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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has an iPod with him again when he comes in today. He's frowning as he listens again as well.

This time, though, he remembers he has the earbuds in before he comes to take his guitar off his back, so there's no awkward dance of getting the two untangled. He carefully pulls the earbuds from his ears and sets them on the bar, slides the strap of his guitar over his head, leans his instrument against the bar next to him and puts the earbuds back in.

Still frowning, he leans his elbows on the bar as he takes a seat.

A few moments later a glass of ouzo appears and he spins it idly with his fingers.



tiny!tag: Eric Northman

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[onceaviking]

The careful out and back in again maneuver has been watched with interest.

Cool, bemused interest.

Eric's get-up ought to explain why he doesn't immediately gets the idea with earplugs. The eighteenth century did not really have an equivalent. Of any kind.

His hair is tied back, his coat is left in his room (his borrowed room) and he'd hungry.

Then again, if you're a vampire, you're always hungry.

[golden_lyre]

If Eric is paying attention to such things, he may pick up that Orpheus is not exactly human. Also that he is quite, quite old. Older even than Eric.

He doesn't immediately notice that he's being watched, and after a few moments of listening to the earbuds, his frown deepens and he mutters to himself, "No. No, that's definitely not..." He pats his pockets, looking for the notebook he always keeps on him, which he finds easily enough.

Finding a pen is another matter altogether.

[onceaviking]

He does pick up on the not-human part after a short while.

Another one. Interesting.

It is easy enough to guess what he is looking for, due to the notebook.

Sadly, he does not carry with him a quill and an inkwell. He does, however, have a small treasure stashed away in his waistcoat pocket. A piece of pure graphite with one end carefully wrapped in a length of woolly yarn.

In short, a pencil.

He walks over and offers it with a small bow.

He is tall. Really tall. And blond and pale.

"Could this perhaps be useful?"

Watching the not-man closely to see if he is recognizing him for what he is.

[golden_lyre]

"Thanks," Orpheus says, hardly glancing up to more than the pencil before taking it.

He scribbles out his notes quickly, only just legible in his haste.

It isn't until he's finished that he actually takes a look at what is in his hand. He hasn't seen something like that in a very long while. That's really what it is that makes him look up at the stranger.

And up.

He leans back a little to take all of the man in and smiles, handing back the makeshift pencil.

"Handy contraption, that."

They don't have vampires in his world, and he hasn't met any here yet, so no, he doesn't recognize what the stranger is, though he can tell he isn't quite human either. It's the hunger that clues him in to that more than anything.

[onceaviking]

"It is," Eric agrees, in his vaguely sing-song English. "I have been told that the British have made an even more clever thing, a quill tip of steel. But I have not seen one yet. And it would have been little use without ink, I fear."

He smiles.

"Eric Sture."

No fear, so no recognition. Or so he'll assume.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans forward a little, his smile growing. "Eventually, they're going to get around to putting ink in them too."

His own attire clearly marks him as from...well, no time Eric would be familiar with.

"Orpheus," he says in return, pulling out one of the earbuds and offering his hand.

Even if he knew what Eric was, there would be no fear. He's so very far beyond fearing death. Sometimes he even wishes for it.

[onceaviking]

"The marvels of the future," Eric says with a smaller smile as he returns the handshake.

His hand is strong and large and cold.

"Greek?"

And is this like the other Greek one, he met here. The one not a man any longer.

This place truly is strange.

[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing Broadsword on his harp, which gives the song an even more ancient feel than it normally has.

He looks up at Orpheus when he enters, and notices him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus does not, however, notice the Goth. He's rather involved in whatever it is he's listening to, occasionally making notes in a small book.

[ostro_goth]

There is a small grey cat though, thoroughly bored by his human's music, goes to investigate the other humans in the bar, and the things they're busy with. Like Orpheus and his notebook.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is pretty wrapped up in his notes, but when the cat comes by, he idly reaches up to scratch behind its ears.

[ostro_goth]

Oh, a human willing to give some attention to a cat! So the little grey cat rubs his head against Orpheus' hand, demanding more attention.

Teja, idly looking where his cats are while he is still playing, turns pale as he sees where Count got to.

[golden_lyre]

At the insistent nudging, Orpheus turns his attention a bit more toward the cat, smiling faintly. There's something familiar about this one, though he can't quite place why.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter hasn't been seeking out Milliways and when it finds her in the midst of some heavy weeding, she sighs and goes in. There's dirt up to her elbows, a few bits of green in her hair and her dress has soil on it from the knees down. She goes to the counter where Bar presents her with a cloth and a glass of wine.

After dusting her hands, she spots Orpheus and moves to sit beside him, she won't disturb him while he's listening, but she wishes him to know that she was wrong about Teja.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles when he sees her and turns off the samples he was listening to. Demeter definitely wins out over this ridiculous album.

And despite everything that's happened recently, he does seem more...relaxed and contented than he has. Possibly this has to do with him getting laid relatively frequently of late.

Possibly it has to do with something more.

Either way, he has an easy smile for her as he pulls out the earbuds. "My lady."

[wheatencrown]

It's good to see him smiling, "Orpheus, you look well. I'm glad."

[golden_lyre]

"I feel well," Orpheus answers with a soft laugh.

"You look like you've been gardening yourself."

[wheatencrown]

"I have been. Weeding always makes me feel better and keeps me from doing something that would cause trouble. Mainly keeping Teja from becoming a tree for being a presumptuous idiot who doesn't know how to listen."

[golden_lyre]

"You've spoken with him, then?" Orpheus asks. He's trying to put the matter behind him, but he does want to know what happened with the Goth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: Room for one more?]

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: Of course!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: :)]

A hand slides across Orpheus's back as Steve joins him, sitting on the stool next to him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus jumps a little at the touch. He'd been rather engrossed in his music. When he sees who it is, though, he smiles, quickly stopping the music and pulling out his earbuds.

"Hey."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hi."

Steve's been running. He's glowing (not literally) from it.

"What do those do?" he asks, pointing to the earbuds.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus thinks it's a good look on him.

"They're tiny speakers," Orpheus says, offering him one. "Want to hear?"