[IC] The Room

[Blackstripe]

Cassandra traces her gaze to the bar, immediately smiling.

"Well, this little inconvenience has gotten slightly less annoying," she muttered, stepping towards it.

Picking out a bottle of brandy from the rack, she smirked to the others. "I'm only twenty, but I'm sure you won't tell."

[Taeria]

*Elmyra raises an eyebrow at Cassandra and tilts her head with mild interest*

Elmyra: And I thought I was young, Mon'keigh. 115 years old and I'm barely a full flegded Eldar.

*Elmyra takes a look back at the bar*

Elmyra: Why would we discuss such miniscule actions as Ale-drinking with others?

*she naturally missed the point completely as she has no concept of legal drinking ages*

[Blackstripe]

Cassandra's eyes seemed to narrow at Elmyra when she called her a monkey, but she said nothing. Instead, she opened the bottle of brandy and poured herself a glass.

Briefly considering making a sarcastic toast of some sort, she ultimately shrugged and downed the glass in one gulp.

"Phew, much better..."

[Taeria]

*There is a red plastic cup sitting on the bar counter. It contains a bright purple liquid with little colorful rectangle shapes inside of it. There is some wording on the red cup, it reads "Supreme"*

Elmyra: A sacred beverage? Poison?...

*She examines cup and beverage with intensity. (It's lean)*

Elmyra: A vile of some sort. I'll do some research when I am able to successfully create a miniscule alchemy lab in here..

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian frowns at Emlyra, as she walks to the bar.*
Jillian: I am nineteen... What does age have anything to do with drinking? I have had a drink with my pa sense I became a gunslinger.
*She sits at the bar, and pours herself a glass of whiskey.*
Jillian: Why did you call Cassandra a monkey? She clearly is not one, and insulting a newcomer is frowned upon in my culture.
*Jillian still smiles, cause she a goody goody two shoes.*

[Taeria]

*Elmyra looks utterly confused. Homo sapiens were indeed primates, she was genuinely baffled by the primate's denial of her own species*

Elmyra: My apologies. Perhaps I will adress everyone by name from now on.

//"Oddities..."//

[2BlackJack1]

*Lecter smirks at Cassandra*
Lecter: Not about to call the police, don't worry. And I've been to Chicago before. Had a job there, actually.
*subconsciously slips a hand to his side, where an unseen scar resides, something which he earned on said job*

[LemonZest1337]

*Dog is sleeping on one of the couches after being sufficiently pet*

*She looks kinda like a furry white sausage*

[Blackstripe]

Cassandra's head snaps to Lecter when he speaks, having not paid him much attention before now. Smiling slightly, she poured him a glass of brandy, extending it to him.

"Really? And tell me, what year is it?"

[Taeria]

*Elmyra takes her hair down casually and she stretches*

Elmyra: I am going to explore those hallways and rooms.. perhaps it will help us understand this room more accurately..

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian smiles, and nods to Elmyra.*
Jillian: It's okay, and I think that would be for the best!
*She sips her drink, and smiles as it enters her stomach.*
Jillian: Good stuff!
*Looks over at Elmyra, and nods again.*
Jillian: Do you want me to accompany you? Just in case...

[Taeria]

*Elmyra shakes her head gently*

Elmyra: I will temd to this on my own. Thank you, though.

*She goes off and wanders though the hallways. She decides to enter one of the rooms. As she opened the door she caught sight of a small bed, closet, dresser ect. It was an average bedroom. Elmyra walked inside and noticed that there was a pile of old clothes, books, and small necessities that had been thraashed around. Aside from that there was intense dust*

[Vulkan 707]

Jillian: Okay, just be careful.
*She watches Elmyra walk away, then returns to her drink.*
*Her smile fades, as she reviews today's events.*
// Place is strange... Just hope Farson's men don't own it...//

[LemonZest1337]

*Doggo jumps off the couch and looks for a person*

*She makes small borfs and looks around*

[Blackstripe]

Cassandra glances down at the dog, smirking slightly. Taking a bowl from the bar, she sets it on the floor and pours some brandy for the small animal.

At the very least, this would give him some momentary amusement while she figured out what she wanted to do.

[LemonZest1337]

*Without even blinking the dog goes straight into the brandy*

*She drinks all of it, without hesitating or stopping for a second*

[Vulkan 707]

*Jillian looks over at Cassandra giving the dog brandy, and shrugs.*
Jillian: I'm sure she can drink a little, but not too much. Don't wanna hurt the little pup.

[2BlackJack1]

*Lecter smirks as he takes the drink, and nods his thanks*
*The Devil Hunter stiffens at the question and seems to take a moment to ponder his answer*
Lecter: That... depends on which world's time you want. What year do you think it is?
*glances down at the dog drinking, but doesn't stop him*
Lecter: (Strange dog.)

[LemonZest1337]

*The pupper looks up at Cassandra and makes a small whining sound*

*The pup tries to look up onto the bar but is far to small*

*She tries to stand on the bar but is still far to short*

*Her tail wags rapidly*

[Blackstripe]

Cassandra smirks at Lecter's odd question, closing her eyes.

"Well, for me, at least, it is 2017," she finally replied, pouring another glass for herself. When the dog quickly lapped up the brandy with a surprising amount of eagerness, she couldn't help but chuckle.

Tipping the bottle down, she poured more for the clearly thirsty animal.