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[2020sight]

Epimetheus has settled into a table. Feet up on the opposite chair? Check. Whiskey on the table? Check. Guitar in his lap? Check.

A certain un-invitation propped up on the table next to the whiskey, making him snicker every time he glances at it?

Double check.

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Nita also has a table and a drink, but in her case it's a pot of strong black tea. Her manual is open on the table; it's projecting, in silvery-blue lines, a 3D map of what looks like a series of mountain ranges and canyons. Nita is frowning in concentration -- and a little bemusement -- as the projection slowly pans along a particularly stark set of conical mountains.

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And last but not least, Carmela has laid claim to a stool at the Bar and ordered a drink that is bright purple, sparkly, and heavily frothed at the top.

She does have a tablet with her that's currently displaying a celebrity gossip website (the text is in no earthly language, but there's something about the formatting that's unmistakably reminiscent of Gawker, and it's just possible that one of the pictures in the article is of a much-loved British actor with great cheekbones). That's just there if she gets bored of people watching, though, and really, what are the odds of that?

[ooc: NaNoWriMo is over! Rejoice with me! Open 'till it scrolls, slowtimes are my favorite thing ever.]

Comments

[valiantrebel]

Harry Percy has an invitation too. He's just not entirely sure what to do with it. Where is Nyc? And what can "his best self" possibly comprise? It's not this goofy suit he's being forced to wear as he visits prospective wives, that's certain.

Which is why a familiar face might do the trick insofar as helping him to an answer. When he spots Nita, he starts striding right over, the invitation in hand, but he stops when he understands (or doesn't) what she's looking at on the table.

"By heaven! What can this mean -- is it witchery?"

(Okay, he may be teasing. He knows she's not a witch.)

[nita_callahan]

She looks up, blinking, and gives him a quick grin.

"Oh -- hey, Harry. It's only witchery in the loosest sense of the term."

[valiantrebel]

He leans on his elbows against the back of a chair.

"How may a thing be witchery only partway? Either it is or it isn't, such as these things are. Though I profess myself no expert," he adds, spreading his hands.

[nita_callahan]

"There's hardly anything this" -- she waves at the scrolling projection -- "is doing that can't be accomplished by technology when I come from."

[valiantrebel]

Harry takes another look at the not-entirely-witchy thing sitting in the middle of the table.

"I confess myself lost," he says cheerfully. "Does it much consume thee?"

[mnt_mike]

All was relatively quiet until a cry of "Freebird!" comes from the direction of Bar.

[2020sight]

Epimetheus shoots the yell a look, and then starts playing "Dueling Banjos."

[mnt_mike]

"You know the thing that's always bothered me about that song? It's not actually dueling banjos at all. One's always a guitar."

Lame sauce.
Lame sauce indeed.

[2020sight]

"Yeah, but 'Dueling Banjos Except One Is A Guitar' is a terrible song title."

[river_meimei]

River, passing by, pauses to give the snickering Epimetheus a dubious look.

(It's pretty affectionate, as dubiousness goes. Epimetheus is just a weirdo, that's all.)

[2020sight]

Epimetheus lights up.

"Stilts! Fancy seeing you here!"

[river_meimei]

"We'll call it shopping," River informs him.

You can tell how very urgent this errand is by the way she drifts over to Epimetheus's table to lean against one of the empty chairs and run absently exploratory fingers over the back.

"I found you."

[2020sight]

"Not always an easy thing to do," he says with a grin, putting his guitar aside and sitting up to lean his elbows on the table. "How you been, Stilts?"

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: I am heading right to bed, but placeholder?]

Orpheus hasn't run into Epimetheus here in a long while. He got the same invitation the last time he was at the bar, and while he wasn't specifically named, he knew exactly how unwelcome he was, and it rather amused him (and perhaps took away a bit of the sting) to know he wasn't the only one.

"So how did you get on her bad side?" he asks, leaning his own guitar against the table and helping himself to a seat.

[2020sight]

Epimetheus grins.

"Who, our lady Pandemos?"

[golden_lyre]

"The very same," Orpheus agrees.

[2020sight]

"She's afraid I'll bring a donkey to the party, like that one time."

[thefirststark]

Two things catch Howard's eye. The pretty young woman with the purple drink. And the future technology that seems to be some sort of television screen without the television. And much smaller.

"Good evening."

[i_grenfelz]

See? She knew she wouldn't get bored.

"Hey there."

[thefirststark]

"That's a very interesting device. Something from the future, if I don't miss my guess." He is charming, of course, even if he isn't trying too hard to turn on the charm.

He's also trying to place the accent.

[i_grenfelz]

New York, with the barest hint of Latin America.

"Depends. It's from my present."

[nepetaleijon]

Purple and sparkly! That drink is fascinating.

At least to one particular patron, who's leaning down from the rafters to get a closer look.

[i_grenfelz]

Color Carmela oblivious, as she lifts the glass and takes a sip.

Mmmmm. Frothy.

[nepetaleijon]

Nepeta leans out a little farther.

Just a liiiiiittle farthWHOA WHOA WHOA OVERBALANCING NOW --



There's a sound of rapid scrabbling from overhead, followed by a green blur plummeting down to land on the bartop a few feet away.

Nepeta rolls to a sitting position and proceeds to brush down her longcoat with appalling I-meant-to-do-that nonchalance.

[i_grenfelz]

"Kuso!"

Carmela jumps, barely not spilling her drink.

"--You okay there?"