UN: Zodiac | Happy July!

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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: July 1st
WHAT: Zodiac Network Post
WARNINGS: None!

[As June comes to an end, so comes the heavy rains and thunder that indicates the arrival of the water element month. You can't see the spirit vein through the thick clouds and deluge of water, but it's shifted into shades of blues. Everyone's devices will emit a soothing wind chime sound as a new Zodiac post appears. The chime will sound even if you have your phone turned off or on silent, and will not stop until you read their messsage and comment to it.]


Fidelio and Basilio have left the app.

[The post then continues on.]

Hello and thank you for using the Libra app.

Happy July everyone! I hope everyone had a wonderful Pride season and a good summer so far! I myself had a wonderful month, as I decided to take some time off - which is the real reason for my absence! [It was not, she was in the office every day] All and all, I'd say it was a wonderful start to the summer!

Anyway, enough about me- time for some announcements! The Kaisou Anime Convention will be happening at the Civic Center this weekend! The convention will be taking place every weekend, and there will be several family friendly panels sponsored by Zodiac- so dress up like your favorite ninjas and animes and check it out!

Also, this friday please come check out the firework show in Blue Fish Park! Zodiac is one of the many sponsors and we're excited to light up the night sky for the holiday! Please don't let the weather forecasts of heavy downpours all weekend be enough to discourage you! You gotta try to think positive after all!

Well, that's all for now! Try to stay dry and have a wonderful week!

[Note, no matter how much positive thinking you do, the firework show will definitely be rained out]


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[Users will have the option to choose their own display names and userpics if they haven't already. If nothing is chosen, the app will use their real name and a quick photo taken of them from their camera's phone.

Please note that there will be no city log this month, with the next event log being posted on the 15th. As such, players are free to make their own posts and mingles regarding city events. If you want more details on what's happening the city this month, it can be found here.

If you haven't responded to AC, you still have until 11:59am EST today to do so! Once you do, you'll be removed from this post. ]

Comments

[paraselenic]

[And also why Lycaon takes to his personality so fast, as well. He never really said he had good taste, either. Something he isn't going to outright say.]

If that is the case, I am a bartender by trade. Would you prefer to stop by The Vogue once I am finished? I am sure Sir Zulius will allow me to create whatever you would like.

[After everything, a drink would be nice.]

[mauks]

thats where you work how fortunate
ive taken to spending my free time around there zulius is a treat

sounds good ill meet you there instead

action;

[paraselenic]

That is fortuitous. And makes things easier. I will be done in about 30 minutes, so you can head there when the time comes.

[He's just picking up some self-pity steak and some ingredients for Belle's birthday gift, so once he's dropped that off in his fridge he'll head over to The Vogue.

Upon arrival, he'll slide himself behind the familiar bar counter, stretching his fingers as he prepared. One of these days he'll have to look into some proper gloves. Wolf hands tended to curl inwards slightly in ways that make it a little more inconvenient.]

[mauks]

[ he thought about arriving fashionably late, doing a few things before turning his attention towards the Vogue and promised drink he somehow managed to secure for himself, but the promise of said drink strikes that idea from his head quite quickly. that and the promise of company he thoroughly enjoys spending time around, a needed balm after the last set of visions that ruined his day.

Mollymauk had been quiet when the last prophecy post went up. he had been quiet on all fronts, only choosing to slink out of his self imposed isolation later when the collection of weirdos that call Kaisou their home decided to share thirst traps with each other. it helped, for a while, but that feeling of being hunted kept slithering back in and coiling itself around his throat. so he keeps chasing it off with booze, with drugs, with carnal pleasures─ with whatever he can get his hands on until something sticks.

this, in a way, is another thing to chase off that feeling. another distraction to pass the time. but it also isn't. it feels like forever since he has enjoyed the companionship of a friend, and well... it's easier to ignore your own problems when you're focusing on someone else's. ]

Lycaon!

[ he isn't hard to spot; purple skin, horns, tail, fully red eyes, and a coat clearly mean to be a utter nightmare to tailors and cosplayers everywhere. Molly grins, practically bouncing on his feet as he moves until he arrives at the counter, sliding onto a stool like a graceful cat. ]

Bartending suits you. [ immediately Mollymauk leans on the counter with a hand propping up his face, devilish tail lazily swaying from side to side. ] It's a good look.

[paraselenic]

[At the sound of his name, Lycaon's ears swivel in Molly's direction, recognizing it immediately. The voice was new, but he could tell just from its unfamiliarity that it mus be Molly. Not looking up until he's finished prep work, he straightens his back and stands at attention, hand over his chest with a little bow.

A bonus that Molly was more recognizable than most, but not enough to consider out of the ordinary, especially here.]

Mr. Molly. Though we just met only moments ago, its nice to finally put a face to the text messages.

[That single red eye follows him as he slides into the chair, making sure he aligns the glass properly to make it in front of him. Half of his drink making was performance, after all.]

I've been told I had a knack for it. And my coworkers have been very kind to teach me what I couldn't while I was working my way up. [Now he's even offered to bartend on cruise ships...what a journey it's been.]

I can make whatever you'd like, and if it's beyond my knowledge, I will learn it for you, specifically.

[mauks]

[ Mr. Molly. he screws up his nose a little and shakes his head, waving a hand in front of his face dismissively. ]

You're too polite for your own good, you know that? [ something tickles the back of his mind, wisps of memory that begs to be grasped onto, to be remembered─ but he won't. Mollymauk pushes the wisp down, locks it away, and focuses on the wolf man in front of him. ] No need for the Mister part, just Molly is fine.

[ the myriad of colors shift as Molly adjusts in his seat, gold and silver chains adorning his horns jingling alongside them, crossing a leg over the other. his gaze flicks to the glass, then back up to Lycaon, eyes practically shining with anticipation. ]

I've heard this lot are a good sort. I really need to come by on the busier days, meet some of your co-workers. They sound like a fun lot.

[ hell, if Lycaon will be around more often that is even more reason to come by more often. ]

Hmm, one 'Death in the Afternoon' sound wonderful right about now.

[paraselenic]

[Lycaon's eye can't help but widen in surprise at that, before quickly softening. Molly must not be one too comfortable with formality, so he'll adjust his tone to match that. So far only Hugo, Takame, and now Molly have really taken that first name basis stage.]

I've been told that many times, actually. Some have actually mistaken me for an actor here.

[He starts idly conversing while he gathers the ingredients. While not a duo of likely ingredients, Death in the Afternoon is not a drink he's unfamiliar with. It's one of the easier ones you can make. Pulling out the absinthe and Champagne, he set them to the side before going to the glass itself. His fingers dance along the glass, applying his ice power to it as gently as possible.

Along the side of the glass, frost flowers decorate themselves in the path his fingers flow, creating an intricate design without harming the structural integrity of it. As if this was nothing out of the ordinary, he starts pouring the absinthe.]

And some have thought I'm far older than I am.

[He takes the champagne as well, and while not as flashy as the glass, it instantly chills the bottle. With a single motion he opens it and pours it into the glass until it retains that milky looking texture it's known for. As a final touch, his claw extends to cut a piece of lemon off as a garnish before humbly sliding it forward.]

Your drink is ready, I hope it is to your satisfaction.

Do not worry, the flowers will melt against your lips. [You won't be getting frostbite today!]

[mauks]

[ formality brings back some rather unpleasant memories, right alongside the memories desperately clawing at the surface of his mind begging to be remembered. so it's relieving when Lycaon's tone shifts, the tension in the tiefling slowly draining from his shoulders. ]

You know what they say; when it looks like a duck and acts like a duck...

[ he trails off with a chuckle, red gaze following Lycaon as he moves about gathering the ingredients. it's not exactly a difficult drink, no, but the point of it isn't so much the complexity. the point is getting something strong, but not strong enough to knock him completely off his own two feet.

Molly pays close attention to the move of the wolfman's fingers, watching the intricate frost flowers spread across the glass. it's fascinating, entrancing, and immediately adds fuel to a some of his more distant bedroom thoughts. the fun you could have with a power like that... ]

That is what you get for talking like an old Victorian Gentleman, my dear.

[ the rest of the drink is pour and Mollymauk gives him a gentle applause, the lazy sway of his tail becoming just a little more sharper. he accepts it without hesitation, bringing the glass to his lips, an amused expression quick to find his features. ]

It isn't the first frosty thing to melt against my lips, and it certainly won't be the last. [ he takes the first drink slowly, indulging in the cool sensation spreads against his lips and falls down his throat. with a satisfied noise, quiet enough that most wouldn't hear it, Molly puts the glass back down on the counter and begins to lazily trace the rim of the glass with his own fingers. ] Mmm, that hit the spot.

[paraselenic]

[The corners of Lycaon's lips curl up at that remark.]

I'll thank you to refer to me as a carnivore, if you don't mind.

[He has his pride to not be called a waterfowl, idiom or not. Lycaon's all too aware of the way Molly's eyes are on him--while he's certainly not stupid enough to monologue about the things wolves can sense -now- (thanks everyone for cyberbullying), he senses the shift in pheromones. No matter.]

I believe there's a misconception. [That smirk does not fade, and the red in his eye flickers with a little flame.] Manners aren't a leash for wildness.

[He starts to put away the bottles, eye closing as if he were discussing something as casual as the weather. Hell, he even pulls out his own teacup to sip from.]

It simply enhances it before it's set free.

[He may not know how to flirt, or how to be flirted with. But not everything about him is Victorian--a wolf is still underneath all of that, through and through. He smiles, though, shoulders slumping in relief.]

I am pleased you enjoy it.

[mauks]

[ most people would find that intimidating it, concerning even, but Mollymauk Tealeaf? he is the sort of man who would walk into the fires of hell just for the sheer thrill of it. hair stands on end, an instinctual recognition of the predator before him, but all Mollymauk can do is grin. his own red eyes shining almost feverishly for a brief moment.

he shouldn't flirt with danger, he really should, but the thrill is like no other. ]

You're making be terribly curious about what you're like without the manners, Lycaon. [ he takes another drink from his glass, cool liquid sliding down his throat as the warmth from the alcohol spreads across his limbs. ] Maybe you can show me someday, try to sate my wild curiosity.

[ there is something about a seemingly put together person throwing off the chains and going buck wild that has fascinated him, as if he looks hard enough he might find something comforting and familiar within them. whatever it is, he has never found it.

Molly gives the other a smile and a wink then, raising the glass in a half-hearted toast. ]

Very much so. It's a simple drink ingredients wise but that doesn't make it easy. Not everyone can get the measurements as perfect as you.

[paraselenic]

[He can't really blame people for assuming he's prudeish, or too old-fashioned. He does give off that air with the way he misses cues, or the nonchalant way he tends to brush off romantic advances. He sees it more as recognizing those wolf-like urges and channeling them to be more in his control.

But when he needs to be aggressive or territorial...he will be.

His voice, despite having such a gentlemanly disposition, does have a noticeable growl underneath his words as he talks. ]

Persistant, I'll give you that. Wolves are not as overly ambitious as foxes, nor as clumsy as bears. They thrill in the hunt, as its a part of what they are, but they have the patience to wait for the right moment. The ultimate apex predator.

[Lycaon may be a bit prideful about it...He smiles, sipping his tea again.] Perhaps. If you can break the chains that bind the beast.

[If Molly listens closely, he might be able to hear a soft tapping sound of Lycaon's tail wagging, hitting the back of the counter with each pass.]

And how was the temperature? I admit that I am still learning the finer parts of it.

[mauks]

[ the chase is half the fun, isn't it? that is something that Molly can understand and agree with. the anticipation so electrifying that it is addictive, a rush that spreads through his limbs like the alcohol that courses through his veins. it's enough to make him consider slowing down for the moment and enjoy the rush of it all.

the free drink is a good start.

Molly hums thoughtfully, head tilting to the side with jingle of chains, lazily tracing the rim of his glass with a single finger. ]

Is that a challenge? [ it is a dangerous thing to place fire in front of a man who plays with it unreservedly. ] Maybe I will take you up on that some day soon.

[ he hears the soft tapping sound, the tail hitting the back of the counter in a manner more befitting a dog than the apex predator he claims to be. Molly can't help the chuckle that leaves his lips as he brings his glass up to his mouth once again, his gaze unmoving from Lycaon as he drinks. ]

It's good. You'll be an expert in your craft soon enough.

[paraselenic]

[That wagging tail of his is the bane of his existence. Surely you just imagined it. It certainly wasn't wagging.]

A challenge. ...Hm. [A smile.] I look forward to your effort.

[He tilts his head to the side, ears flicking. He sure wasn't going to stop Molly from trying. In a way, it's a bit nostalgic to have this sort of playful banter again, not loaded down with bitter poison under their tongues.]

Not that I think you can best me. [He just threw sawdust on that fire.] If you do manage to break the chains, you have another problem.

[He walks back out from the counter, as he's not technically ON the clock and moves to take a seat next to Molly himself, the clicking of his prosthetic legs sounding against the flooring.]

It's been awhile since I've sat and had a drink with someone.