can't seem to find our state of grace

[tryingitall]

Who: Balthazar and OPEN
What: Exploring and chatting.
When: Day 54
Where: All over the place, but eventually the bar and House 11. Encounter him anywhere you like.
Warnings: Probably none, will update if that changes.


Balthazar's not sure whether to be optimistic about this brave new world or not. There's no question but that certain individuals here are a threat. Raphael and Lucifer? Scary. Whatever's got them all trapped here? Also scary. At the moment, though, the weather is fairly pleasant, there's no looming apocalypse, planned or otherwise, and even the demons here seem to be, if not civil, at least tolerable.

Probably the other shoe will drop before long, but until then he's going to try to enjoy himself.

Hence the search for the bar he hears is around somewhere. He circles through streets, looking over houses, buildings, and...hmm. Rubble. That's a little worrisome. But not too far off he finds what he was looking for, and slips curiously through the doors.

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[undomesticated]

Riley, for her part, had taken to looking around some of the buildings for things she could use while she was here. Maybe a knife or something she could use to draw less attention to herself as a method of self defense and as a tool.

She hadn't found much, but she had managed to find a battered Swiss Army Knife with the awl broken off of it. At least she had some sort of knife.

While poking around, she caught a new scent, someone's that she hadn't met before. Well, no time like the present to start figuring out exactly who was stuck in this little fish bowl with her. Following it to the bar, she poked her head in, taking a look around as she did. "Hello?"

[tryingitall]

Balthazar seems to be absorbed with looking over whatever there is of the decor, rather than settling down to drink. Particularly since he's had a promise of something far better later on. He's picked up a magazine from the seat of a booth and is flipping through it when the young woman enters.

He tilts his head to get a look at her and flashes a smile. "Hello. I take this place runs on an honor system? I haven't been here long."

[undomesticated]

She looks around, taking in the bar that she hadn't been in before. She gives him a small shrug in answer. "I don't know. I haven't been in here before. Is money really even an issue here? Not like anyone has access to their banks."

[tryingitall]

"Oh, I assumed little bits of paper and metal were worthless. I just wasn't sure if there was a barter system in place." He glances at the magazine once more and tosses it back where he found it.

"No one's told me how to get food, either, come to think of it. Other than suggesting I go hunt velociraptors in the forest." It's not an issue for him, actually, but he's not broadcasting that.

[undomesticated]

"I'm not really sure anyone really owns the bar to be bartered with." Not that she knew for sure. She hadn't yet figured out who was a previous resident here and who were people that had been dragged in against their will.

"Oh, well, there are other things besides velociraptors." Though the fact that there were dinosaurs as well as sabretooth tigers was news to her and something she just added into the file of 'things about this place that I'm not sure are real'. Like angels. "There's plenty of fish around and if you're not picky about your meat, there are other wildlife to hunt that are less likely to try to eat you back."

House 11, later on I guess? IDEK

[hung_garian]

Of course, he hasn't been sitting in their kitchen the whole time since their chat. That would be silly, given that he has alcohol that could actually have an effect on him: drinking alone isn't his idea of fun, and he's had people to meet and share chocolate with. The mead, however, has been there, and when he feels Balthazar enter the house, he appears there as well. It's not necessarily for the purposes of alcohol, of course - he has food to pretend to need. He's making poptarts in the toaster.

Works for me!

[tryingitall]

Balthazar wasn't trying to dawdle, or cramp Gabriel's style, by any means. His senses aren't as acute as the archangel's, so by the time he enters the house, he's not sure whether Gabriel's there yet. He knocks on the inside of the front door, but doesn't linger there, looking for the kitchen.

He pauses in the doorway with a smile. Mead, an archangel, and the smell of poptarts. It's a weird juxtaposition, and he's happy to witness it. "Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting a serious culinary experience."

[hung_garian]

"Oh, yeah. Gordon Ramsay, eat your heart out."

He pops them out of the toaster, slightly more burnt than they ought to be. He bites into one, and swallows immediately, wincing sharply.

"Hot! Ow..."

There are problems, after all, involved with letting yourself get too in sync with the vessel. Pleasure's the main reason he does - being able to taste properly, and, ahem, other things. Pain, however, is a result he's less fond of. He grimaces again, and looks back over to Balthazar, slightly sheepish. It's mostly an act. Playing human. They both know that even putting an actual flame into his mouth couldn't hurt him if he wanted to stop it.

"Can I correct my earlier answer to 'no'? Serious medical emergency, maybe. I burned my tongue."

But hey, so long as neither of them's going to say anything about the act, why not let it continue.

"Mead's over there. Drinking horns too, for the full Scandinavian experience, oooor I guess you could be boring and go for a glass."

[tryingitall]

"Only if it's cooked and seasoned properly, I think."

He raises an eyebrow at the pop tart antics, both puzzled and entertained. He's been accused of being too attached to his vessel, as well, but he can't recall ever burning his tongue on a pastry. Part of him wonders what kind of game this is that Gabriel's playing. "Are the poptarts worth the pain?"

He wanders over to the mead, watching Gabriel in his peripheral vision. "Drinking horns are just fine. I don't want to bore you."

[foundacause]

One of said civil, tolerable demons happens to be in the bar enjoying a nice, cold beer. She's pretty sure a full out and out war is bound to break out the moment the alcohol in this place dries up. Until then she's going to drink happily and drown those awkward feelings that keep rearing their ugly head.

"Well, look what the kitty cats dragged in..."

[tryingitall]

"I do like kitty cats." He manages to make this sound just a little dirty, but his posture is casual as he saunters over, hands in his pockets. "Nice to meet you in person, Meg. Possibly."

The jury's still out, but she hasn't tried to bite or anything yet. He leans against a table thoughtfully. "I'm curious. Does it take extra alcohol to get you buzzed, or is your tolerance roughly human?"

[foundacause]

Isn't everything that comes out of his mouth dirty? Either way, Meg very obviously checks him out, giving him a thorough once over. Well, what's the point of having a gorgeous meatsuit if others don't get to appreciate it? And he does have a rather handsome one.

"I'm sure I could drink you under the table any day, Feathers."

[tryingitall]

Maybe only 75%. That's still a majority, so he won't argue the point. Notably, he's also not arguing with her checking him out, looking amused, instead. "You think so? I might have to take you up on that challenge, but not on my second day."

[plaidsamurai]

[Logan, as usual when he couldn't find anything to do, was seated at the bar nursing a beer and a cigar. He had a few empties scattered around him and was making slow progress with his current one. Hearing the door opening was definitely unexpected and he peered towards the newcomer with a raised eyebrow.

He silently observed the man until he wandered further inside and could catch his scent. Definitely new.]

Ain't seen your face around before. I'd say 'welcome', but it ain't exactly fittin' for this place. You handlin' things alright, bub?

[tryingitall]

The scent of incense and wood smoke clings to the stranger, but otherwise he looks pretty normal. About six feet tall, ash blond, dressed in grey and black. He sees that he's being watched at once and holds up both hands in a lazy gesture of peace. Not looking for trouble, here!

"I just found myself here yesterday," he answers with a shrug. "And I appreciate the sentiment. I'm all right so far. Better if I can get a drink."

[plaidsamurai]

Logan just smirked at the gesture; it wasn't like Logan was looking for any trouble either. He hooked the stool beside him with his foot and gave it a light shove to send it skidding against the floor in the newcomer's direction.

"The bar's a little on the simple side o' things, yer basic spirits an' beer. Least it seems to get a refill... unlike the food. So. Whaddya want?" He asked, then realized he'd been a little rude.

"Sorry, bub. Name's Logan," He offered.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar catches the stool with his knee and accepts the invitation, settling in and leaning his elbows on the bar. "So, whoever's got us trapped here wants to be sure we have plenty of alcohol? That's interesting. Bourbon, neat, if it's available."

"Nice to meet you." He reaches across his own chest to offer a handshake. "I'm Balthazar."

BAR

[godsprophet]

Ever since Chuck found out there was a bar, the first place he'd made his way to was straight there. Or, perhaps, not the first place he went--Anna had showed him to House Number 11 and then Raphael had shown up and by the time all of that was over, Chuck was craving liquor like something fierce.

Nor is he entirely surprised when he catches sight of Balthazar in the bar. The angel had said he was looking for the bar as well. It's actually more of a coincidence that they hadn't run into each other while they had scoped out House 11.

Nevertheless, once Chuck gets himself a glass of scotch in hand, he makes he way over to Balthazar. "You, uh. Mind if I sit here?"

[tryingitall]

Balthazar seems to have settled on bourbon, and is seated comfortably sideways in a booth, one leg propped on the table. He notices Chuck's entrance at once, watching as he crosses the room and helps himself. When he approaches, he gets a smile and a casual gesture at the seat across the booth from the angel.

"By all means. Settling in all right?" His tone is pleasant but a little detached. He's trying to work out how to discuss the topic of the breakdown in Heaven. It's painful, but perhaps a prophet ought to know these things.

[godsprophet]

He gives Balthazar a brief smile, taking a seat across the table from him. If he notices that Balthazar sounds any different than he had in their previous conversation, he makes no mention of it whatsoever. He's not exactly sure what all Balthazar is going to tell him. It'll be nothing good, that's for sure. But, then again... it couldn't possibly be worst than the Apocalypse, could it?

"Uh, I guess?" This whole being trapped on a island with no way of or knowing how we got here thing is still kind of sinking in. But that's okay. That's why he has alcohol. "I mean, I've got a place to stay now."

[tryingitall]

The world spinning out of control is a little scarier without the assurance that there's a Plan and an Endgame of some sort in mind. But Balthazar's not sure whether that means it's worse or just different. He never really got over the chaos of the Apocalypse, anyway.

"Oh? That's good. I'll be in number 11 if you end up looking for me." He doesn't expect Chuck to end up looking for him, but it seems they both like drinking, so it could happen. "You?"

[shesamarshmallow]

Veronica is incredibly familiar with the bar. Not legally, of course, because she isn't twenty-one and won't be for another three years. But in that she lives next door to the place, she's familiar. And in that she tends to have her pinhole camera turned toward it more often than not, she's familiar.

What she isn't familiar with is the new dude.

And she's bored. After her fish excursion, her foot has been aching a little, which means she figures she needs to rest it up again. Which means no going out. No adventures. No throwing open a window and shouting, "Hey! Boogaloo dude! Any news to carry?"

Oh, no. Wait. There is that. There is exactly that.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar stops at the sound of the shout, mildly startled. It takes him only a split second to notice where it's coming from, but he's so thoroughly confused by the syntax of the question he just sort of stares up at the strange woman for a moment.

Gamely, though, he diverges from his intended destination and comes a bit closer. Cute blondes are always worth chatting with, anyway. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

It's a slightly less abnormal response than Castiel would have had, at least.

[shesamarshmallow]

"I'm kind of under house arrest. A penalty for being too awesome for the plebes." And she's bored and talking to strangers. Her father would be so proud.

"So I saw you heading into the bar and thought to myself, 'He looks new,' so I called you over. I'm Veronica, by the way."

[tryingitall]

"I didn't realize there were such things here." He cracks a smile. "How serious do the penalties get? I may have to tone down my awesomeness to avoid life imprisonment."

He comes right up to the wall, now that he's started a conversation, and offers a handshake, reaching up. "Balthazar. Delighted to make your acquaintance. Yes, I'm very new."


((I'm assuming she's looking out of a first floor window? If not, I can edit.))