Aug. 21st, 2016

yinyangwizard: (Onmyoji)
[personal profile] yinyangwizard
[OOC: Millitimed to longer after this than it actually is.]

Abe no Seimei comes into the bar wearing a pale blue yukata, with a large padded envelope under his arm. He goes to the Bar, greets her with a bow, and puts the envelope down on the bartop. "Please deliver this to Emcee-san," he says. The forgers Seimei hired did absolutely flawless work: nobody would be able to tell that the sets of identification papers inside are fakes, save with forms of analysis that were not even available in the time when said fakes are meant to be used.

There's a flash in Seimei's peripheral vision, up and to the left. He turns his head to look and sees something that looks like a small surveillance drone. And then a puff of smoke appears out of nowhere - except Seimei's mystic senses tell him that it's not a puff of smoke, but some unfamiliar (to him) kind of spirit. The not-smoke darts towards the drone, envelops it...and then there's no more drone, just very small pieces. The not-smoke winks out of existence.

"Huh," Seimei says to himself. "How curious."

Very curious. And intriguing!

* * *



Half an hour later, Seimei is sitting at a table by the Observation Window, pouring himself a glass of mint iced tea from a sweating pitcher.

On the center of the table in front of him is a small lacquered box, about the right size to store a stack of drink coasters in. The box occasionally jerks and rattles as if there's something inside it trying to escape - which, in fact, there is.

Whenever the box jerks violently enough to move it off-center, Seimei carefully slides it back into place. He's reasonably sure that the party responsible for this little homunculus will, sooner or later, realize that it has been intercepted and come to investigate. He has a second empty glass for them, whenever they decide to show up.

[OOC: This EP is intended for someone in particular, but anyone is welcome to tag.]
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The Slingshot will never be a tourist destination for many reasons, and its implacable broiling heat is definitely one of those reasons.

Reporting done, his kit taken off the Bus while it undergoes a much-needed retrofit, and Ward finds himself at loose ends.

And then he finds himself in the alien bar again. The door closes behind him with a definitive thud - it evidently won't be budging for a while, so he'd best go find himself something to do in the meantime.

So there's a secret agent world traveler slash beach bum in jeans and a t-shirt rooting around behind the bar for something a) cold and b) sealed.
vyvyan: (pfft)
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Some time after getting out of the cells for this, Vyv has spent some time with various pink materials and forms of adhesive.

Which is why you might, tonight, find a little pink moustache on some things around the room. You might, if you look closely, discover a fish block has been carefully attached to the inside of the trilobite tank, and on the outside, a pink moustache at the same level. Inside the tank itself, a model of a mermaid has a pink moustache.

There's even one stuck to the door of the men's toilets. And the women's.

But no sight of the orange-haired culprit, right now.

[ooc: Vyv not present to tag, but reactions welcome. If the little moustaches interfere with anything you're doing, assume they're already gone :)]