Jessica Drew - Main Bar

[justdyedit]

[OOC: Milli-timed to the day the age spell broke.]

Jess had been outside investigating the various spiders to be found (she was quite sure she came across a nice specimen of Steatoda nobilis) when the spell that had regressed everyone's age broke. Given she was wearing children's clothes when it happened, she was quite happy to have found a horse blanket to borrow so she could make her way to her new room without breaking any of the Bar's rules.

Properly dressed, and aged, she's feeling better than she expected. Parts of her psyche that have been broken for years don't feel as sharp anymore and she can almost smile at certain memories…at least what memories she can see. Which is why she is glad she never venom blasted either pony responsible for the spell and why she is now at the bar.

"Can I leave a gift? Anonymously, I mean." Pause for a napkin read. "Of course it won't cause harm. Just give Twilight and that other pony, Trixie wasn't it? Just give them some treat, like a cake or whatever is good for them. One each and put it on my tab. Don't say who is from though, just thank them or something. And don't make it weird or sappy."

"What's this?" She then asks as an invoke appears for the damage to a certain soda machine. "But I wasn't in control of my facilities!" Another napkin. "I was a kid." Another napkin. "Fine. I'll pay up. Give me a mocha and some biscotti first."

Business taken care of, she settles in with her smartphone, scrolling through some costume redesigns* she found online back home. Carol shouldn't get all the fun of a new costume after all.

[OOC: *link leads to an entry with a list of fanmade costume redesigns for Jess. All are linked cause I didn't want to tie up this with graphics or too many links.]

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[knightoftheswan]

The age spell now reversed, the Knight feels a little better than he did during his conversation with Autor.

Or it could be the coffee. This place does do marvelous coffee.

In any case, he left his booth for a stroll some time ago to cure a sudden and possibly caffeine-related desire to wander. Having meandered to the bar, now seems a good time for supper. He happens on a seat near Jessica and gives her a nod of acknowledgement before giving some thought to what he wants to eat.

[justdyedit]

Jess returns the nod before returning to her phone. After a moment or two, she notes him staring at the bar and decides to take a gamble.

"It can be hard to chose when you can hare anything isn't it?"

[knightoftheswan]

"Ah, yes," he answers, looking up with a small smile. "Particularly when you're not picky."

It wasn't so long ago that he was eating mechanically, not caring what he consumed for sustenance. It might reach that point again soon but right now flavor counts.

"I've been here for about a year now and it seems there's always something new."

[justdyedit]

So reserved. It's almost making her want to pick him apart but she holds herself back.

"It's even worse cause she can even produce something from a particular place if you ask. At least she has with me."

[knightoftheswan]

"Truly? I thought it was all produced in house."

The Knight gives the bar another glance.

"I had asked some time ago about pfeifferkuchens," he tells the Bar. "Could I have some from that baker-"

But before he can finish the inquiry, the cakey cookie confection appears. It'll go great with his coffee while he decides what sort of real food he wants.

[justdyedit]

"Maybe most of it is. I hadn't thought of that before. I just assumed magic Bar and ran with it. I'm Jessica Drew." She moves to offer her hand, though watches his reaction in case it's not a polite gesture for him.

[knightoftheswan]

"Oh, forgive me," he says, leaving his seat to take her hand and bow over it. "I am Lohengrin, the Knight of the Swan."

[justdyedit]

The action is so unexpected (but really what would you expect someone dressed as a knight to do?), that Jess is frozen; which is likely good as she likely would have pulled her hand away at the archaic gesture.

"Um...thank you?" She says after a moment. Not ever Thor has done that.

[knightoftheswan]

Archaic but fortunately brief as he soon returns to his seat.

"I'm afraid my time shows," he admits to her in what he hopes is a gesture of comfort.

[justdyedit]

"There are lots of different times here," Jess agrees with a smile, warming to this strange (to her) man. The gesture was actually nice, she finds herself thinking. She'd still prefer to be treated, and greeted, as an equal but the hand kissing thing at least had respect to it; which she can never argue against. "I hope all the different times here aren't too disorienting for you."

[knightoftheswan]

"Most of them are after mine."

The year he names is one of chivalry and fairy tales.

"It- I find it easier to abide by the manners I know until asked to do otherwise."

Beat.

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've encountered a woman of my era. You don't suppose I should adjust my greetings here all together, Lady Drew?

"And perhaps my manner of address?"

[mighty_avenger]

Carol saunters into the Bar‐yes, saunters, it's a thing she does—having conveniently missed all age-related scenarios.

"Hey stranger. What's a nice Avenger like you doing in a place like this?"

It's funny? Yeah, it's funny.

Also, it's always good to feel out weather you're friends are coming from the same place in the timeline as you are. @%*#ing time travel.

[justdyedit]

[OOC: Please pardon the default icon. On a mobile device.]

It is funny and is worth a weary grin.

"Recovering from the wombat invasion," Jess replies slumping in true exhaustion onto the bar top.

She does peek out of the corner of her eye to see if Carol's buying it.

[mighty_avenger]

"Wombat invasion?" aks Carol. "What'd you lose my invitation in mail?"

One does so hate to be left out of a potential ass-kicking.

[justdyedit]

Damn, she caught on right away didn't she. Well, no help for it but to run with it.

"Well, I would've called but the attack was so sudden. It was one heck of a fight too. I think Stiltman gave them some of his tech." Jess says, propping her chin on a hand. After the week she's had, it is good to see Carol.

[mighty_avenger]

Carol laughs.

"Damn. That's why Australia's just a bad idea. If I need to hang out with giant rodents, I can just call Doreen."

Are wombats rodents? Will disparaging an entire order of mammals make Squirrel Girl appear? Carol hopes not. She's not really up for quite that much pep right now, and Jess sure as hell doesn't look like she's up for it either.

[justdyedit]

Jess is definitely not up for that amount of pep; not now and not ever, truth be told. Never one for pep in the first place, she got her fill when she and the other girls of the Sugar Gang ate their spoils.

"I'm not sure if wombats are rodents," Jess muses. "Aren't they marsupials? Or can marsupials be rodents also?"

[mighty_avenger]

Carol shrugs.

"How should I know? I'm the one you go to when you need someone to fly the Quinjet, not when the evil petting zoo's in town."

Ugh. She's getting kinda punchy, which can only mean one thing.

"Hey Bar, can I have a coffee, please, while my friend here tells me what she's really been up to that's got her crashed out on the counter?"

[justdyedit]

"I'll have you know the crashed out-ness was an act to lend credence to my wombat story!" Jess exclaims a bit offended. Still Carol has a point, she isn't her usual self. "I'm guessing you missed it, other wise you'd know what happened here. I got to be a kid again. For a whole week!"

The sarcasm is thick with this one.

[dont_feel_it]

He catches the scent of cocoa and steamed milk over his own cup of coffee, and looks over with mild curiosity from where he's sitting, too tall for the barstool, long legs folded up like some spindly flying insect, slouched over crossed arms in a faded green t-shirt and jeans.

There's a band-aid stuck to the inner side of his forearm, but it's hard to see, folded as they are on the bar top.

He doesn't mean to interrupt, though, so if he catches her eye, all he does is nod in distant greeting. He's no eavesdropper, and it's none of his business.

[justdyedit]

For her part, she catches the motion of him looking and so looks herself, it's a habit of training and daily use. Long of limb herself, the corner of her lips curl in appreciation at his and while her jeans and t-shirt aren't faded, she can appreciate the practical attire as well. And now that she's spent this much time looking him over, it'd just be rude to not say something.

"Hey," she begins in a friendly tone, "what do you think of this costume? For fighting in, I mean?"

[dont_feel_it]

Up come his eyes, first, followed shortly by his eyebrows, which tuck together in something akin to consternation, or maybe the closest Nathan Wuornos gets to bewilderment, but his tone is even, almost dry.

He doesn't come across, strictly speaking, as conversational, but she asked a question and he'll answer it to the best of his abilities, which, in this case...

Well, it's not much.

His eyes track from the outfit in question to her face, considering, and back again, before lanky shoulders lift in a hitched shrug. "Doesn't look like it'd protect much."

He'll just avoid any mention of that cut-out at the top, thanks. "Probably easy to move around in, though. Sorry, I don't have much of an eye for..."

Trailing off, he gathers his thoughts, makes a guess. "...design."