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Party night. The best of nights. An ornate sign on 33 Apocalypse’s door invited all to knock and make themselves known.
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 08:39 pm (UTC)He didn't so much as blink at that trick with the cups. Manifesting cups was a simple first year trick for any Physical Kid worth their placement at Brakebills.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 09:12 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 09:14 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 09:43 pm (UTC)And with that, of course, he sipped.
Or, really, he drained the cup, and then wasted little time in pouring himself some more.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:11 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:15 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 10:20 pm (UTC)"You, sir, have the heart of a poet."
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 11:13 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 11:16 pm (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-22 11:38 pm (UTC)"Well, for starters," he drawled, lifting his cup in preparation for his next sip, "I am dead....♥."
Always a great way to start that particular conversation.
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-23 12:32 am (UTC)Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-23 12:47 am (UTC)"I've had some practice ♥," he offered. "Although, technically, I am far more a Soul than a dead man; if I ever was a dead man, it's been so long that I honestly can't even remember a life before this one..."
Which also meant that Shunsui may have also never have actually been a dead man, and was one of the those rare Pule Souls, but...
He never really did care to sort through all of those technicalities.
"So, to the point," he then drawled, "where I'm from is the...very creatively named Soul Society, where most Souls in my world are sherpherded after life. It's terribly boring, incredibly tedius, and finds itself threatened by nefarious forces far too often, if you ask me, but what can be done? Everything there exists in a delicate balance that if it were to be upset, it all ends with it. The mortal world, the afterlife, and everything in between and beyond..."
Re: Arrive and Say Hi
Date: 2021-10-23 01:15 am (UTC)