in th' direction of the cute glowin' gal."" She announced. The bar's database had already displayed the required ingredients for the drink, but she didn't need them for this one.

A hi-ball glass soon filled with two different liquids, one a bright blue floating on the other which was a pale yellow. She squeezed in the juice of a mun fruit, careful not to get any on her fur because the sticky purple juice was a devil to get out. The stuff fizzed down through the blue Curaçao, in a chemical reaction that Red didn't really want to know about. The juice hit the top of the heavier Crom-Hapka and stopped, forming a thin purple layer between the yellow and blue.

But already the weird reaction between one of Earth's stranger liqueurs and the fruit from a world hundreds of light years away was having the usual effect. The vapours produced as the juice sank through the spicy blue liqueur rose to the top, wafting off with the fragrance of orange peel, cinnamon and allspice, but where the curaçao now touched the fruit juice it fizzed and frothed and lifted the blue liquid up on a strange pink-ish vapour, that failed to escape through the Earth-born drink.

A cherry floating on the top and a slice of orange impaled on the rim of the glass completed the drink. Red added a straw, then dipped the base of the glass in a dish of vegetable oil she kept under the counter and slid the drink expertly along the bar to stop in front of Saersha." 509,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-13T07:56:00,Sero,"""Oh!"" Advent smiled. ""Well I'm glad that you recognize that you look absolutely terrible!"" His voice was light and cheerful, and he took a moment to scratch at his freckled face. He was always a little jarred by other androids that had more limited expressions. He had a pretty good idea of their composition though if they were asking for shiny rocks. He collected rocks sometimes. He wasn't going to share those. Hmmm. Maybe they could blend some gravel, next time on will it blend. He giggled slightly, because he was recalling the terrible noise of a dying blender, and he thought it was hilarious.

His gaze was locked on the duo, then strayed to the most recent newcomer, and then to the louder entries right before her. Another android, ahhh, his fingers twitched. He also wanted to make some blunt, insensitive commentary about both their arrivals but got distracted. Probably a good thing. The noise hadn't caused him to turn until he calculated that Rill looked past him. Advent leaned back, head turning just a little too far for any normal human, but it snapped back when he sensed the gaze refocused on him.

A pause.

""...boo, I came down here and you want me to share Rill?"" He asked, swaying on his feet as if he was anxious. ""I mean, sure I do, all kinds of metal, but that means that I have to walk. And put in the effort. Do you know how much energy that outputs? I mean I could calculate it but the amount doesn't really matter. Consider, perhaps, that I don't have any. Let's say I didn't say I had any. Was that confusing? I hope it was confusing."" He beamed, his orange eyes flitting towards the utility closet.

""Buuuuut if you just want tofindsome then I can help! If I don't have to share I can help you find some. There's a lot in the trash and all, and maybe the shipyard? It's been a while since I've been down there but just look for whoever crashed this time."" He snickered.

@Deviant @ChronicRoot @Chrystal Dark @Braxton" 510,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-13T20:32:00,MonsterMistress,"Saersha listened to him explain the Valgaari’s lengthy lifespan, and their culture that rose from it. She kept her mouth shut through the whole thing, just listening, but not really sure how to compare with Lunarian age. They followed a different calendar than the rest of the universe, unfortunately, so she was at a disadvantage in that respect. Paskar says he’d live to be a few hundred years old, but what was that in Lunarian time? Without that frame of reference, she had to go by context alone. Perhaps it was about the same. While death was by no means something people looked forward to nor celebrated, it was always a preference to be written about and remembered after one passed in her own culture as well. But to the same degree as the Valgaari, not quite as much.

As the topic of discussion changed, The Lunarian nodded in agreement. All that matters is now, and now it seemed like they would be getting drinks. She laughed at his joke about his hands, asked for something mild to just gently calm her nerves but still keep her focus, and then deeply thanked Paskar for picking up the tab for her. This way, if she didn’t get the job, at least she’d have a bit leftover for a room for the night and try again somewhere else the next day. It was in this moment that the girl gasped in awe at the display the animal-like lady she saw earlier put on for them. She had never seen such acrobatics before in her life, and Saersha couldn’t hold back clapping for the woman. Though the following jiggles of her...assets...caused a fair pinkish-white blush cross the Lunarian’s cheeks.

More people entered the bar, but overall Saersha did not pay them much mind. She was just too intrigued by the bartenders working, how the one seemed to be so meticulous and have such a good handle on where everything was without even looking, as would be demonstrated by her annelids grabbing some mixers while her hands did other tasks. The other made an entire performance out of mixing, and again another blush crossed her face when the woman called her “cute.” “Oh...uhm...thank you.” She called out to Red with an embarrassed laugh as the drink slid into place in front of her.

The drink was very odd, having never seen something like that on her own planet. But as soon as her lips wrapped around the straw and the liquid touched her tongue, her taste buds lit up like fireworks blasting with flavor. It was so fruity and delicious! The various glowing spots across her body would twinkle just a little bit brighter as she drank, which would reflect in her widened eyes. “My compliments to the chef!” Saersha called out to the woman, recognizing she wasn’t a chef, but a bartender, but she felt the phrase would work in this instance as well. “And thank you again for spotting me.” She turned to Paskar, gently placing a hand on one of his arms briefly with a smile, before removing it again to grab her drink.

It was then she’d finally turn around and view who else was in the bar. It seemed to get much busier in only the few short moments she’d been watching the bartenders work. Maybe Saersha would be able to help in serving those drinks they made to the patrons at tables further away from the bar? Or maybe she could work with the fuzzy lady. She has heard there was entertainment at this establishment. Perhaps she was part of said entertainment with the grace and skill the woman had? Saersha was considered a great dancer back home, but she wasn’t sure her sort of dancing would translate to this sort of music. Maybe she could introduce a new style for a show or two?

So many thoughts were buzzing through her head, considering one idea over another, and then another. “How much longer do you think it would be before I’d be able to talk to the owner about a job?” Saersha asked Paskar, feeling a bit anxious, but also eager.

@Obscene
@Chrystal Dark
@Deviant" 511,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-18T23:46:00,ChronicRoot,"Dirke's gaze was now focused entirely on the bronze glucose bottle. ""That is... Very fortunate."" He ran his hands across the table and leaned back on the chair. ""I'll just ask for today's special with as much of that goodness..."" he pointed at the bottle ""... As you can cram into a single glass. Oh, and I'll have two right away."" With his order out of the way, he turned to the outspoken, chirpy android. Judging how much the bar worker had to say, Dirk had to admit it was a machine after his own heart. And a direct opposite of his travelling companion. ""It's no problem, we wouldn't want to chip away at your personal junk collection. I'm afraid metal isn't much useful to G. Zinc powder, though..."" he scratched his chin and regretted it almost immidiatelly, touching the healing wound beneath the bandages resulting in sharp pain. Barely visibly wincing, Dirke looked at the crystal android. ""Think that will do the trick?""
'G' didn't answer for a while, his lens moving forwards and backwards for a good while. Eventually the android shrugged and extended the not destroyed hand over the counter, waiting for the powder.
""I might want to take a look at the shipyard."" The purple alien gestured at the worker android with a raised finger, the other hand rummaging through the surprising amount of pockets in his jacket, most of them sewn in inside the garb. ""Might find something off my list and I'd be willing to pay for valuable infor-"" Dirke's smile went away for a split second as movement of the searching hand became more and more erratic. Finally, he raised both his hands, chuckled nervously and patted the counter, glancing at his companion and placing a holoprojector of the size of a pin on the metal. ""Em... As I was saing... I could pay for information on any item from this list."" A blue window popped up from the mechanism, names of rare, chemical compounds slowly moving across the screen. Dirke was clearly upset about something, upbeat tone in his voice now slightly shaking. ""Em... All of these compunds are from a single company that used to have turf on the land. It went bankrupt but there are rumours that- You know what?"" Dirke turned off the projector and hid it inside his pocket. ""Doesn't really matter, can't focus with all this..."" he gestured at his face. ""... itching and burning. Besides, people come here to get drunk and forget about their job, not talk about it. How're those drinks coming along?""
@Deviant
@Sero" 512,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-24T09:03:00,Miren Baines,"It was one of those nights again wasn’t it?

The call said that it was going to be a mess but as everything else that is passed on from headquarters division, nothing would have come close to the overall chaos that had transpired in Room 118, The Epiphany’s Voice, a supposed VR Pleasure Lounge where the high, mighty, and those that would rather be unseen let their guard down to dabble within the latest cravings that fashioned the times. It was bad news from the start, across the holo crime scene lines, through the main double doors of the lobby, began a very violent tale that led all the way up to the VIP penthouse on the 20th floor.

The first body found was that of Massis De’Vire, the half-humanoid Ghelm who had been displaced by a few well aimed shots to her mid-section. It was apparent that it was sudden the way her body was found, slumped to the side of her hover chair with four fist sized penetration holes, two upon her chest, and two just below her abdominals, allowing a gore dripped view of the wall with carnage behind her. It was no doubt a professional, as Ghelm’s were graced with two hearts, while they had the ability to harden their skin to reflect most projectile weaponry. The hint of it all was most, unless of course you had what the killer used, a suppressed hand weapon with tungsten carbide explosive rounds. Cade surmised it was instantaneous but the short explosions probably sounded like dull thumps within the sound proofed rooms of the Epiphany. This would have explained why no one bothered to check, after all, anyone who did most likely shrugged their shoulders, and passed it off as some wild romp between another guest and their playmate.

It didn’t stop there.

In the main elevator that was powered down with its doors open provided another scene by our armed mystery intruder. It was a random customer, medium build, who used to be able to talk once upon a time though the serrated jugular cut that parted his throat would have fooled the living. The ID ran to someone from the business sector but nothing that arose suspicion beyond being at the right place but not so much the right time. It was a clean cut. The arterial spray arched to the opposite side, and our death dealer skillfully maneuvered so that none of it had caught him – or her from the recent reports that had been piling up about a rising rumor concerning bodies turning up throughout the Metro area.

Cade was up to two bodies so far when he finally passed more holo police barriers to room 118, as records verified that a Nathan Aramand, CEO of Faraday and Gloucester, a hedge fund firm and Mutli-Galactic market broker, had rented it for the grand sum of 800,000.00 platinum credits. It was indeed the world of riches beyond most would dream, but unfortunately for him, the dream itself ended with a rather extravagant bang from the look of the place after forensic teams got done with it.

This was all in his mind as he passed the entrance to Radius, the infamous yet well-known establishment within the bowels of Osiris’s Lunar Colony. It was the exact place to find a lot of things – a good time, a meeting between obligated parties to establish whether you walked on your own legs the next business day, a secure getaway for both the lawful and the deadly, where all sides committed themselves to an estranged code of silence while resting the necessary actions that otherwise would make them enemies topside. This was a welcome stop --- a bit pricey for those who didn’t know someone of someone, but for Cade, having such connections and a myriad of favors to be collected was a special currency often used by Osiris Investigation Agency detectives. It was well known he traveled and walked a dangerous line between that of the gangster and law man, which often brought the ever eye of OIA's internal Affairs.

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Cade passed through the neon colored laser lights and exotic holograms as he looked around with his dark eyes, adjusting to the secretive seductions of both light and shadow, taking in the fragments of conversation between deep space cargo pilots, gamblers probably skirting the trade commission authorities, lone drifters with untold wealth at their disposal, spacers, business representives, and a cultural buffet for anyone’s universal fetish. There were gasps within the infused music and euphoria where the outlined shapes of instant lovers were seen using the ambiance as their lusts parleyed towards back room sessions with the clicks of verified purchases from data pads.

It was all here.

An entire living proof that the seven deadly sins were quite welcome to run rampant should one want to sink their teeth into the provided apples that Radius dangled. Cade maneuvered along the glow in the dark tables that were filled with patrons and found his spot, not too far from the main bar promenade but positioned so that he could see who was making their way in and who was attempting to shuffle out. Cade placed his fedora down upon the smooth surface of the table top within his lounge booth and pulled up the holographic drink menu. Earthen aged Whiskey on the rocks, with a preference for a certain brand that most didn’t bother with, overshadowed by the one thousand other exotic offerings for anyone’s galactic tastes. It was then that Cade sat back, dressed in a particular suit with proper heft, layered in synthetics, with a white collared shirt of the same fabric and a blood red tie with regimental stripes. There weren’t any mistakes made though with some eyes that flowed over in his direction in case there was an idea of a lucrative robbery that crossed their minds for he had the markings of a specialized nature, often found with the types who made people with too much curiosity disappear. Cade pulled out a mobile carry case and took out a cigar to examine it before he smoked. Cade lit the end as the environmental systems kicked in to filter the smoke of its corrosive fumes as his eyes laid upon the gyrating shapes of dancers, alien species too many to count, and the evening’s patron flow." 513,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-24T22:45:00,Chrystal Dark,"

And there he was. Of course he didn't exactly realise that just yet. The invitation hadn't been formally extended. Jazire watched as the dishevelled looking human entered the club, looking as out of place as a sixteenth century knight would look in a bar in 1920's Chicago. Only his vest marked him as not being some nerdy cosplayer or a time-capsule traveller, but even that was something that looked like it went out of date thirty TYs ago. The rest of his attire was clearly an affectation, designed to make him look like a character from a 300 TY old entvid.

Jazire loathed cops, and she utterly despised bent cops, but this one had proven ...useful on an undisclosed number of occasions in the past. This time she was taking a bigger risk than normal, because the stakes were higher this time around.

She pinged Squil on their private channel and placed a reticle in the V'zaxan's field of vision over where Detective Baines sat at a table further into the club.

FETCH

She sent the word into Squil's brain and her bodyguard nodded understanding and stood, shouldered the autocannon as if it were a plasma carbine and made her way over to where the detective sat, eyeing the room. The V'zaxan stopped in front of Baines' table and smacked a tentacle on it with a wetsplop sound to be sure she had his attention, then pointed a tentacle at the detective, pointed the same one at her empoyer, then took a half step back and made a sweeping gesture with four of her tentacles, clearly indicating that Baines should precede her and move towards Ms Almaran.

@Miren Baines" 514,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-24T23:45:00,Miren Baines,"@Chrystal Dark

Instead of a drink, what he had gotten instead was the charming introduction of good old Squil. It was so charming that when her rubbery like appendage slapped the table, there was an audible stretching sound that reminded him of the time he had to shoot himself out of a situation at Dinh Wu’s Asria Infusion restaurant in downtown Orsi’s Asiria district. In the fashion that was known for his entrances and exits, he distinctly remembered how he had to turn over the aquatic tank that held a rather dangerous Hercules Squid, yellow and orange in color, found within the deep waters of a planet called Zemran VI known for its deadly oceanic beasts. It was --- an adventure. Watching a few members of the mob’s hit squad get wrapped up within the vices of a pissed off squid while the cooks and kitchen help threatened himself and everyone else with laser blades and other deadly cutlery.

“Squil --- you shouldn’t have --- and you know despite what they say, you can be one hell of a sucker for a conversation,” he said while looking at her, “Although with that many tentacles, I bet you’re pretty popular at the Anime Adult Film festivals aren’t you?”

Cade knew Squil’s limitation and didn’t press any further for in truth, her tentacles were probably the result of some of the missing bodies that were found in the sewer systems around town. Squil was onThe Listor what his circles called the paper work of those that never came to be, the cases that never went before a magistrate, and a member of the kind that are hardly asked questions but will sometimes provide a good lead or two in order to even things out. She was probably also the result of the sucker hickies seen after hours but he’d rather not go there with such species and their nocturnal activities in detail that weren’t already greased into his mind.

“I get it…” he said, “Jazire must want to talk to me – it can’t be a bar tab… and I don’t think any of her associates have been locked up recently… this should prove interesting…” he said to himself.

He arose while he placed his hat back upon his head and with the cigar burning between his lips, fixed his outer coat, before he headed towards the bar as directed.

“What do you know Jaz…,” he greeted, “What would you need from your favorite gum shoe tonight? Don’t tell me --- you found questionable ladies lingerie in your apartment and you want me to hide in dumpsters and air ducts to get juicy holo-vid evidence of yet to be found debauchery?”" 515,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-26T08:27:00,Obscene,"Paskar admired what could hardly be called anything less than a beautiful and elegant performance by Red. Something as simple as mixing a cocktail, she turned into a display that emphasized the entirety of her alien physique. In the process, it surely caught the eyes of many onlookers. Even Paskar took note, though his internal passions were as readable as a cut of obsidian. When all was said and done, the Radius signature cocktail finished and slid towards Saersha with a bit of flourish, the red giant glanced at the thick chrome bangle wrapped around one of his wrists. Sure enough, the ding to his cred account pinged off, Paskar tapping across the screen to double the recommended tip. ""Thanks, Red."" Even the warmest of replies he could give was still gruff and gravely to those that weren't acquainted with the Valgaari. Still, Red was and received a slight nod in addition before Paskar scanned the room once again. All seemed in order, the patrons of interest he'd visually tagged to keep a closer eye on were behaving as well.

A minor roll of his shoulders to relax somewhat, Paskar returned his inky gaze back down at the Lunarian, seeing her take to her drink with gusto. He hadn't gotten what he'd requested, but it depended on the availability of the larger glasses. No harm done really, drinking on the job while not against policy, was hardly the best of looks for an enforcer like him. ""Don't even think about it. Perhaps if I'm ever down on my luck, you'll be there to spot me some credits."" Truthfully, Paskar wasn't concerned over such a possibility, but people tended to be more trusting of an individual if they performed an action for some purpose rather than out of the supposed goodness of their hear; which of course Paskar found to be a strange idea. ""

I believe you should be fine to check in with the boss, give me just a moment."" Her eagerness was palpable, and Paskar felt a warmth flow through his veins as it washed over him, coinciding with her brief touch of his scale-covered arm. That same arm was the one with his wrist device, which he brought to his mouth after activating the communication line to his boss's office. ""Ahja’na,"" Paskar began, with an impressive ability to dictate the Corig's name despite its alien origin even to him. ""Paskar here, I see the others are back to their duties, so if you're available, I've been approached by someone interested in employment."" Surely with the recent firing of Bilroa there was room for another staff member. Paskar paused to view Saersha with perhaps a more critical eye this time, wondering at what kind of role she could serve. The Lunarian had a stunning look, that much was certain, after all, he was fixated on her glowing accents as she delighted in her drink. If things fell in her favor, Ahja’na would likely have her in a public-facing position.

Nodding at the thought, at how she would be a welcome addition to the Radius family, Paskar decided to throw a bit of his weight in her corner to butter up the boss. ""I can't judge their capabilities but you know that I've got a sharp eye for someone's character. I think she'd be a great fit. So should I send her on up?"" Ahja’na's response wouldn't be over the wrist device's speaker, instead, it played through a tiny earpiece that Paskar wore in one of his ear slits.

@Villains
@MonsterMistress" 516,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-10-27T04:39:00,Deviant,"

Rill’s pleasantly poised expression was pulled from one of sympathy with the unfortunate sugarfiend and his companion’s current state to a playful chuckle at Advent’s outright admission of it. Though she was grateful for his good-natured sincerity, the Spirazoan’s nose still found itself wrinkling faintly as the android began to - was that awhine?- about outputs.

“I have an idea how much energy that 'outputs.' I, too, have to expend energy in order to accomplish workplace tasks, you know. Everyone does - their inputs are what tend to vary.” Clearly, Rill hadnotbeen confused by Advent’s rambling, and her tone, though still mild, had stiffened ever so slightly. Had her gaze followed his not-at-all-suspicious glance toward the utility closet as well, or was that just a trick of the club’s lights against the faint, amber glow that tinted her eyes? Whether or not she’d picked up on his unspoken admission, she didn’t belabor the point that energy was something upon which everyone relied, instead turning her attention back to the pair on the customer side of the bartop. Energy was, in a way, Radius’ trade.

Sugar was a common enough energy source across the galaxies, and though its form often varied, the glaze in a sugar-loving species’ eyes was always the same when presented with a bottle of thick, syrupy glucose concentrate. The purple customer’s appreciation was obvious, so already, while a pair of annelids rooted around in one of the drawers to Rill’s right and eventually produced a jar of greyish powder labeled “Zinc,” another pair went to work retrieving a bottle of something clear from the wall behind her. The vessel of powder, Rill dropped into the bot's outstretched hand, while the alcohol, she took into her own, much softer hands to uncork.

“Of course, Advent could show you to the shipyard in a little bit if you’d like - but for now, I’d be happy to ring you up for the refreshments, or to start a tab for you. If you happen to have your credit chip handy...” While her apologetic smile returned for Dirke and G - she didn’t always ask for payment up front, but Dirke’s sudden anxiety had her feeling the urge to play it safe - Rill’s honey-colored gaze slid sideways from the crystal bot and over his violet companion’s head to give Paskar a wordless up-nod in recognition. Rill already had a trio of annelids at work, two supporting a large stein and a third pulling the handle of a tap labeled “Up All Nitro.” Her ""braid,"" with three annelids pouring a beer and another four tidying the areas from whence she'd retrieved the alcohol and zinc, was considerably thinner now, and her silhouette considerably less human, despite the dark coloration that helped her annelids blend into the bar's bottle-studded background lighting.

A soft hiss announced the release of pressure from the tap system, and while Rill asked for the customers’ intended form of payment, beer began to pour from the tap's spout, more of its qualities becoming clear as it filled the heavy glass. It was as dark as any corner of Radius, with a pale, tight foam that rose steadily to the brim of the stein in a creamy head until Rill released the tap and straightened the glass. Now, all three annelids worked together to carefully set the drink down. That thing washeavy, and she wouldn’t want to injure herself or spill the contents before Paskar could enjoy them. By the time she looked toward the bouncer again, however, he was engaged in conversation with his wrist device. A faint frown creased Rill’s brow - he wasn’t usually distracted, from what she knew of Paskar - but his drink could wait. Her focus was quick to return to Dirke and G, an expectant smile quirking the bartender's lips at the corners.

@Sero @ChronicRoot @Obscene" 517,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-11-07T23:38:00,Villains,"
Rather than a message return directly over the comlink, Paskar would be met with the familiar whisper of his employer’s telepathy.

<Bring them up. This one has a free moment to discuss availabilities.>

The Corig had settled into the form of a miasmatic cloud around the collection of monitors occupying their desk, the front of their mask tilted precariously in its bed of mist, seemingly preoccupied over the monitor scanning the dance floor of the club. Something was amiss. Ahja’nai wasn’t sure what felt off, but as time passed, there seemed to be a clear gap in the happenings and not happenings of the club. The Corig wasn’t troubled, but a curiosity of some variety squirmed to the surface of frequently placid thought processes.

Paskar would receive a second message within the span of thirtyish seconds.

<When you have a chance, please get in contact with Daxet. Without Nova and Reyr present, this one fears her vacation may need to end sooner than expected.> A pause. <This one never thought they would say this, but Radius requires more exposed flesh than is currently present.>

@Obscene @MonsterMistress" 518,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-11-08T01:24:00,Chrystal Dark,"

""Defective Baines. Such a shining wit. Unfortunately for you and fortunately for females everywhere you will never be a cunning linguist."" Jazire put as much scorn into her words as she could. ""Actually, I'm here to help you. And fuck knows you need all the help you can get..."" She paused then as a droid arrived with a bottle of Islay 2195 Single Malt Scotch Whisky. The genuine article all the way from a small island of the North West coast of a somewhat larger island , it's self of the North West coast of the single largest contiguous land mass on that insignificant little blue-green planet that was the home of the most troublesome species in the Galaxy. Namely her own. The droid placed the bottle and a glass on the table. Jazire rolled her eyes and said ""Two glasses please?""

The machine paused and removed a second glass from its built-in storage rack.

""You will join me in a drink, of course."" It was not a request. Jazire broke the seal on the bottle and poured two reasonably generous shots into the wide, low, flat bottomed whisky glasses. She treated the fine old spirit the same as a fine wine or cognac, swirling it around the glass to appreciate it's rich amber colour, the holding it to her nose to take in the aromas of woodsmoke and peat, then the first slow sip, swilling it around her mouth, feeling the alcohol, tasting the woody oaken flavour, the hints of tobacco and mahogany, then letting the rich liquid trickle down her throat, burning a path of alkaline destruction and warming the cold place where her soul should have been.

""Not bad for five thousand creds a bottle, wouldn't you say?"" She smiled and allowed some of the alcohol to work its magic on her. She needed to relax. ""Quite honestly, Cade, I'm not really in the mood for sparring, so let's get down to business. You are investigating the death of Ser Aramand."" Again, it was a statement of fact, not a question. ""I'm sure you are aware that the deceased was involved in, shall we say, less than whiter-than-white business transactions from time to time. The hit was carried out by a pro, and before you ask, no, I had nothing whatever to do with it. My sources are still working on whether Sera De’Vire was an actual target or just someone who got in the way, like the poor sod in the elevator.""

She paused for another sip, this time holding the alcohol in her bloodstream so it didn't cloud her judgment. Watching for a reaction form Baines. ""But you know all this, of course. What you don't know is who ordered the hit. Well, the thing is, I do. And I have sufficient evidence to get you probable cause. Basically, means, opportunity and..."" a pause, ""... motive. Of course that won't get you a conviction, but it might get you a warrant to subpoena some bank records.""

She took another sip while she wated for Baines to digest what she had given him for free. Of course any real information would come at a price. ""The question really is, what's it worth to you?""" 519,Radius [Sci-fi Walk-in RP],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/radius-sci-fi-walk-in-rp.18309/,2020-11-09T07:34:00,Sero,"""I'll show the shipyard!"" Advent sensed that if he resisted too much Rill would be onto him, and he wanted all of his parts. ""But you can have a drink."" He looked over the compounds and took careful note of them, now hyperfocused on the group in front of him. His eyes flickered when he noted the change of tone, the upset in the others voice. It made him smile, and be became dangerously, terribly curious.

""Oh did you lose something? Or do you not like your job?"" This was why Advent fixed pipes instead of people. ""Oh but I should let you relax. I'll check to see if I've seen any of those before!"" He knew he would only recognize military grade materials, but anything related would just make him more excited. ""You know, shouldn't you get a room too? Cleaning up might make you feeeel? Better?"" He chimed. ""And then you could get a tun- patch up?"" He swayed side to side again, chaotic data swirling through his head. He wanted to be a nuisance. He wanted to be a nuisance so bad. He swallowed and laughed to himself a little. Damn, faulty programming.

He guessed that Rill thought that the nervousness was from lack of funds. Perhaps! But Advent thought that was pretty clear. If they lost something, Advent was always up for an adventure but he didn't want to get in trouble for running off on shift. He liked being stimulated by all the new data that came through this area. Deciding to behave, Advent trot around Rill and picked up any plates or messes from other tables. It was a very quick jaunt, plucking things up and running away without a word before reappearing at Rill's side like the Grim Reaper at the end of someone's life. He had no intention of leaving her alone so long that this had his attention.

Rill's sacrifice to save other employees would not be in vain.

@Deviant @ChronicRoot" 520,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-22T06:28:00,CommanderRhath,"The sign on the front of the weathered wooden building said the “Smiling Fool” with an all too ironically happy looking mans face, now weathered and peeling, painted on the sign as well. Indeed one would have had to be a fool to smile at anything in this mean little excuse for a town, barely hanging on to the outskirts of the “civilized” lands with the huge dark forest looming all around it like a predator waiting to pounce and swallow the tiny flicker of humanity before it even got going. The inside of the pub wasn’t much more welcoming than the outside, but they did have plenty of barrels of good ale and a fire so…. The old man that owned the place and his grown daughter that served as cook and barmaid stayed busy enough, especially on blustery cold evenings like this one when the sun was fading behind the mountains and the winds came howling down with icy teeth to gnaw on ones bones and make them ache. Best place to be in town on a night like this was inside the worn walls of the Fool." 521,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-22T06:39:00,CommanderRhath,"Shyrden stared at the warm golden glow emitting from the run down looking pubs windows, and then she stared down at her icy mud encrusted boots. Her stomach chose that moment to growl as well, and the deep gash she had hastily and crudely bandaged alone the left side of her ribs and abdomen throbbed in pain in time to her heartbeat. Maybe something hot to eat and a drink would be ok to have here at this pathetic speck of a place on the edge of the wilds, a place where she could go pretty well unnoticed because of the amount of strange folk that wandered into little places like this from the wilds. Taking a deep breath and tugging her hood a little lower across her pale face and silvery white hair, Shyrden entered the pub. She took her seat in the far back corner with her back against the wall and used this vantage to observe the room while she waited to be served. Not too many people in yet, this was good. Shyrden relaxed just a bit as no one currently inside the pub looked like much of a threat to her. When the barmaid came she ordered a hot spiced cider and a bowl of the stew (special of the day apparently) and sat more or less just soaking in the warmth." 522,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-22T06:59:00,Braxton,"

Door slowly creaks with the press of digits cracking it open. Tall figure shrouded by a tan straw hat. A warrior returning by the scars that can be seen from side angles marring his face. Odin had took a bad gamble joining up when enlistment came through. His years had worn on him. He was only twenty two, but it looked like he had seen a lifetime when patrons met those unwavering blue orbs staring at bar counter. Long legs drape themselves over stool, and he speaks near silent to the bartender. A single shot of sake coming back. Odd, but he chooses not to drink it- instead gripping the tiny ceramic shot glass, and pouring the liquid over wrist. Someone to be forgotten. A promise to have a drink never fulfilled due to circumstance.

Fenrir had been patiently waiting Odin's return. Seeing the warriors come home was something the male had longed to see. It was sad, but necessary. When they saw the ones who didn't return it was obvious by looks in villagers faces. ""Hey, dumbass. You just going to ignore your family?"" Mouthy boy sprouting animal like ears through navy hair shouts as he wanders into the bar in tow. Tapping the slightly taller male on his shoulder. ""Didn't even invite me out for a drink.. Hm, how selfish.""

""I came here looking to escape my problems, and here you come."" Odin announces with annoyance. ""Bartender. A drink for me, my friend, and the patron over there."" He points to the woman sitting alone. ""How troublesome this all is..""" 523,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-22T07:05:00,CommanderRhath,"Shyrden stared at the free drink when it arrived as if it possibly contained a venomous snake or something. She stared in the direction the barmaid pointed to see a hulking warrior talking to some smaller male. Shyrden wasn’t use to anyone sending her drinks, and the fact he’d noticed her that much sort of set her a bit on edge. She decided to keep a discreet eye on him and to listen with all her might as he talked to his smaller friend. If they meant her harm she’d make them regret it. If not…well if not then it was a relief and she might even build up the courage to thank him for the drink." 524,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-22T07:12:00,Braxton,"""So.. did you see anything cool out there?"" Fenrir pushes away the hateful statement of older brother. Arms bent at the bar looking up to the raven haired male who was yet to show his face from under his hat. ""I mean.. I've never ventured far from town before.. I don't mean to be rude with the curiosity."" He looks over his brother's back carefully to eye the woman he had sent a drink. ""Oh.. so that's what this is about, huh?"" Elbowing the male in the side as he cracks a not so subtle smile. ""Looking for something to feel validated?""

Odin shakes his head at the incessant questions that stream from half breed's lips. Pursing his lips together, and reaching for the top of his hat. Slowly withdrawing it, and setting it under the stool he was sitting upon. Long flowing raven longs that hung just to his shoulders. ""There was nothing grand about what I saw Fenrir. I saw a lot of brave men risk everything. Some did not return."" Odin says simply, and looks to him, and then to the woman. ""I was just being nice. The place is nearly empty.. I'm sure we're all here for the same reason in one way, or another."" He then grips his brew the bartender had left, and lifts it to his mouth. Downing about half of it as if he was ravenously thirsty, and set it on the bar. ""What about you..? Don't you think it's a little rude to be in a bar when you don't drink?""

Fenrir gives a wave of his head back, and forth at the question. ""No. There's plenty to do here. Dancing, and the food.. It's not great, but it's better then the grub they serve over across the street.. Haha.""" 525,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-23T06:22:00,CommanderRhath,"So…the two men were soldiers s as me were close in some way. Friends, or even family perhaps as familiar as they seemed with one another. The smaller halfbreed male didn’t hold her attention that much but the scarred raven haired man reminded her of someone from her past…however the memory couldn’t surface from the gray soupy bog that was Shyrdens memory so after a bit she stopped trying and simply sat slowly sipping her drink her eyes on the table but her ears focused on the two men. Perhaps she’d hear something interesting. It would beat another night if roughing it out in the wilderness with nothing but the moaning of the wind in the trees for company." 526,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-23T06:39:00,Braxton,"Odin dismisses his brother with a hand gesture. ""Go then.. do one of those things."" He sounds irate trying to get the boy's attention focused elsewhere. Fenrir however is glued to the male tugging his arm. ""You know.. It may seem a little foreign for a war hero, or whatever, but it's not that hard to go over there, and talk to her. Instead of hoping she notices you in a soon to be packed bar."" What he said was true. Patrons had slowly started to drift in. Regulars returning from work, and other people needing just a bit of stress relief from the mundane reality of life.

""You're the one talking about her, not me."" Odin says turning to the hooded woman. ""You want another..?"" He says from across the room loud enough for her to seat, and makes a motion to the stool next to him with a cant of his head. ""C'mon then.. haven't got all night to play these games.""" 527,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-02-23T07:53:00,CommanderRhath,"Shyrden arched an eyebrow and frowned at the man and his indicated chair. Playing games? What games? Her green gold eyes took on an uncanny glow in the dim light. “Cmon then” he had said, as if she were a dog to come running over obediently and sit next to him? Was that how the females of his race behaved? Then he would find out soon Lycauthian women may not be to his taste. Shyrden locked eyes with him and then slowly and deliberately poured what was left of the drink he had sent over out on the floor. She then sat it upended back on the table and broke her gaze from his, now intended to ignore him completely." 528,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-04-01T20:55:00,Writenex,"

Daxton was walking down the path wearing his usual attire brown long sleeve coat dark blue pants brown belt buckle over the shoulder strap. He didn't have his weapons because he figured why bring them along when there were trees for miles of course a lot of them with no leaves on them must be that kind of season he guessed. He walked into town a few more miles down he came upon a weathered wooden building that said the smiling fool some play on words that is one must be a fool to smile in a place like this with a name like that. Maybe he won't smile then once he goes inside maybe he'll just frown at everybody or make an angry face that tells people to fuck off.

The sky was full of clouds and the trees were full of black crows that only squawked and looked around cocking there heads left and right after walking inside the sound of the door creaking open a bit the first thing Daxton noticed was the barrels then the fire they had going, it was cold out so this place was perfect for warming up. Daxton walked up to the bar right around the time Shyrden ignored the man entirely. He took a gander at her first just so he knew who he was talking too one never knew if he was talking to another human or something else entirely. ""Hey I'd like margarita please."" Daxton said to the barmaid." 529,Random pub on the outskirts of the wilderness,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/random-pub-on-the-outskirts-of-the-wilderness.24421/,2022-07-17T06:07:00,WickedUnrelentingVillain,"As the cold wind continued to howl, a solitary figure made the trek from the edge of the wilderness to the Smiling Fool. He was wrapped from head to foot in a tattered black travelling cloak, and while he was in town, he almost always kept the hood up so that his face stayed in its shadow. He had boots, but they were in poor shape - there were spots where the soles were worn completely through. He had no pack on his back, and no weapon hung at his side. As he pushed the door open, the owner of the Smiling Fool would glance up, and then promptly ignore him. The stranger, for his part, did not order food, nor drink, nor did he attempt to beg any from the patrons. He glanced around briefly - noting the wolf-eared humanoid and his companion, as well as Shyrden, the fellow cloaked figure in the room. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than it had the rest of the patrons, taking note of whatever detail he could from one that was, like him, hiding while in public. And then he bowed his head like a humble tramp should, and shuffled to sit on the floor near the hearth, along the wall and out of the way of the paying customers. Maybe there would be a trencher or some scraps of food tonight to eat. Maybe there would not be. But the fire was warm, and it made sense that one such as he would seek shelter on a night like this. He could expect not to be questioned.

And so the old fiend sat and listened to the chatter and gossip of the town.

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(If your characters have any better-than-human senses, message me, and I will give additional information as they would discover it)." 530,The Hentai Theater Rp,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-hentai-theater-rp.18084/,2020-08-30T22:55:00,Miasmith17,"it was a calm and rainy morning in the city, an old theater building sits alone on a not so busy street no one exactly knows why its there but there are rumors that few people went in and never came out.

But today you have recieved a email with a ticket for any movie at this theater, despite your worriness you let curiousity get the best of you and head to the theater

once there you scan your ticket at the entrance door and enter, the lights in the lobby come on and a female appears.....

the female stretch and yawn looking at you:""its been awhile since we had a customer, i'm eclipsa....you must be the lucky customers who received our tickets.....""

""so why us?""

eclipsa smiled:""this theater is a special theater, unlike others its magical and you can become part of the movie...she frown unfortunately our last guests have well not listened to our warnings so they are gone forever it caused many people to leave and never return""

she snap her fingers and the concession stand lit up with lights, inside it has condoms and movie snacks..... ""feel free to ask any questions about the place, the first two theaters will be ready momentarily you must first pick a film

as you look through the book of films ""wait these aren't movies.........also if you are magical does that mean you live longer?""

eclispa nod:""yes i am 110 years old...they are special films....""
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((to the mods if i need to change the female picture i can just that's the only one i found so far)

RULES:
1. if you haven't joined PLEASE DON'T REPLY TO THIS THREAD, there's a sign up page or send me a pm asking to join.
2. all hentai characters depending on which one we rp in will be age up to college or above......
3. please respect each others limits
4. have fun, we each have lifes that might cause us to get busy sometimes so dont worry if we dont reply now we will later on. " 531,The Hentai Theater Rp,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-hentai-theater-rp.18084/,2021-03-29T12:48:00,Miasmith17,"KT-chan" 532,The Hentai Theater Rp,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-hentai-theater-rp.18084/,2021-03-29T13:57:00,KT-chan,"Ameri, age 19, was starting her Spring Break in college. Although most of the students in her classes have tons of assignments to finish, Ameri was able to finish them all and turn it in to each of her classes before the deadlines. Now that Ameri was finished with her work and had the entire week off, she needed to find something to do. She tried to call her friends if they want to do something for the week, but they all told her that they were still busy with assignments or other Spring Break plans.

‘Great. Now what am I supposed to do?’ America thought to herself. Since she didn’t live with a roommate in her apartment, which was only a few blocks away from her college campus, she thought of doing something that she loved to do in private. Watching anime porn and reading smutty fan fiction. Most people who hear the word ‘Hentai’ thought that it would be about anime girls have sex with a bunch of tentacles. That is not entirely true in Ameri’s case.

Most of the hentai she would sometimes watch in her free time would most contain regular anime stuff like harems, reverse harems, fantasy worlds, yuri, yaoi, etc. etc. Ameri discovered her interest in hentai when was trying to find some new anime series to watch online. Unfortunately, she got caught up in a hentai series and became addicted to it. It caused her to feel and do naughty things to herself that she never expected to experience.

Just before she could start off by going on her phone to find one of her favorite hentai series, she suddenly got an email about receiving a ticket to a movie theater. Not wanting to lose this free opportunity, Ameri accepts it and heads to the theatre on the exact date and time. Although she did know what the movie ticket was for and what kind of movie this theatre was offering her, it was better than being cooped up in her apartment doing nothing but watch porn and read fanfics. By the time she made it to the place, she saw that there were a few people already in line at the ticket booth. Once Ameri had her ticket scanned and allowed inside, she didn’t expect someone at the entrance welcoming her. She also didn’t expect this entire theatre being enchanted and what kind of stuff they had in store. Namely, the condoms and lists of movies were the main ones that instantly made Ameri blush.

“W-Wait a minute! W-What exactly are we suppose to do in here? A-Also, these aren’t just movies! These are from hentai porn films!” Ameri stuttered as she stares at the book of films. Ameri looked like her body was shaking, her face was entirely flustered, and her expression made her look like she was going to pass out." 533,The Hentai Theater Rp,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-hentai-theater-rp.18084/,2021-03-31T12:21:00,Miasmith17,"

KT-chan said:

Ameri, age 19, was starting her Spring Break in college. Although most of the students in her classes have tons of assignments to finish, Ameri was able to finish them all and turn it in to each of her classes before the deadlines. Now that Ameri was finished with her work and had the entire week off, she needed to find something to do. She tried to call her friends if they want to do something for the week, but they all told her that they were still busy with assignments or other Spring Break plans.

‘Great. Now what am I supposed to do?’ America thought to herself. Since she didn’t live with a roommate in her apartment, which was only a few blocks away from her college campus, she thought of doing something that she loved to do in private. Watching anime porn and reading smutty fan fiction. Most people who hear the word ‘Hentai’ thought that it would be about anime girls have sex with a bunch of tentacles. That is not entirely true in Ameri’s case.

Most of the hentai she would sometimes watch in her free time would most contain regular anime stuff like harems, reverse harems, fantasy worlds, yuri, yaoi, etc. etc. Ameri discovered her interest in hentai when was trying to find some new anime series to watch online. Unfortunately, she got caught up in a hentai series and became addicted to it. It caused her to feel and do naughty things to herself that she never expected to experience.

Just before she could start off by going on her phone to find one of her favorite hentai series, she suddenly got an email about receiving a ticket to a movie theater. Not wanting to lose this free opportunity, Ameri accepts it and heads to the theatre on the exact date and time. Although she did know what the movie ticket was for and what kind of movie this theatre was offering her, it was better than being cooped up in her apartment doing nothing but watch porn and read fanfics. By the time she made it to the place, she saw that there were a few people already in line at the ticket booth. Once Ameri had her ticket scanned and allowed inside, she didn’t expect someone at the entrance welcoming her. She also didn’t expect this entire theatre being enchanted and what kind of stuff they had in store. Namely, the condoms and lists of movies were the main ones that instantly made Ameri blush.

“W-Wait a minute! W-What exactly are we suppose to do in here? A-Also, these aren’t just movies! These are from hentai porn films!” Ameri stuttered as she stares at the book of films. Ameri looked like her body was shaking, her face was entirely flustered, and her expression made her look like she was going to pass out.

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Eclipsa explained to her:""calm down ameri.....this place you can enter movies and become part of them or just watch them, but if you stay too long in them you might get stuck......""" 534,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2018-03-23T07:19:00,Villains,"

The One Night Stand

The One Night Stand is a place of legends, frequented by countless supernatural miscreants of Valesport regardless of the ancient appearance of the complex. In a less populated part of town by the docks, a line of closed businesses decorates either side of the street, with the eccentric bar seated right smack in the middle. From the outside, there’s little to the One Night Stand that sticks out, save for the small hanging sign with the name. A short walk from crumbling sidewalk to the door gives you a view of the entrance decorated in archaic symbols most wouldn’t be able to decipher – but sensitive souls might notice they resonate decaying dark energy, perhaps offering a warning to anyone who enters.

This bar isn’t your normal dive bar.

The policy is an open bar at the ONS, but usually, when a bartender is available, they're willing to serve. The main barroom branches directly from the entrance, and a collective of tables, chairs, and booths seem comfortably spaced for a large population looking to enjoy their privacy. The main counter is a different story, with stools tightly compacted for intimate conversations among the more social customers. Posters line the walls, stating various slogans, phrases, and obscure rules - but they're antiquated and falling apart, hinting at the true age of the run-down establishment. The floors and walls are wood, and surprisingly clean considering the sort of patrons the bar attracts. Foreign runic symbols are engraved every so often, ostensibly burned into the wooden surfaces evenly throughout the length of the building, and upon closer examination, one might note the strange and ancient magic they seem to contain.

The windows are spaced and dreamily paned, giving the outside world an artistic and surreal appearance to the viewer. A worn down sofa and love seat set are also available near the fireplace in the farthest corner from the door, which appears out of place in the rough and tumble main drinking hub, yet are a popular spot for those simply looking to get out of the cold.

Through a door to the side of the counter, one would find the kitchen and all the amenities provided within. This portion of the One Night Stand has been renovated in (semi)recent times and has practical versions of the usual appliances and tools for preparing, cooking and storing food. The ingredients within are typical ones for an Americanized establishment, but once something is stocked, it has a tendency to be restocked at the end of each evening. In large writing across the wall beneath the door frame, it reads
'Please don't screw here! This is where we make our meals!'

(This is in the vein of logic as the message one would be able to find in the public bathrooms, but those are located off near the fireplace common area.)

Leading down from the kitchen through the back of the pantry is a wine cellar that is used mostly for alcohol storage. The door is always locked and has no real purpose other than to store Errol's collection of vintage wines.

A stairwell leads from the entryway of the barroom to a long corridor of the exposed upper level, though it seems only to serve as a funnel for the seemingly endless rooms the inn portion of ONS is able to provide. More of the strange runic symbols cover the walls and floors of this hallway and indeed are included in the rooms, should one choose to stay the night. Each room consists of a king sized bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a lamp, a chest, wall shelving, a personal bathroom, and an alarm clock. These features never change, but other qualities of the somewhat uniform rooms might. Lucky guests have windows, and some are balcony view or fitted with bay windows. Others might have a vanity or extra chairs, or maybe even a full sized bathroom with a tub, rather than just a shower stall.

Lastly, somewhere in the bar is a passage that leads underground, and through it, one can find themselves traveling a series of intricate tunnels that seem to follow the metro system of the city. What the purpose of these tunnels was, no one is sure of yet, though the mystery may one day be solved, should anyone choose to investigate it.

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The city itself is similar to Boston, meaning it’s on the waterfront of the Atlantic (or whatever the fantasy equivalent would be). The name of the city is Valesport. The weather, transit system and general look/feel are all the same as a northern eastern US city, so keep that in mind when posting.

⊱ Downtown

Downtown is considered the red light district and usually contains little police presence, due to how unmanageable the populace who live here is. The One Night Stand is located here, and this area is closest to the docks. Half the businesses are boarded up, and the other half are unsavory to some degree.

⊱ Midtown

This is where the city generally thrives, and the area plays host to a rich mecca of culture and business, giving the economy just enough of a boost to continue its steady life.

⊱ Uptown

Known as Brighton, the rich and powerful often choose to live and work here, though it offers little else for the average citizen. Minus the more upscale activities one could partake in here, like the opera, this isn't the place to go for typical bar goer fun. It is, however, considered the safest portion of the city - meaning police activity is high and the crimes committed here are always kept track of and looked in to.

⊱ The Docks

Remnants of the port city's past, the Docks are seldom bothered with by anyone outside the fishing and canning industries, though even those workers seem scarce now due to how uninhabited the waters have become in recent years. The businesses that still try their luck in this area do so ineffectively, and generally just leave behind more skeletons for the building graveyard it's become. Older houses encroach on the beaches, but they're few and far between, and only continue to exist because the city is incredibly proud of it's older properties and their 'historical value'.

IC Tavern Rules:

> Fighting belongs outside the bar.
> If they said no, they meant no.
> Drink what you want, but tips are per drink, not per night.
> Upstairs are rooms. Those are where you strip - Not here.
> You break it, you bought it.
> Buying a lass a drink is polite. Buying the bartender a drink after an all-nighter is expected.

OOC Rules:

> ToS
> Be respectful to other writers.
> No Gods. That's no fun.
> Hunters/Humans/Werewolves/Vampires/Demons/Angels/Whatever are fine.
> No God Modding/Auto Hitting/Controlling someone else's character without their permission.
> No Kids. It's a bar.
> Anyone looking for work at the ONS can PM me or ask IC.
> (()) [[]] {{}} Brackets around your OOC chatter.
> Anyone is welcome to come in and role play. Walk-ins welcome. No profiles needed.
> The One Night Stand is magically protected, but the rest of the city is not. Go wild.

" 535,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2018-03-28T22:37:00,Xarfax,"""There you go, buddy! The One Night Stand!"" said the cab driver. Leo leaned towards the window and looked out at the sign, finding himself intrigued. During his journey here from Europe, he had heard a lot about this particular place. It was a bar for the.... Odd kind of beings in this universe.
""That'll be 20 bucks!"" Leo looked at the driver, unsure if 20 was a lot or little. Nevertheless, he dug out the money from the inside of his long brown thick coat.
""There you go. Thanks for ride."" he spoke in a thick east-european accent before getting out of the cab.

He shivered for a moment as he adjusted his coat, to protect himself from the cold seawind. The place looked emtpy, almost dead. But if there was one thing he knew, it was that the looks could be deceitful. He stepped to the door and opened it lightly. The warmth of the place hit his face and felt welcoming. He closed the door behind him and walked to the bar.
""Hello? Is there anyone here?"" he asked." 536,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2018-03-29T04:20:00,TheBurd,"The wine cellar was dark and silent, yet dry and pleasantly-cool. It was, arguably, the most peaceful place within the bar, and so perhaps it was fortunate that the bolt-hole picked that particular spot to spit out its occupant. The dim quiet of the cellar was suddenly disturbed as the air seemed to shimmer, like it would in the middle of a hot summer day. With a sound somewhere between a firecracker and a hiccup, a rift of light tore open in the center of the room just long enough to spit out a gangly body, then collapsed in on itself, leaving the cellar silent once more.

For a minute or two, the creature it had deposited didn't stir, but then a limb twitched, a shiver rustled its auburn fur, and with a quiet groan, Faun uncurled herself and groggily sat up. She could have passed for a satyr of myth, although generally, satyrs were pictured with a bit more dignity than the fearful being peering about. This didn't...looklike the Hedge. Didn't feel like it either, though there was still an undercurrent of magic in the air that made her nose itch. She rose unsteadily to her feet, cloven hooves rapping softly against the wooden floor. Her tail swished about her hocks for balance, and a pale, wide-eyed face was just visible under her messy auburn locks. The faun twitched an ear, listening intently, but it was quiet as the grave here.

Now she just had to figure out where 'here' was.

Careful stumbling about in the darkness led her to brush her hands over what felt like a door, though when she tried to turn the knob, it wouldn't budge. It took her another minute of fumbling to find the lock and unfasten it, allowing her to shoulder the heavy cedar door open and step into the hall. She could hear distant music in a style she didn't recognize, but it certainly sounded like nothing one would have heard in the Faerie wilderness. Walking as quietly as possible for a hoofed creature, she followed the sounds, unsure what she would find." 537,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2018-03-29T06:37:00,Villains,"On three-inch heels, Chance sashayed through the less populated downtown section of the city, mindful of the ocean air and the chill trying to push up the hem of her obsidian skirt. Blonde locks fell in rich spindles, cascading down her mink wrapped shoulders like gold spun thread, begging to be teased by adventurous fingers. Cherry lips wore a smug variety of smile, akin to how predatory big cats were often thought to grin while bloodied and full. Perhaps she was a similar sort of beast, wrapped in a guise of buxom physique, carrying herself in a manner that appeared all too easy to appreciate but increasingly difficult to understand. Her aura was hungry, contrasting, a mess of dark tendrils lapping up the length of her bare legs and thighs, though the Fae offered no more attention to the unseen energy than other passersby might. To anyone without the ability to see such things, Chance posed no imminent threat.

Her travels led her to her usual haunt, the dilapidated state of the tavern failing to register as a problem for the Fae as she slipped through the rune-infused entrance to follow on the heels of a gentleman visitor. Cobalt hues traced the male before she carried on past him, leading the way to the bar counter and the unattended liquor shelves. In doing so, she also shot the unknown femme a look through the dim of the hallway, curious but not so much to engage just yet. First things first. ""It's an open bar,"" She said to no one in particular, her tone warm and verbose so not to antagonize anyone who might be skittish about being addressed. ""Compliments of the bar itself. Funny how that works, isn't it?""

Countless years of frequenting the ONS and Chance was no more knowledgeable of the machinations behind the tavern than any of the other patrons were. Errol, the owner, swore she knew even less than the metahumans she often served and Chance believed her. The blonde made herself a messy whiskey sour sans the egg white before gliding back around to the patron side of the countertop. Perching on a stool, her long legs crossed at their thigh, further pushing the skirt she wore up the expanse of her exposed surface skin.

""If you're seeking sanctuary, this is probably the closest attempt to any such thing in Valesport.""" 538,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2018-07-28T00:06:00,BoundObsession,"Colinhad been in the bar over an hour, curious to see what clientele it attracted. He hated being a vampire, but there was one skill that creatures of the night had that he valued. Umbrakinesis! The power to manipulate shadows in order to disappear from sight. And the One Night Stand had plenty of shadows that he could use. Especially in the corner booth he had taken up residence in. It was farthest from the fireplace, so it got the least amount of light. Not that he intended to stay invisible forever, but just long enough to observe who would be coming into the establishment. But so far, only two people had entered. At least by the front door. He sensed a third presence, though they weren't in the room. He would have liked to stay invisible longer, waiting for more patrons to come in. Unfortunately, he sensed in the tall blonde an aura that said she was a woman with supernatural powers. As such, she might have already detected his presence. And if not, she might be offended that someone would play hide and seek with one such as her. Besides, his glass was empty. And the bartender had yet to make an appearance. The woman's pronouncement that it was an open bar gave him an excuse to come out of the shadows for a refill. But first, he pulled out his pipe, filled it and lit it. A good scotch always went better with a good smoke. His tobacco gave off a scent of whiskey as it competed with the smoke of the fireplace.

Rising, pipe in one hand and his glass in the other, Colin emerged from the shadows and made for the bar. Giving a smile and a nod to the lady and the gent as he passed them, he slid behind the bar and reached for the Drambuie. Purists would probably scoff at his choice of scotch, but he liked the mixture of whiskey, honey and various herbs and spices. Just like he preferred aromatic tobacco to plain tobacco in his pipe. Filling the glass, he introduced himself.

""The name's Colin McDuff. It appears we're either incredibly early or the crowds' incredibly late. You look like a regular, my lady. So which is it? I'd been told this bar attracts a rather interesting clientele."" There was a hint of a Scottish accent to his voice, almost lost since it had been so long since he'd been in the highlands. He gave the woman a smile and held his hand out to take hers if she chose to introduce herself. She really was quite stunning. But with a predatory look in her eyes that few would probably recognize. Then again, Colin was a predator as well, so he knew that look. As for the lad, he looked lost. But if he was in the One Night Stand, he was probably here with a purpose." 539,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2018-12-31T06:04:00,Villains,"

A sculpted brow rose as the figure from the farthest shadows of the tavern made his way behind the bar counter. Deeming him harmless due to the nature of his questions, Chance settled her elbows against the wood so she might cradle her cheeks and lean forward, looking entirely too bourgeoisie for someone in seventy grand worth of mink. ""Oh, there's no real way of knowing. I imagine we might find ourselves surrounded in a few hours... or we might be alone."" Plush lips curling into an almost expectant smile, the woman relinquished a set of digits from her features and moved to take a sip of her drink. Left to incline on just one stilt of an arm, the other busied itself brushing a sheet of golden locks from the creatures' visage.

Her expression seemed thoughtful, though distant. A glance that might peer through the cosmos and find the reality best suited for the collection of creatures the One Night Stand catered to. ""I'm Chance Arden. A regular, yes, but I remain hopeful that my legacy might shine brighter than the obscurity of this establishment might otherwise allow,"" she paused, returning the swirling irises of her cobalt hues back to the newly introduced Colin, ""And I expect you're new to the area. Maybe not the city proper, but downtown doesn't seem to suit you."" Reaching for the collar of Colin's jacket, Chance attempted running the fabric between her thumb and index fingers to gauge the material.

""What brought you here? Are you waiting for someone?""

@BoundObsession" 540,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-01T03:43:00,BoundObsession,"""I'm seeking out others like myself, fair lady. Creatures of the night I met long ago. And no, I'm not from this area. I'm from Scotland by way of New Orleans.""

Colin put on a charming smile, giving the impression he was seeking out old friends. What he didn't say was that he was a vampire hunting other vampires. He'd been turned against his will many years ago and was in search of those responsible. His goal was to kill all vampires that had been present at the time of his turning. Extracting revenge, but without them knowing it was one of their own doing the deed. And once he'd extracted his revenge, he'd kill himself so as to prevent the cycle from repeating.

Colin had left Scotland for the New World shortly after the War of Independence and before the War of 1812. He'd served as an officer under Andrew Jackson at the Battle of New Orleans. But he'd had the misfortune of standing next to a cannon that had been overloaded with gunpowder. When it exploded, it hurled his body out into the no-man's land between the two armies, where he lay among the dead and dying, waiting for his own demise. As darkness fell, shadowy figures crept onto the battlefield. He thought they were coming to try and save those who were still alive. Or at least reclaim their bodies. But no, they were bloodsuckers intent on taking advantage of the brave men who lay dying there. Including Colin, who was in no condition to fight off the foul creature who sank it's fangs into his neck. When he awoke in a shallow grave three nights later, he vowed revenge on those who had preyed on him and his comrades-in-arms.

For a moment, Colin feared he might have let his smile slip as he recalled the past. Chance didn't seem to notice, though. However, it was hard to tell, since her expression didn't reveal much.

@Villains" 541,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-01T04:32:00,GMO,"There was blood on the cuffs of Detective Brock Winslow's shirt. His knuckles were still smudged with it, too. There was little doubt that Brock was the toughest sonofabitch cop in town, just as there was little doubt that he didn't get the job because of his education, brains, or ability to close cases but patronage from a high-ranking officer who appreciated Brock's toughness and willingness to hurt people in the line of duty. Of course, there is a considerable difference between stupidity and lack of education - and many people confused a lack of formal education with lack of intelligence. Brock Winslow was not a well-educated man.

It was a big man, and he seemed bigger. He was broad-shouldered and tall, with long legs. He wore a cheap suit because he couldn't afford better - blue, with a red tie, and even though he didn't have his shield out it would be obvious to anyone with the least touch of savoir-faire that he was a harness bull for the PD. He was good-looking, though world-weary, with dark hair and intense dark eyes.

He came into the bar because he saw it and wanted a drink. Increasingly, after a job from his patron, he wanted a drink. He did not understand anything about magic, and it would take considerable effort to get him to believe in it, anyway, but he had something special about him. He had a kind of shine. He didn't know it, or, rather, he had suppressed all knowledge of whatever talents he was born with.

At the door, he took it in. It seemed a little strange to him but the town was full of many strange things. It seemed... improbable that the bar worked on the trust system, but he had seen many an open bar in his day and recognized one here. He poured himself a double shot of bourbon - Four Roses, not bad - and took a sip. When he put the glass down, there was blood on its rim. That was his blood. The inside of his mouth stung like the dickens, so he took another drink." 542,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-02T02:18:00,Villains,"

Chance didn't need to hear the entire story to understand the gist of Colin's message. After all, when did anyone come looking for their kind without an ulterior motive? One might consider the act itself to be a bit cliche, but in reality, every single story to march through the doors of the tavern was cliche in its own right. Hers included.

The blonde gently swirled her drink before downing the remainder of liquor left in the glass, her sights taking careful consideration of the change in patronage. She could smell it before it came into view. Blood on the newest arrival, but small amounts. Enough to earn a thread of curiosity from the buxom fae. Unlike Colin, she had no attraction or desire toward blood itself. If she wanted to eat a man, she would eat him whole.

""I would tell you where I'm from, but it's far less interesting,"" she lied to Colin, her smile a beam of clean incisors that barely allowed their canine counterparts attention in the matter. ""Also, it has very little to do with why I'm here. Another less interesting fact: I just wanted a few drinks."" Rising to stand, the creature sauntered back to the area behind the bar so she might grab herself the bottle she had used before. ""I expected to find the bartender, but it looks as though she left the patrons to attend to themselves. I guess I'll put it on my tab,"" she teased between them, letting their proximity remain close even as she directed her sights to the suited fellow on the opposite side of the counter.

The newest, the biggest. He probably had a name, but she didn't ask.

""You might want to wash up. It seems as though you might still have a bit of blood on your hands."" Shoulders shrugging beneath the mink, Chance added, ""In case you care.""

@BoundObsession
@GMO" 543,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-02T04:11:00,Sanity43217,"

Life was difficult for Psammenitus. Despite his stunning looks, he was much older then he seemed. Only just coming to terms with modern life. It had been about a hundred and fifty years since theunwrapping partythat freed him. Before that, he spent over five thousand years trapped in a sarcophagus. At least he was now present in the present.

Having assumed the modern identity of Sam Scott, the ancient Mummy wandered the streets of downtown Valesport. Heading to one of his regular hangouts. The One Night Stand.

Entering the bar, his red eyes moved over the other patrons. He lacked the ability to sense other supernatural species without planting a rather simple amulet on them. Which was too much effort in this setting. He used his right hand to help slick back his hair before making his way behind the bar. Nodding a greeting to Chance who he had seen here a couple times before.

Once behind the bar, he leaned against it, faveing towards the shelf of spirits. He had to admit that alcohol quality had definitely improved in the last five thousand years." 544,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-03T03:17:00,GMO,"From the moment he'd entered, Brock had a crossing-a-black-cat, walking-across-his-grave feeling. When Chance spoke to him, it deepened, and deepened a bit more when Sam came in. It made him start to notice things. Not the old posters - lots of clip joints in town were wallpapered with old posters. But the signs on the walls. He'd been a cop for over a decade, and believed he knew every style of tag the town had. Clearly, he was wrong. He couldn't tell magic from a hole in the ground, but he felt the depth and power that his conscious mind didn't understand. He also felt the call of it, but didn't understand that, either, or had forgotten, or been made to forget.

To Chance: ""Most people are too polite to notice the blood. Here's a joke. What do you call a cop covered in blood? Sir. You call him sir."" He delivered it so deadpan it would be hard to say if he was joking or not. ""What's the deal, here? A joint like this? Didn't expect to see a smokeshow in a party dress. You're about fifteen blocks from the high-rent district.""

But he opened a bottle of sparkling water, put it in a glass, and used a napkin to rub the stains from his knuckles.

(My computer rebooted and I had to rewrite this. Curses!)

@Sanity43217
@Villains
@BoundObsession" 545,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-05T23:05:00,BoundObsession,"Two newcomers to the bar. One with red eyes that drew Colin's attention immediately. Only demons or the undead had those color of eyes. Colin's stayed icy blue except in a feeding frenzy. Either this gentleman couldn't control their color or didn't care to. Which seemed odd in someone so fastidious in their appearance otherwise. He seemed acquainted with Chance and the bar though, as he went behind to get his own drink. The bartender was loosing a lot of inventory if this was how she operated. Either that or she was depending on the honor system.

The other gent was a cop. The lame cop joke was unnecessary for Colin to figure that out. Clearly he'd never been in The One Night Stand before. And the joke? It was probably a nervous response to meeting a woman as stunning as Chance. But the gent wasn't wrong. Chance did look out of place in a dive such as this and in this part of town. Clearly dressed to impress, yet in a place where one wouldn't expect to find the cream of society. The way she ran her fingers along the collar of his jacket seemed an attempt to gauge his social status by the quality of his clothing. Which only seemed to confirm what he'd heard about this bar and it's unusual clientele.

Like sharks, vampires are drawn to blood. But Colin had managed to get a handle on that in his 250 years of existence. Besides, the blood was dried. And for the most part, it wasn't the cop's blood. He'd been in a fight recently. And from the size of him, heaven help the other person. Colin was a big man, but not nearly as big as this guy. So why was he here? Like Chance, he seemed out of place. But for different reasons. Colin could sense supernatural powers in Chance and the man with the red eyes. But the cop? It was hard to tell. There was a trace of the supernatural about him, but that might have rubbed off from someone else.

But politeness required introductions. So with a nod to the newcomers, he said ""The name's Collin McDuff. This is my first time here. And who you be?""

@GMO @Sanity43217 @Villains" 546,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-06T04:40:00,Villains,"

Perhaps it came with the territory, but Chance hardly batted a lash at the crimson-hued gentleman, used to far more monstrous beings waltzing their way into the tavern. It was always a roll of the dice whether a customer might appear skinless and daunting or colossal and clawed, the size of their teeth second only to the voraciousness of their appetite. Mr. Scott's nod earned one from the Fae, a silent assurance that he was in similar company even if the question of everyone's identity lingered well past formal introductions. Clinks of glasses being taken and poured into was a sign of progress, despite the apparently human officer in their midst.

""It appears as if the patronage is arriving in waves. Is this what you first envisioned of the bar, Colin?"" Chance mused softly, her sights offering a sidelong glance of acknowledgment. Planting herself back onto the weathered stool she had claimed earlier, her rear wiggled beneath the fabric of her dress, paying no mind to the rise of the material as she situated herself. Bare thighs were hardly a crime. ""And you're asking a rather personal question, Stranger."" Tipping her chin at the police officer, the woman went on to explain, ""I've been coming here so long, the matter of my station never comes to mind when I make time to visit. Now you, on the other hand, seem out of place in a place such as this.""

Settling her eyes on his newly cleaned knuckles, cobalt orbs remained investigative well through Colin's query of who this mysterious city official might be. Until she was distracted by her drink, Chance seemed content to pause her interactions, her staring likely considered invasive by the time she made her break-off sip of liquor.

""It's comfortable here,"" She finally replied, the curve of her smile appearing impish. ""And I expect there's something to be said about secrecy. This isn't the sort of place you learn about through word of mouth.""

@BoundObsession
@GMO
@Sanity43217" 547,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-08T03:19:00,GMO,"""Brock Winslow,"" he said to Colin. ""Nice to meet you. I'd shake hands but...."" He pointed to the blood-smeared napkin with a bit of a shrug. Normally, he didn't feel bad about that kind of thing - the violence - but they made him feel it tonight. There was no sense of justice, that they had somehow thwarted the system and deserved it. He kept these thoughts to himself. ""I'm new here, too. I was looking to get something to take the edge off and I found that, but this joint is...."" He looked at Colin, directly. ""Weird.""

He gave a rough smile towards Chance. ""That's not a personal question. A person question would be what color panties are you wearing, or what's your tax bracket. I'm being friendly. And, yeah, I'm feeling like a fish out of water, which I think is strange, because I've been cruising this neighborhood for years and years. You'd think that I'd been into every place that serves alcohol in this whole city, to be honest, yet, here I am, feeling like a fish out of water in what I thought was my town.

""I should add, no complaints. I like long-legged women in party dresses. But it amps up the disconnect.""

He sipped his drink. Idly: ""Everyone has secrets. If it's not a secret, it's probably not interesting.""" 548,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-09T15:33:00,BoundObsession,"""It appears as if the patronage is arriving in waves. Is this what you first envisioned of the bar, Colin?""

""Not quite,"" he answered. ""So far, this has been tamer than what I had envisioned. Perhaps I've come on an off-night."" He stared at those bare thighs of hers longer than was probably proper. But he had a feeling that was the response Chance was looking for from all the males in the bar.

Colin gave Brock an amused look and replied, ""I quite understand."" Brock seemed a talkative bloke. And quite curious about The One Night Stand.

Constables, especially a detective, which Colin assumed Brock was, were by nature inquisitive. They needed to know what's going on in their bailiwick. It was no different here than it was back in Britain. As someone who had killed, Colin would have been nervous, except that those he had killed tended to turn to dust when they died, leaving no forensic evidence. Convenient for him. Though carrying around a wooden stake lacked a certain subtlety as weapons go. On the other hand, they didn't require a background check.

But as curious as Brock was about the club, he seemed more interested in flirting with the lovely Chance. Not that Colin blamed him.

As he turned to get a refill on his scotch, Colin asked her, ""Do you need a refill, Chance?""" 549,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T06:30:00,FridayWolf13,"

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The city had a different buzz the moment she stepped foot inside, and it wasn't merely the people streaming through the streets as the young woman tried to remain vicariously on the outskirts of their endeavors. As she slipped between alleyways and farther from the constant crowd- despite the darkness that had fallen over the bulk of the buildings long ago- Hazel noticed the clear and electric feel of something undeniably mythical ahead of her. Body stiffening as she paused in the deep shadow of what might've once been an apartment complex, the redhead lifted her nose to the air and inhaled deeply. The slightest scent of undead and other not-so-human creatures caressed her senses. Instinct normally warned her far away from others- especially those that wandered the same path as her- but something entirely different possessed her form. Without much time to gather her thoughts, she angled towards the scent, tucking the thin cotton sweater tighter around the deep maroon dress that hugged her curved figure from her thighs and up to her wrists in its tight embrace.

A feeling of being impossibly safe and secure ensnared her being the moment she stepped foot on the threshold of the door, her pale green eyes glancing over the name of the establishment as she entered. The One Night Stand. Lip quirked at the corner, the fair-skinned young woman slipped inside. Dimmer even than the streets outside, save for the space near the subtly roaring fire in the far corner, the open room gave an inviting feel as she let the door fall shut behind her. The heels of her short pumps clicked softly over the wood as she sought out a table somewhat near the fire with instinctive quickness. Most of those already inside seemed to know the place, the familiarity apparent in their tones as she let her ears slowly adjust to their voices. Licking her lips as she settled quietly into a chair, she let her eyes slowly wander over the beings nearby. It was hard to tell what most of them were, except for the few who had highly distinguishable scents, including the undead with the brilliant crimson gaze and the hulking human near the bar.

Hazel leaned her elbows against the tabletop and slowly exhaled as she let the low tones of conversation soothe her into a somewhat comfortable feel. There'd been other places warded similarly for supernatural beings, but none that had felt as homely. And certainly none with an open-bar policy, Hazel finally noticed. Her eyes narrowed and she gazed curiously at those coming and going from the collection of drinks. She was almost drawn closer- alcohol had little effect on her, but it'd been a long time since she'd been able to converse with others normally- but caution kept her seated uncertainly where she'd placed herself.

" 550,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T07:07:00,BoundObsession,"Colin noticed the girl enter the bar out of the corner of his eye. He was tempted to tell her to come and join the group, but decided not to. If she was sitting alone, it was probably because she wanted to be alone for the moment. The bar was still male-heavy, but now Chance was no longer alone. The last thing the newcomer needed was a rush of testosterone headed her direction. So he caught her eye and gave her a smile and a nod to let her know she wasn't being ignored, but could come over in her own time.

Like everyone else but Brock, she had an air of the supernatural about her. And Colin really wasn't there weren't latent undiscovered powers in Brock as well. The fact that he'd found this place that was normally hidden from humans seemed to indicate that he was more than he seemed.

But one thing was certain. Colin had yet to find those he was looking for. Still, the night was young. He turned his eyes back toward Chance, still waiting on her reply, while he in the meantime poured another scotch." 551,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T07:46:00,Villains,"

Chance offered a small hum in response to Colin's comment, her lips pursed and plush while she shrugged beneath the weight of her furs. ""I expect civility only lasts as long as sobriety does."" With her vision seeking the new figure as they entered the establishment, the woman assessed the newcomer with mild interest before that was stolen by the conversation at large. An open conversation, of course, that likely traveled the distance between the two parties.

""Oh, now you're being ridiculous. As if I would wear panties."" The blonde teased the cascade of her blonde locks, winking. ""I expect you have every right to be confused. If I mapped out the metropolitan area just to find a mystery bar in my precinct, I would also feel disoriented. That said, I assure you that the One Night Stand isn't new. Likely a topic of conversation for the owner when she isn't shrugging off her duties, but our community has always been rather... tight-knit. You see the same faces in passing, you spend evenings with the usual suspects, so to speak.""

Reclining slightly on her bar stool, the Fae untucked a cigarette case from her cleavage and popped it open. Taking out a slender cigarette and an overly ornate pack of matches, she lit it before continuing with her thoughts.

""So, Brock - Perhaps you were meant to be a regular. If you like attractive women and free drinks, what's to dislike? Think of it like a club that doesn't have a membership fee."" She sniffed once, and then a second time, as if something in the air was distracting her from her thoughts. ""Oh, right. Yes, Colin."" Pushing her half-drained beverage toward the Vampire, she asked, ""Do you know how to make a Roman Holiday?""

@GMO
@BoundObsession
@FridayWolf13" 552,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T08:20:00,BoundObsession,"""A Roman Holiday? My but you have exotic tastes!"" he replied with a grin. ""I can make it if all the ingredients are here. I can't guarantee however that it will be bartender quality."" He started searching for the Campari and the Amaretto. Wait a minute. Not Amaretto but Amaro. And what was the name of the rum?

""Damn"", Colin muttered under his breath. Was he trying a little too hard to impress? Then he chuckled to himself. Probably! But it wasn't like he had anything better to do.

He glanced over at the girl at the table while gathering the ingredients together. ""If there's anything you need while I'm behind the bar, let me know,"" he called out. He couldn't claim to be an expert on all drinks, but during 250 years, he'd learned a few." 553,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T09:17:00,GMO,"Brock didn't work evidence. There were two kinds of detectives. One did work evidence - and they could do wonders, even with dust. But they were eggheads. The second kind of detective worked people. They teased out admissions from people who were lying or forgetful, they really listened. Brock was neither. He was the mad dog that was brought in to scare the shit out of the other guy, to dispense street justice, or clean up someone's mess. His business was more like a cleaner than a police officer. His potential was wasted by his bosses, who did not recognize what was under the bloody knuckles and cruel smile.

""In my family, the civility lasts only as long as the whiskey,"" he said, still deadpan. ""Nothing's ruder than sobriety. It's also a sin to question who's buying the whiskey in your glass, but humans are sinful by nature, and I'm not an exception.

""So, lady in a party dress, question of panties aside, I didn't say I didn't like it. What's not to like? Shit, now we've got two pretty girls! Except that when people talk in code, it's usually to hide something, or because they don't think the person they're talking to can take it straight. I'd ask Colin here but he's giving me the ol' 'I don't talk to cops' vibe, and the dude in the LARP get-up has gone quiet, and the new girl over there is hugging the fireplace like we've got cooties but I assure everyone here that I'm talking generally: can you talk straight to me? I got shot at point-blank range with a twelve-gauge"" - it was birdshot and he had his vest on, so it was more like getting hit with a really heavy baseball bat than anything else, with only a few pellets getting into his abdomen - ""so I like to think I can take a straight shot.""

@BoundObsession
@FridayWolf13
@Villains" 554,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T09:22:00,FridayWolf13,"After no more than just a few moments of lingering in her own space, engaged more by the crackling of the fire than the other beings in the room, Hazel had already gathered the names of the trio near the bar. The sharp and intriguing young woman, Chance, held most of the redhead's focus despite the charismatic way Collin held himself between the two of them. The young shapeshifter couldn't quite decide what the other woman was likely to be. She had an almost imperceptible scent to her, something that both frustrated and garnered Hazel's curiosity as she finally allowed her green gaze to shift back towards her after a few moments of haplessly staring into the depths of the wooden table. The way she spoke was more confident than the redhead had any hopes of herself ever being.

As Colin made his way behind the bar, her attention was drawn once more. His scent was almost imperceptible too, until a subtle shift in the air flow sent a whisper of something undeniably undead in her direction. When his gaze lifted and settled on her, she was already blinking alertly in his direction. She seemed to take a moment to glance to either side of her and ensure she was really the only being in this direction. Assured, she offered a small quirk of her lips and gratefully called out, her tone liltingly soft across the room, ""A Tom Collins, if possible. If not, a few shots of something simple. Please."" She'd never been picky, for one, and for two, it wasn't as if she'd feel anything she drank. Not unless this special bar carried special alcohol. But with the human seated near the bar, perhaps it was for the best if they didn't carry anything of the supernatural variety in that department.

Decidedly, she stood and slowly made her way towards the bar to pick up her drink once it was finished. It wasn't even his job and he'd been nice enough to offer her a drink. No way in hell was she going to make him bring the drink to her. She offered a grateful smile as she leaned against the bar, eyes flitting somewhat shyly over Chance and Brock before settling back on Colin. ""Thank you."" Hazel brushed some of her hair from her face and added, ""I'm Hazel. This is a pretty solid place here."" Her eyes lingered over the not-so-human beings nearby, lips still quirked at the edges." 555,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T09:45:00,BoundObsession,"Colin listened to Brock's bluster with amusement. The cop was bigger than him, but he wasn't graced with speed or the strength of a vampire. And no matter how much Colin were to drink tonight, he would still drink Brock under the table. An annoying characteristic of vampire physiology was that no matter how much he wanted to get drunk at times, he couldn't.

""You forgot one other reason why someone would be secretive, my friend. Namely because they don't think it's anyone else's bloody business who they are, what they do, or why they would be here. Your tabloids think everyone else's business is theirs. But your Constitution says otherwise. Baring a violation of the law, and I haven't heard you indicate anyone here has violated the law, the right to privacy is protected by your laws. Even a humble Brit knows that much."" Colin finished his speech with a flourish, handing the Tom Collins to the new girl.

""Welcome to the group, Hazel."" He gave her a smile that indicated the previous conversation was done and past. ""Oh, there it is,"" he then exclaimed, finally spotting the Demerara he needed for Chance's drink." 556,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-10T21:01:00,One Wing,"

A name unknown, from a time lost, there were ones who existed before the world of man came to be. It had been so long, with no track of time of human creation to clue him from when or where he came, that he knew notwhathe even was anymore. A small child that crossed his path only a century and a half before gave him the name that he now goes by: Set. A simple word with no meaning, but it holds an important place in his soul from that singular chance meeting. Set generally stayed away from crowds, only staying in one place for long enough and then moving on before anybody could suspect anything strange about him. In recent times, it had gotten increasingly easier to settle in an area for longer before bringing on any unwanted attention by those around him. Still, his looks were always off-putting to those who did not know what to make of him. He had hoped Valesport would be a city that he could inhabit for a time without having the watchful eye of those far younger than he.

His face seemed like that of a young man, ranging anywhere from a teenager to a man in his late twenties, depending on the opinion of who looked at him. His pale face seemed to blend with his stark white hair, like a lone white rose among a blanket of snow. His eyes were the only shot of color that adorned his features, an ice blue that seemed to glow under the right lighting. A place as dim and dark as a bar would do nothing to show off these aspects of his person. His black leather jacket hung open loosely, revealing a simple white undershirt beneath that clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination of his physique. Upon his legs were a pair of black pants and boots to match. A chain attached to his hip jingled with each step he took. This outfit was not something he'd find himself wearing, preferring something with more space for him to move around within, but the environment called for a certain look. That was the only trouble he had. Blending in was always a struggle, his looks could never change, but at least his clothes he was in control of.

Shifting a bit in his jacket, finding the material heavy and uncomfortable, he strolled the streets of the city. Midtown was lively, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the hustle and bustle. There were many sights to see and things to do. Perhaps when he's found some money to his name, he'd partake in a human activity or two. A small grin cracked the corners of his light pink lips as he continued on his way. A few people he passed would give him a second glance, but for the most part everybody paid him no mind. This was indeed a much better time for him to be. Lost in thought, he found himself in a different part of town. It was more rundown and empty. It felt very much like the time between, those millennia ago. He felt a strange sensation in his chest as he looked on with not a soul in sight. It wasn't until he saw somebody enter an old rundown building, a bar it seemed, that he took the opportunity to find some shelter. The weather did not bother him, but being alone in the open with no one around would draw some attention towards him from straying eyes.

Opening the door, he took a singular step inside and saw a few people milling about. He didn't listen in on their conversations, understanding the rudeness of butting into others' business. Instead, he found a spot at a nearby table in a darker corner, waiting for an opening to move to the bar to get himself something. He did not need sustenance nor fluids, but the feeling of taking a sip of cool, fresh, water was always a pleasant feeling to him. As he sat there, he scanned the room, listening not to the words spoken, but rather the language used. There were many methods of speech in this species. He had managed to learn most of them, and luckily this was one he knew.

When he saw one of the men bring a glass over to a woman siting by herself, he took this moment to fetch himself that glass of water. With quiet footfalls, though the chain jingled to give him away as being present, he approached the bar and glanced around, searching for the cups with which he could pour himself a drink from the sink. His silver brows furrowed in confusion, not sure where everything was in this place." 557,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-11T07:31:00,Villains,"

Oh, how early the evening seemed as another entrant passed through the doors of the famed, albeit antiquitous, One Night Stand. Subtle glances found their targets, her stare remaining sharp as each potential morsel was cataloged under varying degrees on interest. A snack, a treat, hors d'oeuvres, a meal and a half. Her posture straightened, flexing the length of her buxom physique so not to appear too casual where she sat. It was the demand for honesty that earned a slip of expression, her charismatic smile fading slowly until all that remained of woman's previous attempts at considerate appearance was the steady rest of cobalt hues on the officer. She could sense his potential buried deep beneath a rough veneer meant to keep others away, but to what extent that thread of prospect went, she wasn't able to glean.

He wasn't of her kind. That much she knew.

""If I told you,"" Chance said under her breath, ""you wouldn't believe me.""

An ominous admittance, she realized, but one that was rooted in fact by way of countless attempts of trial and error. Humans had very little interest in the great spectrum of supernatural beings in their midst because they felt safer without the thought of monsters roaming their streets and, in this case, frequenting their drinking holes. Chance was no stranger to enlightened mortals - the owner of the bar was one such individual - but she didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. Nothing could sour the mood more than life-altering revelations. Taking the silence as an opportunity to drag the closest ashtray along the counter, she ashed her cigarette with the expulsion of a long breath of smoke.

""Alright,"" she said shortly, not wanting to talk circles around the resident human any longer, ""Let me try and explain.""

Motioning offhandedly to Colin, she hoped he would understand that whatever she wished to say in response to him would need to wait until this matter with Brock was resolved.

""I'm sure you've felt it. Something in the air that your sixth sense alerts you to concerning your surroundings. Massive at times, alluring or dangerous; a mixture of both. Perhaps you've always felt that power, or maybe you've only recently noticed it. The bar, this bar, wouldn't let you in if there wasn't something special about you."" A pause. ""You want to know what this is? This is a collection of individuals from all walks of life who are also aware of the energy surrounding this world as well as countless others. Some would call this energy magic. That's a simple enough concept to wrap your head around, yes?"" With a gesture to the runic symbols in the walls, she explained, ""That is magic older than the invention of the wheel. It predates most human accomplishments because nothing human was capable of casting it at the time of its conception.""

Taking a sharp inhale at the end of her cigarette, her thighs shifted to move one leg under the other carefully while she finished with, ""And that much is the extent of my knowledge on this establishment. The rest isn't something someone like myself can guide you through. Your path is your own. But... if you don't believe me, well, go break a chair. Just snap a leg right off of one and see what happens.""

Flicking a bit more ash into the ashtray, Chance looked sidelong to Colin and offered, ""If it is giving you an issue, I'll settle for a screwdriver. I'm not picky.""

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@BoundObsession
@One Wing
@FridayWolf13 " 558,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-11T08:22:00,BoundObsession,"Colin's eyes narrowed when the pale individual came in, trying to decide if he recognized him as one of those he was hunting. But no, he wasn't one familiar to the Scotsman. A similarity of appearance, but not quite right.

""Not necessary,"" Colin replied to Chance as he added the Demerara to the shaker and then the ice. Shaking it up, he strained it into a glass and slid it over to her. ""Your Roman Holiday, lovely lady. The only question is, do you prefer the cinnamon stick or the mint leaves and the lemon wedge for garnishment. I've seen one or the other used, but never both.""

Of course, he'd made it without the crushed mint leaves, which she might consider an epic fail if she preferred that version of the drink. After all, he'd seen more than one version of the Roman Holiday. Which is why he reached out to stick the cinnamon stick in because that went with the version he'd made. He avoided a smug look, though he was feeling quite proud to remember the drink. Though it certainly wasn't anything he would drink. No, he'd stick to his Scotch.

""Not every mystery needs to be explained, Brock. Sometimes it's best to accept it. Do I need to know how my Scotch was made? No, I just need to enjoy it. Granted, I do know how Scotch is made. But does it taste any different for the knowing?""

""On the other hand there are exotic foods that may taste good to you until you ask the cook what it is. And at that point, you wish you hadn't asked. It's also at that point that you realize that there are some things best left unknown.""" 559,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-11T10:00:00,Guest,"“There you are my lovely!” A deep voice bellowed from the street. A moment later the door flew open and a man matching the voice filled the doorway. He was barrel chested with tree trunks for legs and arms to match. A thick curly beard of dark auburn fell to his upper chest while hair a shade darker lay in waves on his head. He was only of average height, but this just acted to accentuate his broad, thick body.

Wide sparkling green eyes shone out from a weathered face. There was a joy to them as if no trial could break the man’s spirits. He scanned the room intently searching for what he desired and stopped when he beheld the bottles stacked behind the bar. His lips curled into a mischievous smile, showing teeth that were scraped white, with canines a bit longer than normal. “Come to daddy, precious.”

He crossed the room with purpose, it fortunate that no one happened to be in his path to the bar. A large mitt seized an amber filled bottle, and he pulled the cork before chugging the liquid in earnest. A small amount dribbled out of the corners of his mouth and into his beard before dripping to the plaid shirt that stretched against his muscled body. The man was clearly out of place, appearing more suited to a loggers camp than a big city bar.

After downing half the bottle, the man paused to wipe his lips with the back of his hand. Realizing he had drawn attention, he smiled at the patrons giving them a slight wink as he licked the tip of one of his canines. “Dinner was a little dry.”" 560,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-11T14:17:00,One Wing,"After a moment, Set found the shelf of glasses. Gently, he picked one up and poured himself water from the nearby sink. With a quiet sigh of his chest, and a serene smile, he brought the rim to his lips and let the icy coolness wash over him with each sip.

Perfect.

His almost meditative state with the drink, however, was quickly interrupted by a large, and loud, man barreling towards the very bar where he stood. He took a quick step to the side, just barely dodging the bear of a human. Wait....human? Set’s eyes furrowed as the man finished his drink and bared canines larger than what was deemed average among humans. With another glance around, he allowed his eyes to examine the bar’s inhabitants more closely. The man serving the drinks held an air of being older than he seemed. The woman by the fire had a strange animalistic aura. The bear of man seemed very much bear-like in both appearance and demeanor, though he wasn’t sure if that comparison was wholly correct. Something else was about him that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. And the petit curvaceous woman garnering all the attention, her words finally processed in his mind. (If I got any of this incorrect, please let me know and I will edit my post)

Save for the inspector... “none of you are human....” Set vocalized that last thought. His voice was low, quiet, airy, his words coming across as a whisper brushing against one’s ears. Putting his glass down, he swiftly moved from behind the bar, his steps quick but smooth, as if gliding across the floor to examine these runes with a keener understanding of their origins. “Tell me...do you know of who has created these runes?” Again, his voice is quiet, but could be heard by the woman speaking with the human, despite his focus staying on the walls, “what stories do you have of them?”" 561,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-11T19:13:00,GMO,"Brock said to Colin, ""Slow your roll. We're all friends, here. I'm not asking you the color of your panties. I'm just saying that I'd like it straight. This joint is weird. You gotta see that, right? I just want a straight answer. I'm not trying to bust anyone and, let's be fair, Colin, you don't need to be the fucking Batman to see why you're here"" - he looked over at Chance, then at Hazel, perked an eyebrow and a sly smile, as if to say he understood Colin's position - ""even if I was interested to know, which I'm not.""

He drank the rest of his drink, poured himself another. ""Membership has benefits,"" he said, idly. He sat on the edge of a stool and looked at Chance as she explained it to him.

He let it settle. He drank his new drink. It was, right there on the face of it, absurd. You tell a cop that something happened because of magic and they laughed. Stay on the job long enough, you hear every excuse in the world. God or the Devil or ghosts made you do it. You did it because they were a witch or a demon or an alien. Cops said, Yeah, buddy, whatever you say, and made the collar.

Yet, there was a feeling. It was there. He would have normally said it was the power of suggestion. People don't actually have the feeling of being watched - he'd been on stakeouts that lasted weeks and the targets went about their business in complete ignorance of the posse of cops following their every move. But if you were to tell a person that they were being watched, they'd start to feel it even if it wasn't true. And he considered the possibility that Colin was helping to shine him on by going along with Chance.

What made him consider the possibility, though, was the newcomer, Set, who was also going along, talking about people not being human, and ""runes"" like he was on the cast of Vikings, and the dense guy who was guzzling booze like it was water. And because Chance had said something specific. Smash a chair. See for yourself.

He smiled a lopsided smile at Chance. ""I would have figured you more for the sloe screw type.""

He got up, grabbed a chair, and put all of his fifteen stone into swinging the chair at the ground. He was a powerful man and he knew it should splinter. He'd done it before.

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@Villains
@One Wing
@Sandman

And @ anyone else who wants to comment! ;)" 562,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-12T03:00:00,BoundObsession,"""Damn!"" Colin grumbled under his breath. The pale man had blurted out to the inspector that the rest of them weren't human. When you've got a copper sniffing around like a dog, the last thing you want to do is give him a bone. Brock claimed not to care, but if he didn't why continue with the inquiry.

As for the runes the pale man was suddenly interested in, they looked to be Celtic and part of a protection spell. Maybe the reason why so few noticed the existence of this bar in the middle of the city. It also protected the inhabitants from violence. That would probably mean that if any of the vampires he was seeking came here, he couldn't kill them. Not here. This was a safe haven for all magical beings. He'd have to follow them when they left. That still left the question of how Brock ended up here, unless he had some link to magic.

""Do they have rooms for rent upstairs, Chance?"" It was still dark, but Colin was always planning where to lay his head before the sun could come up. And a magical sanctuary might be a good place to do that." 563,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-12T06:20:00,Villains,"

""Fast, slow... Whatever gets me off at the time."" She quipped under her breath as she watched the human's progress.

No need to distract from the main event.

And splinter the chair did, to pieces and bits, forming a disheveled and ugly collection of broken wood on the floor. Chance raised a hand in an indication of waiting, allowing seconds to pass that felt as long as minutes. Whether Brock chose to drop the remaining frame of the chair did not matter; the process would work the same. Above them, the lighting dimmed, strobing, as a warm rush of air blew itself through the main room of the tavern. As though the establishment itself were drawing breath, it seemed to heave the walls around the patrons, careful as a caretaker with a swaddling babe, but unmistakeably alive.

The fractured pieces began creeping toward one another, finding each nook and groove they originally inhabited before Brock's demonstration. It was quiet work, systematically recreating the sections of chair legs and arms and body until a seamless reconstruction of the previous seat was finished. Chance might've clapped if she hadn't seen the entirety of the bar patch itself after however many fights and arguments had spawned through the years. She had thought it difficult to explain fully, but the chair trick always did the job she couldn't. The smile returned to her lips as she asked Brock, ""Did that help?""

That warm breath of life from earlier released, allowing the lights to return to their usual dim luminance. Putting out her cigarette, Chance rose from her seat and sauntered around the bar counter, gingerly sipping the Roman Holiday Colin had made for her. ""Thank you,"" she commented before squeezing past all the parties currently making drinks to rummage near an antique register. Under a stack of papers and a snowglobe paperweight, she collected a wooden depository and walked it over to where Colin could reach it. Lucky for all the potential overnighters, it was unlocked. ""Since Errol never showed tonight, I guess I can explain how the rooms work. You take a key and read the number. That's the room you're staying it. Your stay is... well, as long as you like, I imagine. I've had my room for... three decades? Give or take.""

Finally given a moment to acclimate, Chance's eyes fell on the fair skinned male figure with the questions regarding the runes. He looked out of his element, though not because he had remarked aloud over the inhumanity of the current congregation. It was in his mannerisms and the softness of his tone. Lashes batting as she considered her response, the woman leaned against the counter and took a slow drink of her liquor. ""I used to believe they were of Qareen or Abaasy, but an Abaasy once found his way into the bar and had no idea how to read them. Good luck asking a Qareen for a straight answer."" Glancing over her shoulder, she studied a patch of intricate symbols, her expression thoughtful.

""I can't say I have many stories of the runes. Of the bar itself, yes. Mostly in the way it handles acts of violence towards its interior or its patrons. I discovered quickly to take my conflicts outside if only to save myself the embarrassment of being launched through the roof.""

@GMO
@BoundObsession
@One Wing" 564,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-12T07:14:00,BoundObsession,"Oh, the thoughts that ran through Colin's head as he learned that Chance had a room upstairs! He tried to remember if the Fae could read minds, since what was going through his would earn a slap in the face from most women. Since he traveled light, he slept naked. Did she? Pulling out a key from the box, he stared at it, wondering what room she had and how close to that key's room. But he didn't change keys, deciding to trust on the randomness of fate.

Colin was tempted to do as the pale man was doing and study the runes. If for no other reason than to get lewd thoughts out of his head. But he decided to take the advice he'd given Brock and not ask too many questions. If the runes were Celtic, they were of an ancient variation he didn't know. So all he could do was surmise their purpose. The chair demonstration proved that some of his suppositions were correct. The symbols were some kind of protection for the establishment. Unless the establishment was alive and a sentient being. Now that would make for an interesting tale to throw Brock's way. But no. Best to leave well enough alone.

He now knew why Chance was here. She was a resident and a regular. But what of the others? He may have preferred Brock not ask so many questions, but in Colin's case, he wasn't asking questions. He was theorizing in his mind why everyone else was here. For instance Hazel. A sweet and meek girl who seemed fascinated by Chance, just like everyone else was. He could sense she was a shape-shifter, but which kind? Certainly not a dragon. She was too meek for that. A Fae like Chance? That would explain her fascination with the woman. Or a were-creature? Possibly.

@Villains @One Wing
@FridayWolf13 @GMO
@Sandman @Sanity43217" 565,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-12T10:59:00,FridayWolf13,"Hazel had never been more than an observer in new and possibly threatening environments, regardless of whether she was surrounded by humans or those of mythical descent. Perhaps that was why, after graciously accepting her drink, she leaned her elbows against the bar countertop and let her fingers run over the rim of her glass. Though her eyes appeared fixated on the pale drink inside the crystal cup, her mind caught and focused on each sentence spewed through the room. As she listened to the easy back-and-forth between guests, she finally lifted the damp glass to her lips and sipped heartily at the top. It was intriguing, and almost terrifying, the way Chance carefully and confidently shared the secrets of the place. When Brock went as far as to break the chair, following her goading, the redhead nearly leapt from where she stood with surprise. Wheeling around, her hip and side pressed into the counter, and she watched with amazement as the whole building appeared to take a deep breath and repair the damage created.

""Well that's an interesting and strong magic."" Her voice was no more than a breathless whisper. Those without hearing close to hers might not even catch the syllables. She sipped from her drink once more, relishing in the feel of it down her throat as the others slowly returned to the comfortability as before, save Brock. And the newer arrival, who for all Hazel could tell, appeared human as well. His loud and boisterous demeanor was more than enough to derail her train of thought and keep her from gathering a focused scent from his direction after he'd set himself behind the bar. At the mention of rentable rooms, however, her attention was captured completely and she listened with diligence to the surprisingly easy way to acquire one such room. When it fell quiet for a moment, Hazel emptied her glass and turned towards Chance. She licked her lips before speaking. Her heels were already clicking softly across the wood as she ventured closer to find a key for herself.

""What if the rooms run out? Have they ever run out..?"" She perhaps spoke with naivety; not much thought put into the questions. But Hazel had a knack for simplicity. She had questions and she needed answers. It was that easy in her mind. When she finally grasped a key from the box, she hummed with approval. ""Yes. Cool."" As long as the room had a clean bed and maybe a clean bathroom, she'd be more than thrilled. The shape-changer didn't know the last place she'd felt this safe within. And with the kind of protection spells upon the place, her instincts might even allow her a good night's rest. She tucked the key she'd claimed into her sweater pocket-no pockets available in her flowing dress-, the room number already memorized in her mind. Not quite ready to leave the compatible atmosphere yet, she slowly lifted her drink to her lips, tasting the cool glass against the tip of her tongue before the alcohol slipped down her throat.

With a satisfied hum, she finished the drink and slid the glass towards the back of the counter so she wouldn't knock it over. And perhaps so she could remember to attempt making herself a drink in a moment. Hip still leaned against the counter, she brushed some stray ginger-auburn hairs away from her forehead and let her gaze flicker curiously over the room's inhabitants, lingering on a few in particular. The senses that normally shrieked warnings and incessant pleas for escape were quiet, mostly buzzing at her instincts with an occasional whisper of curiosity aimed at those that mingled nearby.What is this place? She wondered.And just how long can I get away with hiding here? Will they find me, even in a place so magically secure? But the question was, even if they did find her.. would this place allow them to enact their will?" 566,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-12T18:57:00,GMO,"When the chair broke as chairs tended to break when smashed, tossing the remnants to the ground, Brock raised and eyebrow and felt like a fool. He was about to own being duped, though, when the pieces started move. He'd even try to stop one, crouching to grab at it, but all he got was a nicked palm for his trouble. When it was back together, Brock got his drink, sat on it. Yep, it was a chair. It held his weight as one might expect a chair to do. He finished his bourbon in one gulp, and despite having previously decided it was to be his last - he was a big man and a hard drinker, but he didn't normally get shitfaced in public - he got up and poured himself another.

He said, generally, to the people assembled, ""So, this 'not human' thing. You all look pretty human."" Though, as a group, far, far more attractive than the average - was that normal, too? Were supernatural creatures better looking than, what was the word, normal people? ""If not that, what? The guy with red eyes? Vampire? It feels cliched, but LARPers usually are.""

The rest were harder reads and Brock's knowledge of the supernatural was all pop culture - movies, comic books, and D&D. It floated through his head: What's really human? Was it something like DNA? Vampires would have human DNA, though. Probably nothing as simple as that, then. Probably some sort of connection with - part of his mind still blanched when thinking the word - magic.

He told himself to think like a cop. Why would a person - a wizard, maybe? - make a joint like this? Same reason gay people had their own bars, he reasoned. A place to feel safe with one's kind. He didn't feel like their kind, but it stood to reason if he was here at all there was some shared connection. Or maybe just luck on his part. Stupid luck was responsible for more than most people wanted to admit, looking for reasons where there weren't any.

Then... all that Catholic shit came to the surface. Demons and sin. He grimaced, shoved those thoughts aside because they were stupid. He was already damned. The way he lived his life? What would a little witchery and demons hurt? You can't be damned twice.
He mostly directed his next question to Chance, though he would listen to anyone's answer, ""Okay, magic, not human, all that. Why am I here? I'm just a Catholic boy from the East Side.""

@...well, everyone!" 567,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-12T22:42:00,BoundObsession,"""Well, obviously Brock, you've got something supernatural about you. Something buried deep in your genes. Otherwise, I suspect the One Night Stand would have stayed invisible to you. Given your Catholic upbringing, I would have suggested holy powers, but somehow you don't strike me as an angel. But if you're a good Catholic, then you already believe in magic and angels and demons. So why should you suddenly become skeptical now?""

Colin gave Brock a smirk. To him this was all so obvious. But granted, it wouldn't have been so obvious if some bloodsucker hadn't bitten into his neck in 1815. He believed in even less than Brock did back then. All he believed in was money and gold and the pirate code. Why he and Jean Lafitte had hitched their fates to General Jackson, he had no clue. And if he had to do it over again, he wouldn't have. It was in battle that he found out there were vampires. But only after it was too late for him.

""Another Tom Collins, Hazel?"" Colin was beginning to realize he was doing too much talking. A point emphasized by how quiet the girl was. He was not normally this talkative.

Another question to ponder. If Brock had something supernatural in him, and if he was a long-time resident of the city who had passed this way before, why did he only now discover the One Night Stand? Why not sooner?

@Villains @One Wing
@FridayWolf13 @GMO
@Sandman @Sanity43217

((OOC: Is Sanity still with us?))" 568,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T03:19:00,Guest,"The bear of a man watched the chair shatter, and grinned. “This is my kind of party.” He stated before taking another long swig.

((Just keeping my character in the scene.))" 569,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T03:50:00,FridayWolf13,"When the chair had completed reassembling itself and was once again whole, Hazel watched with some interest as Brock sat himself down and tested its stability. A short laugh escaped her mouth, which she quickly hid with her hand, a few freckles brought to view under the light across her knuckles. Magic was certainly a thing of great wonder. There was no doubt about that. But it was almost mythical in itself, the almost-childlike way the detective peered at the chair and then sat on it, accepting it for what it was once it studiously held up under his weight. The tiny smile remained on her lips as she listened to the two men closest to her speak. The world was a terrible and yet wonderful place if you saw it for what it was. And with a 'human' having walked directly into a 'supernatural' safe haven, it was surely leaning towards the wonderful at the moment.

Realizing that she'd been addressed, her bright eyes settled upon Colin. After a moments delay, she dips her head apologetically and murmurs, ""That's extremely kind of you. If you don't mind."" Her gaze flickered between where Colin was standing behind the bar and where Chance and Brock remain at the countertop. When she glances away, she's once again drawn into her own mind. The ice had started melting on the glass she'd recently emptied and she watched the condensation begin to gather on the outside of the glass for a long moment. She sees pouring rain for a second, blinks, and then it's gone. The boisterous voice from before snaps her focus back to the present.

""Is this a party?"" She answers in return, glancing at the other few pairs or solitary 'people' strewn through the bar, before her hazel eyes settle upon the so-far-unnamed man. ""Doesn't seem to be much really happening. Besides the chair breaking, that is."" The subtle smile that quirked her lips was friendly. It might've been considered a long time since she'd tried to be less of an introvert, but now was as good a time as any, in this violence-free bar. ""Not that that's at all a bad thing."" Her thick tresses of red-auburn are brushed back over her shoulder absently, her eyes still roving the man's features before politely averting her gaze." 570,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T04:31:00,Guest,"The big man shrugged at the redheads question, as his grin widened. ""Well, where I come from, we would call this a 'good start'.""

He emptied the last of his bottle before offering his hand to the girl. ""Name's Jim by the way."" The bear-like man had a jovial air about him. His smile, twinkling eyes, and hearty laugh was welcoming to anyone looking for a friend. If one were searching for something else though, something darker, and they looked beyond the good natured front, they wouldn't have to go far to see Jim was a man of extreme violence. The question one might have a hard time answering though, was if Jim enjoyed it." 571,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T05:42:00,One Wing,"“Abaasy.....Qareen....” he whispered the two under his breath as he softly ran his fingertips across the etched in character upon the wall. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander, searching and sifting through what he could, but ulimately shook his head, forlorn with the result. “No...those names do not ring any bells with me.” He opened his eyes and sighed, turning to the rest of the crowd but focusing more on Chance. “Rather, they do ring a bell. I feel as if I had heard of them before.... but sadly, not the bell I was hoping they would ring.”

He gave a sad smile, letting out a small huff through his nose like a brief chuckle. “Thank you for the information, though. It’s much appreciated.” With one last glance around the bar’s walls, taking in the image of every marking, he finally moves back to his seat and settle back into place as he was before, sipping at his water.

He eyes wandered to the people in here, finding them a bit more intriguing now that he understood they were not as normal, or as young, as he initially thought. He listened to the conversations more closely now, his curiosity getting the better of him, wanting to understand the company in which he found himself. That’s when he heard Jim introduce himself. He supposed this was a time as any to give the others his name as well. He nodded his head and lifted his glass slightly, as if engaging in a toast, albeit a minor one, as seemed to be the custom among most in this part of the world. “Nice meeting you. I am Set.” He then glanced away, looking towards the others to see who else would share a name." 572,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T07:26:00,Villains,"

Contrary to popular belief, Chance wasn't the keeper of sacred knowledge regarding the tavern or Brock's latent supernatural qualities. She was, if anything, a well-rounded guide of the local variety and the most recent lines of questioning were well above her pay grade.

""Well,"" she admitted to the officer, ""I can venture what you might be if you'd like. Your lineage may include a magical being capable of procreating with a human? Otherwise, you are similar to the absent owner, Errol. An anomaly of sorts. Somewhere buried deep within your fundamentally human anatomy, you may possess the proper genetics to harness magic."" Idling against the counter, her vision crossed the several faces present in the barroom before it rested on Set once more.

""As for you, I doubt you will find the answers you're looking for here, but this is a place you can be comfortable for the time being and I suggest you acquaint yourself with the area. As you can see, all manner of beings passes through the One Night Stand. Eventually, one such as yourself might come along to provide more answers for you than I am capable of doing."" It was unfortunate that she wasn't capable of giving a more thorough response to the pale fellow, and just as it had been in the case of the detective, she could not read Set well enough to glean the information necessary to help him. Not that she was much for helping to begin with, but if it passed the time, she was open to dabbling in altruism.

Making a general address to Hazel, Chance replied with a chuckle. ""No, I can't recall a time there were no longer rooms available. Vacancy is half the appeal of a place like this."" Her drink was half drained by the time she gathered herself to return to the patron side of the bar counter, her expression falling onto a comfortable simper she often wore in public. Her predatory interests had yet taken hold, leaving her as calm and collected as one might expect of an old timer in their usual hangout.

""I'm Chance, by the way. So many unfamiliar faces tonight - I expect I owe you all a welcome. Apologies that the staff isn't present, but she's rather mundane and spends much of her time running errands."" Back to her stool she went, effortlessly perching before crossing her legs. ""So, Brock, has something changed for you recently? New cravings or urges? Were you bitten?"" All the cliches one might think of when associating metahumans were possibilities, so she started with the basics. ""Did you piss off someone enough to earn a curse? Did you make a bargain with a demon? I'm ruling out Vampire because you have a day job, but someone else might know more on that than I do."" Slyly, she glanced to Colin as though the pair were sharing that particular secret.

@GMO @One Wing @FridayWolf13 @BoundObsession @Sandman " 573,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T15:25:00,GMO,"""Obviously,"" he said to Colin in a way to say that it wasn't obvious at all. He didn't feel supernatural. Then he laughed, twirled the glass his drink was in at the suggestion there was a link between Catholicism and holiness. ""Considering what they justice department of every state in every country in the world is finding when they look into the Church, there's probably the opposite of a connection between holiness and the Church, whatever that is. But... I guess I believe in angels and demons? As, like, abstracts, spiritual beings or something. Not guys having a drink in a bar. That's a joke. Lucifer and Michael were in a bar, and Lucifer says to 'You know why Artaxerxes crossed the Rhodes,' and Michael stabs him with a flaming sword. But... something supernatural. I've had worse starts.""

There were a lot of people around town that claimed supernatural powers. Now... he knew that some of them were possibly real. He sipped his drink, trying to wrap his head around it. He felt as though he was in a bubble of shock. The enormity of what happened was too vast to process all at once. It was one of those ""everything you thought was real isn't"" moments, but how does the brain handle that? What did the Aztecs feel when Cortez washed up on their shores, a visitor from another world? Didn't they try to fit him into their worldview and end up having their world destroyed? He couldn't quite remember.

He leaned on the bar and looked to Hazel and said, ""I'm not sure if Colin's request is kindness, typically understood, but it's definitely friendly. And a party is where you make it. If we had a band, it would definitely be a party. I know a few songs if anyone's got a guitar.
""And Jim over there's definitely in a party mood, if party means 'alcohol poisoning.' How are you not blind?

""Set is a good Biblical name. No, that's Seth, but I bet they mean the same thing.

When Chance said that his background might have been produced by something supernatural in his family tree, he laughed. Then he shrugged, drank more bourbon, and said, ""I'm not sure I would have thought magic was passed along in DNA. That kind of kills the mystery a little, like a biologist could sort all of this out. I could send in a sample and get one of those charts like they do about ancestry. Except instead of being 11% North African, I'd be 11% vampire and... okay, that's the only supernatural thing I know, and I don't even know if they can have kids. But, yeah, Chance, maybe I should get my own fucking answers.""

He raised an eyebrow at the question of whether he was bitten. ""No, no bites. It's just...""

He thought about what had changed. The only thing that leapt to his mind is his feelings about the work he'd done - the sense of justice was gone. It was just brutality in someone else's name. Not even his own brutality, but proxy work for assholes without the guts or drive to get their hands dirty. It was dirty. The difference was he felt the dirt. He rolled his tongue around his mouth. He half shrugged, looked back to Chance.

""It's just that I realized today that I'm a miserable fucking human being and I'm making the world a worse place than it is. That's it. That's what's on my mind. I didn't get into police work to be the bad guy. I wanted to help people. I swear to God, I wanted to help people.""" 574,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T17:26:00,BoundObsession,"""Colin McDuff's the name,"" Colin replied to Jim with a nod his way. He'd leave it up to everyone else to make their introductions in case they didn't want to. As for the man with the red eyes, the sharp clothes and the scent of death about him, he seemed to have vanished without even making an introduction. Perhaps to avoid giving his name.

""For you, my lady,"" Colin said as he passed another Tom Collins to Hazel. With his tolerance for alcohol, he wondered what everyone else's limits were. He certainly didn't want to give the ladies the impression he was plying them with alcohol with the most wicked of intentions for later. Jim wasn't staggering yet, so he had to assume the man-mountain had a high tolerance. Set wasn't going to get drunk on water. And while Brock was waxing philosophical, he still seemed sober enough.

""Then maybe the ""One Night Stand"" finally showed itself to you because you realized you needed to make a change, Brock."" Colin shrugged his shoulders because he really didn't have the answers. Brock was probably right in that he needed to figure this out for himself. Besides, if the club sought out people with good intentions, how was he allowed to enter? Colin was here with murder in his heart. He just hadn't found the ones he wanted to kill yet.

@Villains @One Wing @FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman" 575,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T19:26:00,One Wing,"“Hmm...” Set thought on the human’s thoughts on his name and shrugged a bit. Catholicism was a young religion. He’d seen its creation, its humble beginnings, as well as watched its evolution to the totalitarian. It was not unlike any other religion of man before. It grows as more people search for meaning in their short lives, only for its true nature to be bastardized by those praying on these lost souls. It’s reached a new peak, even he could see that, but it won’t be long before it died out like all the rest. Just like the Roman Empire and all their ideals spread far throughout, only to eventually shrink in size to that of a boot. Just like the Mongol empire, the largest the planet had ever seen in its existence when man had begun to roam the earth, but even it fractured and dissipated. The loss of ancient Egyptian worship to the Islamic faith. Nothing left of the Babylonians beyond old scripts found in the dirt.

He’s witnessed the cycle begin again and again, yet it always ends the same. He shook his head, feeling a pit of despair open up inside of him. He wished to sink in it, wishing there were more that could be done, or at the very least find some way to run away. Looking on as an observer to the constant demise of man was taking its toll...if it hadn’t already exhausted all his energy. But then, a thought flitted past his mind. The youth who had given him the name that started this path of reflection. A small smile played on the corner of his lips as he remembered why he continued. Humans, though misguided, were still evolving, still learning, and with each new generation, becoming wiser. He’s seen that too.

“A boy...gave me this name...a long time ago when I had none. Perhaps it is Christian in its nature,” he nodded in solemn agreement, “but the slight difference might be what...Sets me apart from what’s considered traditional.” While the pun was unintended, he heard it as it passed his lips and he couldn’t hide the smirk." 576,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-13T21:30:00,FridayWolf13,"There was something entirely off-putting about Jim, the young shapeshifter found as she watched his mouth form his spoken words. The hand that closed over his drinks- one after the other- sent the slightest tinge of concern through the core of her being. It was intimidating, how friendly his demeanor seemed despite his hulking figure. Instinct prickling at the back of her neck, she leaned against her acquired spot at the counter and let her gaze slip towards a new target. The friendly but small smile on her face never wavered. As Set introduced himself, the redhead took a moment to offer a small murmur of greeting, then introduce herself to those who hadn't yet heard her name.

""Hazel. S'pleasure to meet you all."" Her dark, forest-hued eyes slipped around the odd circle of accumulated creatures, all in their own turn something beautiful and unique. For a second, she saw her own pack- her own family- in a similar gathering around a fire. There were smiles on their faces, their eyes all reflecting in the dim light. The second she blinked they were gone again. With Chance once again addressing the crowd, Hazel's attention was half-drawn. When she herself was addressed, she snapped to attention like a well-trained soldier, no matter how light the conversation. ""I do certainly see the appeal of such."" The easy-going smile had returned to her face, but it was gone almost as soon as it had come, replaced with a look of intrigue as Brock once again spoke. What an anamoly. A 'human' right smack in the middle of a supernatural safe-haven. And admitting his realizations, none the less. Hazel hummed quietly in agreement as he finally fell silent. ""Hear, hear.""

Eyes flickering to Colin, she graciously accepted the drink and the introduction, dipping her chin gratefully. ""Thanks,"" she murmured, voice almost softer than before, as if the quiet tone of the room had silenced even her. Fingers dancing at the edge of the rim momentarily, she soon lifted it to her lips and sipped almost half of the glass down before replacing it on the counter. Blinking harshly as the minute buzz instantly subsided, no more than an unusual warmth in her belly, Hazel sighed and licked her lips. Colin's conclusive words to Brock send a shiver down Hazel's spine.Was it time.. for her to make a change? To stop running, perhaps?

She's too lost in her own thoughts to catch much of what Set says, much less the pun, whether intended or not. Her hand clasps tighter around the glass and for a moment she fears it will shatter just before she forces herself to let go. Swallowing harshly, she downs the rest of the drink and stands from the counter to claim three shot glasses and an indistinguishable bottle of whiskey. Pouring them quickly and shooting them back even quicker, she inhales and then exhales shakily. As if realizing how undeniably insane she likely appeared, she slowly set the whiskey bottle onto the counter and stared at the shot glasses as if they'd been the ones to insist upon her using them. When she continued to feel nothing, she sighed with discontent." 577,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T01:50:00,Guest,"""Here, here!"" Jim raised his bottle to the cop. It was hard to tell if he was making a joke, hurling an insult, or genuinely bonding with the bruiser. “To all the miserable fucking human beings.” Realizing his bottle was empty, he grabbed another before taking a swig to finish off the toast. His eyes flashed an amber, similar to the liquid in the bottle, as he swallowed and surveyed the room. He had been party to a fair amount of carnage himself, but he had never had a conflict with his conscious over it. Perhaps it was that he wasn’t human. Perhaps he was above those petty things, or at least thought he was. His superior position was most likely in his mind only, which suited him fine. The path of destruction he had wrought through his lifetime was a result of a feud older than himself, and he never really bothered to question it. The Malvic’s were his enemy, and he would hunt them to the end of the realms.

“No offense to any humans, part humans, or human lovers.” Jim offered to the gathered with a smile, hoping to soften the atmosphere a bit." 578,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T04:10:00,BoundObsession,"Set's name was really Egyptian, not Christian in it's origins. That of an Egyptian god. The God of Chaos. Now why would a boy give the man that particular name unless it was a reflection of the kind of man he was? Colin wasn't sure how any of that could progress the conversation though, so he didn't mention it. Could that be what the symbols were on the walls? Glyphs rather than runes? Egyptian rather than Celtic? Whatever they were, they were Greek to him. He chuckled at the bit of unspoken humor. He just instinctively knew they were there for protection. Whether of the One Night Stand itself or of those who entered, he couldn't say. It was one of those mysteries he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to.

To distract himself from his thoughts, he turned to the ladies. They were both pleasant distractions, though he noticed Hazel had taken to varying her choice of drinks. And increasing her alcohol content alarmingly. He traveled light, but so did she. When a person rents a room without bringing luggage, they are either pursuing someone, as Colin was, or being pursued by someone. And Hazel had the look of someone on the run. He considered and rejected asking her about herself. While he might theorize about people, it wasn't in his nature to publicly pry into their lives. At least not unless they put their lives out there on public display, like Brock had. But Hazel and Chance were both mysteries he found himself more inclined to want to unravel than the symbols on the walls or the musings of Brock or the drinking of Jim.

@Villains @One Wing @FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman" 579,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T05:09:00,Villains,"

Errol Capland didn't own the One Night Stand.

No matter what the bar thought in the matter, she had no paper deed to present for scrutinizing should the tax man come, and she didn'twantto own the bar. Despite signing a demonic contract and getting the rundown of operations from however many generations of patrons, there was very little appeal in being shackled to an establishment that catered to creatures beyond her comprehension. Perhaps this was a cruel cosmic joke being played on her, or her past lives were lived so poorly that karma made sure this life would be one spent in awkward servitude; she couldn't be sure what the reason was.

She only knew that her entrance into the ONS was met with more new faces than she could recall in recent times, as well as a crowd of people hovering around the serving area. Chance she knew,and loathed, but the rest were strangers.Oh-no, she recognized Sam, even if he was practically walled behind the self-serving crowd. Her mouth opened to say something, but she paused, shook her head, and headed back to the kitchen to drop off the groceries she had bought. More for the catalog of options, and a brief escape from the explanation of why the bar was suddenly booming with customers." 580,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T05:41:00,GMO,"""Well, Colin, that's easier said than done,"" he said. He was a little warm - he did not have a supernatural tolerance to alcohol, but he was a big guy and a hard drinker - and it took him a bit more to get drunk. ""But I'm starting to consider that possibility. But... maybe I'm also wondering at the things behind all of this."" He waved his hand. ""I don't like it when people play with me.""

But, he said to himself, people play with him all the time. Everyone serves a master, he told himself. Maybe it's time to get a better master, or to be the master. He sipped his bourbon. There was a time when he considered himself some kind of alpha guy - a tough guy, a hard man. But he'd learned that ""alphas"" were nothing of the sort, that they were posers who were the dogs of the real guys in power. Guys in nice suits and fraternity pins. He didn't enjoy taking their orders, anymore, though. That was part of what brought him here - not just the work itself, but that he wasn't in charge of it.

He shrugged at Set. He said to the man, ""I didn't pay that much attention in Sunday school.""

He could raise a glass to all the miserable human beings, himself included. ""People are miserable. All over. No denying it, so why not raise a cup to the commonest condition in the whole fucking world? Misery!""

He finished his bourbon, poured another, telling himself to be more careful with this one. He was on an empty stomach, and the booze would catch up to him.

Then he said, ""Did I just see an albino go by? I think I just saw an albino go by. Like, a hot albino. Did that happen?""" 581,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T06:08:00,Villains,"

Keeping up appearances was tiresome.

Every question, every line of personal inquiry and every thread of individual soul searching was somehow being aired for the world, and Chance didn't really care as much as her polite veneer let on. Errol may have silently chided her presence as she strode by, but there was no helping it. Eventually, in order to satiate her cravings, the veil would slip and reveal all the venomous intent one such as the Fae possessed. Until then, Errol was easy to ignore and easier to forget. The avarice of her drinking habits had waned, replaced by contentment with the change in the direction of the conversation. No longer were the patrons set on asking her if she were parched, nor were they keen to learn all manner of mystical bullshit from someone as clueless as they were.

If their questions regarded her kind, her lineage, or the politics of the two, Chance would gladly break into a long-winded recount of customs and traditions dating back thousands of years. Instead, they were questions of heredity and origins, as if she were capable of retracing the footsteps of strangers she just met within the hour. Patiently, her eyes scanned from one patron to another, as attentive as one might expect of a woman content to waste her night drinking among the meek and rambunctious alike. If their population was always so loquacious, it was a wonder how the supernatural community remained relatively unknown to mundanes.

""Well, as we've yet to immolate you, perhaps this is where you best fit, Brock."" But the sentiment could be shared with anyone in the tavern, whether they found themselves worthy of the thought or not. She had no reason to implore to Brock any more than she did to Set or Colin or Hazel or Jim or anyone else, so what was spoken was as honest as she could muster. Lies, she knew, took more effort than the woman cared to exude currently.

""Yes, yes. That's the owner, Errol, and I'm sure she's hiding in the kitchen as we speak.""

@GMO" 582,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T06:08:00,BoundObsession,"""She didn't look happy to see us here."" Colin glanced at Chance. ""Probably hates us guzzling all her alcohol. Though I for one, have been merely sipping.""

He grinned to the assemblage, but the humor was directed at Jim. He had noticed however, that no matter how much they drank, the wall of alcohol seemed to still be full. It seemed to restock itself without anyone noticing. Colin still enjoyed his scotch, but he'd noticed since he'd been turned, that it no longer quenched his thirst. Blood was the only quencher for him nowadays. It was the advantage of the city that there were plenty of criminals for him to prey upon. A drug dealer over on Third Street was probably by now being taken to the hospital, in need of a transfusion.

Unlike pure-bloods, who saw humans as merely prey, Colin still had a conscience when it came to humanity. After all, he'd been a human once. So he tried his best not to prey on the innocent. And in the big city, there were plenty of scum that needed to contribute their blood. He was not playing vigilante though. He was merely being choosy about where he got his blood from. Drug addicts, he avoided because of the poisons in their blood. The homeless, he left be because they already had a hard life. Prostitutes? He was always worried what disease they might have picked up. Mobsters tended to gather together in their clubs at this time of night. No, dealers were the best choice. They were on the streets and so easily accessible. Their business required that. Though he avoided those who used their own product.

@Villains @One Wing @FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman" 583,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T08:19:00,One Wing,"When the conversation slowed and shifted, Set found his eagerness to listen in wane. There did not seem to be much else for him to pay attention to worth noting. With a silent sigh, he reacquainted himself with his glass of water. Picking up the cool drink, he let his fingertips enjoy the smooth surface, swirling around the condensation that had gathered there, before bringing it to his lips once more to take a sip.

As he let his mind draw to a blank, deciding some calming nothingness to be a nice change from the buzzing questions that previously ran through his head, another soul had made their entrance into the rundown tavern. His eyes flickered up briefly to catch the sight of the pale woman. Her features...

Set’s eyebrows drew upwards as he took in a longer view of the girl. Hair like his, skin like his, eyes....no, they were different.

“I doubt you’ll find answers you’re looking for here.”

Chance’s words repeated in his mind. Between her surety in them and her laissez-faire attitude when referencing the owner, he came very quickly to the conclusion that Errol was not at all like him. Back to his water he went with yet another sigh. His mind, however, could not remain in a void as it had. His eyes kept flickering back to the kitchen doorway. He’d seen albinos of varying species before, humans were no exception, yet he couldn’t seem to stop staring at the wooden door that blocked his view from her. But...why?" 584,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T15:18:00,GMO,"Brock didn't like introspection - he hadn't come into a bar to think about himself but to avoid thinking about himself. Plus, he was starting to get a little drunk. But Chance's idea that this is where he best fit brought a sudden laugh.

""I've never given a fuck about 'fitting in.'"" he said to Chance. ""I also don't know what immolate means. You might need to use smaller words around me. But..."" He perked up an eyebrow. ""I'm getting the feeling you don't like Errol, is it? She steal your boyfriend and break your collarbone? Told you that dress makes your ass look fat? Try to kill you for access to one of the Infinity Stones?""

To Colin: ""I, sir, well, I'm starting to think I resemble that remark. I've been going through this stuff pretty fast.""

He looked at his glass, decided he need some wits about him, said, ""So, what's the protocol, here? Can you just ask someone in a joint like this, 'Hey, you're not human, so what are you?' Or are we expected to play a guessing game where we try to deduce each other's 'true self' from hints and clues? Or is it bad form to do anything other than try to figure out if Chance was being honest about the panties thing?""

@BoundObsession
@Villians
@ ... everyone else, again!" 585,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T15:34:00,Guest,"Jim laughed at Brock expressing himself.

""So, underwear is optional around here? I knew this was going to be a good party!""" 586,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-14T16:14:00,BoundObsession,"Colin wasn't about to announce that he was a vampire. He didn't know these people well enough. If he were to hurt someone's feelings tonight, he didn't need that person breaking a chair and using one of the legs to try and stake him. Especially if the chair was likely to reform around his body. Though that would be an interesting experiment, he'd just as soon not advertise what he was in case someone drunk and angry should decide to try it. Drunks have notoriously bad impulse control. Chances are that it wouldn't happen because of his enhanced reflexes and his inability to get drunk, but why give someone knowledge they could use against him? His philosophy was to wait for the other person to provide information rather than giving too much information himself.

It was likely someone would figure out his secret in due time. But why make it easy for them? There were no mirrors in the room, except behind the bottles. So he didn't have to worry about his missing reflection as long as the shelves remained stocked. It was night, so there was no sunlight flooding through the windows, requiring him to watch where he stepped. As for tomorrow, would anyone notice that he'd slept in the whole day and only came back down to the bar after dark? Probably not. Not unless he found someone else to keep him company. Now that was a thought!

Colin choked on his scotch, laughing at Brock's obsession with Chance's panties. He liked to believe that he had a better chance of finding the answer to that burning question than Brock did. Not that he was going to ask. Though he did spend a few moments admiring her form once again.

@Villains @One Wing @FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman" 587,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T05:26:00,Villains,"

""She always looks like that,"" the Fae commented to Colin knowingly. ""It's just her face, I think.""

With a furrow of her brow, Chance considered how best to answer the question the policeman's inquiry. ""Errol doesn't like anyone who isn't human,"" she explained, ""And I'm just one of several supernatural types who've frequented the bar. Perhaps some of her disdain comes from her self imposed chastity?"" Draining the remainder of her drink, she was no drunker than she had been several drinks before, though she did feel more relaxed now that the patrons weren't so inclined to ask whatever questions came to mind. Gossiping about the bartender was an easy, albeit juvenile, topic that required minimal effort on her part.

Besides, Errol made herself an easy target.

""I can't say I have a personal issue with Errol. On more than one occasion, I may have enjoyed scaring her, true... but it's all harmless fun."" She gestured to the kitchen door as if the albino's existence was proof enough that nothing terrible happened between them. ""Ask her yourself. I'll behave myself so she needn't feel awash with chagrin, though she's gotten rather good at avoiding the traps I set for her."" Slyly, she cast a glance toward the broom closet beneath the stairwell. ""Anyway, you don't need to care about fitting in to do so. Imagine all the sweet young souls out there, wishing they were some sort of monster, only to realize they just don't fit the mold. Whether you're special or not isn't my place to discern, after all.""

Placing the empty glass on the counter with a few unceremonious clinks, Chance hugged herself beneath her furs, shrugging. ""What I am wouldn't mean anything to you. Not to sound mysterious, but humans haven't properly grasped my race as far as fantasy media is concerned, so stating it would put the wrong sort of images in your mind."" Long legs shifted, threatening the hem of her skirt to rise, but there was always a breadth of fabric too much to check whether there were or were not panties beneath it. It was likely Chance didn't even notice moving while her focus was settled on Brock.

""But I do classify as not human. That much is easy to divulge.""

@BoundObsession
@GMO
@ whoever wants to reply to meeeeee" 588,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T06:09:00,BoundObsession,"Colin had no intention of telling Brock anything about himself. But he had no problem with Brock asking what everyone was. After all, if any of the others did answer, then Colin would learn about them without asking any questions himself. Which would be convenient. He could be nosy without being the one doing the nosing around.

Chance, as a fae, had a host of powers he and most the others probably lacked. So he could only imagine what tricks the fae could have played on Errol. Shapeshifting, illusions, possession, and telekinesis all could be used to prey on the bartender's mind. He doubted Errol saw it as ""harmless fun"" though. It seemed, there was a little bit of a sadist in Chance.

He turned to pour himself another scotch, glancing at the sliver of mirror that showed while he had the bottle off the shelf. It was damn inconvenient no longer being able to look himself in the face. He'd once been considered handsome, in a rugged sort of way. What did he look like now? Probably the same, as vampires didn't age. But after over 250 years, it was getting harder to remember what he looked like. He chuckled, realizing his vanity was showing.

@Villains @One Wing @FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman" 589,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T07:35:00,Guest,"Ignoring most of the conversation, or using selective hearing, Jim only added his two cents when it seemed amusing. Most likely though he was the only one who found it funny as he raised his bottle and said, “Here’s to Errol, God bless her chaste heart. And as for me, Chance, I’m very special thank you very much.”

He only took a sip this time, realizing he must seem quite the lush. Fact is though alcohol had no effect on him despite his deepest wishes. His wish for the pain to go away. Jim cleared his throat to cover whatever his face might have revealed about his true demeanor and cocked his head towards the kitchen. “I could’ve swore that girl was carrying groceries. This place got any good grub?”" 590,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T08:03:00,FridayWolf13,"It was the arrival of the 'newcomer' that stirred Hazel our of her whirring thoughts and back to the present, her gaze lingering on the alabaster figure for longer than what was likely deemed polite, even as she quickly disappeared. It only took her seconds to process and affirm the other young woman was of no threat to the shapeshifter. Or at least not yet. And after listening in on Chance's ever-apparent knowledge, Hazel realized that the albino was apparently the bar's owner, who went by the name of Errol. Curiouser and curiouser. Who was she exactly and how did she run this place?

Hazel lingered behind the bar still, the bottle warm in her hand by the time she poured herself another set of three shots. The amber liquid settled into its little glass containers and stilled as she set aside the bottle. Murmuring a quiet, ""Cheers,"" to herself, she shot them back in quick succession. The burn in the back of her throat was tender and familiar, and it faded as quickly as it'd come. It was then that she heard Brock's question aimed at the general crowd, possibly hoping to hear a few answers. Hazel was not at all surprised when there seemed to be little to no response, her eyes flitting to Brock and quickly away before his can lock onto hers.

There were surely a few who could be considered experts on distinguishing supernatural beings. One of those such people might've been able to guess what she was. But Hazel surely hoped there was no one of that degree around, and that no one else would answer or allow Brock to push the topic. It was a personal thing, an identity. Not that her species defined who she was, but.. her other half was a part of her. Remaining silent until Jim's loud voice cut through the air, her green eyes settled on him instinctively as she chuckled.

""I also patiently await an answer to the food question, but uh, in the mean time,"" she says, addressing him from behind the bar still, though she's begun to push the bottle and shot glasses across the counter to rejoin the general public. ""What makes you so 'very special' besides your alcoholic intake ability?"" Her eyebrow raises almost daringly, but it's clear by the relaxed set of her gaze that she doesn't intend for him to divulge anything about his supernatural abilities unless he so pleases. Stepping from behind the counter, she takes off the dark-hued sweater, revealing the tops of her shoulders and the rest of her maroon dress underneath. Abandoning the sweater on the barstool next to her, she begins to pour yet another set of three shots from her bottle." 591,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T08:34:00,Guest,"Jim eyed Hazel as she poured three more shots. “Well darling, seems like you know a thing or two about over indulging. But, that’s not what makes me special,” he said with a wide smile. “It’s my dashing good looks and suave wit. I am a magnet for the opposite sex.” He finished the statement by giving an over exaggerated wink.

It was not clear to most people, but for those looking, it could be seen that Jim used his humor to cover up the darkness that he had been fighting throughout his life." 592,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T15:21:00,GMO,"""Let the guessing games commence. Though for the rest of you, I imagine they have, already,"" Brock said into his glass of bourbon as Chance refused to answer his question and everyone else ignored it.

That... worried him a little. It suggested that the people here weren't part of some happy fraternity, simply that this was neutral territory, somehow worked to where violence was difficult or impossible. It also suggested that when they left, all bets were off. And the toughest cop in the city might be a powderpuff to something inhuman. (Another part of his brain told him that it was absurd, that they were having a go at him, that there weren't any such things as monsters. But he was technically part of homicide. It happened all the time that someone caught a case that just didn't add up. Either the cops working the case pinned it on some scumbag to close it or it stayed open. About half the murder cases in the city didn't get closed. About half of those didn't get closed because while they had a pretty good idea who did it, they didn't have the evidence But about 1 in 4 just didn't have any fucking sense at all. If monsters existed, all the crazy theories they discarded could be the right ones, the ones that were real and true and right. Fuck.)

Then the person to talk to was Errol. It also seemed likely that she was about to be swamped in demands for food, and was in a job she must hate if most of the clients weren't human and she hated people who weren't human, which would no doubt put her in a good mood. But if he understood right, she wasn't going anywhere.

To Chance, then: ""If you're not going to say, I'm not going to play Twenty Questions with you. You're probably getting tired of stupid noob questions anyway."" He watched the hem of her dress with a little fascination, shifting as a touch of arousal warmed him. For someone ""not human"" she provoked very human reactions in him.

He watched Hazel down the liquor like she was looking to die. It was a little strange to see someone drink like that and shrug off the effects. ""I'll give you a dollar if you do that, again,"" he said to Hazel with a smile.

""Jim, I'm pretty sure that underwear is optional everywhere. Last time I checked, there weren't any laws concerning it one way or the other,"" he said, deadpan, though he told all his jokes that way.

He reached over, though, and touched the tips of his fingers to Chance's hand - it was a test, of course, to gauge interest. ""Let me guess, though, you don't want your ruin the line of your skirt with underwear?""

After all, they could also be bantering about her tax bracket, but no one had picked up on that because it was personal but boring.

@Villians
@Sandman
@BoundObsession
@FridayWolf13
@ everyone!" 593,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T16:09:00,One Wing,"Set's eyes lingered on the kitchen door for a moment longer before bringing his gaze back to Chance, piggybacking off of the others' questions regarding food. ""Most drinking establishments tend to offer food as well as ale. The question I'd like to ask is: How does one order food? I cannot tell, Chance, if you are a patron here as well, or an employee. If the former, how do we get the owner's attention...preferablywithoutscaring her?"" His gaze hardened on her as he asked his query. The way she spoke so nonchalantly about torturing Errol to her bare wits bothered him some. He knew there were many inhumans who preyed on the meek, but if this establishment was supposed to be a ground where no one was to be physically harmed, then that's just abuse of the loophole. Emotional and mental harm can be far more damaging than the physical. Why Errol stuck around with the fae consistently present, though, was an answer far beyond him, and not one he was willing to ask the seductress. Though, from the information provided, he doubted the owner would answer to his curious mind either." 594,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T17:53:00,BoundObsession,"Colin really didn't need food. He'd feasted on a drug dealer earlier in the evening. But for the sake of keeping Brock off his case, he might have to have something to eat. Just to keep up appearances. What he wouldn't have minded right now was some music. But this tavern looked to predate the jukebox. Which means it should have had a piano. But he didn't see one. Oh, well.

Jim had started to moderate his drinking just in time for Hazel to start drinking heavily. Either she had a high tolerance for alcohol like Colin did, or he was going to need to carry her up to her room at the end of the night. But her drinking didn't seem to be for the sake of pleasure. Something was eating at her and drinking was simply a response to that something. At the expense of sounding as nosy as Brock, he had to check on her.

He leaned in close and asked her softly, ""Are you all right, Hazel?""

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 595,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-15T22:05:00,Guest,"Jim seem to be genuinely amused that Brock had clarified he was not breaking the law if he had forgone wearing underwear for the day. He offered back to the detective with a good humored statement “Don’t be too concerned if I tell you it’s not the first law I broke tonight.” Jim gestured about the room, finally including Brock with an obvious nod towards his bloodied cuffs. “We monsters tend to make our own laws.”" 596,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-16T03:22:00,FridayWolf13,"Receiving the answer she more-than-deserved from Jim, the redhead seemed to seethe quietly at the nickname, however, she was quick to ignore it and send him a quirked-eyebrow-expression as she said, ""Is that so?"" The shots were set up and left for a moment as she eyed the liquid in what appeared to be consideration. With all of the strangers in various spots around the bar and around her, her instincts kept her oddly on edge. Licking her lips, she prepared to down the next row of shots when Brock's voice caught her focus. Eyes flitting to his, she met his smile with a raise of her eyebrows.

""Just a dollar?"" A pout plays across her lips but she's quick to give a subtle nod and pick up the first glass, downing it and then the second and third in precise succession. A soft and rumbling groan leaves her throat and she sets down the last shot glass, blinking harshly before setting her gaze back on Brock. ""If you were serious about that dollar, just leave it behind the counter. I'll add it to what I'll be paying at the end of the night."" The smirk that follows that statement is more hollow than the others she'd shared. Brock's attention is quickly garnered elsewhere, and as Hazel watches him gently touch Chance's hand, the slender redhead can see why. Blondes had always been popular amongst men. Perhaps she's more distracted by Chance than she'd like to admit as well because when Colin says her name, she nearly leaps out of her dressand skin.

""Hah. Are any of us 'all right'?"" She responds immediately, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment afterward before regret overrides her mind. ""That came out wrong. I'll be fine. We all have troubles, especially as non-humans living in a human world. Right?"" She purposefully met his eyes and offered a grim smile. ""But thank you for asking. Am I that obvious?""

The comment Jim imparts upon Brock settles uncomfortably in her stomach and she sends a sharp glance in his direction, half curious and half unsettled. We are not all monsters. And we do not all make our own laws." 597,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-16T04:40:00,Villains,"

Hazel earned a shrug from the Fae. ""Knock for her,"" was all she managed to answer with before overhearing Set's commentary.

""Why would she be scared?""

Swiveling in her seat, Chance narrowed her gaze on Set as if he had pushed some kind of button on the woman, earning her venom as she continued with, ""Or, rather, why on Earth would you think yourself capable of scaring her?""

Motioning up and down with a collection of manicured digits, disgust coated each syllable of her syntax as she explained bluntly, ""I don't work here, nor do I owe you the time of day. Perhaps you could walk into the kitchen and find out for yourself just how to order food by asking the individual who does work here, rather than making passive aggressive observations concerning the relationship I have with Errol...""

A smirk followed when she turned away, adding. ""And Adon. Shame he isn't here, really.""

Straight-backed, the blonde released a long sigh as her attention returned to Brock and his mild attempts at flirting. A very welcome change of pace, albeit poorly executed. She gave him credit all the same. ""What's in a name? As I said before, naming my race would only provoke thoughts of the false human-made creations that were popular in works of fiction. Imagine if you told someone you were human, and their only reference for the word was something Disney made?"" While his fingers worked to move against the back of her hand, her vision lowered. ""As for the panties, well... am I wearing a bra?""

Based on the cut of her dress, she most certainly wasn't. Beneath the length of fur, it was difficult to take notice of initially, but now that attention had been drawn to the outfit, Chance gave up the ghost with the admittance of, ""I wouldn't wear one without the other. If they aren't a matching set, they're not worth the effort.""

@GMO
@One Wing
@FridayWolf13
@ whoever wants to reply to meeeee" 598,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-16T05:19:00,Guest,"Jim had the feeling that Hazel had taken quite a disliking to him, which only made her company that much more pleasurable. The topic of conversation, his irresistibleness, continued as he responded, “Well of course it’s so. It’s almost...magical.” He twirled his hand in the air in a dramatic fashion. “How else can you explain your sudden consumption of this fine liquor. You’re fighting the natural want of me.”

Jim lifted his eyebrows in quick succession before flashing another bright smile. It was clear he was joking with Hazel, but was it out of sheer frivolity, or because he was afraid of her or anyone else realizing how uncomfortable he really was around women." 599,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-16T05:21:00,GMO,"Brock winced when Set couldn't tell if Chance was an employee or patron. He gave the man a look that said, I could have told you that was the wrong tactic, buddy.

""Jim, yeah, I could actually tell you people made your own rules. See, since everyone is hiding 'what they are,' it says to my cop brain that you don't want to give any advantages to anyone else - that outside of this little neutral zone, you're going to be at each other's throats. But I'll tell you what I've learned from the Cosa Nostra. If you're setting your own laws, there aren't any, and the truth is it's all against all without honor or humanity."" He sipped his drink.

He shrugged towards Hazel. ""I'm cheap. You can't buy much on a cop's salary."" Though he didn't live, strictly speaking, on a cop's salary. But he laughed, pulled out his roll - which was larger than it had any right to be - and peeled off a single, putting it on the counter. ""Normally, when I do this, I'm putting the dollar bill into the girl's g-string at some dive on the East End. Just saying how you can get more of my dollar bills.""

He said to Chance, ""You could fill me in. With your words. I'm good at listening... or I'm supposed to be good at listening. It's not a mystery that Disney wimpifies things, after all. I don't think I'm that thick as to think that something I saw in a fucking movie is real. I don't think that vampires sparkle... though I guess I don't think that they don't sparkle, either.""

He shrugged when she said she wouldn't wear any underwear that wasn't a set. ""Then I appreciate your lack of effort, Chance. Human or not, you've got a lovely figure. Sláinte chugat!"" He finished off his drink.

@Sandman
@One Wing
@FridayWolf13
@Villains
@ everyone else!" 600,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-16T10:55:00,BoundObsession,"“We monsters tend to make our own laws.”

Colin sighed and rolled his eyes at that comment. Way to make the resident lawman feel warm and cozy, Jim. He didn't say it, though he wanted to. Hazel's response was the correct one. But was it the right one? He'd often wondered about the monster he'd become after being turned on the battlefield. It churned up his bile every time he thought about those brave men, dying in the no-man's land between the two armies, while bloodsuckers feasted upon them. He could feel the glass crack in his grip, so he hurriedly finished the scotch and threw the glass in the trashbin behind the bar before anyone could notice. And then poured himself another scotch while trying to get his anger under control.

Watching her knock down her three little soldiers, Colin wondered at the significance of that number to Hazel. It seemed a bit obsessive. But who was he to talk about obsessive? He'd been chasing a group of ghosts from his past since 1815, knocking them off, one by one, like her little soldiers. Actually, from his perspective, vampires were ghosts taken form. They were dead, but just didn't know it yet. How apropos to be called the undead. It was like being stuck in that no-man's land between the armies once more, except one army was the living and the other the dead and he wanted so desperately to be one or the other. But not until his vengeance was finished. And once again he could hear the cracking of the glass in his hand. ""Damn!"" he muttered as he downed that drink in a gulp and threw that fractured glass into the trashbin as well.

He needed a distraction from his thoughts, so he turned his gaze toward Chance once more. But her serene look of amusement had been replaced by anger at something Set had said. Something he'd missed in his musings. But even in her anger, she was a far sight better to look at than Jim's desperate attempts with Hazel. The man was over-compensating for something, hence all his self-flattery. It was so painful, Colin almost missed Chance's admission that she wore nothing under that dress that fit her like a glove.

NOW he had the proper distraction to assuage his earlier anger. The stresses that dress were already under from her voluptuous curves, added to the fact that, IF a few threads gave out, all would be revealed, set his mind racing. He chuckled to himself, wondering if he still had his small Swiss army knife with him.

But as he feared, Brock had picked up on that comment about monsters by Jim, only strengthening his determination to learn everyone else's secrets. Yes, it was part of a detective's job to learn people's darkest secrets. But not after duty hours.

""Brock, aren't you off-duty at the moment? Why the third degree when you're not on the clock?""

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 601,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-17T05:42:00,One Wing,"He met her gaze without a blink, “I was merely referencing what you found to be fun concerning another individual. I know not your usual relationship with her, nor what would prompt you to play such idle tricks on her, when you said:” He then spoke back to her, his mouth moving but her voice is what passed through his lips, quoting the exact thing she said moments before, “On more than one occasion, I may have enjoyed scaring her, true... but it's all harmless fun.” Before reverting to his default tone, “I am not intending to be passive aggressive, I am being direct. I don’t wish to know why you feel the need to do what you say you do. That’s not my place. I only asked a question, and wished to be as cautious as possible when addressing the young human. I would not wish to stir any further fear or hatred when I hold nothing against her. I would hope that she would not fear me, nor hate me, simply because I am not human. And if you are the reason for that hatred she holds towards any who frequent this place, can you blame me for thinking that be the case based on what your choice of pastimes you so happily shared?”

He stood from his seat and walked towards the bar, still his eyes on her. “You, my dear, have just about every male here with their unequivocal attention on you, and you alone. Sure, Hazel here is drawing some attention to herself with her barely unmatchable liquor consumption, but every eye moves back to you. You flaunt your assets every chance you get,” he gestured to her ever slipping skirt hem, “your expressions make men drool, thinking they’ve got a Chance with you should they pursue it. I would not be surprised if that is the reason you are named so.” His hand moved to the bar, placing it upon its surface as he stood directly next to her, “You play tricks on the unsuspecting, finding fun in others’ misfortunes.” He leaned in closer to her, leaving little space between them. “The others may not know what you are, but as I’ve seen the creation of all of their kinds, I have also seen the beginnings of yours. I know what you are, and I know from observation alone that you’ve taken your trickery much further than the norm for your kind.”

His face was now inches away from hers, his voice a low rumbling whisper, “if I had any question to ask you, what made you stray so far away from them?...” Despite his intensity, his voice seemed to hold an innocence in his question, as if he sincerely wished to know how one so pure could move become so corrupted in nature. But still, the distaste ran deep. As he spoke, his hand drew nearer to her bare leg, portraying the image of one just like the other men in the bar, as one simply looking for a lay. But as soon as his fingers touched her, one of which was adorned with an old iron ring, decorated with various etched glyphs of ancients beings past, a sadistic smile spread across his lips when it made contact with her skin." 602,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-17T08:22:00,Villains,"

Perhaps her obfuscation slipped momentarily because the irises of Chance's hues began to spin counterclockwise as a triad of encircling blues. It was, as of that moment, the most supernatural quality the creature had shared with the patronage of the bar. ""Young human?"" Did Set believe Errol young? Defenseless? Had he drawn lines to dots in hopes of connection, only to miss their true marks? Their group was a mixed assortment of supernaturals, but Chance was beginning to expect that assumptions being made to her true identity were wildly inaccurate, which earned a mischevious smile across roseate lips. ""I highly doubt you know what I am, Set. Much less what I do in my spare time, though you do love to talk as though you've figured it all out, which is impressive considering how clueless you seemed a few moments ago.""

But the ring would never make contact with her skin.

As if there were a barrier between them, his hand would come within inches of her bare skin before hitting the wall. That was the best description for it, this sizeable energy radiating from the Fae that was all manner of malignant and in no way akin to what someone would associate with Faeries of legend. She wasn't anything similar, after all. Colin's thoughts were those of a man who was raised in the land of those legends, and Set's presumption was just as inaccurate, albeit a tad more intrusive than the Vampire's inner narrative. Chance couldn't read minds, of course, but she was well trained in reading movements and body language, so the ring drew as much attention as Set's hand itself. Neither were worthy of her flesh.

""I'm not sure what you hope to accomplish,"" she chimed, still smirking, ""but I've heard slut shaming is out. As are cryptic messages about straying from one's kind... Now, why don't you return to your seat before you find yourself in trouble?""

Anyone with the appropriate manner of auspex would see the darkness of her aura, obsidian tendrils lapping up the length of her bare legs, rearing sightless serpentine heads in the direction of the pale fellow as they waited for any further sign of aggression.

Chance, of course, waved Set off without a care in the world. That was the point of her contract and the benefits of being on this plane of existence. Besides, she knew not to worry over lesser beasts and their qualms because, as she had already mentioned, the bar wouldn't allow for acts of violence against the patronage. Set would have a difficult time challenging whatever dark magicks surrounded the Fae as well as taking on the bar's inherent security measures.

And just like that, Chance had moved on, far more interested in Brock's banter than she was in continuing to play with Set. ""Oh, I don't mind the questions. Colin may not be used to humans and their inquiries, but I've had a long time to immerse myself in the culture. It's a culture of questions, isn't it? Why and how? Who and when and where? Celebrity tracking, breaking news - all sorts of names and dates you're required to memorize and repeat and know, despite their lack of significance in your day to day life. Even I can name four Kardashians and I've never owned a television."" The cheers were met with a nod, the dip of her head deep and appreciative. ""Thank you, Brock. At least you appreciate it, unlike a certain white knight with who doesn't understand personal space.""

Eyes rolling, she tilted her features sidelong and gave Hazel a once over before asking, ""Does the alcohol ever take effect? I know a few races that just can't get drunk, mine included, but others happen to take longer than, say, a human might. Are you racing to a finish line, or are you stuck in a sober loop of supernatural design? If it's the latter, that's a pity. I've been told that alcohol is a social lubricant. Then again, I've also been told that oysters are an aphrodisiac..."" With that, the blonde made a grimace, obviously disenchanted with the latter mention.

@GMO
@One Wing
@BoundObsession
@FridayWolf13" 603,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-17T08:35:00,Villains,"

The kitchen door opened and Errol arrived with as much gusto as one might expect. Her hooded gaze searched the pool of patrons as though she expected more than what was present, but it was simply a pull of information to gauge her environment. ""Hi, I guess."" Scratching the back of her head, the spill of her snowy locks was held in a precarious bun, loose enough to fall apart at any moment. Done when she was sorting groceries, it was a great parallel to the women herself - clinging desperately, constantly in fear of falling apart. Errol would never admit as much because realistically, this was the best place for her to be.

Even if she despised the bar, the patronage, and the weird hours she ended up keeping for the latter two.

""So, what's going on tonight?"" Unlike so many of the supernatural sorts the tavern catered to, Errol didn't have the capability to hear perfectly from rooms away. All she had was basic human capabilities that one would associate with a human who appeared in their early to mid-twenties. Funny story, but Errol didn't know her real age anymore. To complicate things, whatever someone pinned her age as, she was. What did it matter? ""Lots of new folks. Adon didn't show for his shift, I bet."" A glare moved across her visage, brief and clearly pointed at Chance, but it only lasted as long as the thought did.

""He hasn't been here in like a month. Off fucking his way through adverts. Whatever.""" 604,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-17T11:24:00,BoundObsession,"The sudden outburst from Set had caught Colin off-guard. There was almost a religious fervency to the way he went at Chance. Curious given his attitude when religion was brought up earlier. But the most passionate zealots often attack others to mask their own weaknesses. To Set, that weakness seemed to be an infatuation with Errol merely because she looked like him. Strange! But as Colin moved to intervene, something happened. Set tried to lay a hand on Chance's thigh, believing the ring he wore would have some power over her. It didn't. Had it even touched her skin? Set seemed to think so, given that malevolent smile. Chance seemed less than impressed, though. Colin could sense energy emanating from her, though what those two saw at the point of contact, he couldn't.

""A force field? Cool!"" he murmured, letting uncharacteristic modern vernacular slip into his speech.

Clearly he was over-matched in this group. But it wasn't any of these people he was hunting, so he didn't worry about their powers. He just filed it in his mind as something else to think about. He was about to lapse into his thoughts, ignoring the conversation around him when Errol came out of the kitchen. Did that mean that he'd have to make believe he was hungry for Brock's sake? What the hell! It wasn't worth the effort to try to stomach food that no longer held an appeal for him. Let someone else ask about a meal. And let Brock think what he wanted to.

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 605,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-17T15:47:00,Guest,"""Grrr..."" Jim made a mocking tiger sound towards Chance and Set. ""Someone just got their balls snipped."" He made an obvious survey of Chance's outfit before finishing his comment towards the dueling pair. ""I wonder where she keeps them after collecting them.""

Seeing Errol stroll back into the room, Jim waved for her attention. ""Hey sweetheart, rumor has it this place has some food. Now, I am no stranger to the kitchen, but I didn't want to intrude on someone else's domain. Is there a chef, or is it every beast for themself?""" 606,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-17T15:52:00,GMO,"""Colin, you must be deep in this. Cop or no cop, I just learned something that...."" He paused because the enormity of what he had just learned was so big that his consciousness couldn't grasp it. He opened his mouth and nothing came out because he hadn't formed his thoughts. Eventually: ""My world has changed, man. The world out there? The world I lived in? It's a lie. It's a fucking fabrication. So, yeah, I have questions. Not because I'm a cop, but because everything I ever learned is a lie. The order of my whole fucking universe has changed, and it could be a matter of life and death that I know what the truth is now that I have seen the truth and the truth has seen me.""

The way that Set spoke to Chance - if this were a normal bar - would have Brock bouncing the guy out on his head. It was uncool for a guy to get in a woman's face like that back in the world he left and to try to grope her like that? But this wasn't a normal bar, was it, but he still got to his feet, unbuttoning his jacket so he could get access to his pistol or the blackjack he kept next to his pistol if necessary.

He noticed Chance's eyes change - holy shit! - but he had been prepped for it. She. Wasn't. Human.

He also got a sense of something else - of some kind of darkness around her. He thought, at first, it was a trick of the light or suggestion. But he remembered getting that feeling when he was a child, too. The priest at the parish had a similar dark energy about him, the principal at the school, a politician he met as a child that looked at the whole class like they were an entree. He blinked because it was so strange.

Then she was speaking as nothing had happened.

He said, settling back on his stool, buttoning his jacket, again, ""Yeah. Well, I guess? Like I said, this is all new to me and I'm getting the sense the things I don't know might just be able to kill me. And since I'm big on not dying, hey, why not learn what I can? And I might be all too human, but I never got where I wanted to go with a lady by violating anyone's personal space. You've got to wait for the invitation. Unless you're a fucking pig-dog scumbag, I guess, but I suspect you've got a way to handle those, Chance.""

Brock gave a single laugh and said to Errol, ""Hi, to you, too. I guess. I'm trying to figure out what kind of supernatural being everyone here is and what that means. In a way that won't get me killed the moment I step out the door. Set tried to get handsy with Chance, who seems to have it covered. Colin is trying to liquor up everything in a skirt and getting defensive if other guys show they're interested in girls. Oh, Hazel is vying with Jim for 'best able to drink,' and being all coy with Colin. The rest escapes me. Someone wanted you to make food for them. I've been hitting the Four Roses pretty hard, probably owe you about forty bucks, though at this point I might as well just buy the bottle.""" 607,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-17T17:22:00,BoundObsession,"Colin chuckled at Brock's interpretation of events. Other than moving to intervene when Set started violating Chance's personal space, he hadn't really cared if other males were flirting with the two women. He said nothing when Brock had his hand on Chance's. And aside from choking on his drink with laughter at Brock's clumsy attempts to find out if she was wearing panties or not, he'd said nothing at that point either. As far as he was concerned, Brock had no chance with Chance. Likewise, he'd said nothing when Jim was flirting with Hazel. And for the same reason. No, he didn't think he was better than them. He just thought their approaches lacked the subtlety needed to get Brock in Chance's dress or Jim in Hazel's room upstairs. As for plying the women with drinks, he'd merely mixed their orders. And then Hazel took off on her own after that point.

But at this point, it didn't seem worthwhile to argue the point. The man was going to think what he wanted to think. Brock was an open book, as compared to everyone else in the room. And Colin wasn't really interested in reading further. So he turned his attention to the question of the three shot glasses Hazel kept filling. He'd never had much use for shot glasses, unless they were for mixing a drink. If a person was going to consume three shot glasses of anything, why not just use a larger glass? Maybe the three shot glasses symbolized three people in her life. People who were no longer around.

As for Chance, the longer he was around her, the more he realized she was far more than he'd originally assumed. Yes, he was attracted to her sexually. But just like Brock, he also was trying to get a handle on what she was. He knew little about the fae, which was why he automatically assumed she was one. As far as he knew, only the fae had the kind of powers she'd exhibited. The difference between him and Brock was that he wasn't going to ask questions. He knew full well that the answers received would be lies or some convoluted response designed to give him a headache without actually answering the question. For him, the solution was just to observe and wait for everyone to divulge the truth in their own time.

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 608,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-21T06:23:00,FridayWolf13,"It was all Hazel could do not to laugh at Jim. Or his words, at the very least. She didn't plan on divulging her secrets to Jim. Not for a simple question and definitely not for the sake of his joking flirtation. So she fixed him with a quirked-brow gaze and offered something somewhere in between a smirk and a smile. ""Can a girl not just down shots for fun these days?"" She quips softly, her voice full of the same amusement as his. ""Besides. I'm not seeing much magic around here."" Well, Hazel had certainly spoken much too soon for that factor. Because the display of Chance's unbridled power against Set's sudden aggression sent a shiver along the brunette's spine, Brock's comment noticed and then out of her mind within a moment.

Unsure of how the change in atmosphere had occurred, her gaze flitted between those closest to the pair's dissension. When she refocused on Chance, she could see the end of the had-been spat, even Brock returning to his seat as the stunning blonde continued as if nothing had happened. Hazel slowly takes the bottle she'd abandoned on the counter and holds it closer to her as she considers pouring another three shots, unsure and quiet in the wake of what'd occurred. Surely she'd experienced more than her fair share of violence and aggression, but it was still something she despised with her very being. She was just beginning to relax when Chance's voice caught her off guard. For a moment, she considered avoiding the answer, but Hazel rather liked the mysterious other woman. Which the shapeshifter had a very suspicious feeling had to do with whatever Chance was. And for her credit, Hazel never learned of many species outside of her family home. Not many ever bothered them.

""Ah, it is the latter, actually. I feel the slightest bit upon the first drink, but it goes away quickly,"" she explained in a quiet tone, forest hues sticking to the other woman's for a short moment before Errol enters the room and introductions begin anew. Hazel almost introduces herself right away, but Brock's intervention of his run-down of the night's occurrences- which may or may not have been correct, but Hazel ignores in it's entirety- keep her quiet as she finally pours three more shots and sets the bottle down. Once again, they're left to sit for a moment as she meets Errol's gaze and offers a short smile, ""Hello. Hazel. It's a pleasure."" Instead of awkwardly offering her hand, she dips her chin in acknowledgement. After another moment, when conversation seems to lull for a second, Hazel tips back the shots in a rapid daze. ""I need to stop. I think my bill is getting kind of hefty too."" And it's honestly such a waste." 609,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-21T07:46:00,BoundObsession,"""Do you even taste it when you consume it that quickly, Hazel?"" The reason Colin sipped his scotch was because he wanted to savor every drop. It wasn't quite as pleasurable as the scotch he drank as a human, however. It wasn't that scotch had changed it's taste, but his tastes in drink had changed. Scotch had become a memory of what life was when he was a man and not a monster.

What it must be like to be a bar owner, only to find that your bar is a gathering place for monsters. Colin began to understand why Errol seemed less than enthused at her clientele. When you keep company with vampires, you never know when they might decide to drink something (or someone) not found on the menu or on the wall of alcohol.

As for the question of finances that Hazel brought up, Colin didn't look wealthy, but he was. Having the power to shape-shift into small vermin had it's advantages when it came to listening in on conversations between stock brokers, corporate executives or government officials. He'd been doing insider trading even before the term had been coined. So he wasn't concerned about the size of his bar tab. But for him, money was not the end goal, but merely a means to an end.

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 610,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-22T11:10:00,Villains,"

Silent as a snowflake, Errol crossed her arms and leaned against the back counter of the bar, mindful of the shelves. A plethora of salutations and commentary followed, to which she nodded, but her concern was diminutive at best. With liquor readily available, most patrons would have found their usual needs met. In her absence, someone had pulled out the keys to the rooms, crossing off another potential query she might need to answer. Seeing that Chance was smirking like a Cheshire cat, the albino's suspicions found the culprit without a single accusation being made.

The One Night Stand had other staff,technically, but none were present to receive a scolding. Not that Errol was very good at scolding anyone, more comfortable with unspoken judgment than she was with airing her grievances. Especially in front of customers - paying or otherwise - because that drew unwanted attention. Now that the eyes of several individuals settled on her, her shoulders slumped and she looked away, focusing her sights on the fire in the distant fireplace.

""Okay, well, I can make food. Sure. Tell me what you want and I'll hop to it."" Chewing the side of her tongue between thoughts, she answered further with, ""I couldn't really help with the race guessing game. Chance is Arden, which is some sorta space faerie or something. I think Sam is... actually, I'm not sure. We got a specter and another space faerie thing on the staff, as well as a ghoul, but they aren't here at the moment."" Her hands broke from their crossed position so she could cup the back of her neck with one set of long digits. ""Usually see lots of vampires and shifters. Sometimes we get mortal folks - witches and warlocks and seers. The kind of people who belong here more than they do out there."" She gestured toward the door, sighing.

""Got one, a wayfaring necromancer, who comes in and does magic tricks. Usually, she's trying to hustle someone, though. Conjuration stuff, but she's actually just stealing something from someone else. Can't make something out of nothing, right? Well, that doesn't mean you can't take something from elsewhere and teleport it to yourself."" Errol frowned, less amused by the second. ""Finding out how magic works is a real buzzkill.""

Crimson hues finally returned to the crowd of faces, trying to remember to place names to their respective faces. ""If I'm headed into the kitchen, you might as well give me the orders now. Last call for food.""" 611,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-22T11:55:00,Villains,"

Space faerie.

That was why Errol was so amusing to the Fae. It certainly wasn't her doom-and-gloom attitude, though even that could be humorous on the right occasion. Humans were constantly changing Chance's perspective on life, allowing her to vicariously experience their customs and conventions when it was convenient for her. It was like a vacation from her own reality, living like a human would without having to suffer from the countless problems humanity faced. When all was said and done, she could vacate the fleshlands and return to her own kind scot free, where they would have zero interest in her holiday on Earth so long as she didn't dispose of another Watcher.

Her smile did seem rather Cheshire for a moment, didn't it? Death as entertainment certainly earned her approval.

Now wasn't the time, of course. Rare was there a time and place the Fae could get away with all the things she wished to get away with, so she did less now than she did a decade ago and imagined the trend would continue until the boredom finally drove her elsewhere. She licked her lips when she spoke to Brock with a short, ""See what I mean? Space Faerie. Humans just don't get it."" With no more drink to focus on, her hands sought the cuff of her fur wrap, teasing at the collar while she decided how in-depth her answer would be. ""You don't want to see the magic here, Hazel. It's not the whimsical storybook variety.""

Perhaps she meant to elaborate but found it insubstantial. How does one explain magic?

""Don't sweat the bill. What use does a building have for paper currency?"" Her sights lowered to her lap, set on how her position brought her closer to Brock, though she wasn't particularly trying to garner his attention. Their closeness was, all things considered, a natural response. The officer had more alcohol in him than he knew what to do with, and the hour was getting late. Late enough that it might be time to retire. ""Oh, I'm not worried about Set any more than I worry about anyone else. It isn't my place to patrol lost souls."" With her sights once more rising, the Fae asked, ""Are you planning to stay the night, Brock? You strike me as the type to have a life and responsibilities, and staying here is indicative of ignoring both.""" 612,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-22T14:59:00,GMO,"""Yeah, space fairie, that makes total sense,"" he said to Errol. ""Right. A faerie. From space. Because that's where people keep the faeries, between the Martians and Klingons."" Then: ""I'm being a sarcastic jackass, ma'am, make nothing of it. Thanks for the straight shot, even if I'm not sure any of it makes any sense to me, and I still have no proper idea why the fuck I'd be in a place of magic, except that I'm not who and what I think I am. Which is strange to learn at my age.""

Though he had to admit that usual places were just as weird. He grew up on a steady diet of Irish folklore, where most of the Good People (so named not because they were good but because they were touchy and you were currying their favor) lived in barrows or mystical lands like Tir-Na-Nog, which could be found through barrows, or crossing the Western Ocean (called the Atlantic nowadays), or going under the waves. It wasn't consistent from story to story. Space? Not so much, but he wasn't apt at metaphors.

He shifted his focus on Chance. ""Maybe she's not Irish enough. And the Gentry do have a way of provoking strong reactions in we mere mortals, and I've heard tis better to spend a night with the Good People than all the whiskey in Ireland,"" he said, laying on a bit of a plastic Paddy accent. He dropped the accent, because it was good only in small doses. ""I might not mind seeing magic. I don't think anyone has ever taken me as whimisical in my whole fucking life. I think it'd be interesting.

""But... sure, I have a job out there. I don't keep bankers hours, though, and my bosses are lenient so long as I get my work done. Which, I have. I was looking to get considerably more hammered than I am and I was hoping to meet a sweet thing impressed by my badge to help me pass the time - but the folks in here are aggressively not interested in such frippery.""" 613,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-22T17:15:00,BoundObsession,"Space faerie? Was that Errol's attempt at humor? Colin had never heard of space faeries. Maybe she'd made up the term to get Brock started and down the rabbit hole once again. Chance was looking inscrutable, neither confirming or denying the label. The Scotsman shrugged his shoulders and decided to let that one pass, certain that someone was pulling his leg.

Laying a hand on Errol's arm, Colin murmured to her, ""I'll be staying more than one night. And no need to fix a meal for me, thank you. By the way, will there be any musical entertainment later on tonight?"" He gave her a mischievous grin, to show he was joking.

He'd long ago adjusted to the vagaries of his time clock. But he'd left a lot of innkeepers scratching their heads at his choice of checkout times. Most hotels expected their customers to check in in the evening and check out in the morning, when the sun was up. That was not practical to one such as Colin. So he'd end up paying for an extra night he wouldn't be using, since he'd be checking out once the sun had gone down. And he'd scared more than a few housekeepers who would receive no answer when they knocked, would come into the room to clean up, only to find the curtains drawn, the room as dark as possible, and him in the bed, still asleep when everyone else had checked out.

Colin was beginning to think he'd misjudged Brock's approach to women. Clearly, the cop had Chance's attention. Whether it was because she found his crude approach amusing or because she actually found him interesting, it was hard to tell. With his comments about Ireland, Colin half expected Brock to proclaim he had some leprechaun blood in him. Which would explain why he'd finally found the One Night Stand. Another thought that made the Scotsman chuckle to himself. He'd always considered the Irish to be a little strange.

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 614,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-22T19:53:00,Guest,"All the hot air in the room was making it stuffy for Jim. He dropped some bills on the counter and walked out, breathing deeply the night air. There was blood in the scent.

He smiled." 615,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-23T23:03:00,Villains,"

""Or you can walk off without putting in an order,"" Errol mumbled to herself as Jim took his leave, ignoring her attempts at hearing what he wanted to eat. Being ignored was part of the job description. After so long, she stopped taking it personally and reasoned that most of the minds crossing the threshold of the One Night Stand were preoccupied ones; this was where they came for quiet. Not silence, per se, but a brand of relaxation that involved chatter and drinks and superficial closeness to strangers with no strings attached. Not her cup of tea, but the customers roistered and reveled to their heart's content until someone crossed a line and earned a one-way ticket through the moon roof.

Nothing was quite so satisfying as seeing a creepy crawly being ejected through the ceiling to fuck knew where.

She had a few classifications she privately used for supernatural folks. Creepy crawlies were the kind of things her mother promised her weren't under the bed. Demons, ghouls, shifters in their shifted forms, and so forth. When they showed up to the bar, her first instinct was to burn the place down, and perhaps on more than one occasion, she tried doing just that. It didn't work. The other group of supernaturals was the Shadows. Always in the background, impossible to detect at first. The Chance Ardens and Adon Vereauxs. She discovered later that each individual would have unique tells to spot, diminishing the value of their poker faces with every visit they made to the bar. The patronage had zero reasons to fear Errol, so they didn't. She was just another mundane human, sans her albinism.

As a fly on the wall, their nonchalance gave her ample opportunity to build an arsenal of information. If ever the need arose, she would be ready to leak her erudition of decades to a greater audience...Or a better trained one.

While she was half zoned out, Colin managed to put a crooked smile on her lips with his comment. ""We used to have a musician, actually. A Siren or something. I can't recall what sort of thing he was, but I remember when his ass got lit up in some turf war bullshit. Serious case of wrong place, wrong time."" Rolling one of her shoulders, her tone turned sardonic as she mused, ""Yeah, cool.Stay as long as you like. Doubt the tavern cares, and I only care if you start askingmefor things."" Adjusting her posture, Errol quickly snagged a clean glass from beneath the counter and slipped around Colin to reach the sink. Pouring herself water, her expression squiggled with thought, knitting ivory brows above their respective reds.

""Look, I said I don't know, dude. Like, she's not one of the fair folk or whatever. I had a talk with Adon about it years ago, about their weird courts and clans and shit, but they're from somewhere six dimensions over or something and it'scomplicated."" Grasping for the words, Errol shot Chance a look of irritated expectancy. ""This is why no one likes you, by the way. You're all smoke and mirrors until you go and have a tantrum- then you'll let everyone know just how fucking batshit you are."" There was a point in Errol's life when she might have recanted on saying anything so candid to the blonde, but if Chance hadn't found a reason to kill her yet, she likely never would.

Over the rim of her glass, she motioned to Brock with her free hand, up and down with the gesture as an open assessment of the officer. ""I still respect the cops, yeah. I mean, they don't do shit for me, but neither does anyone else, so I can't really hold that against them. Anyway, if you're lookin' to impress someone's pants off, I'm sure you're moving in the right direction with her- but don't get fuckin' started down here because I swear to fuckin' hell that I'm tired of seeing people hot dogging and shit while I'm trying to unwind! Unlike most of the clientele here, I have to do things during the day and don't live off a trust fund started 10,000 years ago.""

With one last chuckle, Errol admitted, ""And you think I didn't have a hard time with all this at first? I didn't have an idea in hell what magic was when I showed up here, but look at me now? Here forever, surrounded by it. A big cosmic fucking joke.""" 616,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-23T23:23:00,Villains,"

""I think it takes more than a badge to impress me,"" Chance replied softly, beaming a mischevious smile as though the pair were plotting something conspiratorial. Perhaps in her mind, they were. ""If you come up with any ideas, feel free to share. I've been told I'm rather... adventurous."" His accent was better than any she might have pulled off, though rare was there an opportunity to earn praise from Chance Arden that didn't involve acts of voluntary or involuntary worship in her favor. Errol's tirade was a bit droll, so rather than entirely ignore the snow-topped femme behind the bar, the Fae adjusted her position in her seat and laughed.

""Poor little Errol, trapped by the bar because she made a contract with a demon. I'm sure you're not the one to blame for the contract you signed, after all.""

It was a story she heard more often than she cared to, the tale of Errol's folly, and it didn't take a genius to figure out the ending so Chance felt obligated to speed up the story with a few quick remarks. ""One, you shouldn't have accepted a deal you didn't fully understand. Two, they held up their end of the bargain, didn't they?"" Glazing over most of the bartender's mouthiness was easy when one knew which buttons were best pushed in retort. ""At any rate, it doesn't matter whether you're happy with the outcome or not. This is where you belong."" Enough incentive to stop talking about it if only to spare Errol additional reasons to throw pity parties in her spare time.

""Colin, if you stick around, perhaps you can pressure Errol into hiring more staff. The last batch has been rather flighty as of late.""

@GMO @BoundObsession" 617,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-24T00:43:00,GMO,"The truth to Brock's ""technique"" is that he didn't particularly care if he scored or not. He liked to flirt not because it necessarily went anywhere, but because he liked flirting. If they didn't reciprocate - as was the case with Hazel - that was fine and he didn't press it because he didn't want to be a boor (though he often was, he knew). If the woman wanted to talk, that was fine, too. He liked talking to people (avoiding the things he didn't want to think about, or couldn't say, which was mostly what he did while on the job). He didn't flirt with women as a means to an end; it was fine if that was the end. The only weird thing here was... well, the people weren't altogether human. There was also a sense of risk, but he didn't mind that.

He laughed and said to Errol, ""I'd actually rather talk your ear off than have you cook me food. I think I've got more in common here with you than anyone else. You understand my confusion. I hope it's all fair in these parts to buy the bartender a drink? I could do that. See, it would not have occurred to me that there was a difference between the Fair Folk and space faeries.

""Also... I don't know I can give a pass to 'hot dogging.' Did you just say that? You did. Does that happen hereabouts? Do you ever take part? Inquiring minds want to know."" He lifted his glass to her, took a sip.

He listened to Chance talk about Errol and a deal with a demon and pretended to drink out of his class. There was a burst of old religious terror at the idea of demons cutting deals with mortals, though he remembered from the tales his Gran told that one should be equally wary of making deals with the Gentry. Such things tended to poorly for the mortals who took them up on any offer at all. He filed away to talk to Errol about it later, perhaps privately.

The cop part of his brain said that demons made deals like the Cosa Nostra. They would fulfill their end of the deal and you'd find that your end wasn't exactly what you thought it would be.

He snorted when Chance said it took more than a badge to impress her. ""And it should. They'll give them out to just about anyone. They'll give them to guys who can't hold down a job at Mickey D's. Still, in most joints, you tell a sweet young thing you're a detective, she's set to 'oooh' and 'aaaah.' Then she generally wants to feel my biceps or chest.

""But that sounds like a challenge, Chance. Adventurous? Jesus. With a space faerie not-human magician or what have you, I'm not even sure what that would mean. Like, creating a duplicate of yourself for a three-way? Uh, switching consciousnesses so your partner could feel like what getting fucked as a woman is like?"" He exhaled, trying to think of more things that could be ""adventurous"" by the standards of magical beings. ""Being whisked away to a universe made of purplish, chromatic fractals where one experiences a sense of cosmic oneness with their partner in a timeless dimension?""" 618,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-24T01:37:00,BoundObsession,"""I'll have to check the accommodations before doing that, Chance. But I'm probably not as demanding as you."" Colin grinned, then quietly groaned.

Geesh! Did that cop ever stop talking? He must have Irish in him, because he certainly had the gift of gab. Colin was tempted to step out for a bite. But if the cop noticed his departure and his return and later noticed a low-life had been rushed to the hospital with puncture marks in the neck and a severe case of anemia, he might make a connection. No, instead, he decided to go upstairs to check his room to see how well the curtains would block the sunlight. Though he wasn't sure the sun could reach down into this alley, what with all the surrounding skyscrapers.

The curtains were thick and reached to the ground. The mattress was firm and didn't look too old or stained. And no cockroaches scurried away when he turned on the light to enter the room. Always a good sign when he didn't see cockroaches when entering a room. Vermin he could live with. Hell, he'd shape-shifted into vermin on more than one occasion. But cockroaches, he couldn't stand! Nor could he stand noisy pipes. So he turned on the water at the sink and the tub to check for banging or whining. Nope! Just the sound of water. That didn't guarantee that his neighbors didn't have noisy pipes, however. All in all, the room looked clean and well-maintained. Surprising, for this part of town. And at odds with Chance's complaint that the establishment was understaffed.

Heading downstairs, Colin reached for the Drambuie for another refill. The cop was still talking. (sigh)

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 619,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-25T13:55:00,Villains,"

Errol was quiet for a long moment, her sights lost in the glass she was holding. Partially listening, her mind rolled over several awkward answers before admitting to Brock, ""Nope. Not even once. I don't, uh... do that."" Hotdogging or anything else, really. She just wasn't interested. ""Not sure how much we have in common, aside from being human, and I've been questioning my humanity for the better part of a century."" Pale lashes sealed flush against her cheeks as she reared her head back, letting the weight settle on the back of her neck so her features faced upward toward the ceiling.

""I'm not sure how many times I have to say it, but no one wants to work here. It's not about a lack of trying. It's about a lack of interest."" With an indignant sniff, she asked with a hint of ambiguity, ""And why would they? Egos don't jive with honest work.""

@GMO @BoundObsession @FridayWolf13@ all the people" 620,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-25T14:17:00,Villains,"

Void of any interest in Errol's dreary outlook on the tavern and everything else, Chance merely shrugged and explained, ""If no one wanted the positions, you wouldn't be looking to replace your current employees, right?"" Far be it from her to bring logic into the mix, but as the hour grew later, her patience for woeful chatter was drawing thin. If she wanted to wallow in someone else's despair, she would find a juicy little treat to tease before eviscerating them. Colin didn't understand the frustration accompanying his patronage because he was new, but she expected he would find that a certain measure of comfort in their locale would breed expectations in the future.

Like a bartender to tend the bar or a maid to clean the rooms. Practical positions that any similar establishment would have on site.

Brock had come dangerously close with some of his guesses, earning a chime of laughter from the Fae. ""Oh! Yes, actually, the clone bit is something I've been involved with on more than a few occasions. Not my clones, but a similar idea."" A set of manicured digits relinquished their grip on her wrap to tap gently along the worn veneer of the bar counter. ""I've also traversed planes that are vaguely similar to your description, but my reasons for being there weren't fun ones."" A pause. ""No, wait- some trips were fun, but I doubt that was intended.""

Expelling a contented sigh, the blonde asked, ""Is that why you joined the force? Recognition?""

@GMO @BoundObsession@ everyone

[Sorry about the teeny posts. I have a stomach bug, so I'm 99% checked out.]" 621,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-25T18:53:00,GMO,"Errol was clearly wound tighter than a clock spring. Maybe there was good cause for it - he saw how being trapped in a building with supernatural beings could make for some stress, even if the magic of the joint meant violence was unlikely - but he thought it must be exhausting. Plus, well, this was her prison cell. If she couldn't get out, she should make the best of it.

To Errol: ""That sucks. It's got to be lonely as fuck in here. Sure, whatever happened to you made it so you're stuck here, but it's possible that not everyone who comes through the doors is so bad. No me. I am that bad. But with some beer goggles on... who knows? If you ask nice, Colin will make you a Roman holiday. He's already found the ingredients.""

He got Chance's question all the time, of course. All cops did. Everyone wanted to know why cops became cops. Most of the time, it was simply that it seemed like a secure, interesting job, and you got to help the community.

That wasn't Brock's reason, though. His reason is that his father chained him to a radiator and cracked open his mother's skull with a tire iron. He left them. Brock watched his mother cough out her blood and broken teeth a few feet away and then spent the next four days with the corpse until a truant officer showed up wondering why he wasn't at school. His father was never caught. Brock joined the force because he wanted to find the sonofabitch and kill him. Because he wanted to stop other people from having to go through that kind of shit because he wanted to catch the SOBs who did it and make them pay.

Instead, he was a harness bull for dirty pigs in the force. He was muscle for gangsters with shields.

He didn't say that. He said to Chance, ""Oh, you know. After I got out of the Marines, I needed a job. Being a cop looked like steady work, not boring, and I could help the community.
""But let's go back to the clone thing. You've whipped up a duplicate or something to be part of a tryst? I don't even know what to make of the alternate universe thing, I was just spitballing. Still, I'd pay a dollar to see you whip up a clone. It could even get me to remember that I learned to dance for my cousin's wedding."" Which was his way of moving the subject away from why he joined the force - his answer was canned, of course, but the reasons were personal enough that he didn't want to air them publicly." 622,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-25T18:54:00,GMO,"OOC: Also,@Villains, take care of yourself!" 623,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-31T20:43:00,Villains,"

There was a limit to the number of social interactions Errol wished to have at any given time, and as present conversation flirted with the outrageous, she found herself mentally gauging the various excuses she could use to walk away. Maybe a toilet needed scrubbing. Maybe she missed purchasing a particular item when she was at the store. Maybe she was incredibly tired and unable to function on a human level. Whatever the reason, it was looking as though an excuse would be required to make a break for it. ""I guess I'll just put up some wanted posts online. 'Seeking staff for supernatural establishment hidden in plain sight', or something, right?"" Her sarcasm was scathing, freed from disappointed lips by the sheer audacity of the Fae.

""Sometimes, you talk stupider than you look.""

The back of her neck burned as she shot Brock a flash of genuine objection that may have been about Colin's Roman Holiday or may have been his suggestion of taking it easy. ""I can make my own drinks,"" she answered, ruffled and a tad defensive, the softness of her voice making it seem farther away than it was. ""Besides, I don't really drink on the job... and I'm pretty much always on the job, so you get the idea."" Directing her attention to her water, Errol took a long gulp for emphasis. When she finished, she was more than ready to carry the semi-empty glass back towards the door of the kitchen, stating in transit, ""Bug me when someone needs food or cigarettes or whatever.""

@GMO @BoundObsession @FridayWolf13" 624,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-31T21:02:00,Villains,"

Tinkling a few fingers in a mock wave, Chance let Errol retire without any attempts at a retort, though her silence was often enough to leave an impression of how she felt. Straightening her posture, the Fae hummed a few times low in her throat before her tongue clicked in thoughtful observation. ""I see. You wanted structure and stability... and to help, of course. What a noble cause to join."" His story was the most flimsy topic of the evening, she realized, but sore spots often hid in plain sight. Her own issues were in every move she made if one was capable of seeing the full picture. Lucky for her, they usually weren't, and even when they were, they cared more about getting between her thighs than they did about investigating what made Chance Arden tick.

If she looked the part, she was expected to act the part. Such was always the case with her kind, donning earthly disguises to fit in with a population of extempore dream cattle. To what end, Chance wasn't sure. She just hated being alone.

""Oh, no, Brock. You misunderstand me. He made the clones and I was their muse."" Which, to her credit, was a far politer way of stating she was gangbanged. With practice, Chance had learned to pretty up many of her conversations for the sake of her company. ""But I'm sure your dancing skills are worth a dollar on their own. Here,"" she tucked two deft fingers between her cleavage to retrieve a bill from where she had hidden it and stood, hovering well within the officer's personal bubble as she placed the money down on the counter. A hundred note, to be precise, because Chance didn't carry anything smaller. ""Is this enough to buy a dance?""

@GMO" 625,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-01-31T23:30:00,BoundObsession,"Colin looked up, startled at the mention of his name. Make a couple of drinks and you suddenly become the designated drink mixer? Besides, he'd already noted that Errol was drinking water. If someone pours themselves a drink of water in a bar, that usually means offering them alcohol is not going to win them over. He would have thought the cop would have noticed her choice of drink. He gave her an embarrassed smile, as if to apologize for the other guy's faux pas.

It wasn't as if he had anything against cops. He had a lot of respect for the profession, as a whole. Those who went into the profession to help people earned his greatest admiration. Those who went into the profession because they wanted power, and a badge and gun gave them that power, he didn't think much of. And he had a feeling that Brock was stuck between those two reasons for being a cop. Joining the police force with high ideals, only to have those ideals corrupted. Of course, volunteer firefighters had cops beat. You have to respect someone who volunteers for no or little money to run into burning buildings and carry people out of them.

""WOW! A lot of anger there,"" Colin murmured after Errol went off on Chance and stalked away. The same kind of anger he had towards bloodsuckers shortly after they'd made him one of them. He still hated vampires. But he'd come to realize he couldn't walk around with that hated so visible. Not if he hoped to sneak up on those he wanted to kill without them realizing they had one really pissed-off vampire in their midst. He already had the advantage of being one of them. He couldn't squander that advantage by having a gigantic chip on his shoulder for all to see. So he'd learned to calmly blend in.

When Chance slapped the hundred dollar bill on the bar in exchange for a dance, once again Colin wished there was a piano in the place. He would have tickled the ivories to provide the music, just to see her dance. And who knows, maybe the threads of that dress her body was so tightly fitted into would give way under the stresses of dancing. One could only hope. He chuckled at the image in his mind. Could the Fae read minds? He sure as hell hoped not! But in case she could, he gave her a disarming smile.

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Sandman @Villains @One Wing" 626,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-01T03:29:00,GMO,"Brock laughed, nodded when Errol asked if he got the idea. He also understood why it might be nigh irresistible to prank her - she wasso tightly wound. Watching her snap would be funny in a terrible way, like watching someone step on a rake so it broke their nose.

He said to Errol, ""It's a circular system, yeah, I see that. But, wait, wait, I got this one. This is fuckin' witty. 'The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.' I guess the nuns taught me something that stuck, after all."" Which wasn't true. He'd readParadise Lostseveral times when he was in the Sandbox. He had great sympathy for Satan - the futility of the struggle, and his will to see it carried out at all costs. All the other characters seem unimportant, fated to succeed and immensely proud of their fate, literally supported by divine providence in all their actions. They were all puppets, except for Satan, who at least tried to cut the strings. ""And, Errol, I say this with total sincerity. I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.""

He glanced to Chance, smirked. ""Now I feel gypped. For some reason, that doesn't sound as gripping as the notion of half a dozen of you....""

When she put the bill on the table, his eyebrow perked up. He got out his phone, said, ""I got this, too. My dance teacher loved this guy. Juan d'Ariezo, del Rey del Compás."" It didn't take very long to find d'Ariezo on YouTube, and he put his phone's volume up to max. Indoors, it was loud enough.

He stepped into the open and opened his arms.

""I presume that space faeries know how to tango."" Then he looked to Colin and said, ""Maybe Errol will dance if she won't drink. Something's gotta give or the girl's gonna go fucking nuts. Nuttier.""" 627,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-01T04:57:00,BoundObsession,"

" 628,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-07T02:41:00,Villains,"

""She chooses to be angry, Colin. It keeps her busy.""

Rising to stand, Chance stood in her strappy heels close to six feet tall, her long legs threatening to bring rise to the hem of her skirt with each casual movement she made. Shrugging out of the mink, the fur was left gently tucked into itself on the seat she had just abandoned. ""Wouldn't you be lucky if that were the case?"" She mused, her sights falling on Brock and the sheer broadness of his form, taking careful note of his figure as she sauntered out to an open section of the seating arrangement. ""You had a dance teacher? Well, aren't you full of surprises?"" Sure steps led to his waiting arms where she took one of his hands in her own while her other arm wrapped snuggly around his shoulder. Her scent was distinct but not overwhelming, saccharine sweet like the countless flowers and confectionaries.

Blonde locks tumbled across her bare shoulders as she positioned herself against her partner, nodding once that she was ready to begin. ""Space faeries have all the time in the world to learn new things. A bit of tango here, some salsa there - when it comes to ballroom, I've had a bit of practice."" Full lips broke into a smile, exposing perfectly human incisors and canines as if that may put his potential discomfort to rest. If there were a monster hidden beneath her expression, it certainly did a good job at keeping itself hidden from the occupancy of the One Night Stand. If nothing else, Chance was practiced in the art of subterfuge.

""If I were to take a stab at Errol's issues, I would expect the most prominent of them is that she lacks the wherewithal to make friends. Everyone she hired to work here has since left, leaving her with the task of keeping the tavern afloat without another individual to rely on. I can't imagine wanting to work here, but if someone did want such a thing, she would be grateful. That much I'm certain of."" Cutting Colin a brief look, she added quickly, ""Perhaps someone new to the city who hadn't established any roots? Wouldn't this kind of work be ideal?""

@BoundObsession
@GMO" 629,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-10T02:36:00,GMO,"""I would be lucky if that was the case,"" he agreed, pulling Chance into his arms, one hand in his, the other at the small of her back in a close embrace so their chests touched lightly. She was close to his height and he didn't mind that at all.

He wasn't a great dancer, but he was strong and had good balance, and that went a long way in a tango, and he danced with emotion which was at least as important as technique. He danced in the nuevo tango style - he was a Millenial American, after all - and there were plenty of chances to be sexy. The lustrada - rubbing the partner's shin with your instep during a salida or cross step - the volcada lead from a close embrace brushed his outer hip against her lower belly and hips, the sentada where he lifted her by her waist and ran her body over his leg, the secada where Brock would lift one of her legs and pivot with her in a half-moon or a full circle. And because he didn't think Chance would mind, the closing move was an open leg lift, where he hiked one of her thighs around his waist and carried her up, spun her around with a slide, and ending with one of her feet on the ground, the other around his waist, one hand on the back of her thigh right by where her dress rode up, the other holding her hand. They were close, belly to belly, chest to chest. It was a good effort, but he wasn't even winded, and his heartbeat hadn't gotten above 120.

""I'm not sure I care too much about Errol's issues right now,"" he said, the tips of his fingers on her leg going past the hem of her skirt to trace the bottom curves of her derriere. ""Youarea good looking woman, even this close.""

Then he set her back down. He said over to Colin, ""That's a tango. They're fun.""" 630,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-11T00:16:00,FridayWolf13,"Hazel had to stop allowing her mind to wander such distances in the span of so little time, especially when there was so much occuring around her at the present moment. However, as it was nothing of danger to her being, she remained rather oblivious to most of the subtleties of the room. Colin's question was one she was sure to hear often if she made it a habit to enter bars or other alcoholic venues, but that was a habit she hadn't quite taken up in some time. Perhaps that was she reason she'd been downing her shots in the manner she had. And perhaps that was why the curiosity of this establishment had attracted her so mysteriously.

""You'd be surprised by the things I can taste with just a drop,"" she murmured in quiet reply, at last. Her gaze washed welcomingly over his for a long moment, as if considering correcting her statement to one of less... suggestive connotations, but ultimately abandoning the thought. She merely meant she had extremely well-shaped senses. Leaning across the bar from her seat, she pulled a small foldable wallet from her overcoat pocket and slipped a few twenties near her emptied bottle behind the counter. Her figure stretched over the edge of the countertop, the hem of her maroon dress slipping up over her thighs to reveal more pale freckled flesh before she retook her seat. A tiny smile quirked the corner of her lips as she listened to those at the bar talk back and forth, the somewhat-easy banter between them easing her mind slowly. Until Errol's voice caught her full focus. It was somewhat disarming, what her brain chose to zone in on at times.

Usually see lots of vampires and shapeshifters.That was a statement that stuck with Hazel. Were they the most common supernatural beings that were comfortable in the everyday world, then? Or were they genuinely the most common? Was it because of the ease of creation for beings such as themselves? Vampires were most commonly known to be created by bites, and though shapeshifters were the exact opposite and known to be born rather than bitten, it wasn't an entirely unheard-of concept that some shapeshifter lineages weretransfered through bites. Hazel herself was one of the born shapeshifters. However, there were legends her mother had told her when she was little of them having the power of the Bite in ancient times. Child Hazel, and current Hazel, had been fascinated.

Once again, the young woman lost a few moments of conversation trapped within her own mind. She glanced up from her empty shot glasses, where her fingers had been meandering and dancing over the damp rims, just as Errol finally took her leave from the room. She seemed to be chased out by Chance's intimidating aura as the redhead watched, head tilted ever-so-slightly. Even at the woman's reminder for anything, Hazel remained quiet, not wanting to ask her for anything and seem like a bother. The shapeshifter would find food in the morning. The prospect of the bar-owner possibly having work available, though, was a thought she couldn't pass up. Chance's reminder of the openings, even though it was very clearly not directed at her, was something to ponder over. Still, as Hazel's mind ventured onwards, her eyes seemed to linger on the dancing forms of Chance and Brock. If someone was observant enough, they might've caught the bare, miniscule hint of jealousy in her gaze. Not for either one involved, but rather the ease with which they acquired the closeness. Chance's confidence was evident in the way she sauntered into step with him, Brock's confidence maybe a little more alcohol than actual courage, but it was endearing nonetheless, the way they moved in a steady unison to the song that reverberated from the abandoned phone.

Somewhere in the middle of their dance, Hazel had stood and gathered her shot glasses to take to the sink behind her counter, her hands moving through the motions of washing them without a second thought. She was sure, though, that her eyes hadn't dared to venture far from their tangoing figures. By the time they'd finished, she was stock still behind the sink, blinking at them with an obvious air of admiration and surprise. ""I feel almost as if I should pay for the show,"" she murmured at last. Stepping back from the sink, she glanced around for a hand towel to dry her hands." 631,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-11T08:37:00,BoundObsession,"Colin had been a bartender, among his other professions over the centuries. But that was back when he needed money, which he no longer did. So to take a job here wouldn't make a whole lot of sense. On the other hand, it would provide an excuse to hang around the One Night Stand while waiting for those he was hunting to show up. After all, how many other places in Valesport were gathering points for vampires? He doubted there were any others.

Brock wasn't a bad dancer. And Chance's dress seemed to hold up well to the moves of the tango. The cop's comment to him was amusing, given he'd danced the tango and nearly every dance that became fashionable over the last two centuries. He even knew the sword dance of his homeland of Scotland, though he'd probably be rusty after so many years away from home. But rather than say as much, he nodded and clapped at the performance.

Then reaching under the counter, Colin passed Hazel a towel, asking ""Do you dance, Hazel? If so, just name the tune and I'll try to keep up."" He gave her a disarming smile, hoping to put her at ease. Though she looked in her 20s and he in his 50s, neither one of them were near the age they appeared to be, he suspected.

@FridayWolf13" 632,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-12T09:23:00,FridayWolf13,"Prepared to shake her hands dry- or possibly pat them dry on her dress- Hazel alit with a grateful, appreciative smile as Colin offered her a hand towel. Accepting it with a gracious murmur of thanks, she dried her hands before gently shaking it, folding it in half, and hanging it over the faucet of the sink. There was a second of surprise where she processed that his question was directed to her. Even still, she turned and peered at him curiously with her forest-colored eyes before offering a slightly somber but still welcoming smile. Her head shook twice, slowly.

""Unfortunately my family didn't particularly find such things useful to learn growing up and I.."" There was a soft clearing of her throat. ""I never found the time myself to learn such ventures. I think ballroom dances are all beautiful, in their own manners, even though I don't know anything about them."" She laughed quietly, slowly beginning to step back past him and towards the front of the counter. There wasn't a doubt in Hazel's mind that Colin wasn't anywhere near the age he appeared; and honestly, he looked good for whatever the hell he was. In all reality, Hazel herself was almost double the age she appeared. She didn't know many facts about other lines of shapeshifters- any definitive facts about anysupernatural beings were hard to gather- but her family had always aged much slower than humans. At the charming smile he directed at her, she shared a brilliant one of her own, paused near the opening of the counter where she'd be able to slip back into the public space of the bar.

""I'm afraid it'd be me struggling to keep up with you,"" she chuckled, brushing a few stray hairs from the side of her face. ""Though I appreciate the offer more than you know. If I didn't think I'd embarrass myself after such an incredible performance.."" Her voice trailed off, green hues flitting towards the slowly parting pair on the dance floor as if to enunciate her point. It wasn't that she was uncoordinated. Being a shifter had given her more ability than she thought she had any right to. But that didn't mean she wasn't still prone to overthinking each and every step of the dance. She'd tried dancing once before when she was younger. Thathadn't exactly gone to plan." 633,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-12T10:57:00,BoundObsession,"""Hazel, it doesn't need to be something fancy like the tango. Something slow and easy works just as well for me. At my age, slow will allow me to keep up with you."" Colin was joking, of course. As a vampire, sometimes he needed to remember how fast his reflexes were, compared to humans, so as to slow down and not draw attention. He went over to Brock's cellphone and put in an appropriate tune. A Rogers and Hart piano arrangement with Valentine's Day coming up. He'd known Richard and Lorenz, so it seemed like an appropriate tribute.

With the music on, Colin reached out a hand towards the girl, urging her to join him. ""I promise not to step on your feet, Hazel!"" he said with a smile.

@FridayWolf13" 634,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-12T22:04:00,FridayWolf13,"It was as if her mind was already overthinking the process, whirring a mile a minute to keep up with all of the possibilities her mind enacted. At his statement, that took her a moment but was ultimately deemed a joke, the redhead's resolve cracked slightly. Surely the slower tune he recommended was for her benefit, and as he 'borrowed' Brock's phone for a moment to play the song aloud, Hazel watched in a sort of stock-still daze. She hadn't been lying, of course, she'd have no reason to. The only dance she had ever had the pleasure of participating in had been her second high school's Winter Formal. And Hazel herself had ultimately ended up in the punch bowl.

The lilting sound of the piano keys emanating from the cell phone drew Hazel's gaze, and for a long moment, she stared at the title across the screen. Eventually, the keys seemed to strike her from her stillness, and with an unsteady inhale, she gingerly accepted Colin's outstretched hand. She glanced at his face once, but then fell into a quiet shyness that only intensified the farther they stepped onto the open floor.

""Believe me, I trustyourfeet. It's mine I'm having trouble with,"" she chuckled lightly. The somewhat confident observer that'd been content to meander on the verge of actual social interaction was gone, replaced by the anxious and wary creature that lived just beneath the surface. As the piano continued with lilting pleasantries, she found herself automatically raising a hand to place across his shoulder, the other one turning to clasp his hand familiarly. ""Is this okay?"" She fell still for a moment, green hues flitting to his as their bodies came to rest barely chest-to-chest as they fell into a position Hazel had seen many times." 635,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-13T00:01:00,BoundObsession,"Colin slid his right arm under Hazel's left, his hand on her hip. He decided to go with a simple box step, keeping the movements slow. ""Just mirror my movements, Hazel,"" he murmured to her. ""That's it. You've got it."" He gave her a smile of encouragement. ""I know the song is probably kind of old fashion for you, but I always liked the music of the 30s and 40s. Songs with longer, more lavish lyrics than the songs of today. I could have gone with Sinatra, but I chose the piano because it's a slower beat that's easier to keep up with.""

It also made it easier to talk to Hazel if he wasn't competing with a singer in the background. She was a better dancer than she'd let on. Colin was tempted to slide into a foxtrot, but she seemed comfortable enough in the step they were doing that he decided not to. Looking into those emerald eyes of hers, he said, ""Be honest! Aren't you glad I dragged you out onto the floor?"" He'd noticed how she watched longingly as Brock and Chance tangoed. And unlike Errol, who Brock had suggested he dance with, he knew he'd get a more receptive dancer in Hazel.

He gave her hand a kiss as the song finished with a flourish. ""Very nice. You've been underselling your talent, dear lady.""

@FridayWolf13" 636,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-15T04:38:00,Villains,"

It was, in precious few ways, a gift to be relieved from speaking. All night had been spent talking, discussing and debating the supernatural element of the One Night Stand, yet the most intimate moments came in their dance. He was the lead and he did so beautifully, his hands guiding her hips into his, fingers trailing her skin as they pulled her leg up to bend, drawing him into the heat of her figure. Her mink coat made it slightly less precise than she may have liked, but committing to their movements took most of her attention and that alone was enough to be thankful for. With his features so close, she found it difficult not to kiss him - because what would stop her if she tried - but she resisted for the sake of resisting. If she was going to be chased, she needed to relax and allow Brock ample opportunity to make his move.

Only when their song finished did she regain some sense of singular self, though the sensation of his limbs lingered even after Chance took a step backward from the officer. ""Bravo, Brock."" Said with a smile, she politely clapped her hands together just as the other pair of dancers took the floor, and with a few steps back toward the bar counter, she allowed them whatever space they required. ""You're certainly more graceful than you look."" She wondered if he heard that often. Perhaps women of all shapes and sizes would compliment his abilities just as she had, led on by his position of authority but secured in their part of the deal thanks to his curious talents. Flexible men with stable income were hard to find (or so she heard) and he fit the bill for a certain demographic. Strong, intelligent, rough around the edges yet capable of dancing the tango when urged to.

Brilliant blues narrowed on Brock's visage when the Fae asked, ""Are you sure you're not expected home by now? I wouldn't want to earn another enemy tonight."" A wife, a girlfriend or a long-time lover? Who would miss Brock if he was missing? Chance grabbed her clutch and idled for a moment, her sights breaking from Brock to the dancing duo. ""I think you and I have gone as far as we can downstairs. If you're interested, I have a room...""

@GMO" 637,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-15T22:32:00,GMO,"""Did you expect me to be a lumbering oaf?"" Brock said, raising an eyebrow. ""People dance with muscles. I'm pretty sure I'm graceful because I'm strong."" He said it with deadpan, self-deprecating humor. He did a lot of thing that took good footwork - like many cops, he boxed, and he was better at that than he was a dancer, but it left him with good footwork, too.

""I've got a cat at home. But I've got one of those things that feeds the cat and waters the cat. I could vanish for a week and the damn thing wouldn't notice I was gone. She sleeps on my head unless someone's over, but she hasn't shown signs of jealousy."" He had girlfriends - most good-looking cops had a phone packed with the numbers of women who wouldn't mind fucking a cop - but his lifestyle didn't permit emotional intimacy and he didn't particularlywantanyone to have a good, up-close look at how he lived his life. He preferred one night stands.

Brock looked over at Colin and Hazel while they danced. He said, ""They're using my phone for their music. I'd be a jackass if I took itnow."" But he stood close to Chance and put a hand on her hip. He looked at her, knew she was a rare beauty, the kind that most men would never get the opportunity to touch - so hewasgoing to her room. ""We could make out until they're done?"" He leaned it close, brushing his lips against hers." 638,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-16T04:55:00,FridayWolf13,"There was an obvious air of familiarity as Colin took up his form and slowly guided Hazel into the dance, but the woman was grateful for the sense of leadership he bestowed upon her until she understood the steps. She listened to the steady thrum of energy in the air of the bar, the thump-thump of their heartbeats in unison, and the way his voice lilted over the explanation he proffered her. She let her body sway with his, each step causing them to brush chests or hips, as Hazel tried not to overthink each step or possible misstep as her gaze strayed from his to her feet every so often. She was incredibly elated when his guidance led them successfully through a slow but sensual dance.

""The piano is lovely. I don't mind older music at all, and some of it I even like,"" she teases quietly. ""Solos are usually a favorite of mine, depending on the instrument. Piano is a close second, I suppose, but violin is my personal favorite,"" she admits with a smile as they continue matching their steps in time with the song. As it slows, beginning to gradually fade, she meets his gaze. Her brows raise the faintest bit and she shares a sly, mischievous smile.

""Honestly?"" She paused. ""I am. I really appreciate the invitation, so.. thank you. I think.. I think dancing isn't as, ah, hard as I believed it to be."" The song finally ended and they parted, the sudden absence of his tall figure against hers leaving her feeling warm and unsteady, which she'd never admit aloud. How long had it been since she'd been held, even in a simple embrace? Exhaling slowly, to regain the balance she sought so desperately often, Hazel watched as he raised her hand to his lips. The subtle warmth of his breath on her skin as he kissed her hand in departing grace left a shiver that traversed her body swiftly. She gave a short and sweet curtsey, eyes roaming Colin's face.

""The truth is that I'm a fast learner. And you are apparently a very impressive teacher, if I did as well as you say."" Hazel- whether consciously or unconsciously- was still relatively close to Colin's personal space, her chin tilted up slightly so that she could appraise his gaze more evenly. Unfortunately- fortunately?- for Hazel, she could hear almost anything in vicinity whether she wanted to or not. And the way things were sounding, Colin and herself were going to be abandoned on the dance floor relatively soon. Eyes still on his, she shared a bemused and slightly awkward smile with Colin, trying her best not to look over her shoulder towards where Brock and Chance were standingvery closely." 639,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-17T18:35:00,BoundObsession,"Colin's hearing was incredibly sensitive, like most vampires. So he knew the only thing keeping Brock and Chance downstairs was Brock's cellphone. He dug out his own cellphone when the dance was finished and passed Brock's back to him. ""Thanks for the use of the phone."" He was tempted to wish Brock the best of luck upstairs, but that might be setting him up for failure. So he just gave him a nod of farewell. By the end of the night, all of Brock's questions would probably be answered.

Turning to Hazel once more, Colin asked, ""Another dance? You can choose the music this time. We could even invite Errol to join us."" He gave her a wicked grin, not sure how a threesome on the dance floor would work.

He was really hoping she wasn't ready for bed yet, because he wasn't. He was a night-owl who usually only slept during the day. There were days when he longed to be captain of a ship once more, sailing under a clear blue sky. But those days had been stolen from him. Now he hid from the sun and looked to the moon to light his way.

Hazel, like Chance, was a mystery yet to be solved. He suspected she was a fae, like Chance. But beyond that, he knew little else. What was with the three shot glasses? Was there a story there that might turn into a minefield if he got too close? He had to assume she was considerably younger than him, given that shyness that an older woman like Chance had outgrown. And like him, she traveled light. She'd brought no luggage with her, though she was staying the night. But if she was a fae, she could magically whip up whatever she needed. Or so he assumed, since he always associated fae's with fairies and magic. Though until this evening he'd never met one. And all he knew of them was what others had told him.

@FridayWolf13 @GMO @Villains" 640,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-21T03:23:00,FridayWolf13,"Hazel's expressions were a tell-all, stuck somewhere in between amused, curious, and awkward all at once as Colin returned Brock's phone to his person. The redhead chuckled airily, offering a subtle smirk after his statement. Her gaze flickered towards the door Errol had disappeared behind, head quirked very slightly, as if she was genuinely considering it. She was sure Colin was more than joking, but Hazel's mind was always ready to run a mile a minute over every viable option. Voice dropping in tone and hoping desperately the fae in the room didn't have super senses, Hazel murmured, ""Perhaps Errol will join us once Chance is further.. preoccupied."" After all, the woman had seemed slightly bothered by her lack of employees available that evening. Perhaps she'd be drawn out to ensure things weren't in complete disarray before retiring to bed. Hazel wasn't quite sure what she'd prefer more.

""As for another dance,"" Her voice lilted upwards, eyes sweeping away from the door across the bar and towards where Colin stood before her. ""I'm more than up for it, if you are."" This time, Hazel pulled out her own phone from her overcoat and abandoned the coat on the barstool. Her phone wasn't anything new or fancy, but it did the job and loaded Youtube alright. It took her a moment, scanning quickly through the songs she'd marked over the past few months, but she finally settled on a song. It was a violin cover of a modern song, but one beautifully crafted and seemingly unique, at least to Hazel. There was something about the way the artist recreated the beat, the rhythm, and the lyrics with just one instrument that stole her breath whenever she listened. It was Viva La Vida, and although it was quicker than their previous song, it had a striking variation of notes that built the listener to the climax of the tune with such passion it made her heart ache. The music was quicker to fall into beat, and this time it was Hazel who profered her hand to be taken.

""I hope this is alright. It's definitely not a classic or anything, but it's such a beautiful cover."" Stepping closer once more, but slightly unsure of where to begin, she offered a half-hesitant, half-determined smile. ""And it's also a bit faster, if Errol does want to join us. I think slow dances are a bit more difficult to fit three people in,"" she laughed quietly, her face graced with a pleasant smile that seemed content to stay. Their dance had definitely lightened her mood, though if anyoneknewher, they'd know the signs of anxiety that prickled at her skin when they saw it. They way her gaze occasionally flitted towards the doorway- the frontdoorway, as if expecting someone any moment- and the way her body seemed to be constantly tense, prepared for a mad escape run at any time, were only slight details, but familiar if you knew what you were looking for. With that all lurking beneath the surface, Hazel was more than content to stay downstairs and dance the night away. She rarely slept these days, the tiniest hint of make-up covering the dark circles under her eyes, but she pushed away any exhaustion she ever felt because it was useless, trying to sleep with the anxiety suffocating her. It formed shapes and figures in the corners of rooms at night, eyes that glinted red and teeth that glinted ivory. And they always,alwayswhispered her brothers name.

" 641,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-21T04:28:00,BoundObsession,"((OOC: Did you mean to say cover? There's so many covers of that song to choose from. lol))

Colin gave her a wicked grin. ""Hold that thought and the music for a moment. I'll see if I can drag Errol out of the kitchen to join us. If she says no, well at least I tried."" He was elated that Hazel was coming out of her shell. Now he needed to get Errol out of her's as well. The song was more of a bounce around the floor type song rather than a formal dance, so any number of people could join in.

""Errol, if you're in here it's time to get out on the dance floor, lass!""

@Villains @FridayWolf13" 642,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-21T06:45:00,FridayWolf13,"((OOC:: You know what, I'm an idiot. Idid mean to say cover, I just spaced and forgot to add the video I found for that particular song. Wow. Go me. One sec while I go fix that.))" 643,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-26T18:35:00,Villains,"

""You're cute,"" Chance purred, her features beaming with amusement over Brock's latter comment. Reminded of long nights that didn't end with her entangled in borrowed sheets, the Fae bowed her head and found a moment of silence in the midst of music playing and patrons dancing and the officer's hand coming to rest on the cusp of her hip bone, where his fingers traced the curve of flesh beneath what little fabric dared separated them. ""I can't remember anyone suggesting I make out with them, which is peculiar considering how many individuals I've made out with."" But it wasn't his choice of words that threw her for a loop; humans said silly things ad nauseam. It was how Hazel and Colin danced, in their balance of ease and unease, and ultimately, in how she could see others in the steps they took.

Gently, she hummed quietly to the tune of the song playing, her body tenderly reclining along the line of Brock's upper body. ""I can't say my expectations were high. An oaf, lumbering or otherwise, isn't so uncommon when one is looking for a companion in a bar. Regardless of the magical nature of said bar, you're taking a risk each time you try your luck with a stranger."" Chance didn't prefer one night stands over emotional intimacy - she merely knew better than to expect something weighty with shadowy figures from seedy places. She also had a tendency to eviscerate individuals she slept with because they made themselves disposable. She was always happy to oblige a deathwish, after all.

""I have a cat as well,"" she admitted as her portrait turned sidelong, directed at Brock so she could brush her lips to his, her body soon following suit so she was pressed flush to his larger frame. ""A relative of the first cat I ever owned. That was..."" She found the words difficult because her attention no longer had any desire to discuss cats or how his phone played for strangers or how she had holes she would never fill and sex was only to pass the time of an incredibly long existence. The blonde sighed, listless and melancholic, beautiful in the way flowerbeds drowning in the rain were.

""A long time ago."" The whisper fed into a kiss, her lips accepting his, surrendering the full embrace of needy buds seeking affection in any manner they might receive it. She didn't want permanence, no. Chance wanted something to make her nights seem less futile and her days less remorseful.

@GMO" 644,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-02-28T05:29:00,GMO,"""De nada,"" Brock said to Colin as he took back his phone while Chance draped herself more over him. ""Far be it for me to stand in the way of a good dance.""

The more Chance touched him, the more everything else dwindled away. He was a touch drunk and she made it easy to put aside all that stuff about supernatural beings and magical bars. And under his suit, he was solid, dense, and hard. It was one of the reasons his patron liked him so well - he liked tough guys who were physically fit, who cut a certain look in a uniform, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Brock had that.

""That's true, you do take a chance, just the same if you meet someone at church..."" he breathed as she pressed herself against him.

Then they were kissing. One of his hands slipped and held her backside firmly, pressing her hips against hers, where she would feel his sex hardening against her belly. The other hand put itself into her hair at the back of her head, and he pressed her backwards with the kiss, making it deep, all of mixed breath and the warmth of their tongues, almost lifting her up because - reflexively - he knew that many women liked men like him because of their physical strength, so he made it so she was barely on her feet as they were pressed together. He paused, broke the kiss, then kissed her from another angle, the hand on the curve of her backside going around her waist and picking her up. It was all a little more public than he was used to, but he didn't care, because he'd wanted to kiss her all night. And he wanted to forget the things he did that made his hands bloody, and the person he had become when he wasn't looking. That's why he came to the bar. He hadn't expected to pick up someone as lovely as Chance, but ignoring his emotions in sex had been his plan from the start.

He moved a few steps towards the stairs before setting her down. He broke the kiss, breathed, ""Which room is yours? Take me there. Right now.""" 645,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-03-22T03:14:00,Twistedgwen,"Gwenom happended to walk by the building. Wearing street clothes to hide her face, she opened the door and walked in. Although she is a demonic symbiote, Gwenom is not well, popular with other creatures.

Gwenom walked into the building and sat at the bar. When the bartender asked her what she wanted to drink, Gwenom politely refused, since she was not thirsty. She took off the hood to reveal a big scar that went across her left eye, leaving her half blind. Gwenom did not have much cash on her so she sat back. The real reason she came here was to find someone to talk to, but Gwenom already knew that was never gonna happen, so she payed for a drink and sat at the bar for about a half an hour." 646,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-07-27T09:48:00,megs,"It shouldn’t have felt so much like coming home.

Aisling sighed. The breath billowed outwards in a cloud of white menthol smoke from her cigarette. She ashed idly on the sidewalk as she gave the familiar building a dubious once over. Yellow eyes scanning for any sign of the passage of time. What had she really expected to change? Lifting the nearly spent cigarette to her mouth, she inhaled deeply before tossing the glowing bud onto the ground and crushing it beneath the toe of her black leather boot.

Another sigh. Another cloud of white smoke.

Home had been the place she had been pulled from to come back here.Home was certainly much nicer than the dreary looking storefront in the bad part of a worse town. But the fortune teller was at the whims of the goddess who plagued her with vague and prophetic dreams that had filled her with a desire to return that couldn’t be ignored.

What was she supposed to find here?

She rearranged an ill-fitting jacket over her shoulders. It was leather like her boots, but clearly designed for a person much taller than she was. The article had stopped smelling like the woman it belonged to a long time ago, and for a moment, Aisling’s heart ached with the loneliness of her missing partner.

The oracle considered lighting another cigarette to stall. Though, she didn’t know exactly what she was avoiding. Clawed fingers pushed through curling red locks. “Just go,” she urged herself forward in an unmistakable Irish brogue. Seemingly unwilling feet carried her forward and through the door that lead to the interior of her apparent home away from home. She reached up and touched one of the runes above the door out of habit more than anything else as she crossed the threshold.

Everything was exactly how she remembered it, and Aisling couldn’t decide if that was disappointing. Mostly empty with the lingering scents of smoke and sex. Somehow it felt like entering another world.

She continued to move forward. No bartender... no surprise there. Her head turned to and fro, scanning for any signs of life. Aisling shrugged out of the jacket and left it hanging over one of the barstools as she walked behind the counter. Heavy boots marked her steps in a steady cadence. She opened a beer cooler, that was fully stocked despite no evidence of anyone working there. Aisling had long since stopped being wowed by this. Retrieving a green bottle from within she popped the top of with a bottle opener attached to the back of the bar and took a swig.

Aisling lifted the bottle to toast the empty room. “Good to be back,” she said to no one in particular, before taking another long pull from the bottle." 647,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-07-27T10:47:00,Villains,"At some point, Taiga had made a list of sorts in hope of better articulating her most recent scheme. It had been too long since her last visit to Valesport, which meant it had been too long since her last check-in with her long-time beau. It wasn’t uncommon, of course. Duty had a bad habit of coming between wants and desires, and though Taiga had very little want or desire outside what dynamic she shared with Aisling, she was left with the overwhelming sense of duty tied to her namesake. The Arden never had a say in their lives. Instead, as was a tradition (and an ever-nagging obligation), Taiga’s life revolved around the comings and goings of one Nic Morandori.

Now, her list wasn’t terribly elaborate. It was just enough to get the point across.

Pros:

- Couples have kids. It’s totally normal!

- Fae are way easier to manage than adopted babies!

- They have your hair, so how can you not like them?

- Only one of them is a klepto!

- <something scribbled out>

- I love you! They will too!

Cons:

- You didn’t get to watch them grow up, but that’s okay because it only took me like a day to make them.

- You have a life and don’t want to be dragged down by kids, but it’s okay because these are adults!

- You might not like them… which is also okay because they’ll fuck off if you don’t.

- <smudged> could possibly want to adopt in the future. Don’t worry! They’re the perfect live-in babysitters!

- <something scribbled out>

- Caspian was mad.

Studying the jumble of chicken scratch, she went over it several times to ensure she didn’t fuck it up, then grabbed her keys from the rack and headed out. Taking the stairwell, she skipped half the steps on the way to the ground floor and jogged past the usual collection of the derelict and depressing. Taiga didn’t live comfortably. If anything, she lived like half her junkie neighbors did, only without the sweet escape of poison in her veins. They got to nod off and crank out while she had to run, jump and fly across the world to make sure she didn’t lose Nic while he was on a hunt. He was the Carmen San Diego of her life, globetrotting to break countless laws for the greater good… or so she tried to explain to Aisling on previous occasions. Nic being a contract killer was glossed over for the time being.

Knowing the truth would only make her worry.

That, and Aisling knew what was to come before it had come, and that was an assuring way of reminding Taiga that nothing got past her partner. Glimpses, visions, prophecies and some sort of future sight all made it near impossible to keep secrets, though, to Taiga’s credit, she rarely had reason to. Even this grand scheme was nothing more than a belated present. Completely harmless and totally not weird. Well… Not as weird as it could have been.

Reaching the parking garage, Taiga slipped over the seat of her motorcycle and started it up with a rumble of smoke-belching antiquity. Her bike was a classic - she doubted anyone could argue that. Every so often, someone would steal it, but that was taken care of as quickly as Taiga could pop to Paris and back. These kinds of issues tended to sort themselves out before she even had a chance to get angry. After all, when you dump a would-be thief in a foreign country without any lines of communication or money to spend, they rarely bother you again. After several years of this, she was the reason a small English speaking town in the French countryside existed. The name?

New Valesport.

For all the flashiness associated with riding a motorcycle, it would’ve been quicker and cheaper to just teleport. Fae often took for granted their abilities, favoring human methods of just about everything because it really brought to light how short-lived humanity was. How could humans spend so much time at work? How could they stomach living 70 or so years just to throw 40 of them away for the sake of being responsible adults? Their society was a joke. Getting rich after a lifetime of work? The biggest joke. Old humans couldn’t appreciate their accumulated wealth and their children would waste it. Taiga would never know what that was like. She sort of existed with every intention of always existing. It was, in some small way, a rather boring way of looking at immortality. To exist only because she could.

Meeting Aisling had made her existence more reasonable. Were Taiga a smarter woman, she would have the words to explain how she felt, but she usually defaulted to ‘I love you’ and hoped that carried the weight it needed to.

She arrived unceremoniously, parking her bike against the wall of the neighboring alley. Her hair was a mess of mauve waves, looking extra unmanaged thanks to the trip. Aisling would probably scold her for sleeping on her hair while it was wet, but sometimes napping had to come before beauty. She wore a wife beater and a pair of denim jeans that were probably older than Aisling. Rings on her fingers were only there to distract from the tattoos that crawled from her shoulders to her knuckles. Some were more significant than others, but she had a chibi slice of pizza on her inner left bicep and that probably didn’t need to be there. She glanced over it briefly and simply willed it away because - as a Fae - it was her body and she could do with it as she pleased… mostly.

Shaking out her purple locks, she tried her very best to look presentable as she made for the door. Her boots weren’t anywhere near as fashionable as Aisling's were. Honestly, they looked like she had stripped them off a worker at a sawmill. Taiga didn’t seem to notice her disheveled appearance. It was how she always looked, give or take. Pocketing one hand, she slipped across the threshold, fiddling with her note while trying to decide just what she was intending to say to the woman in the bar. A familiar sense of longing grew as she approached, filling her chest with a sense of… pride? No. Something else. Adoration, perhaps. Something strong.

“Of all the dive bars in this fuckin’ town, I knew you’d be in this one.”
@megs

" 648,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-07-27T12:01:00,megs,"It only took three beers for Aisling to get bored. She lined the bottles in a row on the otherwise empty counter of the bar. Arranging them in such a way that they cascaded the lights above as pale green fractal patterns over the dark wood. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed to be at the One Night Stand, specifically. Maybe, she didn’t. Maybe it was just the place she always fell back into when she returned to Valesport.

The Goddess couldn’t do her the favor of being so precise.

She lit a cigarette before she grabbed another beer, because why not? Holding both items loosely in either hand, she meandered lazily around the open space of the venue. Idle hands took turns supplying her mouth with beer and smoke.

Aisling turned in one slow circle, and then another. For a moment it looked like she was dancing with herself to some unheard melody. The alcohol and the solitude all conspired against her. Her rhythm was interrupted by bumping into the stool she had draped her jacket over. She startled as if she didn’t expect it to be there; her Tarot cards falling out of the pocket and spilling over the floor.

“Shit,” she muttered, setting the bottle on another empty stool and putting the cigarette between her lips to hang there as she gathered the cards back up into a neat pile. They’d fallen entirely face down, except for one that had overturned itself and slid further away from it’s siblings. Holding the deck in one hand, Aisling stood and walked over to the wayward card.

The front door was pushed open to allow entrance to another patron but Aisling ignored it at first. Bending over to pick it up she was greeted with the pleasant image of The Lovers posed in a tender embrace. She pulled the cigarette from her mouth, smoke falling slowly from parted lips.

Her attention snapped to the figure in the doorway, because it spoke with a voice that she would recognize anywhere. A few seconds passed as Aisling looked like a deer caught in the headlights, before corner of her mouth curled upwards into a half smile as she wiggled the card in Taiga’s direction.

“Of all the dive bars in this town this is the best one to find women like you in.”

Despite the overwhelming affection Aisling felt for the other woman, she didn’t immediately rush across the room and fall into her waiting arms. This was the game they always played. Teasing and flirting as Aisling pretended to be put out by how long Taiga was always gone. Even though it never lasted very long." 649,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-07-28T11:38:00,Villains,"Guilty as charged.

At a little over six feet tall, Taiga towered above her female counterpart by a head or so, toned and wiry and looking like she would probably put up a good fight if someone stepped up to the challenge. It was all dependant on being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe in the past, she would have charged headfirst into situations where someone was out for blood, but life had thrown a few curve balls her way and she was left slightly circumspect toward situations involving impending danger. It rarely kept a cocky smirk from gracing her features, though. Long steps led her into the belly of the bar, closer to where Aisling had risen from collecting her cards. She stopped just outside of her beau’s reach, one hand still pocketed while the other motioned toward the counter at the back.

“You should be careful in these sorta places. Never know what kind of trash will come in and sweep you off your feet.” A pause followed, Taiga’s sights scanning the open space for a long second before she closed the gap and swept the redhead into a single armed embrace. Her head bowed, portrait buried in auburn tresses that smelled and looked far better than her own. Aisling was soft in all the right places. Delicate. Hard where it mattered, but smooth and fine on the outside like fine art plastered over metal. It wasn’t romantic to consider her lover similar to machinery, but Taiga was a simple woman.

She liked what she could ride.

Half mumbled, she professed in a lazy drawl through hair and scalp, “I didn’t think I’d be gone so long, ya know. Figured it would take a week tops…” She trailed off, finally unclenching the note in her pocket. It could wait. Repositioning herself to give a proper hug, the Fae offered as consolation, “But I bet it was a lot less messy with me gone. You probably cleaned up all my empty pizza boxes and the pillow fort I had chilling in the living room.‌That took me ages, by the way. Ages and ages.”

@megs" 650,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-07-29T04:30:00,megs,"""Maybe, I'm amenable to a bit of sweeping.Maybe,"" she drew the vowels out in a teasing manner. ""It's been far too long since ya girl got swept.""

When it came to their game, Taiga almost always cracked first. Perhaps, it was caused by a guilt for having to be gone for so long. Usually suddenly and without much to give in the way of explanation. Aisling always let her go (not that she had much choice) and the violaceous fae always found her way back. The smirk the redhead had been wearing softened with each step her lover took towards her. It was hard to stay smug when there was finally relief to the constant ache of missing someone so much.

Still holding her cards in one hand, she wrapped both arms around Taiga. She tucked her face against the other woman's collar without care that she smelled like sweat and fumes from that damn motorcycle. She exhaled a sigh of relief against pale skin; her empty hand curled into the thin fabric of the tank top she wore. ""I left the blanket fort,"" she admitted with a laugh. It was a quiet and almost sad sound. ""But I did manage to get the rest of the apartment in order.""

Aisling's hold on Taiga tightened. An urgency to the way she held her. As if she was worried she would slip right out from between her fingers. As if she was trying bury herself in her. The fortune teller was silent for a few beats, before she said, ""It was a really long time, this time, babe.""

@Villains" 651,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-07-29T10:11:00,Villains,"There was a wash of guilt that accompanied Aisling’s admittance, leaving Taiga uncharacteristically quiet.

An apology was in order. No - more than that, a show of good faith was required. It wasn’t that the Fae didn’t think her significant other could handle being alone. On the contrary, she thought Aisling could conquer the universe without any assistance if she really cared to do so. She just didn't think anyone deserved to be left unattended for lengthy periods of time. Something about being an Arden Watcher made the concept quite foreign to Taiga because she was never truly alone and never wished to be. A measure of codependency came with the job. Lost in her thoughts, she was reminded of the note she had written; the gift. Gifts, technically.

With both arms secure around her lover’s back, Taiga finally managed to comment through a barrage of kisses planted on Aisling’s scalp, “Too long. Way too long.”

Exhaling, she relinquished her hold on the smaller figure and again motioned to the bar proper. “Lemme get a drink. I have some things I want to tell you, but I need something to calm my nerves.” To avoid sounding ominous, she promised, “But they’re good things! Great things! I think you’re going to love what I have to tell you, babe. It’s gonna be a game-changer.” Easing free, she sauntered toward the counter and leaned over like a crane, long arms fishing around the bottom half of the serving side to find the shelf of shot glasses. Securing one, she half climbed the bar’s frame to snag a bottle of tequila from the liquor shelves just before plopping herself on a stool with a slight wobble. She wasn’t an expert on the establishment but she had been frequenting the One Night Stand for enough years to know that all the seats wobbled in their own way.

Brushing the spill of her locks from her features before busying herself with pouring a shot, Taiga asked, “And is our pillow fort still intact because you admired my handiwork? The blanket canopy was a nice touch, huh?” Flashing a cheeky grin, she shrugged. “The secret is a good foundation. Not all pillows are made equally and some just didn't make the cut.”

@megs" 652,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2019-10-14T18:18:00,megs,"Aisling was lax to let Taiga slip out of her arms. Her lover acknowledged her resistance with an apologetic bouquet of kisses across her hair. It was only then that she finally let the other woman move away. Usual glibness aside, Taiga had been uncharastically quiet. They had only reunited for mere moments. Aisling could tell there was something weighing on her mind.

She watched violet locks sway as Taiga made her way to the bar. The fortune teller remained where she had been standing, content to watch for a moment. She knew there was no way she could figure the other woman out, by watching her. Taiga was a mystery like that. A puzzle box with layers and layers, and Aisling knew she had only solved her way past the surface. Centuries of living could do that to a person- she had learned in only her decades of being alive. Time makes them harder to figure out.

It didn't help that being fae made it difficult for Aisling to read her fortune. She rarely made appearances in her visions. She didn't need augury to know that Taiga was nervous about something.

Which seemed strange to her as well.

The pillow fort forgotten, Aisling finally made her way to where Taiga was making herself at home at the bar. She touched her lover's lower back, sliding into the stool next to her. Red brows pinched in the middle. Her green eyes making subtle saccades across Taiga's sharp profile.

Despite Taiga's words towards the contrary, she felt like this news was something bad. She would be going away again, or some other distasteful business that came with her taking off with Nic. ""What is it?"" she urged, her hand pulled away and she leaned on the bar. ""Are you leaving again?"" Aisling frowned. ""There isn't a pillow fort grand enough to make up for that.""

@Villains" 653,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-03-06T23:19:00,Chartreux,"A cougar walks into a bar..., The One Night Stand. A few steps inside her body ripples and morphs into the body of a forty-ish woman wearing scant clothing that does manage to cover her intimate areas. The body looks healthy, but worn and with a number of scars. Atop her head is the skull of a mountain lion, followed by her wild black hair, then her once beautiful face under red-brown skin and under her chin, like a necklace, hangs the big cat's jaw. The cat's hide is draped over her back like a cape and clasped by it's arms and an ornate pin. A half-full canvas duffle bag in olive drab green materializes slung over her shoulder.

She scans the room and is satisfied with what she sees. ""Firewater,"" she mutters and heads over to the bar, puts a hand under her cloak to bring out a purse. So much there to choose from. She decides on rye and pours herself a double. She leaves a ten dollar bill at the bar and goes over to the fireplace to warm herself, inside and out.

She sits on the love seat and sets her bag near her, on the floor.

In movies, you'd see native Americans greedily gulp alcohol like water. She sips it. She softly sings to herself, an old song of better days, in a language that probably no one in the bar would understand." 654,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-03-21T02:20:00,Villains,"The air felt different in the bar. Not quite unfamiliar, but thick. Heavy. Taiga could remember all the supernatural folks who waltzed their way into the One Night Stand for something other than a drink.‌ It was a feeding ground of sorts, a parapet between the worlds of lore and the everyday hustle and bounce of Valesport. By the time she had situated herself at the bar counter, a stranger had entered the establishment, making the seemingly intimate reunion between her and Aisling slightly less intimate. The vibrations seized, rippling the atmosphere like the city itself was heaving with a tumultuous thunder.

But it was nothing to worry about. Another night, another shift in the power dynamics.

Making a note to check out the disturbance when she wasn’t occupied with Aisling, the Fae cast one cautious look toward the newcomer before swiveling on her seat toward the redhead.

“Hey, hey- it’s not like that. I promise this isn’t what you’re thinking.” With as much assurance in her voice as she could muster, Taiga dropped her sights to her lap, the note crumpled in her palm.

“I got you something.” A bit of an undersell on her part, Taiga angled her other arm over the bar and fished around until she was met with a bottle to snatch up. “Remember when we were talking about like, you know… settling?”

Immediately, she hated the way she worded this ice breaker. Backtracking a bit, she said, “Not settling but like, uh, trying to establish ourselves. Trying to figure out the couple thing, trying the livin' together thing, and now we’re like- well, we might as well be married, right?” Fuck. Why weren’t they married? In all these not-so-careful planning sessions, Taiga had dropped the ball. Still, despite whatever hesitation she felt, she powered through it to offer, “Well, I thought- well, I thought we could do something different.‌ Something Fae do.”

Features blanking, they seemed paused as the woman ground the words to pulp in her mind until it was gravy to free flow from her lips. Brows tightening, the intensity of her pale hues steadied on her partner.

“I made our fledglings. Four fledglings.” Pausing as a smile broke, she brightened. “I made us a family.”

@megs" 655,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-23T08:06:00,Lurktastic,"There is a special kind of peace in the void... After all, existence is pain.

An otherwise dead cold alley way suddenly stirred with motion from unseen winds. Closer inspection would have yielded a literal hurricane of gray dust particulate that was spewing into existence from ports that seemed to situate in space itself. Various slip streams coalesced and painted out a large nebula of various intersecting pathways. The dark of night cast little light upon the swirling chaos in the alley way. Somewhere in the darkness a light changed that. Illumination ignited in the form of two smoldering red orbs that articulated all too poignantly. Within the flurry of motion the rough outline of a humanoid figure took shape. From a sickly thin bony form, layer by layer a specter came to stand alone in the alley way. At a measly five foot five, the gentleman was nothing special to behold. Nearly paper white skin stretched taught over a thin almost frail form. Even so, thick black rings lined otherwise unnatural blood like pools that replaced where eyes would have been. A few soft yet dry coughs would yield gray dust while simultaneously revealing rows of interlocking dangerous teeth. The wraith would slowly procure a soft pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of the long sleeved white dress shirt he was wearing. Nothing more than simple black dress pants, over black shiny dress shoes for his lower persons. The most flare he wore currently was a simple red tie. A soft drag would ignite the chesterfield unnaturally from between those thin dry lips.

The musty smell of old war would flood the alley way while Theobaud stood there staring blankly at the sidewalk just outside of the shadows reach. An odd sensation swept through the specter currently. It was a disturbing familiarity. As if he'd been here before, yet he didn't belong here now... If he still had a stomach with enough humanity to vomit, it may have turned at the sensation. As he was, double dead- this was just a mild inconvenience... As were most things to Count Graves. The ghost of a blood sucker exhaled a sharp sound kin to a sigh while almost blue smoke flooded out into the poorly lit street. Soft little taps accented what must have been the lightest feet to ever touch concrete while he strolled. Then again, the little bastards size seemed to fit the bill just right, even if his 'physical substance' was shall we say; 'Lacking'. Mediums, and supernatural entities alike would feel it all too suddenly. Like a black hole violently opening in their third eye's path. A nebulas darkness would reach out with tendrils that obscured supernatural senses. Rather, the influence of a rather intense ancient evil was providing what one might refer to as; 'Psychic Static'. To the mundane it might sweep past them as little more than an unsettling chill. All the same, Theo sauntered down the worn path of condemned buildings in search of his senses. His memory was a pan fresh out of the oven. Too painful to touch. His senses were distorted as if he were peering through virtually simulated perception. His purpose seemed right on the tip of his tongue, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it...

""What was I... Doing...""

The statement was oddly quiet. His voice was low yet scratchy. Almost as if it belonged to a young man. A young man who sounded as if he'd lived far too long to be anything but tired. There was a strange rigidity to his persons despite such poor slouched posture. Robotic yet rhythm-less steps that spoke worlds to the kind of predator he was. Methodical if not emotionless. The further he walked the more he seemed to recall. Even as his memories cooled and he managed to wrap his mind around the past, more questions flourished about the present. By the time he reached the front door of the only establishment on the block, a migraine coursed through a part of his skull he had long since thought was dead and numb.

""If I'm a vampire, why does my head hurt like this?... And if I'm a ghost I couldn't have been a vampire... Not unless I had a -murmur-...""

Something dramatic had happened. 'Something that still burned to try and re-call. Luckily the door near him beckoned. Whatever this establishment was, there was something recognizable etched into the various markings that called out in all sorts of language. A single particular rune that glowed a sickly green to Theo. To mortals it was a warning. To monsters it meant sanctuary. It was a bastardized writing of the symbol to a degree, since Ancient Sumer was fairly detached from this world at this point. Even those who carried it by memory and word of mouth had butchered a good portion of the language and culture. With a defiant huff and a single hand pressed to the surface, Theo would shove open the door of The One Night Stand. Even with two hundred questions swirling about his barely corporeal brain, the wraith was more keen to feed some of his old creature comforts in lieu of trying to figure out the burning mystery on his mind. 'What am I, and how did I get here?'. The measly little blood sucker would find his way over to the bar and wait for service. When prompted he would order a rum no ice, and take a steady controlled drought of the glass once it was left in his possession.

It was there at the counter that a spikey white haired vampire could be found smoking and drinking. Even though he had no lungs, and couldn't really get drunk as best he could tell. All he could really do was try to piece together what had drawn him here if he was in fact... Double Dead. Ironically enough; it was just another mystery for the worlds strangest spirit detective. The Ghost of Count Theobaud Graves.

" 656,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-25T01:17:00,Villains,"
Under a canopy of overcast, the city welcomed her by ushering her through an oppressive shroud of humidity best associated with coming rain. Ziggy sniffed the air, an expression of disquiet tugging her features. The cigarette between her fingers was borrowed, the filter half-chewed by someone else’s teeth. Valesport never changed. Quiet nights were just as troublesome as loud ones, the split of the sky sending a nervous shudder through the concrete beneath her wingtips, hinting at something nearby. The woman used the quaking means to track a vein to the pulse of the reverberations, inevitably she was idling just outside the doors of the One Night Stand.

Typical.

Awkwardly, her left eye throbbed from the pressure, half-obscured behind a flop of bubblegum pink hair. She flicked her cigarette as a wash of disdain did it’s best to bubble to the surface. She could make an effort to avoid it, whatever it might be, but it brought up thoughts of Errol, and some tender place in her heart was met with static resolve to see this through. This, she reasoned, was something fucky. This, she understood, was going to be a problem if left unchecked. This, she promised, was only a problem until she showed up.

No harm in scopin’ the joint.

The door opened as it would in an old horror movie, groaning on ancient hinges until it knocked a whisper of wood kissing wood. Ziggy followed. A small thing, she was, with a frame easily hidden beneath the folds of her white zoot suit. Her shock of coral locks fought to stay contained within the boundaries of their prison; a fedora in matching white. Black accents flattered the outfit, buttons to pocket square to the inlays of her wingtips. A bit of dark to ease the appearance of too much white after labor day. Or was it before?

Ziggy wasn’t sure.

She fingered a few pocketed trinkets as she walked up, shooting the various women of the bar glances before she settled two seats down from the only male present. Pathetic sort of thing, he was. Ziggy smelled it on him. Death. More than death, it was the struggle to avoid true death. Most spectral sorts had that stench wafting from them but she wasn’t an expert so she didn’t realize the distinction between Ghoul, Vamp, and Poltergeist. Strigoi? Her nose wrinkled.

Errol was behind the bar but her extent of acknowledgment for the two was a nod. Ziggy didn’t take it personally. The funeral did a number on Errol. Ending up with a diet coke, she left the bartender to bartending and swung one leg over the other atop her stool perch.

“You look like one’a those old plastic bags ya see on the highway. Always in a state’a disrepair but goin’ somewhere. Gets me thinkin’ about where the hell you might’a blown in from. Better yet- where ya headin’?” Her voice was a whip crack of Bronx-esque spitfire, strung together tight and fast.

“Also, ain’ too positive ya realized, bub, but ya stink.”

@Lurktastic" 657,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-25T02:08:00,Lurktastic,"A smokey twisting ladder climbed it's way toward the rafters through the over head lights. If one were to look from the right angle, you could see the loosest spiral, as if trapped in an unnatural orbit around the source. With enough study one could easily divulge that Theo was a chain smoker. Whether it was a habit he retained from life, or something he picked up after knowing the leisure of undeath; was uncertain. Even to him. Regardless, the specters vicinity was quickly flooded with it's own layer of musky fog. That of which was hardly disturbed by the bright white fabric in passing. Whoever she was, the stark haired blood sucker didn't even notice until her voice cut through the noise of his muddled thoughts.

[“You look like one’a those old plastic bags ya see on the highway. Always in a state’a disrepair but goin’ somewhere. Gets me thinkin’ about where the hell you might’a blown in from. Better yet- where ya headin’?” Her voice was a whip crack of Bronx-esque spitfire, strung together tight and fast.

“Also, ain’ too positive ya realized, bub, but ya stink.”]

Her analogy of the discarded plastic bag painted an all too surreal picture for the spirit. If not for multiple life times of steeling himself against such comments, that might have cut a bit deeper than a stranger might permit. Not that it was her fault, she was just hitting too close to home for a lucky guess. Funny thing was that Theo probably wouldn't have even responded if not for the last comment. Not at the expense of offense of course, but only because perhaps some useful information might be gleaned.

""Like cigarettes, or sulfur?""

His last memory was of an army of hands holding him back. Like a proverbial ocean of tormented zombies in a sprawling pile. Accompanied by the worst smell of sulfur. The mountain of dead was far too large to be measured, yet in some ways it seemed to be alive. The way they all greedily grabbed and pulled and bit and clawed simultaneously. The only thing worse then the feeling of those hands ripping away at his being was their moans and screams smothering the senses. That was right before the loudest explosion he'd ever heard in his life. Louder than the one that ended his undeath even.... Someone he knew all too well. Someone he actually cared for- yet he couldn't place a name to the face. The beast of a man exploded into his dream and grabbed Theo and pulled him from the grasp of the horde... The memory/dream was painful to reflect on. Yet it was the last point he could re-call as 'Tangible' and 'Real'... It was probably not so jarring for the initiated, but for a human it would have been most unsettling. The way this monster so casually wore the flesh of a human yet so clearly did not fit into it. The light seemed to illuminate unnatural colors hiding just beneath that pale paraffin flesh. The anatomy was all in the right place, and yet this individual fell noticeably into the uncanny valley all too quickly. There was no rhyme or reason to the various 'oddities' of his persons. From those seering eyes, to the stark white dangerous looking fingernails, to those unabashedly violent interlocking teeth; Theobaud made no attempt to hide his 'True Nature' despite all the tools available to him. The fact of the matter would only become more apparent once that visage fixated on the pink haired girl. Two seats were simply not enough space to keep her from feeling that intense danger wafting off this man.

""or was that some kind of dig?""

If she was offended by the smoke, it could be forgiven. Where as if she had some kind of extra-sensory going on, Count Graves would be most interested in trying to tap and trap that knowledge to better supplement his own... Not that he was overly confident in his abilities to peacefully negotiate. Realistically, he was just emerging from the fog of Re-Birth, rightly more confused than a bat in a wind tunnel. All the same, the ghost did little more than drag on his cigarette while he sat there. The glass of rum was all but forgotten at this point despite still sitting on the counter top in front of his position. A supernatural read of this creature would divulge some very interesting facts. Firstly: This was a specter. In more or less words this ghost currently had a body, and apparently commanded some form of element to manifest and maintain a physical form. How he was managing such a convincing vessel was a whole other mystery. Secondly: This creature appeared to have all the tell tale signs of being a vampire, even in double death. More specifically: The body he had manifested reactively to hitting the flesh lands was not functioning or built in the manner of a living mortal. Thirdly: In order for each of the first two facts to be true, this monster had to retain a certain portion of his original soul. As farfetched as that would be; all things considered. However, if someone could discern all that from a glance of the third eye- they would definitely understand why the ghost had taken to smoking and drinking...

Most spirits revert to their worst habits from life when not pursuing the final works of their spiritual release in death...Usually because they haven't figure that out yet.

@Villains

" 658,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-26T00:45:00,Villains,"
For a moment, she was silent.

Then, abruptly, she snapped her fingers.

Once. Twice. Three times.

On the third snap of her pale digits, a cigarette appeared between the pads of her thumb and index finger. She slipped it between her lips while scanning the bar for whatever came next. A pack of matches or someone’s stray lighter - anything of use. When she realized there wasn’t anything within arm’s reach (thanks to very short arms), Ziggy snapped her fingers at the unlit end until it eventually lit. Like a lighter running low on fluid, her magic was spotty. This kind, anyway. She’d never been much of a pyro.

“General death,” she breathed as a lung worth of smoke mingled with the words, “And maybe decay. I’m not entirely sure I know just what is up with you... but if I were t’make a bet, I’d give you a couple’a weeks before everything started to rot.”

An honest assessment, albeit one made in haste. She wasn’t completely sure she was familiar with whatever unholy bullshit the stranger was going through. Thanks to the layers and layers of history to his undeath, the details were mired even to someone as experienced as Ziggy. Her knee started to bounce, propelled by one foot settled on a rung of the stool.

Sitting for too long made her uneasy.

“I don’t think it’s something you’re not aware of. You don’t seem like you’re panickin’ over losing your limbs or wakin’ up to a gut full’a maggots. Maybe you know more’n I do about it.” Cocking her features in the direction of the… dead thing, Ziggy offered (without a hand to back it up), “Name’s Ziggy. Used’a come here all the time and there was a ghoul under their employ. A real ugly fuck but he seemed to keep his parts together and his guts maggot free. You lookin’ for someone like that? You turnin’ into a ghoul?”

@Lurktastic" 659,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-26T06:22:00,Braxton,"

(I don't know where everybody is, but I chose The Docks to join)

Louis never bothered no one. That was always his policy. It was a late night stroll after dark. A trip down memory lane. Maybe the male had tied a few too many on. A empty forty ounce bottle of some obscure alcohol hanging between nimble finger tips. He rotates it between his fingers before arm raises, and he throws the bottle spinning in the air. It cracks, and shatters sending glass shards in a million pieces against the metal wall of one the dock's abandoned warehouses. What used to breathe lifeblood into this port city was now an abandoned wasteland. The only people that hung around here were bums, and drunks. What has he become these days? A young man trying to strive, and prosper degraded to this. Lounging around moping like a pathetic sack of shit. He was truly the lowest of the life these days having sank, and became just like the remnants of the men before him in his lineage. His pace transitions from a slow stable walk to more of a crooked stagger. How many beers was that now..? 1..2..4..6.. Who even fucking knows anymore.

Since he'd developed the problem, the twenty two year old was often lurking here late at night. He'd established very few friends in his life, but the one he cared about the most? Was right here. A stray like the gangly young adult. Looking like a human stick figure at a height of seven one. There was not nearly enough muscle to pad his thin frame. ""Salem.. where are you..? Here kitty, kitty.."" he clicks his fingers together in repetitious rhythm walking along the docks. The cat was no lackey of any sort. It came on it's own terms. That's what he admired about the midnight furred beast. He was independent. Louis needed him more than the other sought him.

A sharp hiss breaks through the night as if it were about to crack the air itself. ""Stupid fucking cat!"" A group of four all stout men. Former fishermen, and dock workers who were down on their luck with the hard stricken area gathered around a barrel of fire. They were cooking crab, but in the center one of the male's was tugging, and yanking at cat's tail before tossing it into grass for it to land on it's feet. ""It'll be fine, they've got nine lives!"" The male boasted to his friends who all erupted in laughter. He got up to chase after the cat again who was too dazed to sprint. Golden amber orbs looking at Louis, his friend for help.

""Hey, motherfucker.""

His tone is sharp as a knife cutting air, and causing the group of older men to freeze. ""What's your problem, twink? 'Wer just trying to have some fun, here.."" One of them counters. Canine's glisten as they are bared, but to the men before him who were not close enough to see the sharp utensils he was born with it'd just look as if he were smiling. ""You touch my friend again, and I can't save you.."" To make matters worse the raven had yet to feed. He became so ingrained with looking back on the past lately he wasn't taking proper care of himself. ""Ya mean this fucker..?"" the ginger haired male holds up the cat by his tail. The whole time it makes scared noises. ""Yea, that fucker..-..""

Moving so fast he was nothing but a black blur the four men are dispatched in a manner that is disgusting, and grueling. Pain drawn out as they bleed from their necks. Mark of his fangs deeply engraved in each of the men. It wasn't a transformative bite, it was one that had sucked all life out of them, and left nothing but lifeless husks beneath him. The tall scarecrow looking male wiped his wrist over bloodied lips as tongue lashes out to meet, and lick up each remnant of blood as if it were sauce on a chicken wing he was cleansing.

There's a calming purr that alleviates every tension in the blood sucker's bones. Amber eyed friend brushing against one of his ankles. ""Hey Buddy.. it's a nice night out."" he says as small mischievous smirk draws itself on his features. ""What a bunch of assholes.."" he mutters looking back to the group he'd taken care of. ""Don't worry, Saley I'm here now.."" finger tips bend, and scratch at the scruff of the cat's neck that gets him curling around his hand." 660,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-26T07:09:00,Lurktastic,"(Ooc: Our characters (Villain's, and mine) are at the bar in the establishment, if you wanted to join us? We're not really doing anything exclusive or special so you're more than welcome. ^_^)

It was odd conversing with the living. She seemed so far away despite being no more than three seats. Maybe it was just that strange inability to properly focus, like a mental fog still lingered. Whatever it was, the mention of a 'Ghoul' rung a loud bell deep in the ghost's mental space. A gray face with mysterious green markings... wearing sunglasses. Surely Ziggy didn't mean that very same ghoul, but the image was new to Theo. Or was it all too familiar? Something told him that face used to mean something. Still, the mention of maggots in his guts forced Theo to re-actively check. Without much warning, he would pull open his dress shirt at the tummy simply tearing buttons off the expensive looking fabric. No sooner had he freed his torso then what could only be described as a jet black over sized hound's maw stretched forward and opened it's jaws. Nothing spilled out from the spontaneous mass of dangerous looking jowels that grew out of the specter. Yet the reflexive nature of revealing this strange anatomical anomaly spoke worlds on what Theobaud was. Even as they sat there Vampires for miles were getting a strange screaming signal from this part of town... -Danger. Your place on the food chain has shifted.- No sooner had the odd 'Torso Maw' coughed up dust and cold air than it would retract back into his body's dainty mass. Only so he could drag on his cigarette and lean over the counter.

""No maggots... Feels as empty as it ever did...I don't think I'm turning""

After his grotesque eldritch display, the stark haired monster in youthful flesh would ponder on what it all meant. Before he could settle into his thoughts, the softest mumble escaped those thin pale lips.

""My blood is never warm, but it isn't moving... This body is faux... Isn't it...""

As if he were the patient now, and she were his psychiatrist. 'Listening to the ramblings of a mad man trying to figure out his own psychosis despite the deeply inherent inability. For the first time during their discussion that eerie lack of expression shifted into a beaming smile. One that revealed those dangerous chompers all too well in their current light and proximity. It was most unsettling... to see something like him faking emotion while fixating fully with the femme in white. Despite all this there was little emotion in his words.

""Unfinished business, or the foolish summons of meddling mortals?""

@Villains

" 661,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-26T07:53:00,Villains,"If she hadn’t danced cadavers for an audience for the better part of a decade, she would have reeled from her seat in abject horror.

Alas, Ziggy had seen all manner of monster.

Big and small, from inside and out. Whole cities swallowed under the weight of paranormal dread, their respective worlds corrupted to their very core by cosmic malignancy. There were infinite possibilities and Ziggy had seen dozens of them, her days as a wayfarer almost as prolific as those she experienced as a necromancer. For every anomaly, a story. For every hound of hell, a leash.

Ziggy expelled a dark plume of smoke, lessening the air quality with the same disregard she felt for much of Valesport. The shadowed eye, the silver serpent, and the traveler of Agamemnon’s blood all walk into a bar.

Ouch.

The bartender seemed oblivious to the show of teeth. Ziggy counted the other woman lucky, having never been forced to see those sorts of terrible sights. The world wasn’t so kind to the magically inclined, however, and her concern for Errol proved secondary to her piqued interest for the spectral waif. Not for the stomach maw, though. Instead, rather openly, she admitted between them, “I don’t know.”

And she didn’t know, really. There were any number of reasons why something like the nameless ghost might continue to plague existence. A curse, a hex, a challenge unmet. For all she knew, a jilted lover was to blame.

Take that, fucker. Should’ve paid your alimony.

Lips split into a mischievous grin only to be hidden behind her diet coke can.

“At this point, what do you think is the issue? Who’d wanna nail you down to corporeal livin’?”

@Lurktastic" 662,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-27T06:22:00,Lurktastic,"A brimming shark tooth grin slowly settled into mere amusement. Those strange bloody pool-like eyes shifted to trail off down to the glass of rum. Certainly Ziggy would feel a certain sense of relief having that dangerous attention moved off her persons. Though it was pretty obvious that she had forced Theo to reflect upon things that had not yet crossed his mind. Even a sloth might have outpaced him. Yet, eventually he would raise his gaze back to level on the pink haired femme. There was no accusatory intensity, or over exaggerated attempt at projecting emotions this time.

""I do my best to leave no enemies... and I've only ever had a small handful of friends...""

There was an exorcist, a caretaker, a ghoul, a young woman, and a cat... The only family Theo could remember, and he couldn't even remember their names or faces. What a pitiful comrade he must have been to them. Or so he pondered. Regardless, he felt his kin in the night beyond the barrier of this establishment's walls... He was not menaced by the disturbance. Mortals falling in the evening felt like dead leaves hitting the autumn forest floor.

""If it isn't someone's doing, that would mean there is something... that needs doing...""

Before the pause could linger long enough for Ziggy to respond, Theo seemed to perk up from his terrible slouch and elongate into a rather over exaggerated stretch to the rafters. The motion itself cut through the spiral of his smoke and sent the mass spreading out from his position. While doing such he would lean to the left then the right. Each motion yielding a crescendo of ugly pops that seemed to offer some kind of grissly satisfaction to the specter.

""My apologies... I appear to have slept for quite some time and it's stunted my manners... My name is Count Theobaud Graves, and it appears as though I'm in the market for an assistant... I don't suppose you would like to help me find my away around until I figure out where my friends are and why I'm well... here?""

So far this conversation had already felt fated to some degree...But he was doing his best to take a diplomatic approach to achieving his goals... Even if she refused; the stark haired blood sucker would have at least offered some right formal pleasantries, belated as they were. For the time being, the spirit would settle back into his horrible posture while crossing arms over his dress shirt, which was still sitting all too casually stretched open at the mid rift where he had ripped all his buttons.

@Villains
@Salaciousalpha

" 663,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-27T10:22:00,Obscene,"

A corrugated steel door slammed shut behind Lilly as she departed an unassuming warehouse on the docks. ""Yeah? Well, fuck you too!"" Arm raised back with her middle finger flying high. she let out a howl of a scream with her words. in her other hand, she held a handful of bills, quickly stifling her rage to count her winnings. An illicit fight club, her boss might have forbidden her from such locales, but that didn't stop the lioness. She lived for the exhilaration of a brawl, it was one of the few sanctioned ways for her to blow off some steam. Lilly didn't need the money, not with her recent promotion, but it was still nice to see a fat stack after a victory, she'd probably just spend it on shoes. Glancing down at her weathered sneakers, it was surely time for a new pair.

Stuffing the cash into an inner pocket of her leather jacket she rubbed at her bruised knuckles and retrieved a pack of cigarettes and adjoining lighter from another pocket. A strong gust brought a fierce glare in the direction of the sea, turning her back to it and cupping a hand over her mouth to light her smoke. Lilly hated oceanside towns, nothing but awful memories, and even worse people. There was no real destination to her wandering, merely burning the clock before her scheduled meeting, but she remained within sight of the ocean. On her second cigarette, she suddenly came to a halt, head raised to the sky and smelling more than salt on in the air.

Blood.

Piquing her interest, Lilly bent over to touch her toes, coming back up to pull each foot behind her in a series of stretches. Tying her thick raven locks in place, the shifter broke out into a sprint without build-up, an unnatural quickness from her metahuman nature. The source of the fresh crimson was barely a minute away, and as she approached, she bound up the side of a structure for a vantage point. Silent steps as she walked the top of the roof which by all means should have produced noise of some kind.

Past the edge, Lilly peered down at the carnage basked in the moonlight. Immediately her lips curled into a frown, losing ash from the dangling cigarette. She didn't need to look upon the gangly man standing around the corpses to know what he was. Her body knew the mortal foe of her kind--a vampire.

Lean muscles tensed under her clothes as she fought the instinctive urge to shift then and there, the hair on the nape of her neck pricking in irritation. Another inspection of her knuckles showed how her healing had already kicked in to fix up any wounds received during her stint at the fight club. She didn't come here looking for trouble, but one never knew with vampires.

Her emerald hues had shifted into feline slits as she noticed the cat accompanying the lifeless fellow. ""Not a smart cat to be hanging around the likes of him."" Her voice carried in the silent night air, clearly feminine, but holding a rather serious tone despite the ridiculous commentary. ""Must have been hungry you to take down four big guys like them."" A statement Lilly practically spit out. She might have been a poor excuse for a Simba of the Bastet, but she knew full well of the stain that his kind was upon mother Gaia.

@Salaciousalpha
[I got you, friendo.]" 664,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-28T07:15:00,Braxton,"Louis wasn't one to sleep on the job. The loud clanking of her climbing on top of a rustic shed's roof top drawing his eye. However, despite the accident that may of taken place with the four men who were bullying his dear friend he was a rather pacifist biter. He can tell something is amiss before she speaks. The midnight furred friend of his is pacing in quick circular motions looping between one foot, then under the gap of his legs, and then between the other one making a continuous loop of anxiety. Onyx locks flicker back, and forth waving at his forehead, and shoulders as the wind near the ocean picks up soon as he matches gaze of the feminine intruder. Steely blue orbs staring down the onlooker. ""S'alright Saley..""

He says oddly calm. This friend, or foe could be bringing any sort of trouble his way, but he found himself at peace with whatever may occur. Even before his undeath he wasn't the popular, or wanted child. He found himself shifting from foster home to foster home, and becoming a vampire? That might of been the turning point where his life turned around.. If it wasn't such a chaotic mess. Now that he didn't sleep he realized that there weren't enough hours in the day, nor enough company to do all you wanted anyhow. Money was another factor that being a monster didn't help solve. Louis wouldn't stoop to breaking the law. Murdering four in cold blood for attacking his best friend? Absolutely, but crime? As if.

""Smoking will kill you faster than I will, if we're stating the obvious."" Cold surmising tone escaping the angular jawed male. He crouches down on both knees, and offers his wrist to the cat who promptly sniffs it, and then begins to claw at his bare arm. Latching on, and climbing up his white tee till he's sitting perched upon his left shoulder. He stays in this position even though Salem is properly mounted. It's mostly to show he isn't a threat, or display body language that he is a threat. There was something off about the girl before him she didn't scream atypical dock's wanderer that he may encounter every now, and then. ""Those guy's were dick, and we're tryin' to harm my friend. He's all I got, so ya know.. naturally, I can't let that just happen, righ'?""

His words were drawn, and cut off at points. Louis was just trying to preserve the damage by saving Salem from emotional torment. Sure he was hungry to add onto that, but with all things considered losing Salem would push him into a blood thirsty frenzy likely, and that was something he couldn't come back from. ""Ain't gonna harm no one else less they do something to my buddy. You got a problem with that..?"" His eyes narrowed, and brows arched violently as they stare the girl down studiously. ""Use to love this place, you know..?""

His left hand drifts touching the dirtied sand, and sifts his five digits through the powder. ""Before it turned to shit.. Everything turned to shit.""" 665,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-28T13:16:00,Villains,"Ziggy focused her sights on the smoldering end her cigarette, contemplative. It seemed the ghost’s intentions for the evening involved more than drinking and discussing the state of his being.

While this newfound energy stretching her company’s physique left a hole in the middle of their conversation, she imagined Count Graves was more talkative as time passed. If nothing else, she’d been provided with a name, and that offered erudition for the time she was wasting. With luck, she might in the future have a reason to bring it up to interested parties.

The information given was forfeit.

This underground of meta beings operated on a bartering system as old as the one powering her unique brand of magic, and when something was sought after, there needed to be an exchange. Maybe not one of equivalence, but it certainly needed to be more than an empty promise. Ziggy could give the Count assistance because she had nothing better to do, but that didn’t make her services free. The cost was his privacy. Anonymity died when the world moved from analog to digital.

Finishing the last of her diet coke, the caster placed the emptied can on the counter to free her hand. She pocketed it, rummaged, and produced her smartphone.

Sliding over the screen, she did something for a moment before putting the phone back in her pocket, satisfied.

“Sure, Boss.Assistant.Whatever you wanna call it.”

Sucking sharply at the filter, Ziggy’s cigarette bobbed with each word shared between them. “Where exactly are you hopin’ to find these people you’re lookin’ for? If they ain’ downtown, I wouldn’ even know where to look. Fangs usually head uptown to the clubs and furs tend to head to the docks where the casino is. Ghouls go where the dead go.”

The woman’s face contorted as her distaste proved apparent on her pinched features.

“But it’d help if you had names, yeah? Bet I could find a Facebook profile or a Linkedin if you can give me that much. The rest’d be easy.”

Hopping down from the stool, Ziggy continued to be short. There was no widening or stretching or anything fantastical or monstrous changing that fact. Just a petite frame in an outlandish suit.

“So, real quick… but do we need to walk? Can you get around without hoofin’ it?”

@Lurktastic" 666,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-29T07:17:00,Lurktastic,"It was rather frustrating to know that he couldn't re-call the information he sought after. Theo shook his head when she mentioned the digital mediums of search. Although offering the suggestion did jog his own thought process of how he wanted to approach the issue. Rather than science though, they could always take occult methods... When she inquired about walking, the specter would shrug and rise to his feet.

""What, like call a cab? Or float? Maybe I can float...""

A solid three to four minutes would be wasted focusing on the endeavor of removing the effects of gravity from his persons... To no avail. Still, defeated as he was in his efforts if left uninterrupted, Theo was still pondering on the obvious. This pink haired femme was probably right about the value of names. Even if his comrades weren't on social media, names made all the difference in tracking an individual... Then again, who was to say that they were even in the same dimension that his little motley crew hailed from? That was the damndest thing about other worldly business... It was almost always personal, but it could never be a simple matter.

""Either way, I think we should just find the nearest leyline... If I can tap some big mana I can probably kick start my memory manually... Or at least figure out how far from home I am... But I think you got the right idea... I need names...""

In addition to being a double dead monster, Theo had studied quite a few different forms of magic through out his existence. One could say he was a warlock, but he always preferred the 'Count' moniker. With suggestions laid on the table, the stark haired spirit would cast his gaze off toward the docks. The water front... It pulsed with supernatural energy. It was also basically the centered direction of another vampire. Since floating was off the table, perhaps his new traveling companion had a better idea if she was appose to walking.

@Villains" 667,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-30T04:54:00,Villains,"For most of the Count’s attempt at levitation, Ziggy leaned back into the bar and sucked at her cigarette with an expression that rested somewhere between disappointment and amusement. Occasionally, she shook her head as though this frustrated gesture might aid Graves in his eventual realization.

“Chill out,Count Chocula. We’re not gonna Superman our way across town.” Crushing the cigarette out before she stepped away from the counter, she made her case as the two headed for the rune scarred door, “If you could do it, you’d just do it. Don’t ask me’ta explain because it’s… not somethin’ I can explain. Can’t teach a bird to fly or a fish to swim or a… whatever you are how to pop’n go.”

Admittedly, she hated walking. One of the many perks to wayfaring was the ability to bypass the physical elements of traveling. Point A to point B was hers in a snap. Likely due to that ease of experience, the magician was out of shape and mildly crotchety about it. The trek down to the coastline was hardly much of a walk at all, yet Ziggy huffed and wheezed the whole way, her sides tight with the threat of a cramp. By the time she and Theo arrived on the docks, her cheeks burned beet red.

Despite this obvious display of discomfort, she snapped her fingers, summoning another cigarette from somewhere in the city. As a result, her pocket lightened.

“…a’right.” Smoke obscured her features as she gazed absently toward the boardwalk and the casino, her teeth rocking the carcinogen by it’s clamped filter.

“As far as laelines go, this is probably the closest. The whole stretch runs the length of a vein… Can’t remember which pack runs this stretch but they probably picked this area because it’s so close to Gaia.” A pause. “Actually, think it might be Lions or somethin’.”

The last time she had come this way, it was with the ghoul she previously mentioned. If he wasn’t at the ONS anymore, where’d that dead fuck gotten off to?

@Lurktastic" 668,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-30T07:53:00,Obscene,"

""That just a normal cat?"" Lilly questioned plucking her cigarette from her lips to wave it in their direction. She has a legitimate curiosity on the subject as it stood out as an abnormality for what she understood. ""Most animals tend to be pretty fucking wary of those afflicted by the taint, and for good reason."" If so, it was a unusual case. As she observed the feline she pondered that perhaps it was a familiar of sorts or a polymorphed being.

Louis himself was a strange one for his kind, there was little in the way of apparent aggression on his end, certainly no outward malice. ""No,"" Lilly began, taking a long drag from her cigarette. In regards to his companion, his shift in demeanor showed a nature the lioness expected from the creature since she first saw him. Her gaze in kind was anything but amicable, feline pupils narrowing on what she considered a target in callous calculation. ""Gaia knows I've done worse for less, I can't argue that what you did to them was unjustified in order to protect your friend.""

Lilly took a step over the precipice of the rooftop, embracing the twenty or so foot drop to the ground below with all the grace of a cat. Coming up from her crouched landing position, her nose made a small scrunch as she not only eyed the physical features of the vampire more closely but also the wafting scent of death on the sea breeze. He was taller than her by about a head, though he had awkward proportions, at least compared to her stature and physique. They were on equal footing now, so to speak, and Lilly was fighting her ingrained prejudices towards bloodsuckers that screamed at her body to shift; to charge at Louis in order to rip and tear him to pieces in Gaia's name.

Finished with her smoke that he'd made a joke out of, she moved around Louis towards a trash can, never removing her emerald hues off his form as she put her cigarette out on the container and disposed of it. Lilly mentally rolled her eyes at his sentimentality for what she assumed was this locale. Likely older than her, she shared none of his fondness for this place, certainly held no pleasant memories here.

""So, am I to believe that you're no threat as long as no one threatens you or your buddy? That you aren't a threat to mortals because of the thirst that is a part of your psychology?"" A quiet scoff, Lilly held a grim grin with her ruby painted lips parted just enough to show off her own exaggerated canines, though hers were designed for an all too different purpose than his own. ""Maybe I believe that even just a little, maybe it's why I haven't kicked off a scuffle. Name's Lilly, what's yours?"" She kept her position, about twenty feet away. With two metahumans, however, that could be closed in the blink of an eye. Nails lightly clicked against the metal receptacle

@Salaciousalpha" 669,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-30T08:06:00,Braxton,"""Yeah just a normal cat, what of it?""

The air could be felt freezing, and it was like time stood still between the pair. One being hawked down as if he was going to leap, and rip their throat out. Maybe if his hunger hadn't been more than promptly sated, but he was nowhere near the level of thirst that would require that sort of action. Louis fended on animals, and blood bags for the most part. Rarely did he strike a human down in cold blood. It was just as simple as he made it out to be. His friend was his friend, and he wasn't going to let anything happen to him. There was a special connection between him, and Salem. He wasn't sure what it was, but he felt a draw to him. Those big amber globes of the black cat spoke volumes to him, and related to him.

The other is clearly a warrior of some sort. Observing him like a threat the whole way. Like a true pacifist he is unaware, and mentally vacant to the scan down from the military styled interrogator. ""I ain't no scientist, or anythin' lady, 'aigh? I don't gotta answers for the questions you be askin'."" His words are cut, and short due to his mind is in another place. He's thinking back to when the docks use to move product, and the town used to bustle with life behind her. Boats in the water coming back from fishing trips, and imports coming in to supply the entire town. ""Ain't even interested in hurting you.."" his eyes flicker to the shiny canines.

He doesn't perk up noticeably, but his eyes light up. So she was one of them. Mortal rivals. ""M' I'm Louis..ya can call me Louie if ya want, I don't care.. Lou, whatever.. My friend here..?"" He points to the furred creature on his shoulder. ""Saley, or Salem.. either one. He don't talk much though.."" He grins ear to ear broad as he can be at his dumb joke. His priorities are shifted though as he realizes his hand is empty. There should be a beer in there! But his forties.. he's out of them. The last shattered against previous warehouse wall after he cleared the bottle to empty.

""Say Lilly.. you know where to grab a drink around here..?""" 670,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-31T07:06:00,Lurktastic,"Poor lil bugger was out of shape. Due partly to mental fog, Theo was in no rush, so it all worked out fine in the end. Even if Ziggy double hated her life for most of the walk. On top of being tortured physically she was forced to suffer Theo’s constant pointing out of buildings and attempting at recalling them… Which was half as annoying as being basically forced into a secretary position. Regardless, if they ever got to the bottom of it, they would find that Theo’s pockets were deep, and his generosity could be most profitable. Sooner than later they approached the vein he sought to tap. Even as the pink haired femme lit up a cigarette, Theo approached the laeline and metamorphed while speaking all too calmly.

“Alright Missy… My plan is going to seem brash, but I’m going to need you to trust me… Just, whatever you do- don’t touch me while I’m touching it.”

The very surface of his being would suddenly shudder and snake chaotically across his vessel. What was physical turned to liquid shadow all too suddenly while reshaping his very form. Where the stark haired youth once stood, a six foot humanoid muscular form occupied his position. From the dangerous claws to the horns jutting from the crown of his avian skull, this monster looked all too foreign. Red orbs peered over that elongated beak like snout.

Theo would muster the entirety of his unnatural fortitude before diving through the veil of reality into the very body of the Vein. Instantly bright green light would permeate the flesh lands, reaching out from the virtual hole that was just punched through space. More specifically, the vampire’s vessel would light up a eerie violet as mana flooded his metaphysical vascular system. No more than ten seconds passed before the intensity of the flow forced snakes of electricity to reach out and crackle over that raven surface. Within thirty seconds, what could only be described as almost clear pink flames were tearing up the pavement beneath the scene while smoldering the air around Theo. By fourty five seconds, his feet would physically lift off the ground while he snapped claws to the air to grab hold of the laeline. More green cut through the purple distorting the colors that illuminated the docks while a sound not unlike a taser suddenly cut through the air. The intensity of screaming electricity would rise steadily. The difference in the two pools suddenly merged was causing a vacuum effect of sorts. That of which was trying to physically pull Theo’s essence into the vein… More than likely shredding his physicality in the process. On the fifty ninth second the monster would managed to disconnect his skull from the source. In the process of ripping his face from the laeline, his body would be ejected from the jettison of excess mana.

An unlucky dumpster was caught between the vampire and the first wall of a nearby brick and mortar abandoned warehouse. The sound of a body breaking against metal was quickly squelched by metal with incredibly high structural integrity crumpling in on itself all too suddenly. Which was dwarfed by a proverbial explosion that would occur when the entire mess crashed clean through the warehouse, in one wall, and out through the other. Wrapped backwards over the crumpled remains of the dumpster bin atop a pile of rubble one could find what could be described as a smoldering desiccated corpse… The smoke was a vile deep purple that was all but black in tone. Aside from dust, smoke, and residual manifest mana in the air you could cut the tension with a knife.

Ziggy would have plenty of time to examine the scene in the wake of the chaos… She probably had more questions than curses, in the end. Where as the unnatural (even for a vampire) regenerative factor of Count Graves wouldn’t kick in for a solid few minutes… In the mean time, it would be nearly impossible to discern how much life was inside that vessel with so much static in the air.

@Villains
@Obscene
@Salaciousalpha" 671,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-08-31T07:32:00,Obscene,"

Lilly's blood ran hot like the beast she was, the bite of the cold air would hardly be noticed by her if she were a scantly dressed woman of the night. Still, the fire of her internal fury was being doused with each sad word the vampire spit out. With a sharp nail, she cut the tie holding her thick raven locks back, shaking the mess back into place and running her digits through them.

From here she thrust her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket, attempting to retract the aggressive fronting she'd been presenting rather blatantly. A deep sigh, the lioness clenched her eyes shut for several long seconds as if concentrating intensely. When opening them, she reverted to the same appearance as any other human, those feline features gone in an instant.

""Just a normal ass cat with an abnormal vamp."" Lilly's tone had softened to be somewhat more causal, but clearly she was in no uncertain terms going to act like a housecat; she was a prideful lion through and through. Louis didn't have to answer Lilly for her to fill in the blanks with her own assumptions. If he was as he said, then he likely was a farmer, a derogatory term for vampires that fed off of animals and blood donations. Not that there was anything wrong with that in her eyes. Honestly, if she had to suffer the presence of his kind, the lioness demanded them to procure their sustenance in less than lethal manners.

""Alright, Louie,"" she began, pulling out her pack of cigarettes and repeating the process of her awful habit. A quick puff, she kept the cig between her fingers so as not to hamper her speech. ""I won't say I don't want to hurt you, that'd be lying, but I can say that I won't act on it without cause."" That was about as good as it got concerning Lilly and vampires. As for Salem, she knew of other shifters that were able to converse with their feral kin with certain traits and skills; Lilly possessed none of them. A huntress she was for very good reasons.

""A drink? Like alcohol?"" An awkward, mild chuckle at a bad joke. The One Night Stand came to the forefront of her thoughts; if anywhere brought terrible memories bubbling up, it was that place. Hesitantly, she did reply after the brief pause. ""Yeah, there's a popular haunt for meta's like us around these parts.""

With how her night has gone so far, a stiff drink, or several did not sound like such a bad idea. Hopefully, none of the regs were there, or at least not the one that still gave Lilly nightmares. ""I can show you the way, it's not a bar that's meant to be found under typical circumstances."" Suddenly, there was a calamitous mess of noises not too far off from the pair, causing Lilly's head to snap in the direction of the source. Never a dull moment in these parts, that was a certainty. As it stood, however, Lilly was feeling like her ""weird shit"" quota had already been filled for the week. ""I don't suppose you heard that too, Louie? And I don't suppose you're interested in such a brazen call to investigate?"" Her cigarette was placed between her lips so she could rub at her temples with an almost silent sigh. All of this, and there was still her job to do later on, but there was no helping the chaos this city bathed in.

@Salaciousalpha
@Lurktastic" 672,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-01T01:48:00,Villains,"Missy.

Ziggy rolled her eyes so hard, she expected them to dislodge and make a messy escape from their sockets. Even with such a response, the woman took several steps backward so she wasn’t within reach of the monster she was babysitting. “Try not to draw too much attention, yeah? If you’re not careful, we’re gonna have a light show on our hands.”

When she said the latter part, she hadn’t meant Theo. On the contrary, her hope was tied to his abilitynotto make a scene in the middle of a relatively populated city. Her mistake, really. Expecting anything metahuman to not destroy a building in the process of their day-to-day lives was obviously too much to ask. Ziggy watched in mild dismay as his form changed, and when the shock had no sooner subsided, the Count was flung through the air and into the side of a building. Ziggy was left with two possible options.

One, she could leave and let the Count deal with whatever heat he drew thanks to his sloppy Laeline feeding. Two, she could stay and watch the furthered chaos unfold. The first option would have ensured her continued existence, removing her from potential danger and possible detection from mundane,but…she felt responsible for the Shade. He wasn’t her responsibility, true, but she had just walked him to a Laeline and left him to his own devices. That was enough reason to feel the notable pinch of guilt when the idea of leaving came up.

Sighing, she began a slow gait toward where the mangled body had landed. Sheknewhe wasn’t dead. After all, he had already been dead and that hadn’t kept him from walking around, talking, and making poor decisions.

“You dumb fuck.”

@Lurktastic" 673,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-05T08:00:00,Braxton,"Stinging judgement is all he feels radiating from the wolf. If he cared he might say something. Key words being 'if he cared'. He's having a good time just living in the moment. Then as she's describing the bar, shortly after - boom. Ears perk up, and eyes go wide. He's like a dog as he hunches forward slowly. Even Salem is on full alert. Having climbed in a hurry up the boy's head, and was now sitting atop raven locks. His fur on edge, and amber orbs peering through the night. He lets out a sharp hiss, and descends in a flurry from his head. Kicking at scalp as he takes off, and runs into the night. ""Ow! Motherfucker.. Saley, come back!"" He yells after the cat, but it's too late. His feral feline friend is departing, and he can't save him if he wants to. He can't save himself. Questions linger in his mind. Bomb? Gunshot? Something supernatural? It was all too soon to judge, but why did he care..? He just wanted a god damn drink. Let it be fucking space ISIS, he wants to drink.

There's a sort of guilt that lingers over him. This poor girl he doesn't know her strength, or her abilities. What if she were to die because he didn't help her investigate? A reluctant slump of shoulders, and a rub of skinny hand over glossy raven mane. ""Ya owe me a shot after 'tis."" Crawling with the help of one hand pressed against pavement he rises to his feet slowly like an old man. The immortal seeing no rush in being in a hurry. Time was a endless repeat, and he was sure whatever was before him he'd probably seen before in his lifetime. As he takes presidence between his new enemy? Friend? Frenemy? He didn't have a proper title for her. He decides now is pretty stressful, and reaches for the dart between her lips. Fingers curling tight around it, and yoinking it mid pull. Cherry still burning bright red as he sets it between his own, and takes a strong inhale. Burning down more than half the remaining cigarette, and flicking excess ash onto the ground beneath him. Exhaling the trail of smoke upwards as he looks towards the night moon.

""Somethin' tells me this is going to be a long night, darling.""" 674,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-07T07:55:00,Obscene,"Lilly watched the cat bound off of the vampire's head with a start, the first instinctually correct action she'd witnessed the animal perform so far, and likely the last for this night unless it wandered back. Lilly only bought drinks for those she considered worth an intimate setting with the lioness, and even the briefest thought of laying with a vampire almost revulsed her on a physical level.

Wearing an awkward sort of grin to try and hide such feelings, she replied, ""Sure thing, Louie, first one is on me.""

Louis was taller than her by nearly a head, the shifter needing to look up in order to stare into his hues with her own, and surely he must have misconstrued Lilly's less than subtle antagonistic nature towards him for the vampire to put himself so close to her person.

Too close.

Her cigarette pulled mid drag from ruby painted lips, Lilly suddenly backed away several steps as if a knife had been drawn on her. Those brilliant emerald hues narrowed into feline slits for a second time this evening and she exhaled the smoke she had taken in with an exasperated groan.

""Personal...fucking...boundaries."" There was a bestial tone escaping deep from within her core, Lilly couldn't look at Louis, clenching her eyes shut and raising a finger at him to command the vampire to remain in place. Her other hand was at her side, clenched into such a tight fist that her nails dug half-moon cuts into her palms and brought forth a small trickle of crimson. ""Gaia, give me strength, I'm doing my best to try and get along with a creature that my body wants to tear the tainted heart out of."" Her words were shakey, muscles rippling under her clothes, threatening to split the fabric. Peace did come after a long series of breaths, Lilly unclenching her bloodied hand and digging out another cigarette. Only when it was lit and she huffed a couple of quick drags did she open her once again normal-looking oculars, though she hardly wore a pleased expression on those more and more tired features.

""Let's just go, because you're right,sweetie, this is going to be a long fucking night."" It might not have been smart for Lilly to turn her back on the vampire, but he hardly seemed the sort to take advantage of such an opening. She might not be immortal as he was, but like him, Lilly possessed no rush to her pace. Instead, she inspected her self-inflicted cuts on her hand and licked at them as an animal would. As with her injuries at the fight club, these too had healed with the blood cleaned away.

@Salaciousalpha" 675,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-08T05:28:00,Lurktastic,"A display somewhere in the city lit up as phone calls resonated from a single sector on the cellular grid. The dispatch board at the station would light up in response to the flood of calls that suddenly came pouring in connected to a single disturbance. From car crash, to bomb, to a potential plane crash even, all manner of report came through. In the wake of the ruckus there would be a solid six to seven minute widow before the area was flooded by law enforcement from all over. Well before that happened; dumb pedestrians would be slowly but surely mustering up the courage to take it upon themselves to investigate. Smartphones could only accomplish so much in the dark, but certainly someone would be keen enough to turn on their phone light… Making this whole endeavor risky business.

Bent fully backwards at the spine, the vampire had wrapped over the closed lid of the dumpster to basically mold with the shape. The slightest yield in the metal would divulge a short imprint where he dug into the surface of the object before the force over powered their combined weight. Either arm was bent the wrong way at either side. Legs all but dangling as if shattered entirely from taking on the strongest point of the waste receptacle: The base. Within minutes the dust would settle. Well after Ziggy’s comment, the sound of faint sloshing and churning could be heard. At first it was very unsettling. Like organs trying to crawl free... What was a torrent of purple smoke eventually stopped leaking entirely as whatever was smoldering ceased to do so. Little cricks and cracks would accent the trapped slithering within. A low ragged voice cut through the air with the slightest metallic resonance from the dumpster.

“Teddy-Cough- ... The ghoul’s name was Teddy...”

What was at first the mere sloshing and tugging of innards had turned into a full on skittering. As if what was left of the creature’s insides were shape shifting about to fill in the damage sustained… The first thing to mend would be his unnatural spinal column. While very similar to the creatures he was destined to stalk, the shape and structural integrity were virtually entirely alien to the human spine. All the same; once aligned properly, his neck would straighten violently. Bringing that avian jet black face to level smoldering red orbs on the pink haired femme.

“But first I need to find my caretaker… Arseus Verdente. Otherwise I don’t have access to my finances.”

Pronounced: Are-seous Ver-Dentae. If fate was the haggard bitch that Theo had come to know, the first people on the scene to investigate would show up just in time to watch him snap his own neck back into place… All the same, it appeared as though Count Theobaud Graves wasn’t a moron to the fullest extent of the definition… No. Just foolish enough to face check a Laeline for a memory jog. Which would have probably pissed off more than a few seers and sorcerers in the area who depended on the vein's stability for certain facets of their work. A gaping green wound accented by two vivid claw marks remained in space and time where the Laeline would have to heal at it's own pace. To the mundane the space would appear no different, yet the mark remained for those with inclination enough to notice.

@Villains
@Salaciousalpha
@Obscene" 676,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-09T10:27:00,Villains,"Business as usual.

Strawberry brows raised and lowered, almost comically, as she watched the progress the Count made to put himself back together. It wasn’t dissimilar to some of the Shifters or Fae or other metaphysical beasts she had seen mid-transformation, albeit more transcendental in nature. Sharp hues narrowed suspiciously at the absorbing mass, studying it in a way one studied a Petri dish full of virus cells; know thy enemy. When the smell became overwhelming (as smells often became when coming from supernatural occurrences), Ziggy turned away and shuffled back in the direction of the tear.

She had a hunch the Count would hear her even from a distance, so she spoke as if he did, her half mumbled words crossing whatever space remained between them. Even with the sirens haunting the backdrop of the city, she imagined she had about a moment to peek at the handiwork left behind.

“Could’ve picked somewhere less populated, y’know.” Perpetually sucking the end of her cigarette, she let it dangle from her lips as she searched her pockets again. A habit, really. Something to take her mind off of that distinctly uneasy feeling riding her shoulders and upper spine. “Arseus Verdente? Never heard of him… or her.Them. Never heard ofthem.”

Slightly preoccupied, she found whatever it was she was looking for. A small vial was tucked to her palm when her hand removed itself from her slacks and, with it, she seemed to scoop right along the edge of the tattered wound of the laeline. The jar did what was intended, holding the ectoplasmic substance within its simplistic design, allowing Ziggy to reseal the vessel and return it to the pocket from whence it came.

“We gotta go now,” she murmured as an afterthought, her features turning slowly in the direction of the Shade. “We’re not alone right now. I can tell you that much- and maybe that was the case before you blew yourself up. Doesn’t matter. We gotta go.” Motioning for the Count to hustle, she added firmly, “Now.”

@Lurktastic" 677,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-15T05:08:00,Braxton,"Louis pays no mind to her change in attitude. Even before his undeath it was uncommon for someone to truly like him. It was a feeling he relished in at this point in his life. Having played the role of an outcast he just tried to make his way through life being a lonely vagabond. His mind was on other things than the way she was acting. What caused the commotion nearby, but more importantly? That liquor. He wanted it, and one to strive towards his goals when it came to self-preservation, or self-want he would do whatever was necessary to get to it. The bottle was calling his name, and hard. It was the only thing that would help the blood sucker forget his unrest with immortality, and the things he had done tonight in honor of saving his cat from torturous unemployed fishermen. "" 'Ion who this Gaia lady is, but 'yer going to need a lot more than prayer to help us through this..""

There was an animal like six sense that something was awry. Whatever caused the noise, and chaos surrounding the docks was not a good thing. Like pages from a horror novel it said don't go forward, but yet his legs moved on their own. Cherry burning brighter on the ash stick as puffs of smoke exhale out the side of his mouth. Not even caring he was swapping DNA with the other mythical creature having snagged their previous smoke in his careless antics. Flicking grey ash onto pavement he walks behind the feline nursing at their wounds. ""Ah.. you, and Saley related..?""

Quiet chuckle bodes from his throat in a hearty gesture. His free hand nurses itself away in his pocket, playing with the inside of it in restless manner. He wasn't prepared for whatever they were going to deal with. He was just a young, unprepared adult in an immortal frame. ""Don't count on me to fight well, if that's what this comes down to.."" A oddly surreal moment of serious clarity for the alcoholic undead. ""I ain't really much of a fighter.. Can try, of course.. but - more a liability.. just so ya know.""

Shrug of slender shoulders are given as he drops the rest of cigarette from his lips. Boot stomping it into the ground, and twisting his foot to ensure the burning stops before following suit behind her. ""I'll give it my best though, but we're probably fine, righ'?""" 678,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-20T08:55:00,Obscene,"

Lilly Vander gave a less than ladylike snort at being compared to his own feline companion. Even as a joke, she found it distasteful. Unsure at first in how to reply to the vampire's absurd question, because of course she would. Lilly knew with how he'd acted so far not to take it as a personal insult, mocking her proud lineage that he understood nothing about. Hell, he probably had little knowledge about the endless conflict between mother Gaia and the vile Wyrm, and as she's come to learn, few leeches did. ""In the most basic of senses, I suppose."" A dry chuckle as she popped her knuckles absentmindedly. Her pace increased with every couple of steps, checking to see that Louis was keeping up, he was more than physically capable to do so, but she wondered if he wasn't too indolent to keep lockstep. ""I'm a Simba, a werelion...ess"" She began, adding the feminine suffix to her title in an awkward slurring of the word.

The pair was close now, two metahumans able to cover ground far quicker than any human. The laeline that Theo had tapped into, called to the primal nature of Lilly Vander, her skin prickling at the pure magical essence washing over her.

No, it was screaming at her. Something was clearly wrong, though Lilly had neither the upbringing nor training of such matters to understand why. So it simply bothered her greatly, the closer they got to the source of the disturbance.

A steady buzz within the breast pocket of her jacket caused Lilly to fish out her phone and scan the message scrolling across the display.

Mr. J: Picking up police scanners. Activity on the docks, warehouse sector L. If it's you, there better be a damn good reason you're being so loud. If not, don't butt your nose in it.

Scoffing, the huntress stowed the phone, but not before putting it on silence.

""The two of us are just some innocent bystanders passing by for a quick look. I'm not going in looking for a fight, but if one finds us, don't worry, I have enough in me to cover your share of a scuffle."" She was ahead of Louie, so her cocksure grin was hers alone, she might have talked a big game about not searching out conflict, but her quickening pulse and slow, steady clenching of her hands said otherwise. After her encounter with Louie, there was no question in her mind that Lilly was ready to blow off some steam if the opportunity knocked.

Rounding a final corner brought them to the site of the incident that Theo had inflicted upon a dumpster and the wall of one of many abandoned warehouses. Just in time to catch some words of wisdom from a certain pink pixie cut sporting wayfarer.

""Pipsqueak is right, hardly alone after a racket like that, and definitely time to go."" Surprisingly, Lilly managed to remain composed despite another fucking vampire mucking about in her general locale. She cocked a thumb back in the direction of sirens which were absolutely drawing nearer; she guessed a handful of minutes. ""Are we all going to the obvious meetup? Or somewhere else?""

Reigniting her cigarette which had gone out, she wouldn't be deterred from, as Silky put it, sticking her nose in this steaming mess. There was no immediate threat to be had here, and if her instincts were correct, this was important, and would still likely end up with everyone at the bar. Lilly gave a slight motion of her hands for Louie to stick with her for a little while longer.

@Braxton
@Villains
@Lurktastic" 679,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-20T09:32:00,Braxton,"

(OOC: I don't know anything about the Laeline's that's all over my head so if you need something else from me lmk and i'll edit it in!)

Not the brightest of the bunch even with her pointing her lineage to the supernatural realm Louis couldn't dissect what that meant. Did she have inherent beef with him because she was loosely related to the werewolf? ""So what, you got a problem wit' me, over some urban legend bullshit? That's a cop out, man."" The raven haired male makes a water under the bridge motion with both hands, and then beams like a goof his bright shiny canines smiling. ""Shit.. I like me a strong woman, someone who can tell me to get my shit together.. Hic!"" He unleashes a hiccup from the previous downed forties in his system. They didn't do much to the nocturnal just a light buzz, but it was enough to make him feel anything from normal. Having walked the earth for some time now anything different was good.

Hes pats the pockets around him when he hears buzzing. He didn't even own a cellphone, or a device similar, but it was instinctual. The voice coming through the speaker making him grin. ""Eh, so you got friends too? He anyone special..?~"" The vampire tries his attempt at playfully flirting as they walk closer to the sound of commotion. ""Jus' sayin' if you're already taken is kinda a drag."" He's cheeky at every flirtatious jab because he knows what he's been doing. Riling people up was a talent of his, and he knows the entire time they've been together that he's been digging under her skin. He was aware it took a special kind of person to put up with him, and deep down inside he was thankful for anyone that lasted a full minute putting up with his act. He'd pushed friends, and families to their absolute limits to the point where he's been cut off by anyone that truly cared. ""Ya are a looker, ya know that..?""

Knowing smirk on his lips is wiped off his face in an instant. Features going blank, and vacant. His game of playing with the werelioness is interrupted by something foul.. The putrid stench fills his nostrils, and even for someone who was around death, and blood a lot - it was nauseating. Hand jutting upwards to filter it out, and cover his nose. Face wrinkling in distress, and disgust as they got closer to something that couldn't be explained. ""Ugh.., who died over here..?"" A inner disturbance was felt with whatever they approached. Something that screamed 'RUN!' more than the sirens flashing not far in the distance. No haste was made imminently, but then he remembers the four bodies he'd just created at the wayside for messing with his pet cat. Salem sure seemed to get him in trouble. ""Eh..shouldn't we liven the pace some..?"" Head reeling to the side to look back at the distant sound. Blaring noise that he'd suffered many a time in his juvenile adolescent days.

When met with a new friend he creates some distance from himself, and Lilly. Having been privy to her hand gestures he stays by her side, but is just a few feet further away then he normally would have been. His arms cross over his chest, and he stays put for now. He assumes he was asked to stay for just cause, and not meaningless pandering putting his faith in his newfound friend (foe?). He looks back at the sound of the encroaching lights, and sirens that draw nearer, and nearer the more they stay idle. He's becoming more squeamish by the second as he wiggles impatiently back, and forth a product of his fear. Swaying left, and right as he stays ready for a potential brawl if necessary.

""Anyone else got felony jail time waitin' for them? Jus' curious. Rather not be here for when my friends in blue show up."" His inflection has a little more panic, and less finesse than the half assed country slash hick drawl he normally spoke with. Sheepish digits crawling at the back of the nape of his neck. For an immortal prison was the worst thing he could imagine. Being locked up for multiple life times, and outliving everyone even the guards. ""Ain't tryin' to stick 'round for that if you catch my drift.."" " 680,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-21T05:36:00,Lurktastic,"Ziggy seemed very miffed with the situation. Rightfully so. Her words were to the point and dashed with a sprinkle of salt for open wounds.

“You picked… and you’re right… Looky loos maybe? Enemies would be upon us already...”

He was only mildly snide in his response. No sooner had he snapped his head upright than his elbows and knees followed suit. This process continued through the entirety of his skeletal structure while the jet black creature peeled itself from the dumpster’s mass. Suddenly it was a party. Complete with a shifter, another vampire, and what appeared to be a mundane house cat. Everyone was rather worried about ‘the fuzz’. It did no one any good to divulge that this entire incident was never intentional. If Theo had been in his real body, he would have been able to disconnect from the laeline much sooner… Which would have saved everybody a massive head ache. Him most of all. Even with his ears ringing and his entire body aching, the vampire took a deep breath once on his feet. The very surface of his unnatural vessel shrunk down as if deflating. Then, all too suddenly; a pale hand split the membrane of the surface- allowing Theo in mortal vessel to strut forward while shedding the flesh of his ‘true form’. The sheer raven hue of the two discarded masses melted into the shadows of the natural darkness around them. Where as the stark haired vampire himself would begin moving as if to follow Ziggy. While doing so he shot a smile to their newfound company. it was a dagger tooth grin that would make a shark uncomfortable.

“I suppose everyone is going anywhere but here, since no one wants to go downtown… also apologies for the circumstances… er, the ruckus too. First rounds on me.”

Surely he had a bank card on him? Or cash? Or anything… The fog that plagued him previously was partially dissipated, but there were still glaring vacant patches. It was most infuriating, but this wasn’t the time nor place to lament. By now the sirens were encroaching fast. If the group knew what was good for them they would all book it to the ONS. After a brief run, and a convenient time skip, the party would probably be more comfortable to take up a walking pace on the approach to the building. That familiar old side walk that lead down a literal sprawl of forgotten abandoned businesses.

“Again, first rounds on me… or all rounds. Fuck it. I honestly didn’t mean to touch the damn thing that long…”

This had to be the third or fourth time The Count sheepishly admitted to the fact during their journey. The actual lack of strength on his part was both humbling and embarrassing. All the same, he was thankful for the fortitude to hold up to the endeavor. It was only a shame things had to spiral out of hand so quickly. Worse than that, the absent minded specter had forgotten his manners entirely.

“Oh… I’m Count Theobaud Graves, by the way… friends call me Theo, or trouble… depending on the day.”

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@Braxton" 681,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-23T11:34:00,Villains,"Ziggy was uncharacteristically quiet as the party returned to the One Night Stand, finding herself the lone human among a group of supernatural types. Granted, she was far from helpless. It just felt awkward. Between the Vampire and the Shifter exchanging angry glances and the Count feeling whatever shame accompanied nub level shit fucking of a Laeline, the Magician didn’t know if there was much else to add worth destroying deserved silence. What could be worse than the situation they now found themselves in?

Exaggerated thoughts.

Whatever had happened had happened relatively cleanly. The sirens waned and the onlookers hadn’t been adequately intuitive to see the four of them sneak off. Even Ziggy, a well-known performer, hadn’t been star spotted as far as she could tell. Even if she was, who would believe she was in Valesport when she just did a show in Los Angeles two hours prior? Wrong coast. No one would go so far as to draw the conclusion she had actually teleported between major cities. No one of sound mind and judgment, anyway.

She fumbled for a cigarette for a moment before realizing she was out.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

A new cigarette appeared as they moved into the tavern, the same quiet interior with a white-haired bartender meeting them. Errol had headphones on, her figure hunched over an iPod while she watched something along the lines of a prime time soap opera. Ziggy didn’t keep up with TV but she recalled being told about a body part show. Femur? Tongue? Cranium? Something. Managing a wave even if Errol didn’t see it, she asked what no one else had asked because she was genuinely curious.

“Well, do any of ya know how to fix it? The laeline, I mean. Figure we should probably not leaving it bleeding like a stuck pig.”

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@Braxton" 682,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-09-30T12:19:00,Obscene,"

Lilly hadn't commented on even one of Louis's advances on her, or rather what was clearly drunken attempts at flirting during their trek to the Laeline. The lioness wasn't sure how to take them, honestly, considering his strange nature. She wasn't offended, but neither flattered; the thought of her and a vampire in any sort of romantic situation still sent a shiver down her spine. That said, Lilly was less repulsed than before, so perhaps it was working similar to a Stockholms setting. In her mind, she wondered if keeping this sad excuse for a vampire around was detrimental to her moral values. Best not to encourage him by playing along with his masochistic desires, even if that was in her wheelhouse, but she didn't berate him either. Lilly had no desire to have such a discussion when they were so close to whatever was going down.

Count Theobaud Graves

Was he a vampire from the 1800s? Lilly had yet to meet a vamp in modern society that seriously used that title. Well, her little Louie already ranked higher in her book than Count Chocula, even if he was offering to buy them drinks, which she now realized was an unnecessary gesture at the One Night Stand; no one paid for their drinks. Also, there was something about Theo that merely unsettled her in a way that Louie hadn't. At least everyone had the wherewithal to quickly disperse from the scene of the disturbance back to the bar, a trip where Lilly continued her silent contemplation on tonight's events, and her booked evening endeavors.

Pink, who seemed to be leading the charge of meta's when she herself smelled decisively human was possibly the most interesting of the bunch for just such a reason. Ziggy was apparently saddled with a vampire for the night, not unlike herself. There was only a moment's hesitation for Lilly at the threshold of the rune-covered entrance to the ONS, an innate fear that had been instilled in her from an incident long ago. Stamping out the delusions, Lilly's first order of business was to skirt past the Netflix engrossed albino to take a spot behind the bar counter, immediately rooting around for a set of cleanish glasses. With ice in one hand, she snatched a nondescript bottle of what she assumed was whiskey.

""Yeah, that'll do."" She said quietly to herself with a slight grimace after taking a whiff of the contents of the dark brown container. Shortly thereafter, she had two whiskeys on the rocks, pinched together in one hand while she held the bottle in the other. Lilly then paced back over to Louie, directing him to a table to stand at and drink while Ziggy and Theo situated themselves as well nearby.

The shifter wasn't sure whether or not to go back to what he had said earlier, but it was a conversation, all the same, she figured ""Look, Louie, I don't know if you're fucking with me or what."" Lilly started, voice still somewhat low and setting the glasses and bottle down, sliding his drink over to him before continuing. ""If I'm with someone or not is none of your concern, but I'm certainly not taken by the man on the phone. You don't know him, obviously, but that's gross even for me to say."" Picking up her glass, she took several long, slow swallows without even the slightest reaction to what was undoubtedly a foul brand of whiskey. ""If you need a strong woman in your life to kick your ass into shape, however."" Lilly slammed back the rest of her drink with a grin, slapping it back down on the table with a clack and stating to top it off. ""There might be an arrangement we can come to."" What could she say? She might have despised vampires on principle, but there were exceptions to keeping them around, and Louie had that sort of sad puppy appeal that was growing on her.

Lilly cocked her head towards Ziggy's worrying remark about the Laeline. Absolutely, fixing the damaged node was intrinsic to her kind, the changing breeds, and their loyalty to Gaia and all. That said, Lilly's grin faded into a more of a sneer as she eyed the pair. ""Maybe you shouldn't have fucked it to begin with, and if neither of you can do anything about it, then I think it's going to remain a gouge in the realm that is practically visible to the average fucking person."" Down to her last cigarette, she didn't feel as though she'd smoked that much this evening. Suspiciously, she eyed the sole smoke in her digits as she lit it and took a drag. ""Eventually, it'll get repaired, I may be a poor excuse, but I know my kind are around here somewhere."" A little whirl of her finger in the air to denote the city, she shrugged off the notion that it was her duty to deal with such matters, Lilly had almost no experience with it.

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[[My bad, I did not realize it was my turn, whoops.]]" 683,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-10-01T09:05:00,Braxton,"

The scene before him was confusing. It seemed like the pair knew the Lioness, or maybe his social radar was defective as usual. He wasn't the greatest on picking up on things like this, but one thing he was drawn to was the pretty colors flickering from the rune's entrance. It has something mystifying about it, and it's clear just based on gut instinct that this is the locale where they had been headed. Wouldn't it seem like the obvious place to duck in, and hide from the cops? Maybe the untrained eye couldn't see it, yet concern etched in new friend's voice seemed to confirm the contrary. He was a mess of wanting to help, but not really because that required doing more than lazing about, and drinking which were his two best attributes in his mind. Having the rationale to get out of the noisy area the vampire wades through the entrance.

He takes in the decor of the bar that has a few suitors beside the newly acquired ones. He's admiring scenery when he's tugged by his newfound friend. The tipsy blood sucker examining the liquor in hand like a puppy aching for it's water bowl. It was almost as bad as his actual hunger how much he needed the alcohol to forget. Forget who he was, what he'd done. The life he had before. Everything had been picture perfect days before his undeath. He never thought he'd be dead at such a young age. Now here he was. Reanimated, and the worst part? He didn't even want to be here. Fingers make a loose grip around nothing as glass skirts across mahogany, and digits curl tight around it. He sniffs at the glass always having hated the taste of such liquids, but never the less he doesn't hold back. Raising the glass, and taking a big swig of the heinous beverage.

Familiar feeling, and buzz washing over the raven haired vampire. ""Lil bit."" Cheeky smile drawn, and a sly wink shot the way of his companion. Like a bad habit the glass is raised again, and this time he matches the pace of the lioness. Slamming the rest of his drink, and signaling with a come hither motion to either pass him the bottle, or refill the glass. ""Was oddly serious about that, though.. Been taken an interest in ya since I saw ya.."" He tries not to show it on the surface, but the vamp is nervous confiding that confession. ""Ya remind me of someone I knew a long, long time ago..""

His figure is leaned over the bar some, and a smug smirk is drawn over his lips. ""You gon tell me what you had in mind..?"" - Then like a switch her attention is elsewhere. Fret he doesn't. Mind flickering to Salem. There's a pang of guilt for abandoning his friend. Trying to brush it off with a dismissive wave of his head. The cat would be fine. He was smart. Even when he had his doubts the feline always found it's way back to him." 684,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-10-11T06:31:00,Lurktastic,"So in essence; Lilly had simply never met a nobleman of stature who also happened to be a vampire. Which was fine. The title (Count) was usually given to those with large estates who held a position of authority within their communities, such as judges, or advisors to the current lordship. Where as individuals whom were counts becoming vampires was more of a modern day trope than anything. Regardless, Theo did have a rather large estate, including his own rather well off corporation… Or at least in another dimension he was a mass graveyard owner/ Meta-Soft Drink Conglomerate. Between owning graveyards, land, and producing a blood alternative that could sustain vampires who would choose not to stalk and kill mortals; he was rather well off in his own dimension. In said world: 'Graves Guilt Free Blood' was a wildly popular beverage that had allowed a bridge between humanity and the children of night. Not only was open assimilation acceptable, vampires who joined society and turned to this alternative source of sustenance attest to the fact that it is effectively the same in taste and nourishment as 'old fashioned hunting'. In another version of reality: this was the illustrious Count Graves of ‘Graves Industries’, Millionaire, and supernatural adventurer extraordinaire... Yet, out here he was just a mosquito on the docks… Causing a ruckus no less. Regardless, the pink haired femme voiced her concerns about the gashes left in the Laeline… Where as their tag along's seemed more interested in each other. It was all the same to Theo. Without access to his finances or ‘underworld contacts’ he was really in a pitiful situation compared to what he was used to. However, he was more use to helplessness than any of these individuals could imagine. Discouragement never crossed his mind for a moment.

“If I had my book, it has a spell or two that might help… Or if I was better at weaving magic itself, I could probably mend the damage; but as you saw, I’m not capable of anything delicate in this form… But I’d wager there are witches in the area more tuned to the issue… I don’t suppose they’re listed in a phone book though...Do those exist in this dimension?”

Seemed more and more rare… Like a phone booth in the midwest. All the same, from what he could gather; he was very very far from home… and the closest thing he could manage to finding a life line in this dimension was going to require some properly bided time, and good old fashion borderline insane ingenuity. But that had little to do with current affairs. For the time being, Theo was stuck here… Granted, he wasn’t in the worst company, he certainly wasn’t of the disposition to go barreling into more trouble any time soonish.

“Either way, it doesn’t sit well with me leaving things in such a state… I’ll understand if anyone here wants no part in it, no one is as obligated to helping as I am… But I must admit; I am not a local, and I would welcome any help I can get at this point.”

The understatement of the evening was laid out on the table along with all his cards: but at least the shark toothed blood sucker wasn’t as evil as he looked...

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@Braxton" 685,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-10-22T23:56:00,Villains,"
“Yes.”

Said toward nothing in particular, Ziggy gave a thousand-yard stare in the direction of the far wall, contemplating what to do about the mounting issues surrounding her. On one hand, she had a vial full of magic laeline blood. That had to be worth something, right? On the other hand, she had a merry band of adventurers who were the least merry folks to bear such a title. The Lioness wore an expression of scorn most of the time, whereas her Kindred tagalong was caught between confusion and general angst. Graves, count or otherwise, sort of prattled on with a sense of uninformed optimism she regularly saw from ancient bloodsuckers. There was a running joke in the necromancy community about it.

No one thinks they know more than a dead man walking.

Graves had ripped a new one into the laeline and the supernatural community would discover this at some point. Not the best news to remind herself of, but necessary. Sometimes, the truth hurts.

Ziggy’s frame shivered with a brief feeling of anticipation, easily mistaken for cold. She snapped back from her staring, remembering her cigarette and the conversation at large. Expression dampening, she answered Lily first. “Yeah, well… shit happens. I’unno what you wanna hear.” Credit to Ziggy for not immediately throwing Graves under the bus. “It’s probably not a big deal.”

The Kindred earned the expulsion of smoke in his direction as Ziggy swiveled in her seat to get a better look at the boy. He was, what, early 20s? Not too old. Not much to talk about, as far as she assessed, but wonders came in plain packages sometimes. “Nada. If I had anything in mind, I’d be doin’ it without the approval of the runaways here.” Absently flicking a clump of ash, the magician finally settled her sights on the Shade of Graves.

“So, for the record, there are phonebooks, yes. Also, you could just google it. Did they have google when you were last alive? Did they have anything convenient? Toasters? Indoor plumbing? Cellphones?” With her free hand, the pink-haired femme rubbed at one of her eyes. “You mentioned a name before… I forget the name, but that name- that person, rather- they’d be google-able or whatever. Pretty much everyone is. Even the bitey, slimey, undead-y sorts have social media nowadays.”

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@Braxton" 686,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-11-04T10:58:00,Obscene,"

As Ziggy put it, Lilly was wearing a rather scornful expression on her features, those emerald hues narrowing slightly at the lackadaisical response given. There were but a few faces Lilly wore, and most were unfriendly, but that did not mean she was necessarily upset with the magician, she was simply disappointed for the circumstance she'd wandered into. ""You're probably right,"" Lilly mused, less vocal than her prior outburst, but the scoff that followed made up for it. ""At least we're all here and can't make it any worse than it already is."" Whether or not Theo and/or Ziggy made an attempt to fix the Laeline likely didn't matter from her view, someone would inevitably come along as she'd hinted at earlier to mend the wound.

Louis, whom she'd dragged behind her without consulting, was her responsibility, but with the discussion at hand, she shifted their conversation to the backburner with a raised digit close to his lips to have him hold off for just a bit longer. She did slide him the bottle of whiskey as recompense after topping her own glass off.

Count Graves was correct in that Lilly has not met a bloodsucker of such nobility, though, Lilly was fairly sure that she'd never met a Count, period. Was that strange? She thought not. however, Lilly did have the displeasure of meeting numerous individuals, vampiric, human, and far more wicked entities, who were in possession of large swaths of land and wealth through corporate holdings, and held considerable political sway in various regions across the globe. Such accomplishments did not impress the Lioness, and depending on the person would in fact disgust her.

""Definitely a hard pass from me. I'm only here by happenstance, and I'm hardly looking for some grand call to adventure."" Lilly sucked deep through pursed lips at her dwindling cigarette, smoke exhaled in billows through her nostrils as she continued her mild antagonizing of the Count. ""I don't know what dimensional rift you fell out of, but yeah, like Pink said, I'd get yourself a phone and start doing some online searches of the local metacommunities. There are surely several that would jump at the opportunity to help you out."" The lioness shrugged, trying to shake off the uncomfortable tension building in her muscles from this unfolding situation. Lilly didn't know exactly who Graves is, how he'd come to be here, and what he'd done to damage the Laeline, but what Lilly did know was that, as Silky put it, she was not about to stick her nose in this mess more than she already had.

Turning her gaze back to Louie, she flicked the remainder of her ash into the ashtray and took one last drag before snuffing it out with a methodical grind. ""Sorry, I didn't realize how much was going on with them."" With a quiet laugh, she brought a hand to her ruby lips to hide the humor lighting her features. It all just seemed a ridiculous turn of events on what had otherwise looked to be an uneventful evening. Using that same hand to move a group of stray raven locks away from her face, her grin was back, and the whites of her teeth were gleaming at her companion.

""No, we've got a ways to go before we get into the details of such a partnership. Instead, tell me about who I remind you of, I don't hear that of me too often, so you've got me interested in who my potential doppelganger is, or was if they're no longer around.""

Again, Lilly knew she was leading the vampire on by being anything but confrontational, as he seemed like the kind of guy to latch onto any sort of positive feedback, but something about the youthful-looking vampire was wearing at her ingrained defenses against the undead the longer she interacted with him.

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@Villains" 687,The One Night Stand [Supernatural Walk-in],https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-one-night-stand-supernatural-walk-in.1840/,2020-11-06T03:56:00,Braxton,"(Improvised shoddy back story, I choose you!)
She corks the figurative bottle before it even has a chance to open. Sudden change in demeanor as he's ignored for bigger problems causes the gloomy vampire to sink against the bar. Bottle in hand at offer, and gripped tightly as he indulges in the vice almost immediately. It wasn't necessary. His parts weren't begging, and fiending for it like an alcoholics. It was just something to feel different; anything at all that was a shift from the daily routine. Plus it was good at making him forget the hardship's he'd endured. His mind is spacing, and he's all, but removed from this scene as his brain ponders intangibles about the galaxy, and how strange it was that a place like this even existed. His strange company, and everything else life had to offer.

Hearing an apology from the other's lips as she shifts her gaze back to him is the least expected thing that manages to pull him from his trance. He expected something more action packed with the way tonight had been going; along with her rough demeanor that was like a sharpened cutlass he was foreseeing being pricked with it; rather than coddled. The smile that captured his vision was one that was daunting. It was playful, and fierce like the woman before him would tear him down if he dared to ignore her question. There was little doubt a battle between the two would be short lived. She'd probably push him to actuallly trying which would be a insufferable burden.

""Lola."" Words as soft as a bird's feather leave his lips. ""That's who.. why? I don't know. Maybe it's your hair.. or you guy's got a familiar face - Iunno all the details, okay?"" His words were slurring from both a combination of talking too fast, but also the liquor inebriating the supernatural. ""She was everything to me.. we weren't ever together though.. not officially anyhow.."" There was no emotion to the tone he was using it was numb, and he was reading from his mind like it was a school paper. ""Her father never approved of me.. shit, who would..? I was just a boy that worked at the docks. Barely made more than ends meet. From a poor family.""

His eyes go from her to anywhere but, searching the company of the room before eventually landing back on the wooden panels that lined the inn's floor. ""She was.. feisty like you. She rebelled against society. Gave it her all.. She had big dreams, you know..? Like grandiose change the world shit.."" He's making vivid hand gestures of wide, and large by forcing his palms away, and spreading his digits to demonstrate 'grand' as if the other didn't understand the simple first grade concept as he speaks. ""We were out past curfew.. cause I always was a bit of a trouble maker.. There were rumors about what lurked in the darkness of the forest.. but you know damn well we all thought they were urban myths..""

Louis's body gets physically tense, and stiffer as he stops mid draw of the bottle to his lips. ""I could of done something.. should have.."" he's in another portion of the story skipping any dialogue relevant to it as he spaces out, and draws the bottle to his lips. Taking a long, and hard drink before setting it down on the bar's counter with some force. Clink. The glass scrapping across the surface as he leans further back against the bar.

""We were walking a trail leading up to a mountain top. We heard a howl, and we decided to keep going.. Fuck.. we should of turned tucked our tails behind our legs, and got gone."" The raven explains as teeth grind against lower lip in nervous recollection of memories he'd long bottled up inside him. ""She insisted we get to the top.. She ran ahead, and waved her arms like she was saying 'hey I made it before you!"" as she got to the end. God I wish it had been me..It hit her like a semi-truck. Her screams still pierce my mind. Thing must of been seven feet tall, and four hundred pounds. She ain't even have a chance..""

His frame is slouching, and slouching until eventually the tall vampire is crashed in a seated position against the bar. ""The thing smelled me, and it looked at me.. Guess he wasn't interested in me. It wasn't interested in passing on the curse.. It made it clear. It enjoyed what it was doing.. ain't ever seen anything malicious as that.. not even what I did to those guys down at the docks. I was just a mere mortal at the time so I did what any sensible kid would do.. I ran.. Running didn't save me though.."" Slim hand runs over the front of his nape, and he shivers. ""Who knows what it was.. were they in a fight before? A vampire, and a werewolf in the same place.. same time? You gotta be kidding me.. my luck, huh..?""

" 688,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-02T20:42:00,Faetastic-Jess,"The Realm of Twilight World Building Thread:https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight.18103/

The Realm of Twilight OOC Thread:https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-ooc.18139/

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The Raven Pub

As you walk up to the brick building, the colors of the bricks varying giving the building an old and rustic feel. The glass windows throughout the front showed the dark teal panel wood walls, with the industrial lighting that kept the main room low-light. The door frame was a rich walnut wood with three beautiful stained glass windows, custom-made, each with a Raven with a rose. The heavy door pushes open to the entry and the hostess stand with a quaint sign that read “Be Our Guest & Have a Seat” in elegant penmanship that showed amazing attention to detail.

The sitting room to the left where one could have a drink while in a casual space and the largest walnut wood bar. The same dark teal panels ran up the front of the bar with wood seats to match. The booths to the back wall to the hallway with a simple restroom sign that matched the sign on the Hostess Stand. The second bar with the same treatment as the first was just before the kitchen on the right side, the right side functioned more like a restaurant with walnut tables and teal seats, booths lining the far wall, and front windows.

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The Raven Pub Layout	The Inspiration for the Raven

" 689,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-02T22:17:00,Chartreux,"

It was late in the afternoon when Haseya Santiago walked into the Raven Pub, ordered a double rye, took the drink over to one of the common room's corners and lowered the window shade to diminish the light where she would be sitting. Hesaya wasn't her real name. As far as Hesaya knew, no one knew her real name and that was a good thing in her mind. Over the athletic body, over ancient permanent body paint and scars, the skins that barely covered the personal parts of her body, she wore the illusion of modern clothing: boots, bluejeans, blouse and jacket. Her illusion also made invisible the what looked to be a mountain lion jaw that she wore like a necklace and it's skull that adorned the top of her head. Her dark brown hair was wild, but it appeared smooth and combed to those without 'the sight' or other means to see through her disguise.

Faelyn LaRue, the owner of The Raven had only recently learned that she was back in town. Until last week, no one had seen her for about twenty years. Faelyn thought maybe she recognized her from an old photo in an album of people to be careful around. Haseya Santiago hadn't seemed to have aged a day, but then she hadn't aged a day in the previous twenty or so years before she had last left Oak Creek. Faelyn might not have known who the 'woman' really was, but she'd heard about what she was and she knew her nickname, 'Nash'. Of all the strange customers that came into the pub, Nash was definitely near the top of the list. There could be a couple of people that could possibly be even stranger, but it would be a very close contest.

Seeing Nash in the village of Oak Creek could simply be part of a cycle of time, the owner thought, but it could also be very bad news. Yee Naaldlooshii were generally some of the most evil beings known by the Dine', but Nash had a reputation for restraint. Faelyn also knew her reputation for when talking and negotiating failed.

The legend went that she was a survivor of the Navajo Skinwalker Purge of 1878. She was spared by a very powerful Medicine Man, on the condition that she should watch over the Dine' and protect them from the demons that had come with the White Man. She was also free to punish any of the Dine’ that conspired with those demons, as well as any that she thought brought shame and dishonor to the people. Over the decades she worked on the fringes of the societies of the American Indians and White Man. She worked to curb the excesses of those who had come to the land where the Dine’ lived, both mundanely and magically, sometimes subtly and sometimes not so subtly.

Through the decades, there were reports that guns aimed at Nash, as the White Man came to call her (This was short for Náshdóítsoh Asdzáán, meaning 'Cougar Woman'), would misfire or, if they did fire, had no effect on her. There were tales of the corpses of black witches of the White Man’s culture that were found as if they were mauled by wild animals. There were stories told around the campfires of the Dine’ of the skinwalker that punished those that betrayed the tribe to evil. There was a rumor that the only way she could be killed was by someone saying her real name in her presence.

American Indians have a reputation for alcoholism. Nash slowly nursed her drink as if she were waiting for someone. If anyone had been close enough, they might have heard her softly singing an old song of better days." 690,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-04T18:27:00,Faetastic-Jess,"Faelyn stood behind the raised back of the bar when she looked up to see the woman enter, and the air of the pub shifted a bit. Her head tilted a bit sending her lower back length of red-hair shifting over her shoulders. She quickly recovered as she served Mr. Andersen a pint of Guinness. Her movements were graceful and dancer-akin as smiled at him, promising the 75-year-old man that she would save her hand for him before moving down the bar to help the next customer.

Faelyn's bright green eyes glanced at the mystery woman in one of the darker corners of the pub, she knew her from somewhere. She watched as Aine, her server served the woman. Aine was only younger than Faelyn by 7 months, and they had grown up in the same little village. Aine was dressed casually in jeans and a tank top for the summer heat, with long blond hair pony-tailed and still ran down to her mid-back. Oak Creek Village had always been her home, she shifted her attention back to the customer, setting the shot of whiskey and pouring one for herself. ""Sláinte!"" And she threw back the shot with a little scrunch of the nose. ""Pardon me.""

She smiled stepped down from the raised back of the bar, showing her full height of 4'9'' and 100 lbs as she moved across the room, pausing every so often at another table. Sharing a kind word or asking how customers time was going, as she made her way across the room. She wore low-cut jeans and a black t-shirt that showed just a bit of skin between the garments. No makeup, bra, or nail polish... but she had an almost androgynous look, except for the red curls that cascaded down around her face. ""Good Evening... Welcome to the Raven, I'm Faelyn.""" 691,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-04T20:19:00,Chartreux,"

Haseya saw the very petite young woman, coming in her direction from behind the bar and glad handing the other patrons. She stopped her quiet singing before the girl with the flame colored hair could hear it. Haseya could feel the redhead's 'other-ness' as she approached Haseya and Haseya recognized that type of 'other-ness'. She smiled at the girl.

""Thank you for the welcome, youngster,"" Haseya answered, believing that her disguise made her look nearly old enough to be the girl's mother. ""I believe I remember your parents and you, but you were even smaller. I hope that your mother and father are well, yes?""

The claim that Haseya knew Faelyn's parents seemed to surprise the redhead.

The older 'woman' then continued, ""Call me 'Haseya Santiago', or 'Haseya'. Some people know me as 'Nash'."" Haseya took another sip of the rye. ""If you know that name, let me calm you and tell you that I'm not here to make trouble."" She took another sip.

""Would you care to sit and talk?"" asked the skinwalker woman." 692,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-16T22:00:00,Faetastic-Jess,"Faelyn was truly surprised when the woman mentioned both of her parents. She didn't even know her father and knew that he left before she could walk. Her bright eyes were wide for a moment, intrigued that the woman might have known her mother before turning bitter, overprotective, and very Christian. Her fingers brushed the curls from her cheek as she regained her composure almost as quickly as she lost it. ""Oh, you know, my mom, Issy. She's good, and maybe she would like a visit if you get that chance.""

""It is very nice to meet you, Haseya Santiago,"" Her mouth gracefully formed around the words with a smile. "" Fae smiled as she continued, looking briefly to the seat before shaking her head. ""No, I was coming over to say hi. A new face with a familiarity I wasn't sure of, but...""

The front door of the pub opened with a jingle, and Faelyn's eyes moved to the woman that was walking through it. It was Penelope Graves; she paused in the entry. Her wild amber eyes were looking through the pub before she settled on Haseya's table. The woman could've been a model with her form-fitting tailored red dress at her 5'9'' height. Her hair piled up on her head in a bun that spoke to her control and the occasional curl trying to pop out.

When Penelope started towards them, her heels clicking gently behind her, Faelyn looked back to Haseya. ""Looks like Ms. Graves is coming to see you. Perhaps we can catch up later about my parents."" Faelyn was quickly moving her way back towards the bar as she smiled at Penelope. ""Good day, Ms. Graves.""" 693,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-17T20:10:00,Chartreux,"

Nash understood Faelyn's exit. The Graves family were of a serious nature, ever since they had come to Oak Creek. Penni had been a teenager the last time Nash had resided in the town. The girl had matured into a striking young woman. Nash knew her to now be in her thirties, but Penelope could easily have been mistaken for a woman in her early to mid twenties. What could not be mistaken, by those with the ability to sense it, was the aura of mystic power that the younger woman exuded. Penelope had grown in many ways over the years.

While respectful of that power, Nash was not very concerned over it. Nash was confident in her own power. Her many decades of learning and experiences gave her an arsenal and good judgement on how to wield it.

Nash motioned with an arm at the young beauty to have a seat and said to her, ""Well met, young Penelope. You look healthy. It is good."" Then she asked, politely, ""How is your family?""" 694,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-18T20:24:00,Faetastic-Jess,"Penelope smiled at Faelyn with a bit of a head nod. ""Working hard, Ms. LaRue. We will need to start getting ready for seasonal visitors soon."" She prepped her with just a sentence as she passed the petite redhead before those eyes moved back to the woman that Penelope was there to see. Setting her little black purse into the booth before slipping in with ease.

Penelope wanted to be clear that they both knew that she wasn't going anywhere. Her heritage was a little mixed but she wasn't so different than Nash, she'd remembered her from before the woman disappeared. Eavesdropped on several conversations, Penni had been a wickedly nosy little girl with a passion for trying to understand beings, not like herself. ""Nash, It's good to see you."" The smile was one of practice and politics with a bit of sassy behind it that naturally lingered below the surface.

""My parents are both gone."" The younger woman said matter-of-factly without hesitation. ""But Arthur is somewhere in Phoenix, doing science and saving lives. Me... I hold down the fort."" Her well, manicured hands folded in front of her as she looked to the much older woman. She couldn't imagine all of the things that Nash had been through but she honored her experience. ""And you, Nash? What do we owe your visit to?""" 695,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-09-22T02:29:00,Chartreux,"

Nash did not believe that Penelope truly thought that it was good to see the skinwalker at all. While polished, the performance of the niceties reminded Nash of the young woman's father, who Nash remembered had a better talent for it. Throughout the years, the members of the Graves family practiced what the white man called 'realpolitik', outwardly lofty in ideals but ultimately worldly practical. Speaking with a forked tongue was a phrase that was even older than Nash.

Hearing that Penelope's parents had both passed was troubling to Nash. Her time away from Oak Creek could not have been made shorter. There had been a working relationship between her and the Graves' of the previous generation. That was gone, now. Now she had to forge a largely new arrangement. Still, there was a history of some understanding and some cooperation between Nash and the Graves'. Nash hoped that there was a foundation to build a new understanding.

""You have my condolences for your loss,"" intoned the old skinwalker. ""Your father imagined that you would be strong enough to succeed him. From what I remember of you then and what I see in you now, I think he was probably right."" She squinted a little, ""Much strength, maybe a little rough around the edges.""

It was a little disappointing that her brother, Arthur, had a vocation in the occidental sciences. Therefore, until he returned, practicality dictated that he was dead to them.

It was good that Penelope was quick in coming to the point of business.

""There are portents in the sky, in the wind and on the land that point to the gathering of great evil coming to the land,"" said Nash, her poker face showing no trace of truth or deception. ""In part, it comes to gather from this world. In part, it wants something to come from the other side of the Gates. So I've come back to Oak Creek. I have some ideas on how we can help each other.""" 696,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-10-01T21:29:00,Faetastic-Jess,"""Thank you, Nash,"" Penelope smiled sincerely; it had been a few years before, so it wasn't as fresh, but it still stung a little though her manor never wavered. Ms. Graves let Nash speak her piece and knew that it took a lot for the skinwalker to approach this subject. Considering all of the history books filled with stories about the skinwalker, her family was detailed on keeping a record, especially on interesting people. But something that Penelope appreciated most in the situation was that Nash just came out with it.

""I do have various accounts of similar 'feelings' of gathering energies."" The younger woman spoke in agreement. ""And I am looking to gather additional help encase of such emergencies."" Penelope was never like the rest of her family. She was more open to change. Even more so than her father, who had changed a great deal for the better. The young witch believed that there could not be progress without active and conscious change with the common goal of what was best... and she had her own reputation of putting people in check if necessary.

""I think we could help each other, especially if we are on the same page. What are your ideas?""" 697,The Realm of Twilight: The Raven Pub (Open),https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/the-realm-of-twilight-the-raven-pub-open.18122/,2020-10-07T01:42:00,Chartreux,"

The old skinwalker was not squeamish about death when there wasn't much of a choice, but also did not wish to squander useful assets. Nash answered Penelope, saying, ""I need access to all the information and assets of the local law enforcement, the Sheriff's Office. This means that I either need a Sheriff to be my willing subordinate regarding supernatural things or I need to be the Sheriff.""

Nash was not sure whether or not Penelope would trust the old Navajo. Yee Naaldlooshii had terrible reputations and not all of it was unearned. Nash's reputation wasn't good and it wasn't necessarily evil, either. It was hard, like nature, like a predator, but not a thoughtless killing machine.

It appeared to Nash that the younger witch was seriously considering if Nash would be an asset as the secret master of the Sheriff's Department or as Sheriff, or even at all. The current Sheriff was known to be a genial man, but also a man with a core of iron. In Nash's opinion, it would be best if he could be persuaded into a partnership. How would he respond to having some of his authority taken away? Nash believed that it would probably save the lives of Deputies that might go out investigating 'things that go bump in the night'.

""Tell me your thoughts about this,"" said Nash and then took a sip of her rye." 698,To Break a Boy,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-break-a-boy.23685/,2021-11-27T06:29:00,Rodeo,"This is in a moderately sci-fi setting, taking place on Space colony RX-78 (or C78 for short), and since this is space the colony has it's own rules and laws, as such, prostitution is not only perfectly legal, but is highly regulated so that it is a highly professional with any amateur attempts at such business quickly being shut out by the larger businesses.

One such larger business is an installation called ""Futers"" (foo-ters) a business which raises and trains it's professionals to exclusively service Futa's throughout the Galaxy. It's a surprisingly tough market out there though, and as such the owner has decided to put on a special promotion in C78's main foyer. He has put his number one professional on display with an open challenge to all Futa people. ""If you can break my boy here by getting him to say the safety word 'cinnamon' then you'll not only win the cash prize, but a full year of free services."" Be warned though, this is no small challenge, as Pinky has never been broken, and given that there is a $500 credit buy in to try, and a time limit, the owner is confident he will only rake in the money with this display.

-In RP rules of the Competition-

-Only Futa may participate, males and females may watch, comment, and gawk all they like.
-You must transfer $500 credits to participate and each participant gets only 5 minutes of action in their attempt.
-Multiple attempts can be made, however, when eliminated you are to remove yourself and wait from the back of line for your next chance to participate.
-If you ejactulate you have only 10 seconds after you have finished doing so, if Pinky hasn't surrendered by then you have lost.
-All Aliens are allowed to participate, but must be mostly (80% or more) humanoid and have mostly (80% or more) humanoid genitalia.
-The prize money is the accumulated wealth from all previous participants." 699,To Break a Boy,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/to-break-a-boy.23685/,2021-11-27T06:55:00,Rodeo,"""Come one, come all!"" exclaimed the short stubby man in the gaudy white and gold suit.""My name is Paul Pitzburg! Proud owner of 'Futers' in the pleasure district and I am here today to showcase to any wh would participate and to all who would watch the absolute QUALITY of my merchandice!""the man shouted at the center of C78's Prominade as he slapped the ass of his main attraction, a devilishly boyish young man known only by the namePinky, wearing a soft and mostly see through pink dress. The cute boy gave a naughty smile at the slap followed by an adoreable ""Heh heh~"" giggle.

""I have come here today to showcase to you that when you are a futa in the galaxy and you need only the best service that the galaxy can offer, and that you'll find that service at Futers!""The small man spoke with the delight and enthusiasm that only years of geneticly dominant snake oil salesman could.""How will I do that?""he querried to the crowd gathering around,""This here is Pinky and Pinky here is unbreakable! Never in his years of service has he ever been bested by any futa that has come through my doors wishing for service! As such, I propose to you, today, that the first who is able to do the impossible and make Pinky utter the safety word of 'Cinnamon' will not only recieve a hefty cash prize, but will recieve one FULL year of FULL service from my establishment!""He catered to the crowd, dashing from one end to the other of those who gathered, raising his eyebrows, gesturing and pandering in any way that he could. A surprisingly nimble man for his appearance.

""All who wish to participate have a cred stick with $500 credits ready and sign with a thumb print after reading the rules!""The small, gaudy man pointed to the registration table with the tablet to accept people in, guiding the line with a simple 'red light, green light' electronic sign for entry.

""And the first one to sign up gets to take these home as a souvineer~!""baited Pinky as he slid his hands under his own dress and pulled his pink and white stripped panties out from the bottom of the dress and whirled them around in the air with a delightful cheer for himself.

The area about them wasn't empty though, not by far, as it was littered with all sorts of surfaces for which to perform on, ranging from the obvious california king bed, to exercise balls, lounging chairs, and even a self standing sex swing." 700,Welcome to Guilt~,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/welcome-to-guilt.23763/,2021-12-03T11:36:00,mochisenpai,"

Welcome to “Guilt”
The only place where one can go to indulge..in all their fantasies.

Welcome to the club of sin, a den of pure, unadulterated..chaos where you can snort a line while indulging in sexual fantasies..do enjoy.

A few..Rules

Worry not, there aren’t many rules in this special little thread, just some simple things, extreme kinks will not be allowed here (vore, unusually sized body parts, bathroom related things, anything that could make someone uncomfortable). I am not against one enjoying their own dirty secrets but this is just to ensure everyone is comfy!

Third person literate roleplay! At least three paragraphs is all I ask, it would be much easier to deal with and give others to work with! I feel first person could make another a bit uncomfortable in a setting like this!

No discrimination here! Have fun and respect others! Get as detailed as you’d like, just be sure others have a good time too!

How to Join?

All you need to do is have an appearance(please use real life faceclaims for this my dears), age and ofc name then of course your reply introducing your character(s) to this roleplay! You may have up to two characters, one male and one female!

Setting

Where: “Guilt” Adult Club(bar/strippers/high end and hard to get in)
When: 9pm on December 20th
Genre: Adult/Fantasy(different species), modern
Allowed: Drugs, Alcohol, Sex, and more.
Not Allowed: No killing each other.

My Characters

Age: 30
Species: Vampire

Age: 26
Species: Human

" 701,Welcome to Guilt~,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/welcome-to-guilt.23763/,2021-12-03T11:40:00,mochisenpai,"

Penelope Jennings, a successful and well respected business woman on Wall Street. Standing as one of the most popular companies within the states, she has become quite the force to be reckoned with. Her age, appearance and so much more had quickly become the face of business corporations, helping her rise to power. However, Miss Penelope wasn't just a blue collared business woman, no she was quite the party animal as well. Just days before Christmas, a night club opened up in the downtown district, instantly gaining in popularity thanks to...no limitations on how far you could go.

It is said that the club had the addicting stench of drugs and sex, leaving others to give in to their darkest fantasies. A place such as this breaks all the rules, destroys the very foundation that the local police officials have been trying to make. So, how could something like that simply exist without consequence? Simple, one of the most powerful people own this club, Penelope Jennings. It was believed that she's tipped off the police, funding them for whatever they could desire, corrupting them to her will. She runs the bustling city and runs the toxins that get put into it, though it's rumored she never makes an appearance in her own club..that is until tonight.

It was another boring, straight edged day in the office, another day wasted on business meetings and paper signing. It had left the young woman feeling restless and in need of some form of release, anything to get her mind off of the frustrations of the public. Perhaps that was why she dared to make an appearance today, why she dared to slip on that right red dress of hers sitting in the back of the closet. Why she downed a few shots and smoked before leaving. Why, even as she walked in through the doors, she gave every single person there who dared to look at her, a flirtatious and hungry smile. What was one night of fun going to do? Surely it wouldn't matter?

Smiling to herself, she slowly made her way over to the bar, slipping behind it and brushing up against one of the bartenders. ""You're working mighty hard tonight Tino..how come?"" A soft, British accent rolled off her tongue, as sweet as honey as she licked her lips, smiling up at him as she leaned against the bar with curious eyes. ""I'm here to help~ and perhaps have some fun..smile for me."" She expressed as she shifted, going to the first person she saw and smiled flirtatiously. ""And what can I get started for you my dear?"" She purred out.

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Dark, Stormy eyes slid along the length of the club where the heavy pound of music pulsated through the floor. It was a busy night, the mingled cheers and heated groans made the bartender smirk as he let his hands skillfully dance over the bottles lined up on the bar. He was one of the best bartenders there, his skill in mixology was unrivaled but that wasn't exactly why he was stationed there.

Oh no, it was his looks that got him this job, the way his smile shone with ease, the way he managed to flirt a woman into twelve drinks and a very expensive bottle of Don Julio 1942. He had been distracted, too focused on getting out drinks when his gaze drifted quickly to the woman who had come to stand behind the bar.

Penelope..the sweetest thing he has ever come across..a perfect woman to say the least. When her hand came to brush his arm, he could feel a shiver run down his spine, eyes darkening with desire before he offered an easy smile. ""Mm well I do my best Miss Jennings."" He expressed as he paused in his work, gaze lingering as she spoke, eyes trailing along her figure as she leaned over the counter to give her attention to someone else.

Clearing his throat, he offered a faint smile before turning back to making a few more drinks for Becky off to the side who absolutely demanded more sex on the beach Shots. Pausing, he lifted his gaze once more towards the dance floor, the itch to get his hands on something growing far too much for his liking. Rolling his eyes, he handed off the shots before placing a hand on his hip and spoke up. ""Who's next?""

" 702,Welcome to Guilt~,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/welcome-to-guilt.23763/,2023-01-26T21:01:00,ScarletAquarius,"Character 1:
Name: Faye Colon
Species: Demon Hybrid
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long, black hair, green eyes, fair skin

Faye put on her only nice dress. She needed to get out of the house. She needed to forget about him. Age decided to go to the strip club down the road. 'What could go wrong other ten a night of pleasure?' She thought as she changed. She curled her hair lightly and applied some makeup. When she was pleased with how she looked, she grabbed her keys to her black Mercedes and drove to the club.

She stepped out of the car and walked inside. Heads turned and hungry eyes looked her up and down. She smiled sweetly and went to the bar. Thats when she saw a woman in a very pretty red dress. Faye order a shot of tequila and a Sex On The Beach. She sipped lightly and glanced around the club. Faye listened to the music and relaxed a bit. She drank a little more than what she would've liked.

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Name: Cody Marshall
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance: Dark hair, red eyes, fair skin. Black wings, tails, and horns. Wears a dark suit everday.

Cody sat in a dim alcove, looking at every pretty girl that walked in. He smiled at each one and made them blush, all except one. A very pretty girl with long blonde hair and and an emerald green dress. She sat at the bar and sipped her drink, unaware of that Cody was staring at her. Cody watched as she went drank some more until he decided to approach her. Unfortunately for Cody, she had trust issues, but because of the alcohol in her system, her powers were useless. But Cody just wanted to observe at a closer distance. So he began talking with the woman. Cody found out that her name was Faye and that she was a demon like him. After a while Cody went home. He began making a file on Faye.

----------------------------------------------------" 703,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-20T12:57:00,UsernameTaken,"This will be a roleplay that anyone can join at any time, just read a few of the previous posts to get an idea of whats going on when you introduce your character. Not sure how popular it will be but romance between characters may happen, just keep the NSFW stuff private. A bit of background now.

It's been 3 years since a mysterious infection spread like wildfire throughout the world. This infection didn't present with any symptoms, at least not until you died. It remains dormant until you die, then brings you back as a flesh craving monstrosity with the only known cure being direct and severe trauma to the brain. At this point all power and water systems are offline and people have long since turned to looting from other people as a means to survive. There are pockets of survivors scattered across the country but, with radios being the only way of communication and batteries being hard to come by, they don't talk to each other.

Name: Nico Scaletta
Age: 23
Appearance:

Nico was skulking through the empty city, careful to remain undetected by both living and dead. With 3 years without human interference nature has been able to reclaim the city, offering sufficient concealment if Nico remained low to the ground. He approached a mechanic's workshop in hopes of finding a semi-functioning vehicle. Nico switched his shotgun to safety and gripped all of his left hand fingers around the grip, holding the gun across his body for defence and drawing his US Marine KA-BAR in his right hand to be used as offence. Using his knife hand he ever so slowly opened the door and crept inside, the only noise being a low creak from the hinges on the door that were in desperate need of oil. Closing the door behind him just as slowly as he opened it, then proceeding to clear the workshop. The sound of boots shuffling against the floor catches his attention and he prepares himself. An overweight man clearly dressed as a mechanic with 3 small holes in his chest rounds the corner and lunges at Nico, who jabs the muzzle of his shotgun into the man's sternum then carries the momentum with his right side and plunges his knife into the unlucky mechanic's head. The zombie goes limp and falls to the floor with Nico's knife still in its skull. ""Well that's one down."" Nico mutters to himself just before leaning down to grip the hilt of his knife and plants his left boot against the zombie's face as he jerks the blade free, letting a low grunt escape his lips." 704,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-20T15:10:00,sycamoresyndicate,"Name: Megan Carter
Age: 33
Appearance:

Three long years with the dead walking the earth. Megan had never been a religious woman by any standard, but seeing zombies rip flesh from bone killed whatever curiosity in a god that she'd had prior. If there was a god, how could they let something so harrowing happen to their own creations?

Now, her mind was preoccupied with other things. Namely making it through one more day, one after the next, putting one foot forward in her unpredictable and inevitable march towards oblivion in a world corrupted by the undead. Finding food, shelter, water: these were her biggest priorities, given that she'd been surviving alone for at least a year now.
Time felt slowed- muddied- by the proceedings of each new day. They blended together in a haze of instinct and intuition; it was always the same base needs on her mind when the sun rose and when it set.

However the hamster-wheel of musing was interrupted by an all-too-welcome sight in the decrepit city she now called her own personal hell: a mechanic's workshop, jutting out of the grey and green like a discarded toy in a street's gutter. Maybe it was the sunlight, or how excited the prospect of new tools made the former construction worker, but she couldn't peel her eyes off of it until she stood a foot from the doorway.

In her many layers of stiff, dirty clothing, resided a couple different weapons of choice. A machete never left her palm, though its cousins- various knives she'd collected of her fallen friends and foes alike- were tucked into pockets and waist bands in case the situation gout tough. A pistol sat at her hip, what few extra bullets she'd found for it jingled like change in her pocket below the firearm, a metal cable stood in place of a belt through the loops of the very same brown Carhartt work pants that adorned her lower half. She flicked one of the many stray locks of her dirty-blonde hair out of her face as her stroll slowed to a traipse, machete poised and ready with the blade crossed partially over her chest the way one might hold a sword.
Like any careful survivor (or perhaps similar to a fireman, given her caution and developed expertise for such a strategy), Megan didn't waltz straight into the workshop. She put an ear to the closed door, hoping to hear nothing but silence...

Instead was the telltale brutality of an ensuing kill. The garbled wail of the incensed dead, the wetthakof a blade through a body, a grunt and some muttered words.
It was the last part that prompted her to open the door.Words.There was a human in there. Unlike zombies, there was always a chance to reason with humans without the need for more unnecessary deaths. Jerking back from the door with a curt, tense sigh, Megan slowly- cautiously- eased it open and poked her head through.

Whoever she'd heard must have been in another room. Megan was at the back door, after all. The way was clear for her to enter. The hinges squealed in defiance of her actions, as did the floorboards when her heavy boots made contact, but the woman was undeterred. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to find some tools in there..." 705,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T02:24:00,UsernameTaken,"With his weapons now back in hand, Nico lowers himself into a defensive stance and poises his shotgun defensively and his knife offensively just like last time. This was a method of Zed killing which he had developed and used so extensively it's just become natural. He slowly eased his weight from one foot to the next to be sure he makes as little noise as possible.

As he turns the corner to the main workshop from where the dead mechanic came from he hears the back door's hinges swing into action and someone, or something, pushed it open. Nico stops in place for a moment to listen for any telltale indicators of what just entered the building. He hears old floorboards creak against heavy boots, and the foot steps sound much more intentional than the way most zombies shuffle around. Now knowing that this was most likely a person, who was no doubt armed, Nico looked around his surroundings for options.

After a quick think he decided this person probably has the same objective as him, which means an ambush in the main shop would be ideal. There's no telling if this person is hostile yet. With this in mind Nico sheaths his knife and switches his shotgun off safety then quickly makes his way to the door, allowing himself to make a bit of noise to attract attention, that the unidentified person would most likely pass through on their way to the main shop Now pressing himself behind a shelving unit where there is an especially dark shadow thanks to a Ford Ranger that was left raised on the hydraulic jack, he just hopes his blued shotgun barrel blends in with the other tools and parts laying around as he waits to see exactly who he's dealing with." 706,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T02:39:00,sycamoresyndicate,"Sound. Movement. She was right, there was somebody in there. Megan pursed her lips and thought, taking a moment to pause and consider her options. They had to know she was there, by now. They'd have to be deaf to ignore the door. She made the choice to back up a few steps and nudge it closed with her heel, the telltaleclickof it catching sounding about as welcome as an angel's song. It would make her next decision far less stupid.

Megan drew a breath and unceremoniously cleared her throat. It had been awhile since she'd actually had to speak louder than a whisper to herself; projecting her voice had become obsolete since her group went its separate ways. That being said, there was an authority to her tone, developed after years as a foreman for her father's business. ""Come out, I know you're in here,"" she stated as she proceeded cautiously through the room. ""I don't think either of us are lookin' to be shot today."" That being said, her free hand hovered at her pistol's handle, ready to draw should she need to. The machete remained raised in her off hand, the chipped, blood-flaked blade gleaming dully in what light filtered through the dusty windows in the otherwise lightless workshop.

She reached the doorway, but her boots didn't pass the threshold. It had become habit to check any room before entering; at the end of the world, one couldn't be too careful. Tools, shelves, a Ford Ranger. Her frown deepened, the creases around her mouth growing more prominent. Megan didn't see the source of the sounds... It was a problem. They had to be in there. Tentatively, as if stepping on a mine, she crossed into the main room of the workshop in a partial crouch." 707,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T03:23:00,UsernameTaken,"Nico's heart was racing at this point in an unworldly rush of adrenaline and excitement. He hadn't met another human in over a year, at least not a friendly one. While the prospect of meeting a friendly face and actually having another soul to talk to sounded like a dream come true, the looming danger of this person being hostile could prove to be nightmarish reality.

Nico listened intently to the sound of boots backing away, then the click of the door closing fully, then the sound of a female voice calling out with a well developed authority in her tone. With almost no access to medicine anymore, every injury matters and a gunshot wound would likely be fatal regardless of where it hit. 'Shes got a point there.' Nico thinks to himself as he hears her boots approach the doorway then stop briefly before pressing past the threshold.

He watched closely, wanting to get a good look at this female stranger before revealing himself. Her crouched figure enters the room and a dull gleam of a dirty blade catches his eye. This meant Nico had the range advantage, so it was now or never. He mentally prepared himself for the potential shit-storm that could unfold in this dusty old garage before leaping out and taking a few steps back, taking a low firing stance and keeping his muzzle trained on the woman's chest who was now no more than 2 metres away from him.

His eyes were wide with both excitement and terror as they darted around her figure in search for firearms or signs of concealed weapons and his face was taught with tension. ""Alright, I have the shotgun so who are you?"" He asked in the most assertive voice he could muster through his raspy throat and deafening heartbeat. His water was running low so he had to nurse it, which hadn't been a problem until he needed to speak loud enough for this woman to hear him. Nico tried to focus on his breathing, taking long and deep breaths to slow his heart so that he could hear himself think and also to keep his muzzle steady. If he needed to shoot he'd only get one shot before she could close the gap and end him." 708,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T03:53:00,sycamoresyndicate,"""Shit!"" she exclaimed when the man suddenly jumped out of seemingly nowhere, causing her to stumble back a step before she regained her defensive position. Her heart rocketed into her throat; Megan swallowed it down in a desperate gasp for air. There was a time where the woman had love surprises... Now, surprises meant imminent danger. Especially now, in an enclosed environment, with a shotgun leveled at her chest.

Megan was fit, though not much was evident through her layers. Baggy work pants and a thick coat, set over two different shirts, coated in some combination of dirt, blood, sweat, and ooze from many close encounters of the undead kind. Her pistol was visible, along with her machete, and the black backpack that sagged off her shoulders from the weight of its contents. The woman held her large blade as if it would protect her from a bullet, the flat side facing her new adversary. She regained her composure in a second or two, the stern authority returning to her tone.

""Name's Megan. Drop the gun before you do something stupid."" She could feel the blood running icy through her veins, pounding through her heart, rushing up into her ears. Adrenaline was one hell of a chemical... After three years, Megan could almost say that she enjoyed the terror the world brought with it now. While she'd give everything to have a proper shower and a day on the couch with delivery pizza and a movie, this was her life now.

Embracing it was the only option left for the survivors.

A significant portion of her mind was beginning to loop a final will and testament. This was it, this was where she died. Shot through the heart in an abandoned workshop, by a man she'd never met before. All those zombies survived for such an unceremonious ending.
The more rational voice was telling her to keep calm and maintain her harsh demeanor for as long as she could. Show no fear, no weakness. Not yet." 709,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T04:27:00,UsernameTaken,"With his heart somewhat under control Nico could finally think. The woman identifying herself as Megan didn't show any signs of hostility, but without knowing her motive for being here it wouldn't be safe to place any trust in her. Seeing her raise her machete instead of draw her pistol make his head cock to the side a bit as he said in a level tone ""Seems to me that at this range dropping my gun could spell death for me. So no, not yet. What are you doing here?"" It was a struggle not to introduce himself, as would normally be the custom when meeting a new person, but he needed to keep in mind the life or death situation he found himself in.

As he searched for more clues to tell him who she was he started weighing up everything immediately evident. Her authoritarian tone, the heavy pack sagging off her shoulders, her choice of machete over pistol. He concluded that she must have had some sort of leadership role in a physical job, or she took up a leadership role in a group and spent a lot of time building and fortifying somewhere. In any case, it was clear that she was used to being in charge and that she's well accustomed to hard, manual labor and using her hands.

But a group?...That idea was almost unbearably sweet. Could she be the leader of a group somewhere? Could this finally be a group Nico could become a part of? His hands started trembling as a wave of joy and anxiety washed over him. No matter how hard he tried to remind himself that he didn't know any of this for sure, his hands wouldn't stop shaking." 710,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T04:43:00,sycamoresyndicate,"Megan looked him over, though she was too panicked at the moment to draw any identifying information off of his appearance and demeanor. Plain and simple, he was a threat. ""How about this. You drop the gun, I drop the knife. Deal?"" He didn't need to know her reasons for being in the workshop just yet. He was untrustworthy; the less she let him know, the better, at least for the time being. Until she had gathered some information of her own.

He hadn't given her his name, which was something that further deepened her frown. Megan was at a disadvantage by fessing up her own, with nothing returned; he held the gun, he knew her name, and therefore he had the upper hand. As if to try and convince him that she meant her statement, she slowly raised her free hand away from her pistol and- very slightly- lowered her machete, keeping the blade up to protect her chest as best she could.

While she was having difficulty discerning what his aim and background was, she could pick out the basic information. He was a young man, perhaps around her own age, skilled enough to take down a zombie with a blade though seemed to hold a preference for firearms. It could potentially be a bluff; the one reason Megan wasn't too keen on drawing her pistol was how rare ammo was, and how loud blasting a hole through someone could be. The last thing she wanted to do was alert every zombie in a mile radius to swarm her location. She hoped he had the same survival instinct. At the very least, she could try to appeal to the intrinsic hoarder's instinct anyone who made it that far must have had... ""Don't waste your bullets, pal."" A simple, to-the-point command, delivered with the rugged lilt of tension that sat balled in her skull." 711,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T06:00:00,UsernameTaken,"Realizing this Mexican standoff isn't going anywhere any time soon and time is of the essence with the day carrying on, Nico nods slowly. He uses his thumb to engage his weapon's safety and lowers it so that the muzzle is aimed just off target. Then after swallowing what little saliva his dried up mouth could produce, attempting to mask his raspy throat, he says ""I'm Nico..."" Then, in an attempt to diffuse the situation, he follows with ""I don't mind using bullets to ensure my survival against people who mean me harm, but you don't seem like you want to kill me. I'm here trying to find a car, or at least parts for a car. I don't want to hurt you, and I hope it goes both ways.""

His eyes never leave her hands, watching for the slightest indicative movement of an intended strike. ""You wouldn't happen to be part of a group, would you?"" He asks with a slight glint of hope in his eye. The idea of joining a group was too exciting for him to suppress fully, he just hopes it doesn't show on his face. Although he was trying to diffuse the situation and learn more about Megan, he didn't want to give away too much about himself. That could lead to disastrous results. All he could do is hope she didn't try to close the 2 metre gap between them. He really didn't want her blood on his hands, and he wasn't overly fond of attracting unwanted attention from the dead and any of her possible group members in the area." 712,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T10:16:00,sycamoresyndicate,"He lowered the gun. Good. Megan gave a tense, slow sigh through her nose, slowly lowering her machete in return, so that it hung by her thigh. To show that she wasn't going to make a move for her own gun, her free hand remained half-raised, palm towards him, her fingers splayed. ""That's the spirit."" With his statement, Megan opted to make a rather risky move: she set her machete down on the concrete floor and shuffled back a half step. ""I'm not looking for trouble. Just some tools."" That was all the information he needed on the subject, at least until she figured that he was trustworthy.

Talk of a group, however, brought a bit of a somber look to her blue eyes. ""Used to. We separated a month back. Got a small camp set up, though."" Okay, maybe just a little more information. If she could convince him that she wasn't a threat, then maybe- just maybe- securing a new survival buddy was something in the cards.

That being said, she wasn't about to trust him so quickly. It could spell disaster to rely on a stranger, even if he assured that he wasn't out to hurt her. Megan carefully lowered her hands when she deemed the ticking timebomb of self-defense was sufficiently defused. They moved to hang at her sides- but she reconsidered after a second, and stuffed the hand nearest the pistol instead into the pocket of her coat." 713,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T11:01:00,UsernameTaken,"Seeing her fully drop her machete and pocket her pistol hand offered him a sense of ease which gave him enough reason to mimic her example and drop his muzzle fully, now holding his shotgun across his body. He noticed her reaction to the mention of a group, resonating with her sadness. ""Sorry to hear that, I lost my group a while back. Just got a bit hopeful."" After a brief pause he spoke again. ""Well, Megan, I have a proposal. It seems like neither of us can trust the other enough to let our guard down and we both need to look for things here, so, how about we leave our weapons in a designated area of the shop so we can look for our things without needing to keep one eye on the other? Its gonna suck if we take too long here and need to travel in the dark.""

He was seriously hoping she would go through with this. Since neither of them have had a survival buddy in such a long time he was betting she would be itching at the chance as well. As a show of good faith he took the initiative before she got the chance to answer and reached for the top shelf on the unit next to him, placing his shotgun on it before drawing the knife he had on his belt and placing it next to his shotgun. He turned to face Megan with his hands open and spread apart to show her that he didn't have any other weapons and he really meant her no harm. ""Alright, my weapons are out of my reach. Your turn now."" Well lets just hope her actions thus far have lead to the right conclusion. This has got to be the highest risk, most intense trust exercise ever." 714,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T12:29:00,sycamoresyndicate,"The ache for some form of companionship must have been the thread connecting what survivors remained. Megan wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth; he'd already set his gun out of reach, after all, leaving her with the advantage should she choose to take it.

Fortunately for them both, she was an honest woman. As honest as she was grounded. With a nod she accepted his gesture, and for the first time in awhile, cracked a small, lopsided grin. It was the relief kicking in, mostly, eliciting a slight sense of glee that she was going to live to see another day, as short-lived as that though might turn out to be. Mimicking his behavior she slowly pulled the pistol from her hip, only to set it on the floor beside her machete- followed by the knife in her coat pocket. And the switchblade tucked into her waistband.Andthe carving knife situated at her back.

She tossed each of the weapons into the growing pile. Megan had a crow's instinct to hoard the potentially useful items she came across, giving her a nice little collection of weaponry kept at her disposal. As a cherry on top, she fished the small hunting knife from her own boot, set it with the others, and dusted her hands off with a job well done. ""That's all of them. I'm gonna leave them there- you can keep an eye on me. I'm not going to grab any of them.""" 715,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-21T13:22:00,UsernameTaken,"He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he saw her pistol join her machete on the ground. The corners of his mouth threatened to break into a grin as she started pulling out and placing down her first couple knives. This small grin faded as his jaw dropped a bit at the number of knives she was carrying. Obviously weapons were important but carrying 4 knives...that was a first. ""Damn, you've got enough blades to open a butchery."" He said in an attempt to crack a joke. Nico silently hoped that his sense of humor hadn't deteriorated due to his isolation, but he knew this was likely.

""Now, with that out of the way, I'm going to get myself a drink and then check that Ford."" He figured it was probably a good idea to communicate what he was going to be bringing out of his bag as the trust wasn't there yet. He slung his backpack off and placed it on the ground in front of him and grabbed the half empty bottle of water from the bottle holder on the side of the pack, opening it and taking 3 gulps of water then closing it and putting the bottle back. ""Ah, that's better.""

After his throat was quenched he left his bag on the floor and walked over to the truck, beginning his inspection of the vehicle by climbing in the small work area which resembled a trench underneath the truck. He had a thorough look at the brakes and the undercarriage, not seeing any issues. Next he climbed out of the trench and examined the wheels and tires, finding them all to be very low, as expected. Won't be able to check if there's a puncture until they are pumped up. Now Nico was in need of something to stand on to see if there's an engine problem and he begins to scan the dark, dusty workshop in search of something he could stand on. He spots a tool box on wheels that's flipped over with a mess of it's contents scattered on the floor." 716,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-22T03:08:00,sycamoresyndicate,"""If only I could get my hands on some animals,"" she jokingly lamented. Fresh meat would be a welcome change of pace... She knew how to butcher animals, from chickens to pigs, and she was fairly certain she could figure out how to do the same with a cow or goat. Perhaps starting a farm wouldn't be too bad a plan in the apocalypse. If only she had the resources.

Megan brushed aside that line of thought fairly quickly though, and opted to leave her blades in their spot on the floor, watching him pull out his bottle of water. She appreciated the announcement of his actions, even if she wasn't about to comment on it. That sort of thing was going to make their potentially brief interactions far less stressful. She felt it was an appropriate time to turn her back to him, opting to instead start searching shelves for the tools she required, giving idle chatter in hopes of keeping the mood light. ""Where're you planning to go with that thing? As far as I can tell the roads are pretty blocked up. Looks like it can handle some off-roading, though."" Megan used to drive a truck for her job. A grey Ford F-150, well-loved and always stocked with all sorts of tools, lumber, and empty Gatorade bottles that her coworkers would put their cigarettes out in. Seeing another Ford in a semi-operational state was almost cathartic.

She rummaged through the first few items she found. A wrench, another wrench, a third, smaller wrench. None would be useful. She left them where they were and moved to the next shelf. Bolts. She didn't know what she expected. Megan straightened back up and moved on to the other side of the room, though as she went, she noted the spilled tools from the box Nico now used as a step stool...

A screwdriver! Perfect! Megan dropped to one knee at the edge of the halo of tools and paraphernalia, reaching across the mess to take up the yellow handle as if she'd just stumbled upon gold." 717,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-23T02:38:00,UsernameTaken,"""Ha! If only. A hot steak would be a welcome sight."" He said through a wide grin that had formed on his face. The feeling of smiling like this had been forgotten to Nico. It almost seemed like their encounter would actually turn into a friendly one, and what a relief that was. As he was setting up the box in front of the Ranger he replied to her. ""No real plans yet, just thought it would make carrying things easier. I'd be able to scavenge more things at a time as well. The only downside will be the noise...but yeah, if it has an off-road function that could work.""

He walked around to the driver's door and placed his left hand on the step that ran down the side of the large vehicle. Using his hand on the step to vault himself upward, he grabbed the door handle then, in one quick motion, he yanked the door open and moved his feet to the step. After taking a second to make sure he was balanced he reached for the lever to open the hood. Once he heard the hood pop open he dropped back down to the ground and walked back to the box. ""So what kind of tool are you looking for?"" He asks trying to keep their conversation going, without seeing that she has already picked up a screwdriver.

He now climbs up on the box and undoes the latch under the hood before lifting it up and propping it open. Just be fixable. Please. He is met with a V6 turbo-diesel engine and starts inspecting it. Checking the sparkplugs first, missing.Fuck.Next is the air filter, missing.Well that's not good.After that he checks the water level and finds that its still good.Well that's one thing. He didn't expect a walk in the park but fuck, it's not looking good. Now for the oil. Nico pulls the dipstick up and dries it on his coat before dipping it back in the oil reservoir and pulling it out, holding it up in the dim light to try and get a good look at it.Empty. Completely fucking empty. Son of a bitch.With that done he puts the dipstick back and closes up the bonnet." 718,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-23T02:52:00,sycamoresyndicate,"The thought of a steak drew a hum of agreement from Megan, who set about stuffing the screwdriver into her back pocket. ""God, you're making me hungry. Might go guerilla hunting sometime- I think I could take on a deer if I could get close enough."" Though maybe it was wishful thinking. A nice, big chunk of veal sounded delectable... But she wouldn't waste a bullet on an animal if she could help it. A waste of lead and a terrible decision, given how easily it would alert everything to her position.

Maybe she could make a bow and some arrows. Or a spear. She hadn't ever used either, but how hard could it be? One was just a sharp stick, and the other was a sharp stick that could stab from an even further distance. Megan thought she could handle it. At the very least, her machete and assortment of sharp implements would make her a fairly dangerous hunter. Getting the drop on an animal from the trees, popping out of a bush and grabbing the creature...

She fumbled with some screws as she thought, holding them up to the pale sunlight to inspect their state. They weren't stripped, their points were still sharp, they seemed long enough to secure something well. Perfect. She palmed a handful before she stood upright again, a grunt of effort leaving her in the process. ""Any tools I can get, really,"" she replied. ""Hopefully a hammer, but I doubt there's one in a mechanic's place. 'Least I found a screwdriver- maybe I can find one of those adjustable wrenches, too."" It was wishful thinking, but she hoped it would manifest what she was searching for, as futile and stupid as it sounded. He could mess with the car as much as she wanted, Megan wasn't particularly interested in the vehicle. It's gas, though... ""How's the truck looking?""" 719,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-23T03:44:00,UsernameTaken,"Leaping off the box and landing with a dull thud as his boots hit floor, absorbing the impact with his knees, he says ""Oh, well I think you hit the jackpot coming here. There should be a hammer around somewhere, or at least a rubber mallet. It's going nowhere anytime soon. No spark plugs, no air filter, no oil, tires are flat as fuck. It was probably being serviced when the shit hit the fan. I'll need to make a trip to an auto-parts store to get the parts. You want to come with? We could hit a hardware store on the way. Would be safer with the two of us as well.""

The Ranger could prove to be a bust, but this was a good opportunity, and excuse, to spend a bit more time with Megan. He didn't want this friendly contact to be a one time thing and they both could use some human company.

(sorry for the shorter reply, about to go to work but wanted to get it out)" 720,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-23T06:06:00,sycamoresyndicate,"(No worries!)

Megan glanced up when she heard him jump off the box. She moved to another shelf to search for something to carry all the screws in, rubbing her chapped, cracked lips with her thumb in a moment of contemplation. A small container would be best. A bag, probably, or a little box- something that would keep them from spilling in her backpack and puncturing all the precious goods it contained.

Her moment of thought was followed by a hum of agreement at the state of the truck. ""Shit. There's always the option of siphoning the gas; it's gonna start getting cold again soon."" She turned back to him, though, when he made an offer she would be remiss to refuse. A companion for a little longer, a survival buddy- at least until they made it to their relevant shops. It was better than splitting ways right then and there. He wasn't a threat, and he didn't seem to harbor any ill will or malicious plot to kill her and steal all her stuff...

She cracked another grin, revealing the dimples set into her cheeks. ""Sure, why not. Two's better than one."" She decided in the end to simply shovel that handful of screws into the pants pocket opposite the one full of bullets. It was fine for now, until she found something to put them in. ""I've been meaning to hit a hardware store for awhile now. If I can get my hands on some ducts I can probably jerry-rig a chimney for my base."" That is, if she could carry it all back. It was a long shot, but if she could get her hands on the materials she needed, she would be set. At least for the time being. With a previous life in construction she knew her way around the act of making things. It couldn't be too hard to make an indoor fire pit that wouldn't kill her of smoke inhalation." 721,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-24T03:25:00,UsernameTaken,"Nico gave her a wide smile, obviously very happy that she agreed to pair up with him for a post-apocalyptic shopping run. By now he was getting more comfortable around Megan. She's had ample opportunities to attack and hasn't, so she's clearly not any sort of threat. She might even be good survival buddy material. ""Great. Lets get you some ducts, some good 'ol duct tape and hammer so you can build a chimney. I think I saw a hardware store a couple blocks away, let me know when you're ready. Just gotta have a look for one more thing.""

He makes his way to the shelving unit that houses his weapons on the top shelf and starts searching for something. Standing a couple of steps away and scanning it with his eyes, he soon locates what he's searching for and grabs a small tray containing 6 dirty spark plugs. ""Bingo."" He says to himself as he grabs the tray and carries it over to his pack, opening the main zip and tipping the 6 spark plugs inside before zipping it back up. Most people don't know it but spark plugs can actually make for pretty good makeshift 12G slugs. With actual ammo being very scarce and limited, makeshift shotgun shells are what Nico started using to compensate. Perks of having resourcefulness drilled into him every day growing up from his gun-nut military father. After shouldering his pack he turns to face Megan and gives her a friendly smile. ""Alright, I'm ready when you are.""" 722,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-25T20:41:00,sycamoresyndicate,"The fact that they were both in good spirits certainly helped to make the unending hell they were trapped in a little better. Megan shot him another grin of her own. He was a good guy, as far as she could tell; Megan was fine sticking with him for longer. The company was incredibly nice. She couldn't help but want to stick with him for as long as she could without potentially being offed in the process. ""Sounds good. If we can find a cart, I might load up some lumber too. Can never be too safe. If I can fortify my hideout, I might be able to make it a proper bunker for more than just me.""

Megan went to gather her weapons while he went to look for whatever it was that had his attention, putting each one back in its place. Knives in her boots, coat, under layers. She took up her gun and machete, finally. There was a loop she'd made out of tape and wire to hold said machete attached to her backpack; Megan stuck the large blade into said loop, the handle within reach should she need to pull it quickly for one reason or another. One couldn't survive long without being adaptable, after all- and Megan wasn't anything if not adaptable.

Nico ended up with those spark plugs, and the woman offered him a thumbs-up. ""Ready as I'll ever be,"" she responded. ""Let's get going while there's still daylight."" She didn't wait for him to lead the way. Megan turned on her boot and started towards the front door, stealing another look at the workshop just in case there were any supplies she'd missed. Nope, nothing of import." 723,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-03-26T06:40:00,UsernameTaken,"""Sounds like a plan."" He says as he moves quickly to grab his shotgun and knife off the top shelf, sheathing the blade and carrying the gun with his left hand between the pump and trigger. Nico catches up with Megan at the door and opens it, not caring about the complaining hinges because he figured if there were any zombies in the immediate area they would have shown up by now. After a pause at the door to observe for any activity on the street, and no seeing anything or anyone, Nico steps out of the shop. He moves low and light on his feet, to reduce his visual and auditory profile, toward an abandoned sedan in the middle of the street, hiding behind that as he checks his surroundings for any other signs of activity.

After being satisfied with his surrounding area being clear he moves low and light to cross the street. Once across he immediately makes a move for the closest door, wanting to secure a safe space on this side of the street before continuing. The building was an old, rundown apartment complex of 5 stories. Nico drew his knife and entered the building in the same manner as the mechanic's, except this time he was caught off guard by a zombie who was on the immediate other side of the door. He presses the muzzle of his shotgun against the sternum of the sharply dressed monster and pushes him back to create space and recover a good defensive stance. As the zombie falls back he lands on a coffee table, sending a loud crashing noise into the eerily quiet street and attracting the attention of a zombie located somewhere past the lobby. Nico didn't stop. As the zombie in front of him was getting back to his feet he reversed his grip on his knife and closed the distance, driving the steel blade into the skull with a sickening but familiarthunk." 724,Zombies Incoming!,https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/zombies-incoming.20647/,2021-09-10T19:47:00,Somebody,"Name: Carlos Elga
Age: 65
Appearance:

Carlos searches through the rubble of an old army facility, the exact place he lived before the apocalypse. He strains his muscles pulling a huge piece of concrete off of an ammo box. As he goes for the ammo he goes onto his knees as to avoid back pain, he takes the ammunition and puts it away. He stands up groaning from his legs hurting. He walks a mile slowly back to his shack he built all by himself. He steps onto the stairs and pushes the door open walking in tired, he shuts the door behind him and flops onto his mattress. He thinks about his day as he drifts off to sleep, dreaming about his younger days as a veteran in a war.

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When he wakes up he stretches his arms over his head. He stands up starting out by raising his head, arms and torso, then slowly getting up using his legs, he groans once again from the pain. He walks over to the counter remembering he forgot to take his medicine yesterday, which is what gave his back and legs so much pain. He slowly opens the cabinet door and takes a bag out, opening the bag. He pops the cap off of the medicine bottle and takes his pills for the day, swallowing them with the help of a glass of water. He waits about twenty minutes and his back and legs hurt no more, meaning he can walk and run faster without severe back and leg pain. He walks out of the shack opening the door then closing it behind him. He walks about two miles then notices a woman and a man, (Megan and Nico) he walks a little while before stopping right in front of the woman. (Megan) ""Howdy. Don't reckon your scavenging as well?"""