13738/A Cat Walks Into A Bar (okay...club)

A Cat Walks Into A Bar (okay...club)
Date of Scene:	19 August 2021
Location:	Club Mjolnir, Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Hela, Ivory

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Hela has posed:
Club Mjolnir is a rather successful themed club in Hell's Kitchen, created by Elle AKA Miracle Elle, and has been growing in popularity since her move to the US for it's fun atmosphere, and the chance to experience something entirely different.

Elle herself was in today, overseeing the staff caring for the patrons, from a place at the edge of the bar, amusingly enough set as a Jarl's throne. It is oft used in such events as Jarl For A Day the club occasional throws around.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory stretches a little as they walk into a bar. For some reason, they have chosen a kilt they combined with high black leather boots and a jeans jacket with a white persian cat sitting in a Wendelhelmet like that'd be a boat. A few moments they skim the room, then brush through the hair to ruffle it up at above where their ears should be. Should be, because they seem to be gone the moment the hand lets the hair go, a pair of feline ears flicking free of the white mane pulled into a ponytail.

After a moment or three more, they walk over to the bar, smiling as they order a mead.

Hela has posed:
Elle looks curiously at the apparent mutant who just walked into Club Mjolnir, not necessarily for the feline features, as much as the magic aura easily readable about the person. For the time being she only observes from afar, trying perhaps to discern a particular school of magic that aura relates to.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory settles on one of the barstools, taking their glass of sweet brewery product. A moment they savor the smell, then partake in a sip of it. Not a big one, but one that ends in a smile and a little chuckle.

Hela has posed:
Elle just so happens to get up and meander in the general direction of Ivory, studying the feline touched closely. Giving the option to speak or remain quiet, as for now, she just observes.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory takes another sip from the glass, turning around to gae to the dance floor, once more brushing through their hair, though it is all tied in the ponytail. "hmmm, Too bad that thunderer isn't there, he was a good dance..." they mutter more to themselves.

Hela has posed:
"You're familiar with our God of Thunder...?" Elle seems most curious at that quip from the feline, "how do you come to know a God...?" She muses, not yet asking directly about Ivory's magic.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory blinks as she taps the counter. "Familiar? Who's not familiar with who Thor is? I mean, he's like in the newspapers once a week or such. But knowing? Hard to say I know him well, but..." A moment they chuckle and tap the counter, almost invitingly. "This very establishment had a party to honor Carol some two years ago. Like, it was her birthday and kiiiind of public. Well, and he did dance with every female there. God, he has a cute butt."

Hela has posed:
"Many are not, you'd be surprised how forgotten the Old Ways are..." Elle muses, smiling faintly at Ivory. "Is that so? How many know him for who he truly is...? Beyond a mere Avenger as it were?" She nods at the mention of Carol, "another Avenger, I remember...it always is a pleasure when Thor graces us with his mighty presence."

She says nothing to the remark of a god's posterior.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory shrugs some at the question who he truely is. "I guess you'd have to ask that an Avenger or whoever is with him in some time. Maybe ask some relative? I mean, if he has any here..." A few moments they seem to ponder, then shrug, taking another sip of the drink. "Well, I guess I have no idea who he is, but a good dancer I had the chance to be spun around by on one occasion."