Mixer with Mixers

[ginger_firebird]

Nothing, and Mantis will attest to the fact, absolutely nothing in the multiverse ever makes life feel so much better as a bit of alcohol to get the blocked-up words flowing. He’s chilling on a stool at one of the local bars in the Nexus, merrily watching people he’s met congregate like a bunch of cats ready to caterwaul into the wee hours of the night. From an outsider perspective, the gathered crowd of friends and acquaintances must surely say something about who he is as a person and the kind of people hegets along with, but such is not the topic of the night. Nay, this is a wake of a different kind to toast the demise of a she-devil that they’ve all either fought or heard of enough to have strong opinions about. Shots abound, ye merry fellowship, for the witch is dead.

Mantis is sitting with Francour cuddled up in a scarf. The needy little espurr absolutely suffers without a continued assurance that Mantis will always be around, and curious eyes scan the crowd as he gets idle scritches from his progressively drunk human.

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[chiaro_oscuro]

"Mantis. It's good to see you."

Ben is one of the first people to slither in, distinctive in all black. He's holding a half-drunk vodka, and takes a hearty gulp before talking to Mantis. He looks a sight, hair ragged, eyes wild, and visibly unsettled, and looks the worst he has since he came to the Nexus. Ziggy's grief rubbed off on him in the time he was at the Jones-Stardust house.

"So, you heard the news? Honerva's gone, that's the good news, she won't be bothering us again - unfortunately, she took Hiroki with her. Ziggy was in an awful state the last time I heard from him. He didn't take the loss well at all. The Antheans think she closed the gate intentionally to stop Hiroki's getting reinforcements from here."

Ben shakes his head, disgusted. Honerva, for all her universe-destroying power, was a coward. For all his faults, that wasn't one of them. Ben almost never ran from a threat if he could help it, even if running was a better idea.

"You were apparently one of the people she wanted for her experiments, and I suspect Rey and I, along with the other Force-users, were only safe because we were off her radar."

[bloodysacrifice]

It was Lucifer who heard and encouraged Moloch to come out. It had been like pulling teeth for the older seraphim to get Moloch to think about socializing. However, the opportunity to gloat freely about harassing someone into terror. That was enough. Lucifer even sent him with a wine skin of angel blood, the one thing he could drink and gave him a high like euphoria that might be in the realm of drunk.

He's lingering nearby in the shadows in all black, though the bladed flight feathers flash as he moves and the bar lights strike them. Convincing Moloch to go somewhere was the easy part, having him socialize when he got there was another matter. For the moment he is lingering at the nearby wall with a rocks glass full of his drink of choice.

[soundwave_ascendant]

Soundwave has come to the bar in his holo-avatar. He rarely goes out without Ravage, but getting Ravage to use an avatar has been a complete non-starter since Halloween, and anyhow, Glit asked her to stay home with him and Lotor.

"Soundwave: here for 'bitch fest'. Or 'witch fest'. This is an avatar, so I don't have to shrink myself."

He shrugs.

"Hello, Ben. Mantis. Moloch?" He's only ever seen Moloch as a bunny, but the mind is unique.

"Ravage is at home with her brother and Lotor. Who is still here."