monkeybars | party post } { drinks are on me

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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Ho hum. Ingrid is the last person one would expect to find in a bar, they were always Freya's haunt, but as her younger sister isn't here, Ingrid occasionally dips inside for the nostalgia. Today just happened to be a crummy day at the library because the goat that has been following her around for a week decided to eat some of the books. What kind of animal would deface a book!

Well... the animal kind... you know what, he should know better anyway.

The goat has followed her into the bar as well, aimlessly chewing at the hem of her dress, unmindful of the way she's trying to gently nudge him away with her foot. Go away goat. She is not making satyr babies with you! Stop it! This will keep up while she tries to read her book, sipping at a beer, until she can't stand it and goes home. Where presumably, the goat will pick the lock and try to eat her couch again.

Sigh.

There really are so many Hales, tho.

Connor's one of the more quiet ones. He's a lot harder to read than his brothers, but he isn't necessarily antisocial, either. You just never really know what's going on in his head. If it wasn't for Ethan, he wouldn't be half at the bar half as much as he truly is, but Ethan always has been the social butterfly.

It's the goat he notices first.

"Yours?" he asks. He never has seen a goat for a pet before. Always a first time for everything.

"No." She doesn't look up from her book at first, finishing her sentence before looking up with a friendly smile. "He's been following me around for a week. I think he's a gift."

Or a stalker. It's not like the Zeus angle hasn't escaped her, she's just choosing to believe that the goat is just a goat and not a person. There is creepy and then there is disguised as an animal creepy.

That goat better be a goat! It's seen her in the shower.

"Hi."

"Hi there."

Connor's from Chicago.

This means he almost always assumes an animal could also be a person. Shapeshifters are common in his world, and he should know; he is one. Sort of. He returns the friendly smile, albeit his is more reserved. There's something about his presence that is intense, even if he presents himself as a subdued persona. Just something boiling underneath the surface.

"This may sound weird, but I could probably tell you whether or not he's a gift. I can, ah, communicate with animals."

It does sound weird, but instead of looking at him like he's a weirdo, her face lights up with interest and curiosity, her inquisitiveness physically pulling her to lean forward toward Connor.

"Really?" She can as well, but she needs the aid of a spell, one she has to write from scratch, something she's still working on. "Feel free to, if you'd like."

Unfortunately, it's just a goat. Thinking goat thoughts. And spelled to keep an eye on her, like she is it's baby goat. It's strange, human shaped baby goat.

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."

"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.

"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.

"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."

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.

"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.

"That is a goat."

That is not the witty comment that Cami was going for on her way back to the bar with her tray of empty drinks, but that is the comment that is made, up until the point Cami realizes how rude that was and shakes her head in response.

"Sorry, that was ... obvious." It's not every day you see a goat in a bar, okay? "Do you work in the stables? Because I think there's a comment to be made about your work following you home."

"Yeah, sorry, if I didn't let him follow me in he would have smashed the door down, so I thought... less destruction would be better." A sheepish smile tugs at her lips. There was another question there, but she focused on the goat first.

"I work in the library, actually, which makes the goat a little bit of a problem."

"I appreciate not destroying my bar." She lets her hand rest gently on top of it before nodding her agreement. "It's managed to stand the test of Teleios so far, I would hate for it to have been brought down by a goat."

If anything, it would have been a very interesting Achilles heel.

"That would be particularly catastrophic." And kind of sad, really. "I think he'll be fine as long as he can see me."

She nods in agreement, before glancing over to the top of the bar to look at him again. "Think he wants a bowl of water or something?"

"...He might? You know, I don't actually know anything about caring for goats. He sort of just takes care of himself. Eating my couch and dresses and books. I never thought to actually feed or water him."

She's smart, but she was distracted by THE GOAT EATING HER COUCH, which is not unreasonable.

She laughs a bit at that, before nodding and going to grab a bowl from behind the bar. "One bowl of water, coming up. And, you know, if you got him actual hay to feed him, he might stop eating everything else."

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