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Down at Cafe Ersesat [Active]
Character(s): Demyx and Lorne, and Godot and Luxord can drop in whenever.
Content: After hard day of world conquering, what better way to celebrate than by getting together with guys down at juice bar?
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: Afternoonish or something?
Warnings: Heckling is expected to occur.
It was kind of funny that, for however long he'd been working this city, Demyx had never actually been to one of the cafes the place was famous for. He'd heard good things about it, sure, but there was only so much you could expect from the locals, being as they were.
He didn't go up to the counter or grab a table just yet, picking up an unattended menu from by the door instead. On the upside, a quick glance told him, they did have a bar; on the downside, no chicken wings. (Ah, crap.)
He turned to Lorne. "You wanna just hit the bar, or what?" he asked. Frankly, he didn't care one way or the other, personally.
Content: After hard day of world conquering, what better way to celebrate than by getting together with guys down at juice bar?
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: Afternoonish or something?
Warnings: Heckling is expected to occur.
It was kind of funny that, for however long he'd been working this city, Demyx had never actually been to one of the cafes the place was famous for. He'd heard good things about it, sure, but there was only so much you could expect from the locals, being as they were.
He didn't go up to the counter or grab a table just yet, picking up an unattended menu from by the door instead. On the upside, a quick glance told him, they did have a bar; on the downside, no chicken wings. (Ah, crap.)
He turned to Lorne. "You wanna just hit the bar, or what?" he asked. Frankly, he didn't care one way or the other, personally.
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"Nice little spot," he said walking in the door. His red eyes scanned the room. Not too busy, but it didn't look to be dead either. At this time of day, that was a good sign. "I prefer things a little flashier, a little louder, but you can't knock another cat's swing, you know what I mean?"
As his guide and aquaintence was checking out the menu, Lorne was already walking straight for the bar. "Yeah, the bar sounds just about right. Now to see if they can pass the first test."
The man behind the barcounter looked like everyone else in this strange place. Just a little bit faded, sort of non-descript. What a weird place this was. "Sea Breeze, por favor. And don't skimp on the grapefruit juice." He turned his eyes to the man he knew as Eddie and smiled. "My fav drink back home. Next to the bloody mary that is.. without the blood that is." He laughed and turned back to the counter, his drink already waiting for him.
"Get something and we'll do a proper toast. To what, I don't really care."
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"I find 'to old friends and to new' is always a decent place to start," he commented as he drew near, give a polite nod to both Demyx and the other man.
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He'd barely pulled up a stool and sat down when the unexpected third party arrived. Funny, this was the last place he would've expected to run into Zexion... or whatever he was supposed to call him. What the heck pseudonym was he using?
"Oh, hey! Fancy seeing you here," he greeted his coworker, his tone walking the line between friendly and nervous. He wasn't in trouble or anything, was he? If he was, he couldn't think why off the top of his head.
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Still, the new man behind them distracted Lorne. Apparently him and Eddie knew eachother. Being a host for so long Lorne used to picking up emotions from people.. and really, being an empath didn't hurt either. Eddie was a little concerned.. maybe worried to be seeing this guy here. Not enough to run screaming from the building though, that's a good sign.
"Old friends and new, huh? Not a bad idea. You care to join us in the toast then?" He asked the new fellow. He raised his own glass, getting thirsty just smelling the drink. Red eyes moved from Eddie to the new guy, trying to read a sense or a reading off of them.
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"I decided it was about time I got out a bit," he commented with a smile before turning to the other person present in the conversation.
"Why not? After all, there is nothing else that needs my attention at the moment." Truth be told though, he'd never really been one for alcohol, even back in his days as Ienzo. But in order to keep up appearance there were things he was willing to sacrifice - and this was one of them. And with any luck the quirks of his nature would manage to keep him from feeling the worst of the aftereffects come the morning, should things end up that way.
A brief moment passed as he managed to attract the bartender's attention long enough to manage to get a drink of his own (sangría, should anyone be listening to him order or recognize it on sight) before turning back to face Demyx and the other man. "Shall we then?"
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They'd found Saint Destino's, but the Cafe Ersestat next to it had been completely empty - there wasn't even somebody behind the bar. Rather than walk the three and a half miles to the cafe on that particular side of town, they'd spent another hour on the train and backtracked to another more popular location.
Their arrival couldn't have come soon enough for Luxord. He was not, however, expecting to see two other members of the Organization sitting at the bar, engaged in conversation with someone who was...green. It was all he could do not to smirk - Demyx seemed to be getting the worst of things, per usual. "Well, fancy meeting you here," he greeted them. "Although it seems you've made a friend." He turned on a smile that looked sincere, as if he meant it, on the green man. "A pleasure to meet you. Call me Tobias." He knew Zexion, at least, would pick up on the fake name. Hopefully Demyx would do so as well.
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He carefully noted the location of Saint Destino's and decided he'd head back there later on to see what sort of... supplies they might have. And before he knew it they were in front of yet another Cafe Ersestat.
Godot marched straight inside, past Tobias, past all his apparent buddies, and past a man with strangely colored skin (though he couldn't identify precisely how strange) completely ignoring everyone except the poor man at the counter. He slammed his mug down and said, "I hear you provide a particularly bewitching brew, amigo. Hook a man up. I've had a long night."
The barister quickly served up a mug of coffee and handed it to Godot, who stared it down like a gunfighter on a barren street. Then he put it to his lips and drank the whole thing in one go. Once finished, he paused for a moment, then pulled out a small notepad and started jotting down numbers.
Well. It was good coffee.
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He did however see the rather combative, toaster-faced man who he had argued with over the mademoiselle. The man certainly stood out in a crowd--not that Vyers didn't. This could only end in trouble, trouble he would prefer to put off for now.
As he began to search for a place where he would be easily seen by the two women he was supposed to meet, yet still hidden from toaster-face, he caught sight of something familiar. Green skin, horns, obviously a fellow demon, not that Vyers had seen a demon like him before. He debated striking up a conversation out of curiosity, but that would have to wait until toaster-face was a little bit further away.
Finally, he took a seat on the other side of the small group of people. As long as they could camouflage him, he could wait for Mia and Sally, speak briefly with them when they arrived, and quickly escape the building without too much trouble.
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There was a lot on her mind when she walked into the cafe with Sally, and she was hoping that at least some of her questions would be answered today. Who knew the afterlife would be so utterly bewildering? It seemed like there was a crowd of strange-looking people in the cafe--a popular place, maybe--but Mia had little trouble spotting the odd purple-haired man who called himself Vyers.
"There he is," she said to Sally, brushing her way past the crowd to say hello.
"Mr. Vyers, yes?" she said with a smile.
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The different sorts of people in the cafe were noted, but more with an interest of seeing who was there than any surprise in the way they looked. The rag doll had spent her entire life in Halloween Town, after all.
Sally followed Mia once the woman spotted Vyers. She stuck close to Mia and smiled shyly, reminding herself to be confident in herself.
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Tobias, though? It was all he could do not to snicker at his coworker's name of choice. Sounded appropriately pretentious, though. "That guy with you?" he asked casually, gesturing with his drink at the nearby Godot. (He'd let Lorne introduce himself - somehow he doubted his new acquaintance would have a problem with that.)
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With the blink of an eye, the place seemed to full up. What was once a dead and quiet joint suddenly seemed bumping and jumping with activity. Each new patron caught his eye. It felt almost like.. home? Did Lorne still consider L.A. to be home? Naaww...
"A pleasure it is to meet the lot of you. Eddy here has been a reach peach showing me this place, talking to me once I got here. Join us, have a drink. It might be a bit early, but who cares?" he takes another sip of his seabreeze. Man.. it was good. "I'm Lorne, and I'm just tickled green to be meeting you all."
"I just can't get over the feeling of how familiar this place feels. All these different people, all looking so different.." he nods to the red visor with a smile, "just like my last place. No one belonged, so we all came together."
"I used to have a joint like this you know. Well, a little flashier than this.. gotta have my flair, you know? People would come and sing, I'd set them on their path.. it was a nice gig."
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He had to agree that it was quite a strange mix of people though, even for a place like this. "I can imagine it was." Just not one he'd usually find himself going to.
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Who seemed to be hassling the bartender. He raised an eyebrow at Godot's actions, then looked back at Demyx. "Well, he was."
He nodded at Lorne's invitation - "I think I will, thank you." - all they while fighting to keep a straight face at Demyx's choice of alias. Eddie? Was he serious? He turned his back to the group, smirking widely as he ordered a Tuaca Bomb. The telltale expression was gone from his face by the time he'd turned to face the small gathering once again. "Looks like this place has gotten popular," he commented idly, watching the stream of people come through the doors. Wasn't the purple-haired one the man who'd been fighting with Godot earlier today on the journals?
This should be interesting indeed, he decided as he settled in to watch the fireworks he was certain would come once each realized the other was in the building.
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This Ersestat blend... it bore a stunning coincidence to Godot Blend #94. There was just enough variation in the body where he could tell the difference, but he had to credit people who had managed to come close enough to the perfection of one of his blends. Coffee was an art, not a beverage, after all.
He snapped out of his coffee euphoria in time to notice exactly how many other people had crowded in here. "Well, isn't this a regular can of sardines?" he quipped to nobody in particular. "This place really is like some kind of dollar store hodgepodge of people and..." he eyed the... strangely-colored fellow right back. "... other people," he concluded. "What colorful company I find myself keeping." Only fate, and he would later presume narrative convenience kept him from noticing Mia. "Can I get anyone a cup of black magic?"
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Well, he would just have to play it by ear. "You are correct, Mademoiselle," Vyers said, standing and giving them a short stage-bow. He debated pulling out a rose, but that might push the line a little too much. Lamentable, really. It would have worked so well.
"You would be correct, Mademoiselle," he said, "Mia Fey, am I correct?" He then turned his attentions to who he assumed to be Sally. He wasn't expecting someone like her. One didn't often see living rag dolls, though that fact didn't seem to faze Vyers one bit. He'd grown accustomed to strangeness over the many centuries of his life. "And you must be Sally. It is a pleasure to meet you both face to face."
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He was also very polite. She might have curtsied in response to his bow if she didn't fear falling over in these heels. "It's very nice to meet you, too, Mr. Vyers," she answered instead with the same friendly and unrevealing smile she would give to any new acquaintance. "Anyone up for some tea before we go?" She knew they had meant to go out and explore, but god help her, she might faint if she didn't have something to eat soon.
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"I am," Sally said, smiling shyly and hoping she seemed more confident than she felt. "It's nice to meet you."
At the mention of tea, Sally was reminded that she had had nothing to eat since she set out from the lab to pick herbs earlier in the day. "That would be nice." A doll of rags and leaves she may have been, but she needed to eat and drink just as anyone would.