First EP

[wayward_sun]

With the fish back where they belong, mostly, things have returned to normal in Milliways.

(For certain values of normal anyway).

The door opens. A soft light filters through. A little while passes.

Then someone calls from the other side of the door.
"Maze? Maze? Why have you left - Oh, I'll just go and shut it myself, shall I?"

There's some good natured grumbling atop the rap of footsteps and then a man pokes his head through the door.
"Well, I'll be damned," he says, looking first with puzzlement and then growing delight at the sight before him.

He turns his head. "Maze. There's a portal in my bedroom closet. Did you put it there?"

And then he impulsively steps through without waiting for an answer.

Wearing an expensive, tailored suit, handsewn shoes, and an amused smile he saunteres up to the Bar, and raps the surface with a knuckle.

"Barkeep?"

Someone might want to fill in the devilishly handsome fellow?

{ooc: meet Lucifer Morningstar, the actual devil, from the TV Show bearing his name. He's very friendly and will behave. Probably. Kinda. He's not good with human conventions but he smiles a lot}

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has drunk all the margaritas and he really should be heading back through his door, but there is a very distracting distraction in the form of this tall, dark, and handsome newcomer. Newcomer, as evidenced by his expecting there to be a bartender.

"You'll get a drink quicker if you simply ask for one, mein Herr."

He slides onto the nearest stool and leans back against the bar on his elbows. He's still wearing the tank top that says Delicious in hot pink, and luckily he's touched up his plum-colored lipstick.

[ooc: :D!!!]

[wayward_sun]

The man turns and beams at him.
"Really? Is it some sort of - voice controlled self service bar?"

That sounds so clever.

There is something about his smile. Affable, yes, but also with a hint of something -white knuckled.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, even better. She's sentient. And magical."

Emcee can't quite place what it is about the man's smile but the subtle intensity of it makes him tingle.

"Go on, ask her for any drink you could possibly want. The first one is on the house."

[wayward_sun]

"Really? How convenient. And generous. Well, in that case - a glass of your best single malt then if you please, magic bar."

The drink appears and he looks at Emcee with twinkling eyes, before taking a sip.

His joy in the experience is rather infectious.

"I am impressed. Is the selection always top notch? Oh - and a bowl of salted peanuts as well, magic bar."

They appear and he takes a sip with visible pleasure.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is not coy about how he eyes the man up and down in a very observant and appreciative way.

"She knows her customers' tastes and serves them accordingly," he says. He could be saying the same about himself.

"What's your name, stranger?"

[cook_the_rude]

A door somewhere behind the bar opens, and a gentleman in an expensive shirt and plaid waistcoat (no tie, no jacket) steps through from what seems to be a large professional kitchen, with a fully laden breakfast tray.

"Good morning," he says. "There's no barkeep on duty; just ask the bar or some of the rats that run around. They're waitrats."


[[OOC: Lucifer Morningstar!! I love that show!]]

[wayward_sun]

"Rats? Well, I guess getting quality staff is always an issue. Is there a drinks card?"

He looks around, seemingly unfazed by rats. And the fact that others are about to have breakfast.

His accent is posh and his whole manner effusive.

[cook_the_rude]

"No, there isn't," the gentleman with the breakfast tray says. "You can order whatever you like, and will get it. Beware of the Atlantean, though; it is very powerful."

[wayward_sun]

"Whatever I like? Hmm, intriguing concept. Well, a Talisker then. A 1994?"

A whiskey tumbler appears on the counter. The man takes a sip and smiles.

"Perfect. Can I get the whole bottle?"
The bottle appears next to the glass.

His smile widens.

"Does the magic counter top accept U.S. dollars, do you think?"

[thewidewideworld]

There's a pretty blonde sitting at the piano, playing one of Bach's simpler pieces. He has no sheet music, mostly playing by feel and memory.

He smiles at the new comer and nods a greeting. "You need only ask, Lady Bar will provide."

[wayward_sun]

"A lady is it? Good, I normally get aling swimmingly with those," the man says before heading over.

"That's a nice piano. And well played by the way."

[thewidewideworld]

"She is a gentle soul who cares for many. But can be mischievous if crossed."

He gives the newcomer a bow of thanks. "I prefer the harpsichord but I do enjoy the piano, even if I'm still learning."

[wayward_sun]

"I've never been one for the harpischord. Too - harp-like."

He smiles widely.

"Are you a regular here? "

Because if he is he.mught be able to explain the hows and whys.

[cutting_edgex23]

A slim woman, green-eyed, black haired, and dressed all in black, slips up to the bar next to him.

"It is better just to say hello. Not to tap Bar."

[ooc: I know this is late, but Lucifer!! I can delete if you are finished with this post, and hit him up another time.]

[wayward_sun]

He half-turns, looking slightly confused.
"So - I should ask for my order? Alright. Can I have a whiskey, please? Top shelf, no ice."

The whiskey appears and he gives her a delighted grin.

"That was clever. How do they do that?"


{ooc: this is fine :) }

[cutting_edgex23]

"Magic."

X does not smile.

"Bar is sentient. And she is nice."

Beat.

"You can order most things, from all realities. Not weapons. Or disease vectors."

A second, longer pause.

"Or living things."

[wayward_sun]

"Not to worry. I'll just stick to booze then," he replies cheerfully.

"I'm Lucifer Morningstar by the way. Yes, the real one. Nice to meet you."

[buh_bye]

Death is sitting on a stool at the bar as a cheese and chile covered burrito appears on her surface.

"There is no barkeep today," he says quietly not even looking at the other supernatural, "She's sentient."

This one is interesting, he wonders if this Lucifer is as arrogant as his.

[wayward_sun]

"Really?" Lucifer replies. "That's clever. Saves on staff."

The angel of death is his sister so the pale guy doesn't register as anyone he ought to recognize.

[buh_bye]

"Oh there are plenty of staff," says Death, "But Bar does her job quite well."

Coming from Death that is high praise indeed.

It's not like he's hiding, if Lucifer has the ability, he might even see Death's true form.... which is a far cry from the pale skinny guy in the nice suit.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer looks over at him - and stops.

And then he says,"What is this place?" sounding far less benignly amused this time.

[electro_kinetic]

"Yeah, you're gonna be waiting a while for that," says one short blue-haired twenty-year-old, in the process of collecting a box of koala cookies and a boba tea from the bartop.

She's nowhere near as dressed up as this dude is, being herself casual in jeans and a belly-baring tee shirt (that ironically reads I Don't Believe In Humans printed around the alien head on it), toying with the ends of her necklace. "Just ask for what you want, it'll show up."

[wayward_sun]

He turns and look at her, smiling.
"Really? Whatever I want?"

That's familiar territory.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko meets that smile with a fairly bland look, eyebrow lifted: guys that smile like that at random women in bars never mean something good.

"I mean, if what you want is a Thai hooker with coke-dusted nipples you'll probably be waiting again, but in the realm of bar drinks or food, you should be fine."

[wayward_sun]

"Oh," he says. "Okay. So no people. A really good whiskey then."

Addressing the bar this time and lo and behold - it appears.

"Not bad," he exclaims after taking a sip. "Can I have the bottle?"