[ action | OPEN ] I was hung from a tree made of tongues of the weak...

[black_black_heart]

Who: Tannusen and/or whoever!
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust (Please read that link if you're gonna tag in!)
What: A general Velvet Lust catch-all post for June. Back-tagging in the future, and back-dating now or later are both fine. And continuing your threads in old VL posts is also fine!
Warnings: Will add as/if needed.

🌟 OTAs, and closed threads between people who aren't Tannusen are also welcome!
(Please note it in your subject line, so I don't barge in!)
There are rules! And there are enforcers. Characters (or NPCs!) who step out of line will be removed from the premises.

A. [OPEN - obligatory Tannusen prompt!]

It was night-time, and Velvet Lust was open for business. Tannusen could be found either at the bar downstairs, sitting on one of the stools instead of helping pour drinks, or upstairs at that bar trading commentary with the snarky bartender on duty. Either way, he was drinking tea.

His suit this evening was white with black patterning on the suit itself and the waistcoat, a black shirt, and red tie with skulls and crossbones on it. He looked especially tired now, in person, and his right hand was scarred with fresh burns that looped up and vanished into the sleeve of his suit. To those sensitive to the soul, his wasn't doing much better at present than a broken pane of glass.

B. [OTA - the Lil prompt!]

Upon the downstairs bar sat a small, ornate ball on a folded bit of cloth to keep it from rolling, its top half opened like flower petals and a colorful, six-inch tall hologram of a six-winged angel projecting from it. Its cheerful voice could be heard from a distance away, despite how tiny it was! (Note: This NPC is played by Squid! Here's an OTA!)

C. [OTA or LOCKED - backdated: that week when Tannusen was strangely absent...]

Backdated: With Wade officially in charge of the bar, things were sure to be interesting during that week at the end of May when Tannusen was off in recovery. When the cat's away...? Can be before opening hours or during, depending on who and what is involved!

D. [OTA or LOCKED - choose your own adventure!]

Of course, plenty of patrons came to Velvet Lust without intending to seek out the proprietor of the place. Whether to meet up with friends or just to chat up anyone they ran into, or perhaps to just linger outside for one reason or another...

E. [LOCKED - current Velvet Lust staffers!]

Before the bar opened for the night, Tannusen could be found on either floor of the establishment. Stocking things, fixing something, or... even lounging around as a tiger. Staff were always allowed to come and go for several hours before opening time.

Comments

A)

[forgottheoffbutton]

Looking for a job was a complex venture when one was trying to find multiple jobs. Money was needed and Flug was not going to be allowed to take things slowly. Fortunately for the bag man, he knew he could operate well on two to three hours of sleep each night. This left roughly twenty hours for working and one hour for travel time. Three part time jobs could fit in that time allowed. Flug found the Velvet Lust and walked inside. He found the lights and music far more loud than he liked. He quickly moved along the wall and tried to not look anyone in the eye. He asked around to find the owner. He moved toward Tannusen at the bar downstairs. Flug made sure to flatten his lab coat and straightened his goggles. He cleared his throat.

"E-Excuse me, sir. May I have a moment?" He asked using his normal voice.

[black_black_heart]

Downstairs on the ground floor was pretty quiet, at least, and the lighting was kinder. It was a very different atmosphere than the constant party upstairs. And Tannusen was easy to spot with a cursory description; platinum blond wasn't a super common hair color on men, especially natural, and the pointed ears were pretty abnormal around here as well. Mix the two and add a nice suit, and the proprietor was easy to identify.

He glanced over at Flug after the man spoke. 'Sir', was it? Must be something official, then.

"I suppose so," Tannusen gestured at the empty stool next to his at the bar. The Faerie didn't even seem to register that he was talking to someone wearing a paper bag over his head; he saw weirder shit constantly. For all he knew, this was just the guy's Chimerical Seeming and everyone else saw a normal face instead.

[forgottheoffbutton]

Flug moved and climbed onto the offered stool. He looked down at the bar and tapped his gloved fingers against the finished wood. He had been here before with Deadpool but it was a lot less lively when. This many people made him uncomfortable. He could feel his heart racing now and his stomach tried to flip. He swallowed and turned to face the man Tannusen. He could do this. He was more than qualified. He needed a job and he needed the money more. "Thank you, sir. M-My name is Dr. Flug. I...am acquainted with Deadpool. ...I would like to work for you, sir." He said it. The hardest part was over and he let out a soft sigh. Now he just had to wait for the man's reaction.

A!

[redcinemareel]

It was late, for her standards as of recent. 11pm was prime time for paperwork duty while the other deputies were out and about, but she needed both a pick-me-up and something extra, just because. Instead of heading to her usual hangout, After Life, she decided to try some place new. So she strolls in, wearing a red leather biker jacket, a white blouse, and a leather pencil skirt, all tied together with her usual red and black boots and small black purse. Deciding to stick with the mellow atmosphere of the main floor, Grell strides up to the bar to order a drink, not sure if she wanted to stick bar side or get a small table for herself.

"Do you have anything caffeinated, besides those horrid energy drinks?" She's tried one before, and regretted it.

[black_black_heart]

And there was Tannusen, holding a mug of tea for himself even as the bartender poured some of the freshly-brewed oolong for the newcomer.

"We always have tea, here," said the tiger, who'd gotten so many odd looks at other bars for wanting such a simple thing. And it wasn't just some dusty tea bags found in the back room like at many of those places; loose-leaf, aromatic, high-grade tea brewed in a glass infuser. The leaves swirled in the infusion basket as Bob filled a mug for her.

[redcinemareel]

She wasn't expecting tea, but her attention is undivided as she observed the tea making process. Although she herself was a tea connoisseur, she hardly ventured into the realm of Asian teas. This was as good of time as any to try.

"I was thinking of something like Irish coffee, but tea is something I can't pass up," she replied, a smile smile on her face from amusement. "Not many bars would bother with tea." She can definitely appreciate the change.

OTA LIL POST

[sarcastass]

[No really this is the happiest little shoulder angel that isn't actually on a shoulder.

He looks pleased as punch to be out of the basement, and anyone who even sits close to the little hologram will get the most cheerful earful ever.

HE'S SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU WANT TO TALK?

ABOUT EVERYTHING?]

[k2so]

[Kay's immediately draw to the hologram, both because it's a somewhat familiar sight and because...it isn't.]

Oh, hello? Are you new here?

[sarcastass]

Oh!

[A ROBOT. They know what that is if only due to tearing through Tannusen's phone and any and all information on it.

They weren't a staple there but mentioned enough times (once) for the AI to go off researching it himself.

VERY INTERESTING. The six inch tall hologram darts from the ball into the air, getting... just about as close as the light projection would allow]

No, no I've been here for... a month? Two? Oh, I've forgotten to update the calendar again...

Are you new here?

[earth_rick_c_137]

Someone who drinks this much is sure to end up in Velvet Lust at some point or another. Particularly a dimension-hopper like Rick... Velvet's the place that has all the weird shit. This probably isn't even his first time in this place.

It's his first time seeing this little thing, though.

Rick plops into one of the stools near Lil and... slowly... reaches out with a screwdriver to give the ball under the projection a light poke, even as he takes a drink from whatever horror he has in his other hand.

Uh-oh.

[sarcastass]

Bink!

The ball wobbles, and thus, Lil wobbles a bit too, letting out a sound akin to dropping a small rock on harp strings.

"AH! Please don't do that!"

OTA | Come bother the droid...or get bothered by him

[k2so]

[a.Later afternoon/before opening.]

Kay knows that there's still a few co-workers he has yet to meet. He saw them often enough around the bar when it's open by that time everyone's already working and it's not professional to stop and chat when patrons has to be served or looked after. That's why he came a bit early today, to see if he could get to know the others a little better.

[b. Night Hours]

There's a really tall, dark-grey droid moving around the bar, his bright white optics making even harder to miss him than his size. The view might seem a little bit ominous if you don't know him. However, Kay is only making sure everyone's behaving and checking if someone needs a hand with anything.

BOTHER BOTHER BOTHER BOTHER

[forgottheoffbutton]

Flug had made sure to change into some more appropriate attire for his job tonight. He moved to the bar in order to grab more drinks or one of the tables. Seemed there was some sort of event for the local citizens for all the people out drinking. He sighed as he put the tray on the table and mumbled the order to the barkeep. He turned and froze when he spotted the droid. Tall, dark, and with glowing white eyes. He looked the robot over slowly before he spoke. "...Wow. W-What is your model number?"

のωの Hullo

[k2so]

Kay turns and then looks down at the...man? It has the right size and number of limbs but the bag on top of the head was an unusual accessory.

"How forward!" The droid sounds scandalized for a second but his voice quickly turns to light sarcasm a moment later. "Not even a 'hello' first?"

B - Can change if it's not cool!

[legendaryoutlawstar_lord]

[Peter had made his way to Velvet Lust again because it seemed to have some of the busiest nightlife. He liked people-watching, and people-talking, and he was pretty sure a good portion of the people he'd met either worked there or frequented the place.

He's looking for a decent seat downstairs when he gets distracted by a view and all but walks into what he initially thinks has to be a column and starts to fall onto his ass.]

Nope, that's perfect!

[k2so]

[If Peter enjoys socializing, then he really is in the right place. Kay is there to ensure that the socializing is done appropriately and to prevent trouble. When someone bumps into him, not an uncommon occurrence, he turns immediately to reach out for the person's arm.

Kay's own long limbs and his good reflexes always come in handy in this situations. He's about to suggest the customer that they might have had already too much to drink when he notices who is said customer.]

Ah, Star-Lord. Nice to see you here, Peter.

OTA

[number1stalker]

What originally brought Demencia into the area of the Velvet Lust was because a certain bag headed nerd was headed this way, and she was pretty much bored out of her gourd. But what lead to her actually going into the bar, while it's open of course, was the sign.

Bright neon flashy sign. So like a moth to a flame she was inside and had found a seat, which she was sitting on very much not like a normal person. More like some creature that is getting ready to pounce. She so sticks out, probably. Maybe.

That and the whole hasn't ordered a drink or anything. Whoops.

[forgottheoffbutton]

Flug had no idea Demencia had followed him here. He thought she would be off clinging to Black Hat or searching for a guitar to steal. No. She followed him to Velvet Lust on a night he was working. He should have known, really, but he didn't. He changed into his button up shirt and slacks as he did at work and came out again. He moved table to table, making sure people had their orders in. Then he spotted that unmistakable red hair and lizard get-up. He felt his heart stop for a moment before he sprinted to her table.

"Demencia! What are you doing here?!"

E. Tannusen and Camael, with Lil the NPC, before opening time

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen emerging from the kitchen -- emerging from the office attached to it -- wasn't abnormal. Before or during hours, especially lately, he'd been spending a lot of time in that... office. (And it was totally just an office, right? A tiny, cramped, little office.)

No, what was abnormal on this particular day was that he was holding something gingerly in his good hand, with as much care as one might hold an actual tiny bird. Not letting it slip, but also not squeezing too hard. Yeah, it was probably a hell of a lot more durable than his grip could get, but he wasn't going to chance it.

It was, of course, that little ball.

The top of the orb was left free to be open, too, because it wasn't much of a tour of the building if Lil couldn't project out of the ball and actually see what he was being shown! "So this is the main floor," the tiger had already shown Lil the tiny office and the kitchen, of course. Now they were out in the real bar. "Upstairs is the club... oh, this is our new bartender."

Hi, Camael.

Big secret angel, meet tiny pocket angel. This could only go well!

[sarcastass]

Perched on the ball, looking so happy to be out, it took Lil about... half a second to look at Camael and

get stupidly excited.

"Oh! Your majesty I didn't know you were he-"

[thegoodthief]

Aaaand with the sound of the plucking of a violin string, the orb shuts down. Don't worry! Sleep mode! The lights are still on and whirling happily about in the closed orb, so clearly Lil isn't hurt.

Probably confused but apparently not even upset, considering the cheerful series of tinny, muffled dulcimer sounds coming from the orb.

... Welp.

"... Man I forgot he made that."

[beep beep beep underage slayer alert!]

[psychoslayer]

Faith had been hoping for a good time, and had been directed to Velvet Lust for exactly that good time. After all, what's the point of being kidnapped into some kind of bizarre new world if you couldn't have fun doing it? There wasn't a way to get back, apparently, so there was nothing to do but wander and enjoy herself - and stay the hell out of that weird little room they'd furnished her with upon arrival.

Walking in, she took a gander at the decor before heading directly for the bar, taking a seat in one of the stools, legs crossed at the ankle. As she waited for the bartender to notice her, she looked at the menu.

[black_black_heart]

Oh dear god the wards were so much louder than he remembered making them. Tannusen cringed from his spot at the bar as the wards shrieked in the back of his head, silent to everyone else in the room, and twisted around on his stool to see if someone had just walked in here.

Aaaand they had.

Aaaaaaand they sat down right by him. Well, that made this easy! He dismissed the shrieking and waved Bob away before the bartender could actually take her order.

"Excuse me," the Faerie smiled faintly, "I'm afraid minors aren't allowed on the premises."

A (But open to bothering)

[paganf_ckingmin]

Today? Today was not going well. Pagan Min's shoes were ruined - and still squelching when he walked, his pants were going to need to be cleaned at best and he had been dragged...somewhere. Sure, things had been going a little...dicey in Kyrat of late but it was his, and one of these days he was really hoping that Ajay Ghale would quit shooting people long enough to sit down and have a decent conversation.

For now, he was something like sulking and he steered himself towards Velvet Lust because it sounded the furthest up his alley.

So you have one man, aging, with bleached hair a sour expression and a magenta suit that probably cost more than some small countries made in a year. He climbs onto a stool, looks up and sights Tannusen, and a fraction of the storm-cloud resting over him eases.

"You," he starts, interest piqued. "Look like someone who knows where I might be able to find a decent fucking suit around here at least."

[black_black_heart]

"I might," Tannusen agrees, after giving the man an assessing look in turn. At least the guy isn't afraid of color. Aaaaand a glance down at the guy's shoes; rest in pieces. "New arrival, I take it?"