GP/EP: Check-In Day: Turning Tricks into Treats

[st_alksthroughwalls]

Instead of the remains of a raucous night of dedicated drinking, the chairs were up on the tables, the counter was cleaned, the floor had been vacuumed and mopped as appropriate. Kitty had had plenty of time to straighten up at close yesterday, since almost everyone seemed more interested in drinking in Bonesville. For her part, she'd had enough after her and Wyatt's little adventure in Funland. At least, she'd had enough for the few days it would take her to heal.

On the upside, that made opening up this morning easy and fast. On the downside, it meant she had an entire day with not much to distract her from wondering when Barrel of Fun would lock down access to the outside and why it couldn't open onto a world with higher tech. She had managed to scavenge some computer circuitry and cell phones, but she hadn't worked out how they'd solve her current tech problem yet.

If Dot were still here, she'd be baking for Halloween. Even if they'd had to explain Halloween to her, she'd be making cookies and candy and cakes, and probably sewing costumes, too. Those thoughts summoned a wistful sigh from Kitty while she took down the chairs. She was still sighing when she finished refreshing her stock of cut up fruit.

By mid-afternoon, she'd put away a pot and a half of coffee, she was practically vibrating, and a buzz-by from Caroline prompted an amazing idea. Why not spend the afternoon testing Halloween and Thanksgiving cocktails, to help turn the arrival trick of Check-In Day on the 1st into, well, a little bit of a treat? So it was that the new arrivals, two days earlier than expected, found the bar counter covered with spooky and kooky and dry-ice steamy drinks and Kitty literally spinning between her coffee cup and the next bright green, weirdly black, or pumpkin orange drink.

[ooc: find Kitty making any of these or drinking yet another cup of coffee, she's OTA]

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Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

"What would that look like?" Now was she was curious in spite of herself. One of the reasons magic stayed hidden was that it wasn't generally susceptible to scientific proof. It left nothing that could be tested.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"I don't believe in this, ask somebody who does," Jackson pointed out. It wasn't as if he believed that scientific proof of such a thing could exist, because 'such a thing' could not exist either.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

Although part of her wanted to push, to ask him to humor her, because Dyson had been talking to that brunette entirely too long for her taste, Regina didn't. It wouldn't be kind, and Captain Jackson would be here plenty long enough to learn magic was real.

"Should you change your mind, I'd be willing to put my magic to whatever test you design." Assuming of course it was something her magic was capable of to begin with. "For now, another drink?"

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"You got magic?" Jackson asked, looking at her as shrewdly as possible given how much he'd been drinking. His interest was piqued, now, in a way that (temporarily, anyway) made him set alcohol aside.

Figuratively speaking; he was keeping that bottle close.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

"I do," Regina replied evenly, although it felt strange to do so. Admitting to having magic openly like she'd just done was a new thing. So was not correcting his grammar.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"It ain't some kind've... makin' me feel things sort've magic, is it?" he asked, after his conversation with the so-called Fae, earlier.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

The amused look in her dark eyes and the sultry turn of her smile suggested that she could make him feel a lot of things, with or without magic. "It doesn't have to be."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

Now that was the sort of look that would've made Jackson perk up in a hot second, before his reconciliation with Susan. As it was, he still thought, Oh, darlin', everywhere I'd want to put my mouth on you, but it was a drunken, amused, and very hypothetical kind of thought. He shook his head to clear it away, although he still looked amused - at himself, mostly - as he asked, "What kind've thing do you do, then?"

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina caught a hint of the vibe from Captain Jackson--and didn't mind in the slightest. She hadn't dressed as she did for people not to notice. "I'm..." Her lips pressed and her eyes sparkled. "Versatile." And she paused just long enough for the playful innuendo to settle before continuing, "For example, dessert. Do you have favorite?"

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

Not so long ago, he would've made a very different answer to that question, leading as it was. His moustache twitched with amusement, but he went with the literal answer all the same. "How about some bread and butter pudding?" He'd gotten fond of it over the past couple of years.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina nodded at Kitty to get her attention. When the young woman came over, Regina asked her, "Do we have any 'bread and butter pudding'?"

Kitty's brow furrowed. "What's that?"

"A really simple bread pudding," Regina replied.

"Oh. No. But I could ask Ignis how long it would take to make it?"

"No. That's all right. Thank you," she said in a way that clearly indicated Kitty was dismissed.

She turned to Captain Jackson again with a polite smile. "Would you like to search me or will you take my word for it that I'm not carrying bread and butter pudding?"

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

Jackson gave her a look-over. "Darlin', I don't know where you'd be hidin' it."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

At that, Regina laughed, a low, warm, husky chuckle that sounded like magic if magic had a sound. She showed him both hands and put the left one firmly on the counter. With the right, she made a gesture somewhere between opening a cupboard and 'tada' and in her hand appeared a plate with bread and butter pudding and a fork -- as she remembered it, so perhaps not precisely what he knew, but close. She set it down in front of him and said, "Bon appétit."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"That's a nice trick," Jackson stated, eyebrows raised. Yeah, he was impressed. Still didn't believe it was magic, he'd seen plenty illusions in his time. But impressed. Especially about how she could've guessed that'd be the dessert he'd go for. He picked up the fork, curious to see if it would taste like the pudding, too. He took a bite, then nodded sideways with a purse of his lips. "Close enough."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

Watching Dyson talking to the brunette was putting her in a perverse and peevish mood. The sort that made her willing to show off with magic when she shouldn't. "Anything else I can get you while I'm taking orders?"

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Hmm." Jackson made a show of thinking it over, tapping the fork tines against his lips - mostly because with how much he'd been drinking, he was thinking more slowly than usual. "How 'bout... a new hat?" He tilted his head towards the one on the counter. "This one's seen a lotta better days."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

The hat wasn't a familiar style, but that hardly mattered. With a model right there in front of her, it was simplicity itself to produce another with a wave of a hand. "Like so."

The limitations on Regina's ability to produce something out of nothing had more to do with the cost of the magic than the thing itself. But for small things, she could take the cost on herself. Today, at least.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

Jackson took it from her with a perplexed frown, and he poked and prodded at the hat as if it was going to prove to be something else altogether. He tried it on, and grimaced, taking it off immediately. "Bit too tight for me, darlin', but I'm suitably impressed. How'd you do that?" he asked, holding the hat back out to her.

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

Hm. Regina took the hat and considered fussing with it to make it the correct size, but for the moment, he didn't seem interested. "Magic. The how of it..." She lifted a single shoulder in an elegant shrug. "Some requires spellcraft, some potions, and some is innate. Most magic must be performed by those who have an affinity for it."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"And that's what you've got," Jackson concluded, going along with it. Why not? He'd be gone in the morning, and there would be no more Fae or half-Elves or magic. "An affinity."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

"A sorceress for a mother--" a dragon and an imp for a teacher, "and years of training and practice." She turned the hat in her hands, wondering at herself, and trying not to wonder at what Dyson and the woman were talking about. "What do you do?"

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"I work for the police, in London," Jackson replied, scratching at the back of his head for a moment. "Scientific examiner. Mostly a lotta dead bodies."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

Of course he was. Regina resisted the impulse to look at Dyson until she said, "The pantsless wonder is a cop. And Dr. Butters is a medical examiner. Odo is a security officer."

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_illfleshandblood]

"There any kind of policin' goin' around here?" Jackson asked. He didn't even know how many people were here, but before he could ask any more questions, he reminded himself that he would be gone in the morning. That he didn't trust any of this, or any of 'em. So what was the point in asking?

Re: Jackson - OTA

[st_oriedqueen]

"There isn't much need in a community this size," Regina replied. "But we try to stay prepared for any eventuality." She and Caroline did, anyhow. And they'd roped Dr. Butters and Brother Kashaw into it now, too.