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QuestionOH MY GOD THERE'S GONNA BE AN AGE OF ULTRON TRAILER AFTER THE AGENTS OF SHIELD EPISODE NEXT TUESDAY Answer

kikithegirl:

I KNOW I SAW AND HYPERVENTILATED

leebradford:

If at first you don’t succeed,

Try a different medium. 

(Source: adorablesnakes)

Bartender (top) and lone lady at bar (bottom) general looks, for reference in later parts of this RP that will continue tomorrow.

AKA an excuse to look up hot people

theinnocentgear

Bartender (top) and lone lady at bar (bottom) general looks, for reference in later parts of this RP that will continue tomorrow.

AKA an excuse to look up hot people

theinnocentgear

hatpire:

theinnocentgear:

[…]

Kestrel had already unzipped her jacket while she was waiting, and had tucked both her earbuds and cigarette back into her pockets.and was rolling back on her heels, still grinning up at the tall troll lady.

The troll didn’t particularly look impressed…

"Nah, finding it’s just part of the adventure. Live a little!"

Kestrel swiveled on her barstool, taking a cursory glance back at the rest of the bar while her drinks were made. There were a few groups, a few ladies drinking solo, at least one apparent couple or something. Her eyes caught one of the solos, a fair-skinned human with cobalt glasses and ombre hair who nursing a cup of similarly-colored liquid. Kestrel snapped back to the bar, grinning wide at Gold Sun.

Maybe grinning too wide. Maybe grinning wickedly.

As the bartender set the drinks down Kestrel broke away from that, too, leaning one arm on the counter. She slid over over fifteen nuyen worth of cash as well as a credstick to start the tab.

"Plaid over here’s on her own for the rest, okay?" she jabbed a thumb at Gold Sun’s shoulder, "I’m trying to teach her how to stop taking the fun out of everything. She needs to get out more. Don’t you, Goldie?"

She motioned to the shot of tequila, then tilted her head towards the bartender.

"Name’s Kes. Buy you one, too…?"

NO

(Source: yungterra)

theinnocentgear:

hatpire:

theinnocentgear:

[…]

"Good. They used to accept gas straight up as cover until the fire. Funny story—oh! Here we go!"

Kestrel rounded the corner and was facing a wall of absolute darkness. She cackled back to Gold Sun and stepped through into the black.

It was unnaturally dark, and even with her low-light vision the adept was walking in blind. She went to speak but her voice came out as if someone had hit mute.

Right. The tunnel was silenced. Mostly, anyway—the tinny voices her comm had picked up were audible without her ear bud now.

She plunged through the darkness for about fifteen sort, scuffling pages until it broke all of a sudden. Music assaulted her ears, not particularly loud but deafening compared to the silence.

The tunnels had dropped them straight into the Seattle Underground, complete with the old wooden facades from buildings long since demolished on the street level above.

The place looked like a yuppie industrial designer’s wet dream. Being a portable bar of less than questionable legality, everything was modular, minimalist, and sleek.

Opaque plascrete cubes, about a foot long each, connected together to create the bar. The cubes were all lightly tinted, giving a sleek checkerboard pattern that continued in shelving behind the counter. The bar-top itself was a series of brushed steel slabs.

Track lighting bolted to the ceiling provided ample light, and the tables scattered about were built from the same materials as the bar itself—stacked plascrete cubes with a steel surface bolted on. The seating were wire and steel stools, and altogether the bar seated about twenty to thirty, tops, before the seats would run out and spaces would be getting cramped.

To complete the look, behind the bar was a rough painted sign, three water droplets. Also behind the bar was a rather impressive array of top shelf liquor.

The bar was fairly full of ladies (and nothing but) already, including an adorable elf with a pink undercut tending bar as well as a decent-looking—for a troll—lady bouncer staring her down with crossed arms. Kestrel wiggled her fingers at the troll and grinned.

"Evenin’! Just waiting on a friend."

Trailing after Kestrel hadn’t been a problem until the floating blur of magic that filled the hallway.  Unwilling to just walk straight into the concentration of magic (even if it was to follow Kestrel), Gold Sun stopped briefly in place.  Darkness and silence.

Taking a cleansing breath, Gold Sun decided to wade into the opaque mass.  She trudged through for, at least to her, an uncomfortably long time before she heard a sudden swell of music.  The crescendo startled her, causing her to jump slightly.  Opening her eyes and moving fully back to the physical plane, the shaman got a good look of the room.

Certainly not the dive she expected.  Moving over to Kestrel’s side, Gold Sun rifled through some bills in her pocket.  She produced 100 yen and held it up for the bouncer with a smile.  “For the two of us.”

"So I take back my previous complaints," she said as an aside to Kestrel.  "But you still owe me a drink."

Kestrel had already unzipped her jacket while she was waiting, and had tucked both her earbuds and cigarette back into her pockets.and was rolling back on her heels, still grinning up at the tall troll lady.

The troll didn’t particularly look impressed until Gold Sun emerged from the darkness, looking (to Kestrel) like a scared cat, and only then because of Gold Sun’s most charitable donation.

She stepped aside, opening the bar up to the two newcomers, and set about collecting the cover a lone human girl that stumbled in through the dark.

"See?" Kestrel clapped Gold Sun on the back, cackling again, "I told you Driftwater’d be your kinda thing. C’mon, let’s sit."

Kestrel strolled over towards the bar, head up and full of confidence, shooting little smiles and grins towards people on the way over. She found two empty chairs towards the far end of the bar, conveniently nearest where the pink-haired bartender was standing, and hopped up onto the high stool.

"So yeah, this place, Goldie? Opens up in a new location every weekend, all over Seattle. Sometimes Underground, sometimes up in a loft somewhere, even in Redmond before shit went down. Hard as hell to find where they’re gonna be, though. I did the legwork for you earlier today.

"Anyway, order whatever you want. Everything here’s generously been donated by some of the finest bars across the sprawl, if you get my drift. Top shelf for gutter-shelf prices."

She grinned at the bartender. “Hey there, nice hair. How’s business?”

Kestrel ordered herself something called a sazerac The bartender grabbed a few bottles from the makeshift shelf behind her and began to mix what looked like a fairly complicated drink.

"And whatever she wants. Newbie, right? I got her first drink. Oh, and two shots of your best tequila."