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[buh_bye]

Death sat in a chair at the fireplace, on the coffee table in front of him a chess board was set up. He currently was nursing a soda that sat on a table to the right of the chair with a basket of fries. He watched the bar. Death is botherable.

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[skeleton_king]

"Who are you playing?" Jack asks, dropping down from the ceiling suddenly.

[buh_bye]

"Anyone who wants to play," said Death with s alight smile, "What were you doing in the rafters?"

[skeleton_king]

"Thinking." Jack says. "Not lurking, not at all."

[buh_bye]

"Why do I find that last statement somewhat false?" asked Death with a slight smile.

[skeleton_king]

"Fine, I was masturbating." Jack says.

He wasn't.

[buh_bye]

"... You are quite dead," said Death, "I would wonder how that would be possible."

He offered the skeleton a bottle of beer, "Join me?"

[skeleton_king]

"Well if you will insist on asking a silly question." Jack says, sitting opposite him, and accepting the beer.

"Thank you. I am Jack, the Pumpkin King."

[buh_bye]

"Nice to meet you, Jack," said Death, "I am Death."

He took a pull from his beer.

[skeleton_king]

"You are the Death of Humans?" Jack asks.

[sunbaked_baker]

There's a red-head dressed in bright colors making her way around the bar with a tray of various baked goods, selling them to patrons who might be interested in something sweet to go with their drink, or their meal. She eventually makes it to the area nearest the fireplace, offering the man there a smile.

His shadows might be impossible for her Dark Sight to parse, but that sort of thing hasn't stopped her before.

"Good evening!" Sunshine greets the man in the tall chair by the fireplace, coming over with her tray. "Care for something from the tray?"

The tray she offers bears cinnamon rolls roughly the size of human skulls; a trio of moist chocolate cake squares dotted with white chocolate chips and pecans, topped with ginger fudge icing and crushed pistachios and the occasional fleck of sea salt; gooey lemon-strawberry bars like sin dusted with the a veneer of powdered sugar purity; sliced spirals of rich chocolate cake and hazelnut icing; a semi-circle of long, low slices of dense chocolate cake like wedges of pure darkness; a trio of bite-sized flaky pastries like miniature meteor craters, with caramel and almond filling; and two single-serving sized oval pastry dishes with a light, unassuming pastry crust lying even with its upper rim, hiding anything that might be below.

She points them all out in sequence, naming them: "There are cinnamon rolls as big as your head, Primordial Sin cake, Lemon Lechery; Killer Zebras; Bitter Chocolate Death; Caramel Cataclysms, and the Death of Marat."

[buh_bye]

"One of each," said Death with a small smile while he dug through a jacket pocket, "You are welcome to join me, if you like."

Just because he is Death, doesn't mean he is evil. He is an integral part of the balance of nature, at least in his own world.

[sunbaked_baker]

"I would be glad to. Most of what I made today has been sold, so I don't have to worry about them going to waste," she smiles at him, setting down the tray so she might plate up one of each of the goodies it holds. Due to the size, it'll take at least two plates.

The first she sets down holds the dark wedge of Bitter Chocolate Death, the enticingly bright Lemon Lechery, the simultaneously crisp and gooey Caramel Cataclysm, and one of the light and dark Killer Zebras. The second holds the square of Primordial Sin cake, the tublike Death of Marat pastry, and the rather humongous cinnamon roll, still gooey and warm.

"Just don't ask me to play chess," Sunshine warns with a friendly grin. "I'm hopeless at it."

[buh_bye]

He offered her a soda to pair with the sweets.

"So, do you bake all of the time?" he asked.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Ooh, thank you," she smiles, accepting the drink. "I'm a baker back home, so it's how I pay my room and board here, too."

No hope of paying bills, groceries, gas, rent, and such in one's own world and food and rent at the end of the universe on one baker's salary.

"Sunshine's Special Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head have helped put Charlie's Coffeehouse on the map," she adds, with a light tinge of pride.

[buh_bye]

Death plunged a fork into the roll on the table in front of him. He chewed thoughtfully.

"They are quite good," he said, "I sense magic about you."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae's eyebrows rise slightly, though her smile is still there. "Glad you like them."

"I'm a magic-handler too, actually, though none of that gets near my baking." People in her world don't like magic getting near their food. And she tends to keep the most of her scars hidden as well as she can, when working in her bakery.

"My name is Rae. Rae Seddon, though most of my friends call me Sunshine."

[buh_bye]

"Sunshine suits you," he said, "Tell me of your world."

He continued to eat.

[i_am_your_host]

The old man looks like Death himself, observes the Master of Ceremonies from a nearby table, wreathed in cigarette smoke and a haze of gin.

[buh_bye]

Death noticed the man observing him from his smoke wreath. There was a nod.

[i_am_your_host]

There is a nod in return, and a slow exhalation of smoke.

"I am not very good at chess, but if you promise not to kill me too viciously, I may be persuaded to play."

There is also a smirk.

[buh_bye]

"Would you like to wager?" asked Death. He wasn't planning on killing anyone, but he might be persuaded to buy someone dinner.

[i_am_your_host]

"I am not much of a betting man either, as I have nothing to risk. However, I am not against a guarantee of a good conversation, if it so pleases you."

[buh_bye]

"Conversation is welcome," said Death, "What do I call you?"

He was intrigued that he didn't know this man's name, which confused him.

[i_am_your_host]

He gets up and approaches, his movements languid and wraith-like, his skin pale against the black of his leather coat. But he is only human.

"I am the Master of Ceremonies," he says with a small bow and smile, before settling into an armchair on the opposite side of the chess board. "But everyone calls me Emcee."

[buh_bye]

That is why it was so confusing, his name was a title.

"And why do they call you that?" asked Death.