X AND Y WALK INTO A BAR

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OVER A DRINK

01. Post with your character. 02. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an an overly kistch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company. 03. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.  04. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcommer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.  05. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.

 

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[makemyday]

[Honestly, if Crowley knew that this man who was sitting across from him was of said Intelligent Technology Gone Sentient, he'd be terribly interested, and he'd probably dump more than his fair share of rude, over-reaching questions that would likely reward the demon with a closed-handed slap. Not that he was entirely unused to asking the wrong questions that made him an enemy or six, it'd just be another day in the life of Original Sin.]

[He took a moment to put away his pliers, reaching finally to take a sip of that glass of dark wine he'd ordered honestly hours ago, had been drinking from steadily, but never seemed to run dry.]

Ah, but you see, that's where you need to be clever. That's the thing about the world, it's full of people who are stuck in the past. People who can't accept a new thing because it's too 'Bloody new, bloody small, easy to lose, easy to break' and what have you.

Market an item like this for the crowd who are too old and crotchety to really get used to the Times that are A Changin'? You're going to have a riot of needy people in your hands. Do you remember the time where they got the technology to 'Remaster' Black and White films to have colour? How many DVDs and even In Theatre tickets to SEE old movies once again just because they've been a liiiiittle modernised?

Trust me, sell to the right crowd, and you'll make millions. And you'll piss off millions, too, if you go the right way about it. [He hums again. The latter is what he was going for. Causing enough people frustration from either not being able to GET to the new remodeled item, or having a few of those who did buy the item not to like it? A little bit of extra sin in every body, and that many more souls were headed towards hell.

Brilliant.]

[aaron_agate]

If Crowley kept dropping dramatically disturbing jokes about the rise of the machines, Agate might just fall on the bait. But he was distracted now, a sheen of appreciation brightening his eyes. "You've got big plans," the blonde finally nodded, taking a swig of beer and just sitting for a moment, staring down at the half-built piece of shit brontosaurus-bone cell phone that could. "But you're going to fail before you begin if you go with touch-screens. Too ephemeral. You'll be wanting something miniature keyboard. Tactile, annoyingly small buttons that never the less depress. Or are depressing. Take your pick."

By this point he was half joking, but he could do that all night. He had to wonder at the trick with the wine; Crowley was either one hell of a consummate backwasher, or he had some very strange tricks up his sleeve. "I'm Agate, by the way." Wiping the hand made moist by beer glass condensation on a napkin, he held it across the table to shake. Something about this meeting felt pleasantly fortuitous, one way or another.

[makemyday]

[What could he say? Rise Against The Machines was probably his favourite Movie Trope, and he was actually annoyingly fascinated at the idea of it actually happening; because let's be honest. In a contest of Aliens Vs. Zombies Vs. Machines Becoming Sentient; the last choice there was obviously the most realistic and possible.]

Aaaaaah, look at you. Got some ideas up your sleeve, don't you? I considered a keyboard, but it wouldn't leave much room for an operable screen would it? ....Hmm... Unless I wired the screen to be a little higher, just a little wider on both ends...

[He was clearly looking the thing over, and if the other could see his eyes behind those black, voidlike glasses, the pure gold eyes would be flickering with ideas.]

[As for his trick with the wine, he was afraid that was a secret unless the other asked nicely.]

[He nodded once. Alright, so this guy was definitely someone worth talking to. He'd cut back on the crass remarks just an iota to keep from chasing him off. He reached a hand out to shake the other's as well, squeezing lightly, his skin a few degrees warmer than a normal human's.]

Crowley. Anthony J. Crowley. Well met, Agate. So what brings you, here, then?

[aaron_agate]

Hot handed, huh? Agate had known the sort. Hell, he'd been fucking around with a fire elemental more or less seriously for as long as he could remember. A few degrees didn't mean much to him. He was beginning to wonder if he'd managed to stumble into a soup -- that was, a 'supernatural' -- of some kind, if this city leaned more towards the unusuals than it did towards norms. The fact that he'd run into more often not-quite-human people than usual was giving him headaches, project-wise. Most of his plotting revolved around a large base of relatively identical subjects to draw from. Anomalies meant mistakes, and mistakes meant possible deaths, or at least brain-deaths.

That was what touring the city by night was all about, anyways. Getting a feel for who the revelers were would help him figure out where his first open-market experiments were going to end up... but there were quite enough anomalies that he was going to have to go back to the drawing boards and rejig distribution, not to mention the whole goddamned formula he had used to spread his original project.

Whatever the case, when they'd finished their shake and introduction, Agate replied, "oh, you know. Trying to take over the world -- The usual, you know?" He cast Crowley, Anthony J. a wry grin, joking, probably too pleased with himself. "Honestly I've been perusing the city's night life. I like to know where I stand with regards to who's surpassed that hind-brain urge to den up after a hard day." Or, more pointedly, that other hind-brain urge to lose it under drink, or dance, or music or whatever brainfuckery went on around these parts. He wanted to know the hidden networks that fed that urge. He wanted, eventually, to be supplying them, though that was a very young plan still, curled tightly over itself in its little shell of inception.