party post } { drinks are on me

[bravebartender]

So the thing about wishing for home and accidentally winding up with your place of employment is that that employment can now transfer to Teleios. Cami's had Rousseau's for about six months now, and she's managed to change it into the place that Sophie and Jane Anne loved to something that's a little more something of Teleios, even if she kept a lot of the New Orleans flair. It's something she couldn't bring herself to take away, that memory of home, even if she's far, far away.

The upper floors have been modified into a small loft for her and Hope, something simple and comfortable that's currently loaded with baby toys because when you're being spoiled by your Aunt Cami, you can never have too many. She still doesn't know why Hope came with her when she was brought into Teleios, but she is going to do everything in her power to keep her safe until Klaus our Hayley get here. It's not much power, given the measly human of it all, but that's why she hires attractive, strapping supernatural gentlemen to do her dirty work for her.

Currently she's behind the bar, with Hope in her playpen that she worked in there, just so she can keep an eye on her. She's more than willing to pour you a drink, listen to your troubles and woes and make sure that you leave her bar with your mind feeling a little lighter. After all, there's nothing more dangerous than a bartender who also happens to be a psychologist. She'll get what you're worried about out of you sooner or later.

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[phased]

Connor notes that her reaction isn't one of incredulity - though he supposes the fact they're all here in Teleios means nothing seems quite as far-fetched anymore. Still, he relaxes at how positive her response seems to be, running his finger gently down the goat's back.

And then a frown.

"It's ... just a goat." Not a shapeshifter or anything. "But it seems committed to keeping an eye on you."

[loveproblems]

"That's what I thought." She makes a face at the goat, unable to do anything ruder because Ingrid is a delicate flower. Even though her mouth turns down into a brief, grumpy frown, it doesn't reach her tone. "I think Thor sent him after to me. To... keep an eye on me."

She'd had an inkling, but now that Connor has confirmed the goat is looking after her, she seems more settled in her deduction.

[phased]

"Thor, like the agent Thor?"

Connor's eyebrows climb upward in curiosity. He hasn't been here long enough to meet all too many of the gods, but he's enough of a nerd - never like Logan, but enough of one - to know his mythology.

[loveproblems]

"Yes!" She seems pleased that he recognizes the name, but she shouldn't be so surprised, really. He is an agent after all.

"I'm from Asgard. Or --" She waves a hand before reaching down to gently nudge the goat away from her skirt again. GOAT PLS. "-- I was born there."

[phased]

He doesn't ask what the difference is.

Connor was born in England, but if anyone asks, he's from Chicago. He's a bit of a nerd, though, so you can almost see his eyes light up, however subtle. It's always the subtlety with him. "You've been to Asgard. You've met Thor. With like, the hammer and everything."

Please tell him you've tried (however fruitlessly) to lift it up, Ingrid.

[loveproblems]

"My Asgard is different from this Asgard." And honestly, she doesn't remember hers very well. "But I have met Thor, both of them."

She has not tried to lift the hammer, sadly. Too busy trying to not, you know, die and stuff.