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Excellent impression you've made, there, Brian. Very smooth. "Ah, darn. Is she still around here somewhere? I'd like to thank her if she isn't too busy." And apologize for the faux pas. Seriously, though, what was in that sake? He glares at the offending substance. It doesn't seem to care.

Brian gives Ginger a (still somewhat sleepy) smile. "Thanks much. I hope I didn't drool on your bar, by the way..." He picks up his fork and takes an experimental bite, before nodding and digging in. That's some seriously fresh tuna. I wonder if they catch it themselves or if it's more magic nonsense at work.

(OOC: I'm so sorry for the delay! ;-; I'm afraid I can only be on for a couple hours each day in the evenings, so this is unfortunately going to be a common thing for me.) @Lollipop @Balthier Brian shakes his head, dazed. Did I fall asleep for a bit? That sake must have been stronger than it seemed! He recalls the bartender's explanation of the various events, then falling towards the counter before he could reply to the man's greeting. Oh dear. "Sorry about that, man; I guess I'm more of a lightweight than I thought." He struggles to think for a moment. "Uh, apple pie is basically sweet dough shaped into a bowl and filled with apples, then baked. Really good stuff. I'm honestly having trouble believing that you've never had it, but eh. All walks of life and all that."

"Nah," he says. "I still have some left." He scans the menu briefly, taking another sip of his sake as he does so. She's right; there is a lot of good-looking stuff here. But... "OK, I'll bite. Let's try the apple pie, then." He hands the menu back, then takes a look around. A chalkboard labeled "Upcoming Events" sits in a corner, but the contents are sightly too small for him to read from this distance. "By the way, what are these events all about?" he asks, waving a hand absently in the general direction of the board.

Stone Sour

@Lollipop (OOC: You're throwing a redheaded tomboy at me? Hello, new best friend!) You know, it feels like someone's reading my thoughts sometimes. Out loud, he says, "That'd be lovely, thanks. I'd be grateful if you could whip up a tuna salad for me. I missed a meal getting here." In a blatant display of plot-driven timing, his stomach chooses this exact moment to growl gently. He chuckles. "I might need dessert afterwards - got any recommendations on that front?"

Brian, trusting his nose to guide him true, walks into the snack bar with a determined stride. He slides into a seat next to the man already there, absently noting his ever-so-slightly inhuman features. Noticing that the other man is working on the bartender, he decides not to say anything, merely nodding politely and raising the glass in front of his seat - sake? Huh - in a sort of "good luck" gesture. He takes a sip; not what he's used to, but it'll do. Brian considers the bartender for a moment as he savors the taste. This guy has good taste, whoever he is. I'll have to find out if that bartender has a sibling at some point, hopefully before she gets too, uh, occupied.

Brian watches the gun dude - Juzo - walk away for a moment. "Uh, good talk, Mr. Juzo the gun slave unit." That's... still not the strangest thing I've seen, but it is pretty high up there. He shrugs and sniffs the air, hoping to reacquire the scent of food he has been following. It doesn't take long, and soon he's strolling towards the source of the odor, nose held high like a bloodhound. He turns a corner at speed, nearly bumping into a young woman and a staff member, and there it is! My paradise, my Eden - the snack bar! (Brian -> Snack Bar)

(@Lollipop Not a problem at all; in fact, that restriction provides additional ideas... Also, sorry I'm not responding as much as all the rest of you ;-; The timing just hasn't worked out well so far.) Brian quirks an eyebrow at that. "Seriously? You guys just, like, keep clothes in stock? Wait, magical paradise island, of course you do." He shakes his head for a moment. "Hold up, did you say 'snack bar?' You said 'snack bar.' There is a snack bar and I am not at it." He dashes back into his room for a moment, grabbing his key and shoving it into his newly-acquired pants, then bursts back into the hallway. "Yo, the food comes first, but drop by when your shift ends and I'll thank you properly for the pants." He half-walks, half-runs to the elevator, still shirtless. He slaps the button for the ground floor, tapping his foot impatiently. When the elevator doors slide open, he takes off at a brisk walk, heading straight for the wonderful aroma of food. He gets halfway across the lobby before he notices the dude with a gun for a head excuse me what the fuck. He took a good look at the dude, noting the complete lack of fucks the guy apparently gives about smoking indoors. I mean, if my face were sponsored by Colt I wouldn't care either, I guess. Fuck it, a guy like that would be a good friend to have, you know, in case this place turns into Doom at night or something. He moseys up to Gun-Face, making sure not to get too close. "So, uh, hi? Gun. Head. What. I mean, how are you, and also why are you?" Excellent first impression you've made there, Brian. Good going.

Well, that was fast. Brian opens the door, heedless of his current nudity. "A-ha! Thank you very much, miss." He takes the pants with is left hand, offering the girl a handshake with his right. "This oughta do until I can buy some more clothes." Good thing I always take my wallet with me when I dive. I hope they take dollars around here. "Speaking of, what's a good place to go shopping around here? I don't wanna rely on the hotel's clothes forever." As he speaks, he finishes pulling the pants on, impressed by how well they fit.

"Nah," says Brian, tossing the key and catching it. "I overheard the important bits when I was coming in. If I think of anything, though, you'll be the first person I come to." With that, he signs the guest book before turning and ambling off to the elevator. He gives the appropriate button a healthy poke and leans against the wall of the elevator for the short ride. One near-collision with the cleaning staff later, he finds himself in a bare room. A moment later and the walls are covered in bookshelves. A small fireplace heats the room and sturdy lamps provide plenty of illumination. Whistling appreciatively, Brian heads for the bathroom. Time to get this fuckin' wetsuit off. He squeezes himself out of the skintight material and hops into the shower to get the worst of the salt off. A few minutes later, Brian turns off the water, dries himself off, and... hold up. Out loud, he issues the following proclamation: "I have no pants." This problem must be addressed. Hm. He studies the room before finding a phone on the nightstand. He dials the number for room service, surprised by how quickly someone picks up. "Yeah, this is Brian Alvers in room 242. Could you, by chance, send up some pants? I left mine on the boat that isn't there anymore."

Brian strolls into the lobby, wearing a towel he'd "discovered" on the beach over his half-undone diving wetsuit (he'd put it back, later...). he makes a beeline for the front desk, nodding politely to the people in front of it. They're a bit unusual, but he's been to New York; he's seen weirder. "Hey there," he greets the receptionist. "Ya got any open rooms? I'm a little mixed up and I'm looking for a place to hang while I sort myself out." Casually, he leans on the counter with one arm, picking up a pen and fiddling with it idly.

(NOTE: I'll post a reference picture when I find one that's not too far off.) Name: Brian Alvers Age: 26 Gender: Male Species: Human Origin: Born in a small town in Pennsylvania, Brian lived fairly normally for most of his life. He got decent grades in school, made and lost friends, and helped his father, a watchmaker, with his little shop in the countryside. When Brian was 19, he suddenly got an inexplicable yet powerful urge to dig a hole next to the road he was walking along. In it he found an extremely rare coin from the early 1900s. After a few similar incidents, Brian concluded that he could sense treasure somehow, and quickly decided to become a deep-sea diver specializing in finding lost treasures. Finishing his training in record time, he found himself employed by the Smithsonian full-time. Brian worked with them for several years, becoming quite well-off in the process. When diving off the coast of Newfoundland one day, he suddenly noticed that his line to the ship had been cut. He swam to the surface only to find that the ship was gone and the only land around was a tropical paradise - Sweet Treat Island. Height: 6'1". Weight: 168 lbs Eye Colour: Green Hair Colour: Brown Physical Description: Brian is strong but not bulky; his physique is trim and wiry, as befits a diver. He has a friendly-looking face that he keeps cleanly shaved, and his skin is a rich, deep chocolate color. His hair is always cropped close to his head. Personality: In a word, relaxed. Brian doesn't worry about things; either it will work out or it won't, so there's no point stressing over it; just do your best and hope things turn out OK. As a consequence of this, he has exactly no shame at all and has been known to walk around his yard completely naked. He is naturally easygoing and friendly, though he has a tendency to mix his metaphors and occasionally finds himself struggling to explain what he meant. Years of finding treasure have given him a mild case of kleptomania, at least for things his power detects. He doesn't even know he's doing it, so he always returns what he "acquires" as soon as he realizes he's stolen it, but it has still gotten him into trouble on several occasions. Other Details: Brian has a flute that he takes with him in a watertight pouch whenever he dives. He says it's his good-luck charm. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, though he has a mild preference for women. Turn ons: Public sex, oral (giving and receiving), submissive partners. Penis Length: A respectable 6 and a half inches or so; he's never taken a ruler to it but it seems to get the job done well enough. Breast Size: N/A Sensitivity: Chest and abdomen, neck, inner thighs, buttocks. Abilities/Powers: Brian possesses the ability to find nearby valuables. He has mainly used it for finding treasure, but it can be used on any non-living thing that holds value, such as car keys. If you've lost your wallet, talk to Brian and you'll have it back by the end of the day. Skills: Years of helping his father build and repair watches have given Brian excellent manual dexterity and coordination. He is also an accomplished deep-sea diver. If you get to know him well enough, he might play something for you on his flute.

Here, have some Starset.

I wouldn't ordinarily recommend a cover, but this lady has an interesting style IMHO.

Tight rope

Stuffed peppers!

I'm breaking up with you because y'all got more issues than Popular Mechanics.

Granted, you now live in a house next to the graveyard. I wish I could play the cello.

Waffle house

Favorite slave

Butt slut

Rolling girl

Hershey kiss

Granted, but they've been sitting out in the sun for two days. I wish I had perfect pitch.