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[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus is sober.

Holy hell, does it suck. It wasn't his idea, not by a long shot, but turns out when they put you in mandatory rehab, it's kinda a major side-effect. Main-effect? Something like that. And then he gets out and his favorite dealer is currently behind bars, his second-favorite dealer is dead, and his third-favorite is a dick and won't give him anything without moola and that's kind of the point, how is he supposed to focus on anything while being sober?

This sucks.

So when Klaus gets re-routed on his way to try and find his fourth-favorite dealer who he knows is open to trade, he has a few things to say about it. The door might get kicked when it refuses to budge open.

Honestly, he probably did more damage to his foot than the door, but he's beyond caring about that. In a huff, he snags a bottle of vodka from behind the bar and drops as sulkily as possible into one of the armchairs by the fire.

"Oh shut up, no one was talking to you." Klaus hisses at the space between the fireplace and the trilobite tank.

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[starrydome]

The hiss draws the attention of a passing figure who stops and looks at Klaus with a questioningly raised eyebrow.

He wasn't saying anything so it may not have been directed at him.

Still -

He is very tall with dark hair that flows (seriously, that's the only way to describe it) down his back.

His face is noble and kind, his eyes lit from within by the light of ancient stars.

It's hard to guess his age as he stands there, a dark blue robe falling from his broad shoulders to the ground in statuesque folds.

"I'm sorry?"

He sounds vaguely British, but there's a lilt to his words.

[skyhigh_seance]

... Klaus actually questions, for a moment, if he is high after all.

But then the asshole by the fireplace has to speak up and ruin it, so yeah, sober. Doesn't explain why this guy who looks like he walked out of an anime is standing in front of him, but... yeah. Sober.

Klaus throws the cap of the vodka bottle at the same spot he told to shut up a minute before because some people don't listen.

"What about?" Klaus asks, before downing the largest mouthful of vodka he can manage in one go.

[starrydome]

Ah.

"Nothing," Elrond replies with a small smile.
"I thought you were talking to me."

And not someone - not there.

[skyhigh_seance]

"No, I mean, you're fine." Klaus agrees, "More than fine, great, definitely..." He squints, because... damn, still sober? Definitely sober. "How is your hair doing that?"

[starrydome]

"My hair?"

Elrond is not quite sure exactly what his hair is doing that makes the Man question it so.

"I - recently brushed it?"

[skyhigh_seance]

You don't see hair like that outside Pantene commercials. You just don't.

"I mean, I was going to go with 'sold your soul to one of the eldrich gods, but... sure. Brushing." Klaus is pretty sure he doesn't believe that, but he has manic curls that haven't ever behaved without massive amounts of pomade so... what does he know?

[starrydome]

"Ah. My world does not have gods. Exactly."

Feeling on surer ground here.
It's Milliways. People come from all sorts of strange worlds.

[cottoncandypink]

It was relatively quiet until this guy burst in with his tantrum. Something Wilford's familiar enough with to easily ignore, until the guy starts talking to someone in particular.

"Nobody said anything," he says from the bar.

He's got his lunch getting cold, while he pays more attention to an expensive-looking laptop, and the word processor running on it.

With his back turned still, the pink moustache probably isn't noticeable yet.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus is... very, very used to this. He's been hearing a variation on it since before puberty.

He ignores Wilford entirely.

And throws the cap of his vodka at the same spot he just complained at because some people are just crap at taking direction and no one wants to hear it.

Ugh.

Also, surprise surprise, the vodka is kinda shitty.

[cottoncandypink]

"They keep the good stuff under the counter," Wilford says, still tapping away at his laptop. "Cheap shit's on display so people steal that instead."

It's almost like he steals booze from the bar on the regular.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Good to know." Obviously he's still going to drink the vodka, because it's here and open and you know, probably not actually toxic.

[cottoncandypink]

That's a bold assumption in a place like this. Wilford has personally nearly killed someone with something he found behind the bar.

Finally, Wilford looks up. The guy looks rough. Wilford's definitely been there.

"Dry spell, or something else?" he asks.

There's no way this guy isn't on something.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Mandatory rehab." Klaus reports, because yeah, he knows he looks like shit. He still feels like shit. Less like shit than, say, three weeks ago, but... yeah.

It's been fun.

[abyssum_invocat]

"There's no one there," Sinthia says--or, well, close enough to it. It's a long story. She doesn't want to talk out loud much to begin with, and things have happened that haven't increased that desire.

She looks dubiously between Klaus and where he's hissing at, book laid open neatly on her lap on one of the unoccupied armchairs. "Who are you talking to?"

[skyhigh_seance]

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

Klaus jumps near-out of his skin, carefully cradling his bottle of vodka despite startling like a frightened deer. He's well-used to hearing things other people can't, but so far they've all been voices distinctly outside his head.

He is way too sober for this shit.

[abyssum_invocat]

"Please don't be scared," comes the voice again, and it's distinctly a young child's voice that looks like it could match the girl sitting in the other chair, shoes dangling. Sinthia is very tired of frightening people when she just doesn't want to talk out loud.

"I just like talking this way better," she says slowly, once Klaus has at least looked in her direction. "It's quieter." And it takes far less effort than trying to calm the jittery nerves that always result from conversing normally.

[skyhigh_seance]

"No, no, hearing little girls talking in your head is never creepy. At all." He assures her in over-exaggerated tones because yes, yes, it is creepy, there's a reason it's an overplayed trope in supernatural movies, come on now.

"Like, ever. And no, I don't want to play a game. Just in case you were going to ask."

He manages to get to top off of the vodka, and for good measure throws it at screechy in the corner because damn, give it a rest, huh?

For once, he's glad Ben isn't here. He'd never live that down.

[abyssum_invocat]

To be fair, she's from nineteen forty-two. Supernatural movies are not a thing she's been introduced to yet.

"I wasn't going to ask you to play a game," she continues, watching him throw the bottlecap. (She may retrieve that later. Not because she wants to be creepy, she's just used to being overly tidy.) It takes a while longer for her to muster up the desire to make actual sound to keep going, and when she does her voice clearly matches the telepathic one, albeit much quieter. She's not unclear, not mumbling, just very very soft.

"My name is Sinthia. I just wanted to know who you were talking to."

[skyhigh_seance]

"Oh, I'm just talking to you." Klaus... doesn't know what the hell to do with a child. People don't let children near him, on the regular. He just figures 'Don't Be A Hargreeves' is a decent enough guideline, but... well. What he knows about normal childcare could be written on the blank space of a prescription label.

Christ, this is going to go so badly.

"Well, now, I mean, before I was hearing you and freaking out, which... yeah. That happened."

[ostro_goth]

[[OOC: Hope I'm not too late.]]

A small black cat saunters out from behind the trilobite tank and gives Klaus a Look.

[skyhigh_seance]

(OOC: Never! :D)

Klaus manages to get the cap off his vodka, flinging it at the same spot he grumbled at. The cat gets a Look back, because you just never know with cats, right?

[ostro_goth]

The cat pounces on the vodka cap and starts batting it around with abandon, like a small furry soccer player.

She ends up right between Klaus' feet, and looks up at him almost expectantly.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus pulls up his feet to sit cross-legged on the chair, leaning forward a little to address the cat.

After all, there was a lizard as a patron.

"No, I don't care about littering. You can have that if you want - I don't." He informs the cat.

[ostro_goth]

The cat carefully deposits the vodka cap between Klaus' knees and looks at him, head tilted.

[skyhigh_seance]

"I mean, leave it if you want to." Klaus shrugs, leaning back to settle into the chair.

The vodka tastes positively foul, but he swallows a mouthful anyway, wincing.