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[i_am_your_host]

[Millitimed to after meeting Jim/Gethin and going up to Sinric's room (thread still in progress).]

Eli Gold comes downstairs into the bar.

That's right. Eli Gold.

He moves with a purposeful stride as if used to people getting out of his way. He's wearing a trim, navy blue suit and a red power tie with polished black shoes. His hair is neatly slicked back. Not strand or a seam out of place, and not a trace of good humor on his face.

He's annoyed, really. But when is he not annoyed. And irritated. And just--ugh, this is not a good day.

"Scotch," he snaps at the Bar.

And then he sneezes into a handkerchief.

A cup of tea appears instead. Eli stares at it. Unamused.

"Does it at least have scotch in it?"

A napkin appears: No

Eli huffs a sigh. "You're lucky I can't write a negative Yelp review," he mutters before accepting the scotch-free tea and taking a sip.

Anyone who overhears him will notice a clipped, American accent where a German one should be.


[ooc: Last of the IMDb flu? April Fool's joke? You decide!]

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[onceaviking]

Eric spots Emcee and walks over to him, looking first a little relieved (he doesn't like being on his own) and then gradually more and more uncertain.

It's like that guy who clearly wasn't Jim but looked like him.

Off.

Wrong.

[i_am_your_host]

As Eli sips his tea, out of the corner of his eye, he spots a large blond man approaching him. He's...really hard to not notice. But then he sort of hovers without saying anything and looking uncertain, and if there's one thing Eli hates it's uncertain hovering.

"Yes?" he says, annoyed.

[onceaviking]

Eric blinks at him.
Uncertainly.

"Ehm," he says.
"Hi?"

And then, even more hesitantly, "Emcee?"

[i_am_your_host]

Eli blinks at him.

"Nope, wrong guy," he replies shortly.

(Of course, a vampire's senses will say otherwise.

"Who are you?"

[onceaviking]

It's dizzying.
His scent is, well, his. But everything else. The way he talks. Moves.

"Eric. Eric Northman."

He is wearing bluejeans and a t-shirt. Mussy hair. Apologetic shoulders.

[i_am_your_host]

Eli appraisingly looks him up and down. It's a long way up and down. He's like a Disney prince on steroids and probably just as airheaded.

"Eli Gold," he says, clearly American, as he offers a hand to shake.

[onceaviking]

He sounds so wrong.
But Eric takes the offered hand and shakes it.

His grip is firm (and you can feel the strength, just on the otherwise of that grip) and cold.
Really cold.

[i_am_your_host]

As soon as they clasp hands, Eli's eyes go wide at how cold Eric's skin is. How he could probably crush his fingers if he wanted to.

And something, something deep inside him, at the back of his mind, stirs as if trying to wake from hibernation.

--He then realizes that he's held Eric's hand for an awkward second too long. He quickly lets go.

"Well, then! So how do you know this-- Emcee?"

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's been staying in Milliways until Yamato's back to himself and trying to be awake during the day, which sucks, but then he'll be awake when Yamato is. At the counter, he's eating pancakes when Emcee/Eli comes down and tries to not stare, he looks good but weird, "Have you had tea with Scotch in it?"

His disguise is down and he's in jeans and a t-shirt with Japanese on it, he stole it from Yamato's room.

[i_am_your_host]

At the unsolicited question, Eli pauses his tea-sipping arches an eyebrow, turning to look at the boy. With elf ears.

Quentin isn't the only one staring now, and with no sense of recognition.

"--No, I just wanted something stronger. Apparently the Bar thought I needed tea more."

[heatherandsteel]

He sighs, Emcee's been hit by this, "Probably because you're sick."

[i_am_your_host]

"It's just a little cold," he insists, his tone short and annoyed, as he takes out a handkerchief and dabs at his nose. "And don't sigh at me, young man, it's so stereotypically juvenile."

[heatherandsteel]

"Its a good sound and works because this magic sickness is awful," Quentin gives him a look, the suit looks nice but this is really snooty for anyone.

[i_am_your_host]

Eli just squints at him. Dealing with teenagers isn't his best forte.

"Oh, don't be melodramatic, it's just a bug that's going around, which, yes, is annoying, but if people would just wash their hands and cover their mouths when they cough and sneeze, this probably would've never happened. Why aren't you sick?"

[heatherandsteel]

"But being melodramatic is fun and something we usually both agree one. I was briefly but I'm not mortal and things don't bother me as much."

[i_am_your_host]

More squinting with a dose of eyebrow arching.

"We? Who is 'we'? Do we know each other?"

[runningred]

Jay comes in from outside, shaking off his helmet. He spots Emcee. Then double-takes. "Eli?"

[i_am_your_host]

For some reason it doesn't occur to Eli that someone would recognize him here. He just hasn't given the possibility any thought. But when he hears his name called, it's as if he's yanked into another reality, one where he...remembers things that are half his memories, half someone else's.

"Yes," he says, a short, formal reply.

"You're--"

And then he falters. He does recognize him, but he has to wrack his brain. He's only good with names if they're attached to a suit and a title.

"--the guy who did me a favor that one time."

[runningred]

"Jay." He offers, supplying the missing memory. "How are you feeling?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Fine," he replies immediately, almost snappishly because inquiries on his health are becoming annoying, but he softens just a tad. "Really. I'm fine. I know what's going on, so there's no need to haul me off to the infirmary."

[runningred]

Jay holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "I won't have gone that far last time of it hadn't been necessary."

He cocks his head. "You look like you've been having awkward conversations?"

[i_am_your_host]

He only purses his lips in a stern line and arches an eyebrow and sips his tea at that. From what he remembers, it was very undignified.

"I sure have," he mutters. And then he hesitates before admitting in a low voice, "I woke up like this in someone else's bed."

[runningred]

Jay huffs a worried sigh. "Please tell me it wasn't a six foot Viking Adonis?" Eli around a confused Eric is not a good combination.

[i_am_your_host]

Eli 's his eyes, looking horrified.

"What-?! No, it was-"

And now he withers into uncertainty and awkwardness. Awkward is truly the feeling of the day.

"--this little blond --eunuch. Or- I don't know what the politically correct term is for him, but-- yeah."

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh dear," comments the gentleman who emerges from the kitchen door.

Eli might remember him from last year.

"Doesn't she know that scotch helps wonderfully with colds?"