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[golden_lyre]

So…this happened.

And three days later there's a fully grown, fully dressed musician in the trilobite tank.

He pulls himself out, sputtering a bit and grumbling audibly but indistinctly under his breath as he drips his sodden way to the bar.

“Please tell me she left it with you.”

His hand snatches out to grab the guitar the second it appears, and a certain amount of tension drains from his shoulders as he does.

“Thank you.”

A beat, and then.

"Can I get a towel?"

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[ostro_goth]

Teja had liked him much better as a sea cucumber. He had been wondering, upon occasion, what the new creature in the tank even was.

However, this might have been foul play.

So he wanders over, loath as he is to speak with Orpheus as a rule.

"Greetings," he says. "Why were you that creature that graced the tank for the last few days?"

[golden_lyre]

No more loath than Orpheus is to speak with him.

He glances over at the Goth as he wipes his face with the towel he was given.

"I needed a vacation."

[ostro_goth]

"It did not happen against your will?" Teja enquires.

That is all he wants to know. He's grown wary about magic applied to patrons against their will, by other patrons.

[golden_lyre]

"I have no complaints about the situation."

He's not about to rat out Aphrodite. That's just asking for trouble.

[ostro_goth]

"Was it one of Lily Kane's scientific experiments?" Teja asks.

Like the one that changed Charles Xavier -- he had no complaint, either.

[golden_lyre]

"I've never met her," Orpheus says honestly.

[ostro_goth]

"Huh," Teja says. "Whoever it was, if you were being that interesting, oddly shaped" -- he will not say shaped like what, or comment on its fittingness -- "creature in the tank by your own free will, then it is none of my business."

[golden_lyre]

"It is none of your business because I have no complaint, though I know that means very little to you."

[ostro_goth]

"I do not wish to argue with you again," Teja says. "My personal opinion is not called upon, so I shall not speak my mind on anything now."

He liked Orpheus much better as a sea cucumber.

"And with that, I leave you to it," he adds, nods politely, and walks away.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't see the emergence, but he does pick up on Orpheus suddenly being in the Bar. It's a vampire thing.

And just as suddenly, Eric is there as well.

"Why are you wet?"

[golden_lyre]

"I've been studying aquatic life," Orpheus says dryly.

[onceaviking]

"Was the study satisfying?" Eric asks, leaning against the counter.

"You ought to drink something warm."

[golden_lyre]

"Not terribly, no."

He laughs a bit at the suggestion. "Should I? You're probably right."

[onceaviking]

"Warm mead? It tends to work."

Not mulled wine. Mead is stronger and, in Eric's opinion, it tastes better too. All spicy and sweet from the honey.

[golden_lyre]

"Sounds good," Orpheus says. It's been a long time since he had that.

[onceaviking]

Eric orders mead for Orpheus and blood for himself.

The mead arrives in a ceramic mug, steaming.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus picks it up with a smile. "Thank you," he says, and pours out a couple drops onto the bartop before taking a sip.

[onceaviking]

"Shouldn't it go in the fire?" Eric asks. That's where his people use to pour their drink offerings.

Or onto the ground.

[golden_lyre]

"The fire is a ways away," Orpheus points out. "And I think it's more likely to get where it needs to be on the bar than the ground."

Apollo hasn't complained, at least. Or Demeter.

Or Aphrodite for that matter. Not about his offerings.

[onceaviking]

Eric shrugs. "I have little use for gods myself."

And his own offerings fall where they may. Or spatters more like.

[golden_lyre]

"I have nothing without them," Orpheus says.

And he has always, always been pious.

[onceaviking]

"When I lay dying, they were not the ones who came," Eric replies and takes a sip of blood.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs. "They may not even exist in your world."



[ooc: Bedtime for me. :)]

[onceaviking]

"If they do, they are of no concern to me," Eric repeats. "Is the drink to your liking?"

It smells like the kind he used to like. Sweet, warming, and potent.

[golden_lyre]

"If they did, they'd be of concern to everyone," Orpheus points out.

"The drink is excellent, of course. It always is here."

[onceaviking]

"If they do, they clearly have no interest in lives besides their own - and so they are of no concern to me," Eric says - and then he changes the topic.

"You have been busy?"

[golden_lyre]

"I have, yes," Orpheus says, nodding.

[onceaviking]

"Are you busy now?"

It's not exactly subtle. On the other hand, Eric rarely tries to be, unless he can see an advantage. And what would it be here?

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus glances down at his sodden clothing. "I was going to go change and see about drying off."

[onceaviking]

"That might be a good idea," Eric concedes and adds, with the air of someone who couldn't care less even if he tried, "We wouldn't want you to catch a cold."

ooc

[onceaviking]

(end here and meet again in your next ep?)

Re: ooc

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: Sounds good! I'll be heading to bed in just a bit here, but I can probably manage one tag. :)]

[filemyclaim]

There's a soft, musical giggle coming from nearby.

She's never seen him in such a vulnerable position - the effect's quite amusing.

"You can, honey, but it might cost you," she catcalls.

[golden_lyre]

The glare he usually gives her? The one that's born of pure annoyance? This is not that glare. This one is much more dangerous.

"I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully, though I know you have trouble with that. Today is not a day to get on my last nerve, and I've no desire for either of us to go through the trouble it would cause if you do. So if you value either your sanity or mine, I suggest you walk away now."

[filemyclaim]

Sigh. Men.

"You know," she declares, "I never did mean you harm."

And she does turn to walk away.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus mutters something along the lines of, "Then you should learn to keep your idiotic opinions to yourself."

[filemyclaim]

Dixie rolls her eyes as she opens her door. "Idiotic's in the eye of the beholder." Never call someone as self-assured as Dixie is stupid - she'd never believe it.

[golden_lyre]

As far as Orpheus is concerned, anyone who can hear his music and not appreciate it is an idiot and deserves to be told so.

Repeatedly.

That she can't see that only strengthens this opinion of her.

[filemyclaim]

She'd say that music's the food that feeds the soul - even those of us who weren't bred listening to the Gods fiddle about.

But maybe they'll make music together one day.

Maybe...