AU week -- multipup edition

[ostro_goth]

In the bar today, you find:

• a wind turbine engineer who had recently moonlighted as sea rescue volunteer, now carefully arranging a breakfast for two on a tray;
• a metal musician who walks in from the the door, followed by a grey cat, to sit down by the fireplace, order a craft beer, and start trying out cords on his guitar:
• a vampire in a long black coat, shielding himself from the sunlight by standing calmly in a dark corner;
• a biker in full leathers and cut-off vest, leaning against the bar with a beer and listening to the music;
• a dark-haired woman in ca. 1910 clothes, folding suffragette pamphlets at a table right next to the window, the sun warm on her hands;
• an FBI consultant who steps in from a hot and humid place that stinks of stagnant waters, and sighs with relief upon seeing Milliways.

They are all basically friendly and approachable people, even though you might want to be wary with the vampire.



[[OOC: Teja and Count are alive and don't live in Milliways; Hannibal is from this amazing fanfic. Please say in your tag whom you want, or you might get whoever is just logged in.]]

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[sunbaked_baker]

The hunter - her dark clothes freshly-laundered and no longer dirty or smelling of hard travel through swamps, her braided red hair clean at last and her boots not caked in the mud of the Vesperpool - looks up from organizing her rucksack contents at the Bar, to see the consultant entering from somewhere that smells quite familiar.

"Hey there, Dr. Lecter," Sunshine greets him with a pleasantly surprised smile. "It's been a long time."

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes, it has," Dr. Lecter says, approaching the bar. "I've been hard at work in muggy weather, in a flood that washes up old murder victims from their impromptu graves."

[sunbaked_baker]

As Saph tries again after dreamwidth ate her comment Sunshine grimaces in sympathy for the situation. "That's terrible, I'm sorry. I've been, well, trying to prevent similar situations in the wetlands around the Vesperpool," she says. Sunshine's accent is rural Midwest American, if anything, sharing similarities but quite distinct from the voices heard in the southern Louisiana swamps. "Anglers come from all over for the prime fishing, fish all day, then somehow all of them get the same shared madness, thinking they have time to squeeze in just one more catch before dusk, and then they're surprised when the daemons catch them on their way back to the haven."

And then whose responsibility does their safety become? Hers.

"It's keeping me on my toes, certainly. Where've they sent you off to, now? From what I could tell through the door, that didn't look or smell like your usual stomping grounds."

[cook_the_rude]

"Louisiana," Dr. Lecter says. "Southern, swampy country. Rather poor population, rural, some would say benighted. I do start seeing its charms."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Decent food at least?" She smiles, remembering his abilities in the kitchen. Sunshine is terribly jealous. Camp cooking is never the same as something made in a kitchen. "And interestingly not-benighted people?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Both," Dr. Lecter says. "An interestingly non-benighted former New Orleans policeman who cooks a mean jambalaya. He's also our guide in those swamps. Oh, and there are alligators of impressive size as well. Which are, actually, edible."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Sounds like a good time," She approves, having wondered before if the consultant ever got lonely, doing such grim work. "The Vesperpool has the alligators' probably-distant cousin the sahagin, all teeth and jaws pretending to be logs. Their livers are edible, and much prized in Lestallum restaurants."

Sunshine has long supplemented her work as a hunter with helping provide food to the people of Lestallum, especially since it has become a hub for refugees from the Crown City. If she is going to be out there in the wilds, saving people from monsters, she isn't about to let the edible and potentially useful bits of those monsters go to waste.

[cook_the_rude]

"You wouldn't happend to have such a liver at hand, on the other side of the door?" Dr. Lecter asks, curious. "You know I always like to try fantastic beasts and prehistoric megafauna."

[sunbaked_baker]

"I remember," Sunshine grins. "And as a matter of fact, shortly before the door here showed up I had harvested two sahagin livers."

And the hapless angler involved still has the use of both his legs. So it was a successful day.

"They're in the fridge in the kitchen here, if you'd want to have them. The traditional recipe from Lestallum also calls for tomatoes and hulldagh nutmeg, if I recall."

[coral_sandhu]

Coral gets her own guitar to play along with the metal musician.

[ostro_goth]

"You are doing very well," Teja says, while still playing. "I can tell you have been practising a lot."

[coral_sandhu]

"I know four chords now." Coral says. "Dad got me a smaller guitar and that helped, rather than playing his."

[ostro_goth]

"Are you having lessons?"

[coral_sandhu]

"Dad says I can start lessons if I practice every day for thirty days, same rule as Fry had."

[ostro_goth]

"And on which day are you now?"

[coral_sandhu]

Coral stops and gets her bullet journal out.

"Fifteen." She shows him how she's coloured in a block for each day.

[ostro_goth]

"You're doing quite well," Teja says. "Would you like me to show you a few more exercises that might be a little more challenging?"

game of thrones au is a go~

[electro_kinetic]

The knight in full (and very light) armor, though a somewhat strange style of it, is busy pulling off the heavier pieces at the bar, requesting they be kept for safekeeping. Among the last things off is a painted hard-leather mask that reveals her face to be feminine, and foreign. At least to the Westerosi people it is; her bright blue hair marks her as someone from the Free Cities, and Noriko rather likes it that way.

She's only had to beat some sense into a few men who approached her with the intent of doing something other than talking. (The coin she'll take. The rest of that transaction, not so much.)

Noriko had only just gotten a very large pitcher of ice water--a rare treat in the South--and sat down when Hannibal steps through. She offers him a cup, stamped and formed metal beginning to sweat with the temperature difference.

Re: game of thrones au is a go~

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh, thank you!" Hannibal says, accepting the cup and downing it all in one go. "I needed that. There is something about the murky heat of Louisiana that makes one very thirsty."

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko watches him, scooping back her short-shorn hair from her face. "I can only assume," she says, pouring herself a cup and drinking the water somewhat slower. And occasionally cooling a rising bruise on her cheekbone with the cold metal.

"Tourneys do the same thing, though I'm sure you get more quiet and fewer annoying lords and ladies in Louisiana." She'd be willing to bet on it; lately it's been the young (her age) lords who are by far the most testing of her patience, what with going on about how she'd look so much sweeter in the gowns of their countries, sitting in the throne rooms of their castles. Laying on the sheets of their beds in one particularly stupid boy's case.

"I pity all those idiots in heavy plate today."

[cook_the_rude]

"Well, that is true for any kind of expensive sport," Hannibal says. "Your tourneys are our car races; and those do happen in our world, if not in Louisiana itself."

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko snorts. "One day you will have to take me to see one of your 'car races'. They do sound interesting, though if you count it against knocking pretty boys off horses with blunted sticks anything is interesting."

She may have done this, though she's not strictly speaking very into the jousting portion of tournaments. She prefers melee, where her speed and her weaponry give her an advantage few possess.

[cook_the_rude]

"Knocking pretty boys off horses with blunted sticks might be quite entertaining at times," Hannibal muses.

[electro_kinetic]

"Not when they complain as much as they do," Noriko answers. "Loras is alright. Too interested in Renly to be interested in me, which is good. And he puts up a good fight."

But she still doesn't understand why all the girls flock around him.

[cook_the_rude]

"If they complain so much," Hannibal says, shaking his head, "the prettiness is void, anyway. Nothing is less attractive than whining."