Take Back The Night

[shifting]

Who: Merlotte's employees & EVERYBODY
When: Wednesday night
Where: Merlotte's
Summary: A night to mingle at Merlotte's~ Good food, good drink, good music and good people await.
Warnings: idk. This is just a MINGLE POST, full o' action tags. Tag around, baby, and thread-hopping is ~highly encouraged~ There will be bouncers at the door checking ages. Characters 17+ can buy drinks; characters 13-16 will be hand-stamped to show they can't purchase or drink alcohol; characters 12 and under will only be let in with a guardian.
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[There are drinks, roving spotlights and an all-girls punk band on stage called the "Rotgut Rockers" (and there are private rooms if any of the above start to irritate). Eat, drink, and enjoy the night, children of Siren's Port -

- Tonight, it's yours.]

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[doeswhathewants]

[A small flipping of his hand, from palm down to palm up, a roll of the eyes] More like manipulating into doing as I wanted with a small reward of some Midgardian country that I did not care for.

He is famous where you are from as well?

[allucinator]

[Well, that went better than expected. Jack relaxes and leans in, fascinated.]

Yeah. But as a, a, a legend, not a real person! Did it work, you and him?

[doeswhathewants]

Immortal, but that ought to make you more attractive to vampires, ought it not?

[Nope, hasn't forgotten.]

Ah- no. It was more complicated than he and I, there were many others involved. So many egos, it was as herding cats with super powers. But it was fun.

[allucinator]

Well, they don't know I'm immortal, so keep that to yourself.

Who else?

[doeswhathewants]

How are you immortal, though?

[Curiosity, because Jack does seem human.]

Norman Osborn- Harry's father. Quite mad, that fellow- easily manipulated. He wanted the United States, and got it, for a time. Namor, he wanted the oceans. Doom, we returned his kingdom, then opted out. Rather clever, that one. Took my- ah- DNA and attempted to clone me for a time. There were others, but that is neither here nor there.

[allucinator]

Jesus. Thank Christ that ain't my world, that's all I'm sayin'.

[Jack glances around, trying to see if anyone is paying them any attention-- but no, they're mostly alone for the moment. Grabbing a knife off his belt, Jack holds his hand out palm up on the bar.]

Watch close, okay? I ain't doin' this more'n once.

[Without a wince Jack cuts a deep scratch across his palm. Blood wells up-- and then sucks back in as the wound seals itself up. Jack shivers.]

It's down to cell regeneration, as I understand.

[doeswhathewants]

The plans were thwarted. Mostly. Eventually. And there is an abundance of heroes in my world.

[He leans in, then closer when the blood sucks back in, grabbing for Jack's hand with his own to touch and prod at the closed skin.]

That is- spectacular!

[allucinator]

[Despite himself, Jack smiles.]

It's got its uses, yeah.

[doeswhathewants]

So- [Lets go of Jack's hand and crosses his arms on the bar top, leaning forward.]

You will be young forever, this exact age? Never sick, never dying?

[allucinator]

Never sick or dyin', anyway.

[He swallows, looking a little pale.]

We dunno if I age real slow or just don't age at all.

[doeswhathewants]

[Considers that a little more and tips his head]

Is Alice likewise immortal?

I should think that would be hard, never changing, even as everyone else around you does.

[allucinator]

[He gives a little shrug.]

Who knows how much longer I'll stay here? No use in worryin' about that sorta stuff if it ain't even comin' true yet.

[doeswhathewants]

[Mirrors the shrug]

I guess. [Then brightens] You could always come to my world. Lots of immortals there.

[allucinator]

[Which makes a pleased smile spring to his face.]

If they figure out a way that we can go from world to world, you better bet I'll visit yours. Meet your brother and everythin'.

[doeswhathewants]

Once this whole Core problem is solved, moving between universes ought not be so difficult. Ah! I imagine everyone would be able to keep in touch and visit.

[allucinator]

That's the plan, mate. And it sure would solve everybody's romance problems.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah- I'm fairly certain that is how worlds are destroyed and ancient prophecies of destruction are fulfilled.

[allucinator]

What, really? And I told you, I don't believe in prophecies.

[doeswhathewants]

Maybe.

Perhaps those things do not exist in your world, but the are quite constraining in my own, at times.

[allucinator]

[He scowls again, but waves a hand.]

Don't much matter. Oye, I had a question bout your powers, speakin' o' worlds. Theoretically, right, could you turn somebody-- me-- into a dog, but I could still keep me mind? And change back?

[doeswhathewants]

[Drums his fingers on the bar top, thoughtfully.] Oh yes, quite easily. There would still be instincts, of course- dog instincts.

[allucinator]

[He gives a little shrug.]

Easy. But . . . I mean--

[He looks nearly embarrassed.]

If it's too hard or somethin', I won't ask for it.

[doeswhathewants]

[Loki leaned in slightly across the bar, towards Jack] I'll tell you a secret, but you can't let anyone else know, okay?

[allucinator]

Go on.

[doeswhathewants]

Well- [He dropped his voice to a stage whisper and purposefully knocked over his drink.] I'm a god.

[With a twist of his hand, green light limned both the spilled drink and the cup, turning the spilled drink into a small white mouse and the cup into a green snake. The mouse fled a few feet down the bar before the snake struck, spearing the mouse on fangs, then swallowing him in gulps. With a fat lump stretching a section of muscle and scales, it slithered back over to stop in front of Loki and with another twist of his hand, a green spark of light, the cup with drink inside was before him again and no sign of the snake.] You see?