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At the bar, there sits a girl with a long copper-colored braid, slight and beautifully-complected and wearing khakis and an oversized pullover. Next to her is an enormous man, darker and looking at her (worshipfully) and the rest of their surroundings (suspiciously), wearing a brown uniform that is held on entirely via the cunning application of magnets. She has a glass of something fizzy and gold and he's got a Coke in its can.
her_imperial_radiance
"I can't hold the door for you because I'm not from your world. If I'm the only person touching it it'll go to my world."
prodigal_miser
Adarin frowns.
".... Oh, there is an obvious solution. Hold on."
He takes out his book of cheat sheets, puts Vern down gently, and stands. "Don't touch Vern, please," he says, and then he goes over, opens the door, and stares at - absolutely nothing for a while.
"He's going to teleport the mirror to where he can reach it," explains Vern, from his chair. "Give him a bit."
".... Oh, there is an obvious solution. Hold on."
He takes out his book of cheat sheets, puts Vern down gently, and stands. "Don't touch Vern, please," he says, and then he goes over, opens the door, and stares at - absolutely nothing for a while.
"He's going to teleport the mirror to where he can reach it," explains Vern, from his chair. "Give him a bit."
her_imperial_radiance
"I don't know if that will work either. Space in Milliways is - strange. I am not sure it's even safe to try."
her_imperial_radiance
"It's built to be... better than nothing, I think. Sometimes a lot better, but 'nothing' is definitely the baseline."
prodigal_miser
"Hmm. Then - it would be smart if we had a long extended conversation with you, then try to get Isabella, because apparently various clever solutions might go wrong?"
prodigal_miser
"Okay." She hops off of the barstool, heads over to Adarin, and explains. He sighs, and picks her up, petting her again, and returns to his seat.
"I sort of want to complain to management, I just want to get a mirror."
"I sort of want to complain to management, I just want to get a mirror."
her_imperial_radiance
"Yes." Elspeth taps the bar. "She is the bar. You can talk to her, if you like. She'll give you a free drink since it's your first time here."
prodigal_miser
Right, roll with it. Just - roll with it.
"It's nice to meet you," he says, pleasantly.
Vernaia scrutinizes the bar as if that will reveal all of the secrets of the universe.
prodigal_miser
"Everything? That doesn't happen to include an elixir of life that is easily reproducible and grants immortality with no downsides, does it?"
endoftheuniverse
Alas, no, apologizes the bar. My selection of magical items is extremely limited, principally to things that are only magically recreational.
prodigal_miser
"Darn," sighs Adarin. "Well. Recommend me something? I've been trying new things lately, it's fun."
It's strangely easy to have a conversation with a sentient bar.
It's strangely easy to have a conversation with a sentient bar.
prodigal_miser
Adarin sips his own. "... You have good taste," he tells the bar. He moves his glass to where Vern can sample it (she does) and then looks at Elspeth and Jake.
"Sooooo," he says, "want to have a long, extended conversation about the mechanics of vampirism and the state of your world in comparison to mine and what I remember of Earth?"
"Sooooo," he says, "want to have a long, extended conversation about the mechanics of vampirism and the state of your world in comparison to mine and what I remember of Earth?"
her_imperial_radiance
"Sure. It could get very long depending on how much you want to know, though. I contain the offloaded memories of an extremely large number of people, many very long-lived."