Shimmer Rum Bar [Archived Area]

[Moonbeam Vixen]

Shimmer Rum

Main Bar
Main Room
Upper Floor
Floor design
Staircase

This gorgeously lit and glittery hot spot belongs to none other than Marcus Kagayaku. Good music is always playing and drinks shimmer in the glow of the dim lighting everywhere. Marcus opened the place to be for people to escape to and have a good time, no matter what it going on around them. Though the floor is made of epoxy that had glitter poured in, it is always extra sparkly due to the owners love of glitter. Every night there is an hour specifically for the stuff. It's like happy hour, except glitter is usually raining from the ceiling. Don't worry if it falls in your drink, it's usually edible. If it gets on you, well that's just a bonus. He's perfected his glitter to be perfectly safe to eat, yet not get sticky if it gets wet while on you. But it IS glitter...it's still going to be hard to get every single last piece off of you.

 

[Rhine Jive Click]

xxxx ㊊ ＴＨＥ S E E D T H A T G E R M I N A T E S T H E W O R L D x

Hours left before his clan’s planned military action, and Siere pulled away from Pup and the rest of the Moit seeking to immerse himself in Other culture, to enjoy himself with some non-human. It was a kind of reminder of what he was fighting for, what they all wanted the world to be like, what it was like now.

He’d never been to this bar, but he’d heard of it. He’d heard it was a joyful blip in a largely melancholy city, run by an Other who kept it as a safe space for all. Siere didn’t entirely approve of the ‘all,’ since it seemed to include humans as well as Others, but he appreciated the idea of a place structured as a safe release, a place to have fun. It seemed, to him, to take account of the new order, to present the city as an already-conquered one in some sense.

Surely such an enlightened host wouldn’t mind if he came and partook; if he enjoyed a simple meal. He wouldn’t ruin the atmosphere. He wouldn’t touch anyone Other in anything but, maybe, a dance.

Sensory information dazzled and momentarily stunned him as he moved inside, and Siere closed all of the many eyes he’d generated, several of them shrinking back into his flesh until there were just the two, with two tiny, jewel-like others high up on his temple squinted against the colors. He laughed nervously, a clicking sound issuing from somewhere in his throat, hair moving and curiously wrapping around those he passed, sliding across cheeks and legs and then pulling away.

Knowing generally what was expected in places like this from the dreams of the few adults he’d terrorized, Siere made his way slowly to the bar, another eye erupting on the back of one shoulder to peer around and behind him as he did so.

He couldn’t tell the ratio in these lights, couldn’t see anything to differentiate between human and non. Unsettling, but also freeing. He wasn’t here on business. He’d only need one to feed on. Already, he could feel the first tinges of hunger; he was done being hungry.

The bartender was easy to categorize as Other. He watched the man create bubbles out of thin air, and smiled softly to himself, watching the man watch them.

Cautious, he approached, leaning forward on the bar to attempt to get the man’s attention.

”From what I’ve seen, I ask you for a drink, yes?”


Mood: Overwhelmed/Preparatory
With: Marcus



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”Rainbow Moonling”

 

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xxxx ㊊ ＴＨＥ S E E D T H A T G E R M I N A T E S T H E W O R L D x

Siere had been alone for most of his life. The Storm, and everything that had happened since, had been nothing but a series of wonders, the world expanding and expanding the more he learned about it, the longer he walked on its surface and found that everyone there could see him, could interact with him.

Still, he had not yet gone into a place in any way like this, and he had no idea what to order.

He leaned forward to admit as much, a self-deprecating smile morphing into something more charmed when he noticed the flicker of iridescent color in the Other's eyes, before he felt it.

A demanding sensation, like a pull somewhere in his lower stomach. Instincts, bodily instincts he wasn't aware he had, pulled at him, tugging at the back of his neck. Apparently sensate black hair constricted, skin prickling at the back of his neck. More eyes emerged around the cloth he had, reluctantly, donned to come here (he had, since the Storm, always worn clothing, but he had to admit he didn't entirely understand the purpose of it. Given more time to explore, it was possible he would be charmed by the idea of fashion), focusing in and then directly on the Other grousing beside him. A long line of eyes opened down his arm, a thin mouth breaking from the skin at the crux of his elbow, a toothy mouth opening slightly to taste the air.

He kept the eyes located on his face trained toward the Other (the owner of this place, he repeated to himself as the Other addressed the Other beside him—Siere should state how he admired such an effort, such a place).

Peering at the glittering concoction the person beside him had ordered, and not knowing anything else to ask for, Siere gestured at the glass with one too-long finger, four eyes focusing with interest on the bartender/owner.

”I have no idea what I'm doing. I'll have—that? What was it...whisky, plus some shimmer?” He tried for a smile, too-toothy, the teeth too needle-like to pass for human, even without the extra eyes, the curious, questing hair.

He turned his attention, briefly, to the Other beside him. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn't the tanned, small, mostly human-shaped figure that he did see. The owner before him, too, looked human, unless someone was looking as closely as Siere was. Why? This was their world.

Siere wondered if the reason was part of the culture of bar, or club, life. He wasn't familiar enough to say. The adult form of a human was—fine, he supposed. Attractive enough, if attached to an attractive personality. If, more importantly, he had confirmed the other was a nonhuman. Already he was peering at the bartender's hair, linking the bright color to the bubbles, the flash of iridescence. It was, for him, neutral, just as attractive as many other forms, not at all humanlike, would have been. He supposed there was some practical efficacy in looking human if, like him, these Others fed on humans.

He couldn't think of a polite way to ask (politeness was not at all his forte; social appropriateness an entirely new concept), and so he simply asked them both

“You both look so human. Is there a reason for that? Should I--” he gestured toward his arm, at the eyes, sweeping up toward the others at his temple, his face, his teeth.


Mood: Intrigued/Tentatively Enjoying Playing Tourist
With: Marcus and Dante



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”Rainbow Moonling”


”Kitty_Mew”

 

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Siere accepted the drink with the same arm the eyes and mouth remained on, pulling the drink over and up to look at it more closely. To do so, he turned his face briefly away from the owner, though one eye remained watching him, still waiting for a response. He wanted one even more from such a clearly-situated Other such as the owner was.

Close up, the shimmering particles mixed and moved through the whisky much like a splash of water would, ebbing and flowing through the thicker alcohol in swirling patterns. Transfixed by it, he raised it hesitantly to his lips while listening to the smaller Other at his side’s response.

‘Pretty boy’ he internalized, and frowned slightly, unsure what to make of the words. He didn’t think of himself as either, really, and couldn’t tell if it was meant as a compliment or an insult.

And then, ‘handle it?’ He took a slow sip, barely opening his lips to let a single swallow in. He recoiled instinctively, face clearly disgusted and surprised. He let the liquid flow back out of his mouth into the cup, hair thrashing with discomfort behind him.

Coughing once, something deep in his throat turning over in the same quick clicking noise, he exclaimed ”Ugh! What—why would anyone—!“

Face still pinched in unsure disgust, he nodded at the confirmation that the tanned Other preyed on humans. That made sense; it was easier as a predator to camaflouge oneself, blend in. Even better to bring prey right to you. It had never been a problem for him—he simply had searched for an appropriate child and set up a den wherever they slept, there to stay for as long as the child could still be frightened by him. But he understood the idea. Now, at least, that he’d befriended some of the other predatory Others in his camp.

He smiled through his disgust, eyebrows still pinched together, when the Other asked him a question. The novelty of being asked about himself was still enough to be delight him a little every time.

”I’m not sure” he admitted. There were surely others of his species—it wouldn’t make sense if he were the only one, though he’d never met or heard of another of his kind. They had to come from somewhere…

”I think humans call me a bogey. Or…boogeyman. I like that one better, even if it is much more inaccurate. My name is Siere, of the Moit” he added the last both to see if either of the two had heard of him or his clan, and as a precursor to an invite to come to his camp.


Mood: Disgusted/Still interested
With: Marcus and Dante



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”Rainbow Moonling”


”Kitty_Mew”


((OOC: I saw it was guild policy to wait a week before posting out of order. Cheers. ))

 

[Rhine Jive Click]

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”Ah. Maybe that’s why I—don’t like it.” Siere wasn’t a diplomatic figure by any means, but saying ‘that’s why it tastes exactly like poison’ struck him as rude to the bar’s owner.

“I have no problems to whisk.” He smiled toothily at that, the teeth eclectic in shape, as if someone had taken a list of all of the possible forms teeth could take and tossed them into his mouth-- half needle-like toward the back of his mouth, others the jagged, irregular shape of shark’s teeth.

Siere watched for it, but no particular recognition passed over the tanned Other’s face, at least in a way that Siere could recognize as such. He was better at humanlike expressions than any others. The expressions of a human child were not so much different from an adult, he’d learned. But the same expressions, on a creature only human in appearance, as this one was, often had different moods and tells than a human would. And so he could draw no particular conclusion from the lack of recognition for his clan’s name. He was, and had been, stuck relying on words to get any information, from all but those he was most familiar with—Dog, those he was closest to in the Moit.

“Is it unusual?” Siere asked. He had no real metric to judge against. The name was something he’d chosen for himself, a long time ago. There had been no one to name him, and he’d heard the word once and liked it—the sibilant sound of it, more than anything. In his camp, there were those with names he personally considered more outlandish, but those in his camp were unapologetically Other. Perhaps by ‘unusual’ the other—the…buddy, Kiba—meant ‘unusual to a city still mired in human culture.’

He straightened at ‘Kiba’s’ final question, seeing in it a chance to talk about the reason he –was- there.

“I’d heard of this place, and I liked the idea of it. No nonhuman—who has accepted their status, that is, and abandoned the remnants of humanity-- should be enslaved. I thought, I admired someone who was courageous enough to create a safe place for such people, even knowing that this would make them a target for all Masters, for all who disagreed that such a place should exist.”

Siere stuck a finger in the abandoned whisky, swirling the glitter around with one too-long finger. The idea of lying about his intentions didn’t occur to him.

“That, and I thought it would be a good place to recruit.” At this he looked directly into ‘Kiba’s’ eyes.

“What are your thoughts on the power balance in this city—buddy?”



Mood: Intent
With: Marcus and Dante



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”Kitty_Mew”

 

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Since Siere had kept one eye watching Marcus as the man moved behind his bar, talking with someone before returning, he was not surprised when he reappeared and responded to Siere’s question.

Given his own estimation of the character of someone who would own such a place, he wasn’t particularly surprised by the man’s response, either. Pleased, but not surprised.

‘Power in the city needs to be shifted.’ ‘The normis have too much power.’ Siere agreed entirely. He’d heard the term ‘normi’ from others in his camp, and it was something of a joke among a certain section of those there. The humans, and those who chose to live like them still, were so odious that they couldn’t be referred to by name. His respect for the Other who owned the bar solidified, and he prepared to give him some form of his recruitment speech—to at least invite him to the Moit camp, to be treated and given a more intensive rundown of the benefits of becoming an ally of his. Siere had plans, plans that were about to begin, this very evening. He wasn’t going to simply announce them, but he could give the owner enough of a heads up to avoid any damage to his establishment, and the opportunity to either join in or at least not hinder progress.

The tanned Other’s response was a bit more circumspect, and Siere listened carefully, waiting for them both to finish before offering any comment of his own. The Other’s tone might have been neutral, but his words added up to a fairly clear statement: Kiba didn’t approve of the status quo. Siere had no particular problem with ‘the West,’ but then he didn’t entirely know what was out there that might be objectionable. From his perspective, taking the city was the strongest initial move there was, since this was a mixed area that housed the majority of Masters for hundreds of miles, and had access to the most goods. But he was willing to be proven wrong. He pitched his reply to them both, differentiating as he went.[/lightslategrey]

”Like yourselves, I am no fan of how this city is being run. I find it—offensive. Unnatural, even.” He frowned slightly, expression more serious than it had been since he’d arrived, several eyes blinking shut along his body and sealing up to leave smooth skin behind. The mouth at his elbow grimaced as well, another similar mouth opening in his chest, invisible under his clothes except for, perhaps, a sudden dip in the fabric where none had been before, the faint impression of sharp teeth.

He turned fully toward Marcus, reaching out with one many-jointed hand to rest the tips of three fingers on the owner’s wrist in a light gesture of comraderie.

”I wonder why you haven’t made any overtures toward taking the city yourself. I respect what you’ve made here. My name is Siere, of the Moit.” Again he looked for any sign of recognition in the other’s eyes.

”I’d like to invite you to my camp, when you’re not busy here. I think we could have a lot to talk about.” He turned then to Kiba.

”No, I’m not satisfied” he agreed. He leaned slightly closer in toward the other man, expression entirely serious now, another row of eyes, button-black and jewel-like, opening up on his forehead above his main set, as if to emphasize his earnestness.


”I wouldn’t think of it as rebellion. Rather, it would be returning the area to a more natural state. Ridding it of an infection, a fever that’s causing wrong thinking. What do you think of this?” He would happily extend an invitation to Kiba as well, but he was still measuring where the man stood. He had never heard the name ‘Kiba’ attached to any particular power or position in the area, and so didn’t realize he was dealing with the leader of another raider clan.


Mood: Intent/Mildly Pleased
With: Marcus and Dante



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”Rainbow Moonling”


”Kitty_Mew”

 

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”Your forces”

Siere repeated with some surprise, quickly tamped down. He knew very well that he was only one, perhaps the newest one, of many powers in the city and its surrounding area. He had had few encounters with other clans, and had thus far mostly confined his attentions to the city, with some experimental poking at the clan to the west.

His gaze grew more calculating as he took the Other in in a new light, hair floating in contemplative swirld around his face and shoulders as he did.

”Then, Kiba” he used, of course, the name he'd been given

“I believe we may become fast comrades, you and I.” He'd wanted the oppurtunity to bring the Owner along, and still hoped for that oppurtunity in the near future. He couldn't tell, as yet, whether his invitation was welcome or not. This in mind, he slipped a thin, curved—something, onto the bar in front of the Owner. It looked much like obsidian, but somehow more organic. It was, in fact, a piece of him, and smelled that way, for those attuned to scents.

”Please, consider my offer. I understand that you can't simply leave your establishment. Take this, and at your leisure you may enter the Barrens. Do not attempt an entry without this, as I can't guarantee your safety.” Dog, among some others, patrolled the border of his lands, and were all particularly sensitive to scent (Dog particularly). Purely foreign scents were treated suspiciously. No Other that approached had yet been killed before being brought to him, but most had been savaged to some extent. He nodded his head in respect, closing all eyes as he did to deepen, in his mind, the gesture, a sign that he trusted the other to be honorable enough not to strike him with all of his eyes closed. He turned, then, more fully toward Kiba, slipping off the stool and gesturing toward the door.

”I am unsure of your commitments, but if you are free, I would like to continue this conversation on my land. I can guarantee you will be safe with me there, however long you stay. Any guard would be welcome as well, provided they keep the peace. Will you come?”


Mood: Calculating/Inviting
With: Marcus and Dante



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”Kitty_Mew”