here is a door

[alicornucopia]

And now this door is not itself any longer, not quite.

Comments

[alicornucopia]

Arbitrarily in theory; in practice limited by your ability to communicate your preferences using a common reference frame.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"If I say, some of my wife's blood before she was turned, can you do that?"

[alicornucopia]

Not knowing your wife or having her or some of her blood here to look at, alas, I cannot.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"What about some of my blood from before I was turned? I've never tasted that."

[alicornucopia]

A wineglass appears with the requested blood. Enjoy.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Thank you." sip "Mm, nice. Not as good as Klaudia's, but still, very nice."

[cross_and_bow]

The door opens.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Oh, hello. Come on, sit down. It doesn't look like there's a bartender, but the bar--itself? Herself? Himself? The bar is sentient, and communicates by napkin!" Gloria waves her handful of napkins."

[cross_and_bow]

Herself, says the Bar, thank you.

"...Okay," says the newcomer, "that's, not actually literally the weirdest thing I've seen all week, but it's stiff competition."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"That was my reaction, when I came in! I mean, it was slightly less odd because I was trying to get into a bar anyway, but still."

[cross_and_bow]

"I was trying to get out of a nest of demons that I've finally cleared out, and this should have led to the back of the dollar store they were hiding out behind."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Oh."
Her smile falters.
"You're a monster hunter, then?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Not the term I'd use, but when some lizard critters are sacrificing progressively larger numbers of progressively larger vertebrates to their dark pantheon - especially when they have gotten as far as 'sixteen assorted dogs' and aren't slowing down - they are being monsters and I take it upon myself to hunt them."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Huh. I don't think I'd heard of any creepy lizard cults, which is probably a good thing. Kudos for fixing the problem before it got too public." She toasts her with her glass and takes another sip.

[cross_and_bow]

"Nobody wants public. I don't think there are very many creepy lizard cults. I've never met one before."

She approaches the bar. She's wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she's slightly scuffed in places, and she has a cross on a necklace.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Yes, quite. Public brings all sorts of trouble."
Gloria's wearing a red dress that looks like something out of a particularly anachronistic Ren Faire, or possibly a particularly ornate LARP.

[cross_and_bow]

"Nice dress." The bar offers Bella a drink. "Um, cherry milkshake." She receives a cherry milkshake. Slurp.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Thanks. I run a club, and I was headed in to work when this place decided to happen instead."

[cross_and_bow]

"Where at? I'm pretty sure you don't operate the Bronze, and I don't think my town has any other clubs. Weird space-warping bar."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"It's called the Monster Mash. Horribly cheesy, I know, my wife never gets tired of reminding me."

[cross_and_bow]

"So the question is do you have that song playing all the time, or do you just constantly get requests for it?"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Gloria laughs. "We play all kinds of kitschy Halloween-type music. There was actually a period of about a month a little while ago where the DJ literally was not allowed to play that one because everyone else on staff was sick of it."

[cross_and_bow]

Giggle.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

sip
"So what do you do when you're not enacting vigilante justice? I'm guessing you're probably still in school, judging by your apparent age."

[cross_and_bow]

"Yeah, the tyrrany of compulsory education, that's my weekdays."