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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Jo Harvelle, Dec 31, 2017.

  1. Jo Harvelle

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    Dec 22nd, Year 7
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    The Homestead had been open for a few months now. Not long enough that Jo felt too easy about it, but long enough that word was getting out. A second bar in Cascade Bay with a different atmosphere than the first one. So if people didn't like one, they could go to the other. And while Jo hadn't spoken to the other bar owner just yet, that seemed to work out fine so far. There were plenty of people that walked through her doors randomly while they were doing business in town. And then there were a few regulars that were starting to show a pattern. Locals and people who came in looking for other things. Information on what Jo knew.

    Jo was starting to get to know their faces. Starting to remember their names. She was also starting to gather information on a ton of different bad creatures around Pandora as well. Where vampires had been last seen, where werewolves seemed to hunt during the full moon, the whole ten yards with rumors. The blonde was walking in her mother's footsteps despite how hard she had fought it back home. This had to be fate or something, but it felt right to Jo so she was going to follow through with it.

    So she was getting curious about the "regulars" that hadn't stopped by to ask her questions in hushed tones yet. People who stopped by on a semi-regular basis. She had seen them more than a handful of times in the last several months, but hadn't had any direct conversations with them yet. Didn't even know their names by heart yet. The young man seated at the bar was one of them. Dark haired, dark eyed, worked at the school for magic that was in the area. That was all that Jo had managed to piece together thus far but she hadn't really pried. Maybe he was trying to figure something out before asking her a question or maybe he just liked the place. She really didn't know.

    But Jo wasn't without her own curiosity in the matter. Almost everyone who showed up more than a few times was someone who needed help. Maybe he didn't quite believe the rumors? Fuck, she was just going to have to ask him. Instead of getting direct to it though Jo stopped in front of him and smiled. "What'll it be?" Since he was a paying customer, that would be first. Money was always important when a business was starting up.

    OOC: Hope this works! Lemme know if you need me to edit anything!
     
  2. Magnus Bane

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    Magnus never imagined he'd be a 'regular' at anywhere around Pandora. But now that he was settling into some sort of actual routine, where his days were split between the Hotel and the Schola, he was taking to adventuring a bit farther than staying around Pandora Town during his free time. It was a nice place, of course, and there was nothing wrong with it - it was where they were living, after all. He and Alec were staying in the main town even though they were moving out of the hotel, but he knew that there was a lot more to the world around him here than he had a chance to experience lately.

    It was in some of his trips to Cascade Bay that he discovered a lovely little establishment known as The Homestead. It was nice. He liked the atmosphere, which was one he wasn't normally drawn to, and maybe that was what he liked about it. That it was outside of his usual go-tos, and that made it feel just as much part of his adventurous exploration of this world as the actual exploring did, even when he was just stopping by for a drink or two.

    So whenever the warlock found himself in Cascade Bay, whether on business or personal reasons, he made it a point to stop in, and almost always found himself getting his drink of the day from a kind blonde girl behind the bar. Today was no different.

    "Whiskey sour," he said. He went later that day to finalize his deal on the house he was purchasing and, honestly, his nerves over the whole thing were shot. He knew it was an irrational thing to worry about - of course Alec would like the gesture - but that didn't stop the worry from being there, eating away at him more today than it had in the past, though probably not as much as it would the two days to come.

    Whiskey was a necessity before he went back to the hotel.
     
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  3. Jo Harvelle

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    Regulars always had regular drinks. Jo was getting to know each of them as best as she could manage The blonde was sure that it wouldn't take her too long. If she could remember how to kill four different vampire types on top of all the other creatures, she could manage a few common drinks ordered by certain faces. Couldn't be that hard, could it?

    So Jo tried to make a mental note about the whiskey sour even as she pulled out the correct glass and started to pour in the right things to make a whiskey sour. Notably the whiskey, which some would argue was the most important part and Jo would readily agree with them. Booze was always the point of... booze.

    But the blonde still couldn't figure out what the man was doing here. There was paperwork he was looking over but he still looked far too tense. Like he was working up the courage to do something or other. Maybe he was going through his notes? Every hunter had a journal. His stack of papers looked a little too clean to be something of that nature but it was still detailed. And people were weird here in Pandora.

    So she slid him the drink and took a moment to clean a glass in front of him for a heavy second. "Are you here for advice?" Might as well head off the conversation. Even if his hunter's journal might have been weird. What else would he be doing with paperwork in a place like the Homestead?
     
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    Whiskey was usually Magnus's go-to when he came here. It wasn't always in this form - some days it was just straight up or on the rocks, others it was in a Manhattan or just with soda... but it was almost always whiskey. Everything else at a bar was pretty hit or miss most of the time, but it was difficult to go wrong with a good whiskey.

    "Thanks," he said, looking up with a distracted smile as he instinctively spoke the word as she handed over the drink. But instead of walking away or wandering off to another customer at the bar she waited, hovering there for just a few more moments while she cleaned a glass. He could tell she was watching him, a suspicion confirmed when she asked if he was here for advice.

    "Not unless you can tell me if I should really be buying this house," he said, glancing briefly back down at the last piece of paper he had to sign before heading into town after this little pit-stop. "It's going to be a surprise. I mean, Alec's seen the place, and I'm positive he liked it. He just... doesn't know I'm getting it for us." He said, figuring just that little bit of context would suffice before looking back up at her to see if she would actually have any advice, even though she didn't even know him.
     
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    Not unless you can tell me if I should really be buying this house. Well, Jo had completely misjudged the entire situation. The documents in front of him were not some sort of weird hunting journal. He looked like he could have been a hunter with his own flair, though he was a little more coordinated than most hunters Jo knew. Perhaps a little more jewelry than normal as well, though those could have easily been charms against any number of things.

    Simply put, Jo had made an incorrect assumption and she felt a little bit like an ass. "I'm really not the person to ask about that. I just got my first place a few months ago." Right along with the bar, but those were minor details. She had never had her own place until she had moved out for hunting, but everything had certainly been transient up until Cascade Bay.

    "So you're getting a place with a friend of yours and... you're still nervous about it?" She decided that she owed it to the man to be a little bit of a sounding board since she had... assumed incorrectly. Just because Jo wasn't an expert in what he was worried about didn't mean that she couldn't help him out. It just meant it would be in a round about sort of way. Most bartenders were sounding boards and it was something that the blonde was going to have to get use to. Why not start now?
     
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    "My boyfriend and I already live together but we're looking to move.," Magnus said, sneaking the clarification on the term 'friend' in as casually as possible before he let it go too long and it was awkward to correct later. "But something like this - getting a house - ...doing any of this in some strange, captive world is just not how I ever imagined these things playing out." That was probably what didn't sit right with him. Not the actual acts of settling down in some cliche, mundane way, but the implications of doing it here. Admitting that he didn't think he was going anywhere any time soon. "And I'm afraid finalizing it on my own might be a bit much -- though I was hoping for the surprise to be a Christmas gift of sorts. Do you think 'Merry Christmas, I got us that house you loved' a bit much?"

    Magnus took another long sip of his drink, staring at the papers for a few more seconds before deciding to put them away. Picking up the papers he uncovered the plain, unmarked folder they were sitting on and put them back inside, tucking them in the back behind a few other loose sheets of paper with hand-written notes. The rest of the folder, now sat open as he hid the house contract, contained writings in symbols and languages that were definitely not entirely English - mostly spells, and research he was doing both at the Schola as well as the Mages guild. He figured it was a safe place to hide the documents so that Alec didn't stumble upon them -- he normally left most of Magnus' magic stuff alone.

    "Sorry, I'm rambling. I don't want to bore you to death while you're stuck at work," he said with a short, half-hearted laugh. This was far from usual for him, confiding anything he was feeling to a stranger (or anyone around him for that matter), least of all doubts and concerns. But he'd been fretting over this for a week straight now and hadn't told a soul, so when the opportunity presented itself the words just blurted out.
     
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    Whoever this man was he seemed to have... normal issues. Which was always something interesting to Jo. Normal people were sort of weird for her. Normal people with normal lives and normal worries. With things like buying a house. Not something that Jo had ever worried about. She was currently renting. Most of Pandora was renting as buying houses was normally outside of their pockets. She had put everything into her bar and while she had a place to herself, it was still... not quite home yet.

    Of course there were other things to consider. Other things that would weigh on everyone's minds here in Pandora. How could Jo blame anyone else for having similar thoughts to her own? "Moving into a house without telling him first may be... a little extremep." Bartenders gave advice right? Except Jo didn't have any experience in that direction either. No stable boyfriend, until Bellamy, and their relationship wasn't exactly normal either. She had been kidnapped by his leader and somewhat tortured for a bit. Dramatic yes, but they were working out most details.

    "But if he loved it, then maybe not a horrible idea." She chuckled slightly, knowing that her own humor was a little dry compared to most others. She waved off his comment about being boring. That wasn't a big deal here. It wasn't like Jo had a thousand customers she had to help and wait on. Homestead was still building up a reputation of its own. "I assume y'all are serious enough for... a house?" Living together was probably a good indicator but again, Jo didn't know enough about relationships to play a guessing game. She wanted to be a good bar owner. She wanted this to be a good place. So she was going to try and give this dark haired man some damn good advice so he'd come back for more than just beer.
     
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    Normal. If Magnus stopped to think about anything going on in his life 'normal' was far from the first word that would come to mind. Here he was, taking a break from running a business he had no real experience running, and helping with a magical library, in a world he was taken into against his will and trapped in, and he was actually considering settling in enough to get a house, of all things. That was the least normal series of events to befall the warlock in quite a few centuries, which was saying something.

    And when the woman behind the bar agreed that moving into a house without telling Alec first might be a bit 'extreme', his heart sank. He took a much longer sip of his drink, looking down at the now half-empty glass for only a moment of consideration before downing the rest in one go. "I'm going to need another one of these," he said, pausing just a moment before adding. "...hold the 'sour'." Yes. Just whiskey, because that was a healthy way to think about major life choices. Not that the alcohol would have much of an effect on him, being both a Downworlder and incredibly tolerant of any alcohol effects after this many years of drinking.

    He ignored the first two statements and decided to skip ahead to answering her question first. "We are," he admitted. "And honestly, the house itself is smaller than most of the apartments we were considering. But it was Alec's favorite." Who was he trying to convince, the bartender or himself?
     
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    Although Jo didn't know the details of the man's life, she felt it was safe to assume somethings. Because he was thinking so carefully on what he was doing, mostly. Caring about what he was saying was something entirely different though. Due to her determination of being a good bar owner, she was putting some effort in here, but Jo didn't want to led the man astray. Even though her words seemed to hit the wrong mark, Jo felt alright since she had been truthful.

    Frankly Jo was going to knock at least one drink off his tab even if it wasn't something that was "good" for business. Getting the hang of being a bar owner was going to be a tricky business for Jo in general. Her skills lay in much different directions. Ignoring a slight look from another patron, the blonde poured out a healthy amount of whiskey into the glass for the man.

    "Just being wary of the possible outcomes is probably best in this case." Killing him with kindness wasn't going to do the man any good. Long standing "regulars" were going to be built on honest advice and good drinks. Money was going to flow after that point, at least if Jo remembered to keep her mother's advice in mind. No point in throwing all that experience out the window if Jo could help it, right?

    "Only you know best what he might like." People back home might have been bothered by the fact that he was dating a man because she was from the deep mid-west and those sorts of things weren't considered "normal". Quite a difference from a vampire or a werewolf though, so Jo didn't give two shits. Really the blonde couldn't have cared less as long as no one was murdering anyone else or hurting her Homestead. "Soon enough you'll know if you were right or wrong." The man was just dwelling on it which wouldn't do him any good.

    Unless Jo was wrong, she had to bring him out of the dumps that she had put him in. Very carefully otherwise she would do more damage than harm. "When are you telling him?" Xanthic beer was the next on the list to put away. You couldn't quite tell where the beer was from planet wise, but Jo had heard good things about it. Zagging across the bar she moved to put it all away, all while keeping an eye out for Magnus' reply.
     
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    Magnus watched as the bartender poured him the whiskey, going a bit beyond where he expected her to stop at what a more 'normal' pour would've been. He smiled, taking the glass with a look that acknowledged the small favor. It wasn't like she had to worry about him getting drunk - mundane alcohol had much less of an effect on him than it would a regular person, but she didn't know that. It would probably take the entire bottle she had behind the counter for him to even become tipsy.

    "Thanks," he said again, raising the glass up in a small little salute to her before almost immediately taking a sip... but a normal sip this time, not downing his drink in one go the way he had a moment ago.

    "It probably wouldn't hurt to have a back-up plan," Magnus admitted. Perhaps only mostly securing the place but not actually signing them into anything without Alec fully on board. Or stalling with the woman he was buying it off of for just a few more days to properly decide, even though she said that someone else was interested in it, and while he was almost certain it was just a realtor scare-tactic... he also wasn't entirely positive it wasn't. After all, Pandora was growing by the day, and who was to say that the house would still be available in a week or two. And what if the other interested parties had the same holiday-related idea as he did, to use the house as a sort of gift to themselves?

    He was a bit lost in his own thoughts again and almost missed her question as she grabbed a beer and walked off a bit, still looking his way as he replied. "Christmas. I know, I know, you don't have to say it." He knew it was silly and cliche to wait until the holiday and use the surprise as a present, but there was just something about Alexander that made him want to be sappy and cliche around these sorts of occasions. It'd been a long time since he felt that way. "At least, like you said, I'll know soon enough." Christmas was, after all, only 3 days away.
     
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    It was the least that Jo could do. She wasn't entirely sure if she was going to get the hang of being a bar owner or even a bar tender to people who weren't hunters. Hunters were far more rough around the edges than normal people ever were and Jo was still pretty convinced that the man across the bar from her was normal. He had done nothing to suggest otherwise. His look may have been city slick compared to what Jo was use to but she didn't judge a book by its cover in that manner.

    But back up plans were the best way to go about life in general. She grinned slightly at those words because they were the exact sort of thing that she liked to talk about. You always needed a back up plan. "I mean selling it shouldn't be too hard as long as it's a nice place. You can always just use it for profit. Use to be that people could buy and flip a house in a couple of months and make some good money off it." At least back home but Jo didn't see why it couldn't be a back up plan for this man if his partner didn't like the house. They could always fix it up and sell it to someone else. Could make a pretty penny like that.

    The blonde chuckled a bit at his words though. Christmas was a little cheesy but that was alright. Sentiment and all. It was always nice to give someone you cared about a nice gift on Christmas. The problem was setting the bar rather high. How were you supposed to top that kind of gift the next year round?

    "Well. Good luck either way." He'd end up alright one way or another, hopefully. Funny how easy it was to be normal around normal people. At least when you were just concentrating on being a bar owner instead of anything else. Jo almost felt... normal. Fuck that was weird.
     
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    If only the woman behind the bar had any idea the sorts of things that Magnus had seen - the lives he lead, the battles he took part in, the demons and creatures he bore witness to... he was far more like the clientele she was used to dealing with than she knew. But right now, sitting here with his drink and his current concerns, there was nothing to hint at the life he lead or the powers he had. Right now he was just a guy who wasn't sure if he was overdoing a surprise or not, someone with very mundane concerns that, honestly, were more foreign to him than he cared to admit.

    "I like the way you think," he said, already feeling a little more reassured as he considered the number of options he had if he was overstepping, if he was reading the situation wrong and Alec ended up not wanting to move into the house at all... Or, the more likely concern, not liking the sudden surprise of having the house, even though they both agreed they liked it and were looking to move sooner rather than later out of the hotel.

    "Thanks," he said to the woman behind the bar, and his words were sincere. "This was much more helpful than talking circles around myself." Talking this out with someone else, even if it was just him rambling a bit over a few drinks to a stranger, did help. Even if he wasn't any more sure now than he was before, he was at least more confident that if it didn't turn out quite like he imagined it wasn't going to be the end of the world. Perhaps a bit awkward, but nothing he couldn't work around. "...maybe one more of these for the road." He said, placing his glass down and seeing that he finished the dark liquid without realizing it.
     
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    Talking to yourself could be useful sometimes but when you were just tracing circles on the same issue, only another person could do. Which was one thing that bartenders had to adapt to right? Liquor could easily loosen tongues to the point where the person speaking didn't even know what they were talking about. Jo had seen that a number of times. It just felt a little different when you were the owner of the bar you were in. Wanting to make a better impression than before because this wasn't your mother's bar. It wasn't like it had it's own reputation or regulars yet.

    "Welcome down anytime." She poured him another drink before wiping down the empty spot next to his and going to grab the bill. That was typically what that saying meant right? One more before they got out of there. Whatever he decided to do the blonde hoped that the dark haired man would be able to settle his mind on what he wanted to do.

    From there it would be a simple wave as the man left and then making sure the til was paid and everything else was taken care of. At least, unless the man had anything else to say before he left.
     
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    This wasn't his first time stopping into The Homestead, and he doubted it would be his last. Especially not after having this nice little chat with the bartender - whose name he realized now he never even got, and suddenly wondered if on his way out was too late to make introductions, or if it would seem weird. Perhaps he could simply get it next time.

    "I'm sure I'll take you up on that offer," he told her with a smile, not taking any time at all in getting to his third drink while she cleaned the space next to him, left with the stains of class marks from the person before him. "If only to let you know how everything plays out." He added with a small smile. After her advice, well, it only seemed fair that he come back to fill her in on how it all ended up happening, no matter what he decided, and no matter how Alec might react.

    Glancing at the bill set in front of him he had the sneaking suspicion that it was a little less than it probably should've been, but instead of questioning it he simply left a rather sizable tip, mostly in thanks for the advice. He imagined it was a lot of what she did as a bartender, listening to people drink and complain about their problems, but it wasn't something that Magnus often did himself and he certainly appreciated it, even if she was only listening because she had to.

    Without another word he finished off the last glass, grabbed his bag from the back of the chair, and headed home with no little amount of thinking left to do before the next day's decision.
     
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