(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[icyspicy]

That’s what I figured.

[ He plunks a hand on his friend’s shoulder. ]

I hope you’ll forgive me for forcing the issue, regardless. I can’t very well go out and see everything the city has to offer by myself, now can I?

[immortalpoet]

You could. But then again, you need someone to blabber to, don't you?

[Anyone else, he'd mean this sincerely, but there's a wry tone to it here that is clearly him teasing.]

Where do you want to go?

[icyspicy]

I do love to blabber.

[ A chuckle. He knows Vergilius is joking, and as ever, he finds his dry wit quite funny. ]

I heard someone going on about an "ice bar" and I have to admit I'm curious.

[immortalpoet]

An "ice bar"...

[Yeah, he has no idea what that is.]

If they're really just serving ice and nothing else, I'm leaving.

[icyspicy]

It wouldn't be much of a bar, now would it?

[ After a bit of asking around (which is maybe a little more difficult than it needs to be with Vergilius looming in the background), they are ushered to an establishment that doesn't seem all that out of the ordinary at first glance, though there's no bar to be seen. Just a receptionist desk.

At which, they are given a pair of heavy coats and some gloves. ??? ]

Aren't we in a desert?

[immortalpoet]

[Vergilius makes no movement to be less intimidating whatsoever. Let people give their ice bar information with red-eyed Mads Mikkelsen standing over the other's shoulder.]

[Finding it is one thing. Figuring out what is happening when he takes the coat and gloves is...another.]

That...we are. Please tell me the bar isn't made of ice. That would be ludicrous.

[icyspicy]

Do you think that’s really it?

[ Winter seems excited by comparison (not that it would take much to seem excited by comparison). A whole bar made of ice sounds so novel! And guess what, that’s exactly the case.

Once they’re appropriately bundled, they’re ushered back into a room carved entirely from ice. Bar and glasses for drinks and chairs and tables included. ]

Ohhh.

[ He can see his breath!! ]

[immortalpoet]

[...]



[..............................He really was joking what the FUCK.]

[He's standing in place for a moment because maybe this is like. A hologram? But no. It's cold.]

Even the chairs?

[icyspicy]

I hope you're not fond of having feeling in your arse!

[ Winter thinks this is very funny and novel. He's going to grab Verg by the arm and drag him over to the bar. No escape. ]

[immortalpoet]

[WHYYYYYYY]

[here is sitting on the FUCKING ICE CHAIR okay good lord he is going to close his eyes a little exasperated]

I do like having feeling in general, thanks. [ugh] Why would someone think of this?

[icyspicy]

Probably because we're in the midst of a desert and that makes the experience more novel?

[ Prods him with his elbow a little. ]

Chin up, my friend. We can have a drink or two and then find more normal climes for the rest of the evening. How does that sound?

[immortalpoet]

[pats away that elbow a little >://////]

.....Fine. Drinks it is. You can order. Just nothing too...weird, okay? Though...this is you we're talking about.

[icyspicy]

Do you think my taste in alcohol is just as exotic as the rest of me?

[ A low chuckle. He reaches over to pluck the menu from where it rests on the table. The cocktails are the usual fare for this world. They just come in glasses made of ice. ]

There's nothing too strange on offer, anyway. You can rest easy.

[immortalpoet]

Maybe you drink octopus juice. How would I know.

[GIVEN...TENTACLES......SIR.....]

[time to look at the menu...it fees weird to do it in mitts]

Just whiskey for me, then. I like them strong.

[icyspicy]

Don't you think it would be a bit weird to consume octopus all the time when I'm practically part octopus myself?

[ SIR!!! ]

I hope you don't mind whiskey on the rocks. I don't think it comes any other way here.

[immortalpoet]

Maybe your friend appreciates a little cannibalism.

[Look,]

Sure. Of course it does. Maybe next time we can get it flambe at the fire bar.

[icyspicy]

[ The flattest look. Stop making assumptions about his patron! ]

Let's save the fire bar for when we're in a colder clime, hm?

[immortalpoet]

[He's smirking.]

Now, now, we're going to jinx it. Next we'll wake up in a winter wonderland. I'm blaming you.