http://ix-enough.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ix-enough.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-12-09 09:01 pm

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.

[identity profile] singkaraoke4me.livejournal.com 2007-12-10 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, now this was more Lorne's kind of place. He felt a little more relaxed, back in his element as it was.

"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."

[identity profile] sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com 2007-12-11 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
It may have been mere coincidence that had brought Zexion to that particular cafe that day, but it was the scent of a familiar scent - twilight and sea-water - that made him decide that he may as well stay for a while. After all, he had no real reason to leave and he might find some useful information. And with the rather simple t-shirt (a dark red today) and jeans (black) that he was wearing there was little that could point to where his loyalties lay, so he should be safe enough. And besides, he was curious - or as close to as he could ever be - about the figure accompanying Demyx.

"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.

[identity profile] singkaraoke4me.livejournal.com 2007-12-13 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
A Miami Vice? A very nice choice for a drink. Not as popular with the L.A. scene, but occasionally the out of town ghouls and gals would ask for them.

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.

[identity profile] sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com 2007-12-15 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The slight nervousness in Demyx's voice didn't escape Zexion's notice. No real surprise there though, since Demyx had a slight tendency to be jumpy at best from time to time, and given the state of affairs in the city lately, he wasn't surprised.

"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?"

[identity profile] dix-des-coeurs.livejournal.com 2007-12-16 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The train ride had been long, as Luxord had known it would be. Thankfully, most of it had been spent in silence, and Luxord had turned his attention to his journal. There had been quite a bit of chatter over the network lately - he had several conversations to catch up on and several more to laugh at.

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.

[identity profile] blackmagicjazz.livejournal.com 2007-12-16 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Hours on the train seemed to slip by for Godot, as he too spent his time checking through the strange journal network. He guessed it to be some kind of otherworldly palm pilot and wasn't going to ask many more questions of Tobias, who seemed strangely weirded out by him. Ah, well, a man sees the world through his own eyes and rarely picks up on the viewpoints of others, even if you loan him your shades. Godot didn't particularly want anybody being all buddy-buddy with him anyway.

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.

[identity profile] mysterious-moi.livejournal.com 2007-12-16 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Not five minutes after the two men arrived, another figure wandered into the café. Vyers looked around the place curiously, trying to find the woman who he had come up her to meet, but didn't catch sight of her. So, he was the first to arrive.

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.

[identity profile] mia-clawed.livejournal.com 2007-12-16 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The train had proved a good solution once Mia had realized the cafe was much too far for her and Sally to walk from Vanaheim gate. She had somewhat abashed to learn that the money in Paixao quite literally grew on trees, and spent much of the train ride puzzling how Paixao maintained its economy and values.

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.

[identity profile] raggedysally.livejournal.com 2007-12-18 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Sally had spent the train ride both quite amused with the train--she had never seen one, although Dr. Finklestein had mentioned them occasionally, and certainly never been on one before--and playing with the journal she had been given. It was a clever little device, both an interactive journal and a map, and she thought she might take it back with her, if she could, and see if such a thing could be created in Halloween Town.

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.

[identity profile] singkaraoke4me.livejournal.com 2008-01-08 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
(( A thousand appologies for the extreme lateness of my post. I have been dealing with alot of busy and badness at my end. Please be with the forgiving T_T ))

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."

[identity profile] sceadu-gemynd.livejournal.com 2008-01-09 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, this was certainly be interesting - three Nobodies in the same place by sheer chance? It wasn't everyday that something like that happened (unless of course Luxord had been altering probability again, but he rather doubted that to be the case here). Unfortunately the mass influx of people not long after Luxord's arrival reminded him of why he didn't get out and about all that often as a wave of mingled smells accosted his nose, bringing in the assorted smells of humanity and coffee - the visored man practically reeked of coffee. It was almost a relief when the last addition to the rather impromptu gathering wandered in, as she seemed to not really have much of a smell. A construct, perhaps?

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.

[identity profile] dix-des-coeurs.livejournal.com 2008-01-10 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Chance was something Luxord was definitely accustomed to, though this one wasn't something he'd seen coming. It certainly wouldn't stop him from finding it amusing, or from using it to scope out some of the newer arrivals (aside from his coffee-addicted compatriot).

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.

[identity profile] blackmagicjazz.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Bitterness-- 53. Acidity... mild... 12," Godot seemed to be talking to himself, deeply lost in his study of the coffee and far too distracted to notice the other patrons arriving around him-- including those who happened to be old girlfriends of his and who would probably cause him to go into a seizure out of shock.

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?"

[identity profile] mysterious-moi.livejournal.com 2008-01-12 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
And those he planned to meet had come in shortly after him. What luck! It seemed as though things were going to pass by without much incident. Well, as long as he kept this quick, at least, which was what he planned on doing. All right, so he planned on doing it with a bit of flair, but with as little flair as possible. Or as much as was possible without being noticed. That would be the hard part to determine.

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."

[identity profile] mia-clawed.livejournal.com 2008-01-14 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Mia took in the sight of her new companion with interest--the purple hair was his most striking feature, though she also noted the pointed ears and unusual clothes. He was not the first unusual-looking person she had encountered in this city and she doubted he would be the last, but it did make her wonder what world he must come from.

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.

[identity profile] raggedysally.livejournal.com 2008-01-24 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Sally had never seen someone quite like Vyers. Then again, everyone in Halloween Town was unique in some way, so Sally was hardly phased by it except for passing curiosity. It was larger, and the people were not all of a frightening bent, but she was at least used to the multitude of oddities that she seemed to be encountering here. Somehow, the faceless crowds, all blond-haired and pale, unnerved her the most. They all blended together.

"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.