But Still the Days Seem the Same [CLOSED]

[spiritwalks]

Who: Obi-Wan jedies and Vyng spiritwalks
What: A chill evening in an empty, abandoned bar
When: Very beginning of July
Where: Colonel Dan's in Red Cellar

Content Warnings: Listed in subject lines when applicable


((From here))

When they step inside, they're met by darkness pierced only by slivers of lamplight from the alley. Silence — rare in the entertainment district — blankets the place like dusty tarps draped over old furniture.

Vyng flips the switch. A warm glow spills onto a mahogany bar top, an empty stage, and the vacant booths lining the far wall. Nobody is here.

"Welcome to..." Laughter quietly colors Vyng's words. "This. Place."

(He forgot the name.)

Comments

[spiritwalks]

Sorry. Sorry. . .

[Just. Gonna put that glass away and grab another one. He'll even properly wash it this time.]

[jedies]

Thank you.

[spiritwalks]

[He busies himself with concocting another cocktail — flipping bottles onto the bar top, and even cracking one open with his own forearm.]

This can't be the filthiest place you've been.

[jedies]

[ obi-wan shakes his head. ]

Not in the least, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it.

[spiritwalks]

No? You're not enjoying yourself right now?

[jedies]

I'll give you a verdict by the end of it.

[spiritwalks]

. . . You know these drinks were free, right?

[jedies]

And I'm honoured by your generousity.

[spiritwalks]

You can thank Geraldine with a kiss on your way out.

[jedies]

I'll be sure to do so.

[spiritwalks]

Will you, though? Will you.

[jedies]

You forget. I'm from a galaxy filled with many kinds of species.

[spiritwalks]

You didn't seem so keen on it when you first met her.

[jedies]

I usually don't kiss on a first meeting.

[spiritwalks]

Geraldine won't tell.

[Vyng smiles coyly.]

And neither would I.

[jedies]

But I would know and that is what matters.

[spiritwalks]

You're so proper.

[He lights the tips of two bottles on fire — and starts to casually juggle them.]

I'll bet you've never carved your name into a table before.

[jedies]

I wasn't much of a hellion.

[ this is half a lie, at best. it depends on a person's point of view. ]

[spiritwalks]

Of course not.

I'm sure your brand of chaos had very good reasons behind it.

[jedies]

I haven't the clue what you might mean.

[spiritwalks]

Uh-huh.

[Thunk! Thunk! Both flaming bottles flip back onto the bar top. With a wave of Vyng's hands, a fiery koi fish emerges from each one. They "swim" in tandem like intertwined ribbons for just a second, before they disintegrate into fleeting embers.]

[jedies]

[ magic was very fascinating. obi-wan watches out of curiosity. ]

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng never describes what he does as magic, because that's not what it is in his original world. But a stage magician's flair is always fun to imitate, and Vyng very much embodies the Performer tonight.

He uses his bare hand to snuff out each bottle's flame, no pain registering on his face...and gently corrals the resulting puffs of smoke with the other. After dipping his fingers into the sink, he flicks several water droplets into the gathered smoke.

A tiny, dense cloud forms, its edges briefly lighting up with crackling electricity.]

[jedies]

[ it is showmanship, but obi-wan has always been partial to it, being a show off himself. ]

[spiritwalks]

[A long, lanky feline form takes shape — languid and unhurried, as if Vyng were sky gazing, and the nimbus simply moulded into whatever shape his imagination pieced together.

Tail curling into a curious question mark, the cloud cat owlishly blinks at Obi-Wan...with an essence that is very much alive. This is not a construct, nor an illusion. But an actual creature, channeled into a bundle of raw elements.]

He says hello.