Cain cringed a bit at the sudden flicker of lighting, however it didn't stop another ear-to-ear grin from spreading on his face as the words "playing around" were tossed about by Like. "Play? You mean like a game? I do love games." He said with a leer before shaking his head a bit, "I mean, no thank you.". Cain shuddered a bit and removed himself from the bar stool, forcing the grin off off his face as he did so. Spotting an unmanned beer left by one of the Countess' thralls, Cain snatched the drink up and downed half of it in one pull. He wasn't really one for beer, however it would suffice if he couldn't have his julep and got him away from the changeling. Still, every now and then he would eye the pump with the sort of gleam that said 'I really wanna do it'.

Djedkare gingerly attempted to pick up the glass of soda and grenadine the barzombie had graciously provided. With trembling hands, he slowly brought the glass up to his lips... and accidentally shattered it with one twitch of his fingers.

"Oh, blast this curse! Shouldn'ta been looking in the mirror when I was practicing this morning..."

Grumbling and shaking off his wet hand, Djedkare got up to go cool off. As he reached the bar's threshold, he spotted Avalai. His temper flared by his own potency and her snubbing of his complaints, Djedkare decided to try again. Moving with speed augmented by phantom muscles, Djedkare reached Avalai and her posse in just a short amount of time. As he approached, he began to holler.

"Hey, lady! I ain't done talking to you, yet! You kids may think you're all slick an' uncaring, but you're gonna listen to yer elders when they're talkin' to ya! Now sit yer ass down!"

Snazzy The Reaper

"Ah fuck this."

Snazzy got up and stood on his stool, he looked at the good looking fellow that smelled like dog hinds, Reapers have supernatural smelling sense duh, he grabbed his scythe harder at pointed it at the gentleman grabbing beer.

"DROP. THAT. TASTELESS. BOTTLE. OF. CHEAP. BEER. MY. FRIEND." Snazzy jumped back to man the bar, music playing, *eye of the tiger by Survivor*.
"SNAZZY IN THE HOUSE BITCHES, I WILL MAKE YOU THAT GHOST JULEP BABY."

Snazzy started rocking behind the bar, causing mad chaos as he made super awesome cocktails for everybody in the Hotel.

John Doe was waiting way to long, not only did he have to vomit even more now, He had to pee, Every second he takes was another mistake he couldn't take

John Doe Smashed through the door with the black dot, the song Numb by linkin' park was playing somewhere in the distance, The bathroom was big and white, no one was in sight, The purple creature walked around for a bit more and realized the Bathroom curved and reached another door, this only ment one thing...the bathroom was unisex and it connected to the other door

Somewhere in John Doe's mind a laugh track played

Somewhere in an unspecified cellar.

"The demonic Lord hath his annual heretic celebrations burning the god's blessings and mercy from the lands, Antonio."

"I am aware of that."

"Should we act perhaps?"

"We must wait for aid, the squad is said to be on the horizon."

"And of Selica? What of the infants? Bloodthristy demons lurk about that Hotel. We are a meat market down here Father Antonio!"

"We wait for the squad.."

"What fucking squad you religious yanker?"

"who let this falsesayer heretic in here?! He is known to lollygag about the barns!"

"SILENCE! Demonic eyes are surveying us as we speak, we must hide the little ones."

Alcaeus jolted awake to find he had fallen asleep at the bar. His sudden movement wasn't a very good idea, as his hand went straight down and embedded in the bar itself, making a fist shaped indent. His eyes darted around, as he made a reassuring 'Uhhhhhhhhhhh' and tried to search for a solution. He quickly placed a coaster over the hole and removed himself politely from the bar, hoping no one saw. He adjusted his plaid flannel's buttons, making sure the sleeves were rolled up correctly, and straightened his jeans before walking out to the atrium and out onto the deck.

The rain was coming down heavy. He loved the smell of rain, it reminded him of the time he spent at the Alpheus and Peneus rivers in his youth. He took some time out to go and check on his horse, taking the short walk down through the rain to see that the steed had taken cover beneath a dense canopy, happy, dry and safe. The walk back to the house was quick, but he was absolutely dripping water as he returned, his clothing sticking to his muscled form as he tried to squeeze out the excess water. "I am not a smart man."

@Earnest Evans

"Mm...?" Avalai could barely hear the ancient over her thralls having a roaring good time. Some of them were even swinging from the god damn chandelier. She didn't mind, it wasn't often the boys got to have so much fun. Her fewer in number female thralls were already storming the giftshop, trying to find things that tickled their fancy. The Queen had paused and looked around to find the source of the noise coming from the mummys throat. However, just as she was about to turn around to see him, the ancient was being swept up in a group of male thralls hooting and hollering on their way to the balcony.@oakman

They carried the ancient monster, crowdsurfing him as they peeled off their fancy clothing down to their underwear and ran past the Lord De Gravee, leaping over the balcony to dive into the pool below... taking the mummy with them.

Back in the lobby, Avalai and her handmaiden looked around for the mummy but, not seeing him, exchanged glances and shrugged before making their way up the stairs.

Cain slowly set down the beer as per Snazzy's requests, more so to placate the scythe wielding creature than to get his ghost julep. He slowly stepped back towards the bar, keeping his hands up and in clear sight of the reaper because, goddamn he was wielding a huge ass scythe, that shit could cleave Cain in two while he was in his human form. Cain hesitantly reached out and snatch up his julep, "Thank you. Cheers.", the wendigo knocked back the drink, enjoying the burn of white whiskey with the slightly sour and minty hints that came with the mint leaves and lemon juice. "Goddamn!" Cain said as he coughed a bit and raised his glass to Snazzy, "You scare the hell outta me, but I gotta admit you make a damn good drink!"

As Djedkare was carried off and dumped in the pool, he tittered gleefully. Dripping wet, he surfaced with the rest of the guffawing thrall horde. With a withering slap on the back, Djedkare addressed the group with happiness in his voice.

"Oh ho ho ho! You kids and your rituals! It's good to see we've still got some tradition going round! You boys will have to hold off on the Ritual of Ashk-Ente until I'm done with my business with that rotten little tart, then I'll show you real festivities! Cheers, lads!"

Cheerfully tousling one of the thralls' hair and hoisting his loincloth back up, Djedkare leaped out of the pool and made his way back to the lobby. If I don't hurry, I won't catch up with that saucy little girl, Djedkare thought to himself, his augmented footsteps reverbrating across the pool hall. As the pool was connected to the same stairway as the rest of the hotel, Djedkare made it back to the lobby in no time, just barely managing to catch the bottom of Avalai's feet climbing out of view.

With nothing to stymie his stamina, Djedkare thundered up the stairs like a mad bull. So enthusiastic was he that he couldn't stop himself in time to greet Avalai, and instead rammed into her at full-tilt from a downwards angle, bowling the two of them over. Getting to his feet with enough force to make the steps creak, Djedkare apologized profusely.
"Whoops, heh heh! Sorry, missy, I don't know me own strength! You and me are gonna have a little talk about blowing people off, y'hear?"
@ReaptheMusic

A trembling white hand stretched out from the looking glass.
Like crawled out of his mirror and rolled onto the carpet.
He did so in a bizzare mixture of sleep drunkenness and grace.
Yawning and stretching he stood up. His form still fitting the title he'd be called by at home;
Long white hair on a slender head above a slender figure.
He had pointed ears and deep hollow eyes that made him look like an elf or other fey creature.
His sharp cut suit made of vibrant color silk and felt.
Like wouldn't be surprised if he'd have a certain undead guest on his case about that later.

With another yawn Like picked up the mirror and reverted it to a small hand mirror for convenience.
"Hey see you lot later, I'm going to unpack my stuff."
And with nothing but his mirror he wandered off and up the stairs.

Lord De Gravee
The Lord was contemplating the view in the distance, a ghost would occasionally serve him whatever Snazzy is cooking up in the bar. He'd tried over ten different cocktails in the last minute, some tasted like mint, others avocado and Egyptian salt. The Lord leaned on the railing, his legs crossed as he eased his neck to suppress his urges.

A wave of merry thralls invaded his personal dark lord bubble, he didn't mind. His head in more entertaining sports, hunting. He got off and walked through the balcony into the lobby and by the bar, avoiding contact with the reaper. He levitated in a spooky manner up the stairs and walked to the first floor. Hall of The Lord, it was basically his study, books and Animal portraits. He wouldn't trust taxidermy, something about gypsies curse.

He sat down behind an ebony desk and wrote two letters, titled 'Hunting Pack'.

A bit of time had passed, a couple minutes, and then the door with the black dot on it, the door slammed open, John Doe's Jet black Claw-of a hand was holding the door, He walked back to the Bar feeling like a fresh new man!, He then stopped by the counter and commented on snazzy's drink

Yeah nice drink by the way sarcastically

Marie walked down the hallway with her bots clacking on the floor, following the sound of noise to some doors at the end of the hall. Supposedly, that’s were all the people were and Marie wanted somebody to talk to. As she pushed the doors open, she accidentally pushed too hard and the doors went smashing open and Marie fell in, her wigns getting stuck in the doorway. Tugging on her wigs, she finally yanked herself free ad sat down at the bar, giving the bartender a shy smile.

“Margerita please” she said and accepted the small glass happily. She turned around to look at the poeple.

@Earnest Evans

The bowled over queen looked flushed, her skirts flying as the ancient monster toppled the both of them over. Nearby, her handmaiden's hands covered her mouth which had formed into a surprised 'o.'

"Ah, there you are my new friend." Avalai responded, her eyes narrowed her eyebrows raised. Her handmaiden beside her looked a bit confused but remained at ready none the less. The queen pulled herself up and flittingly brushed her skirts down, her forehead drawn into a scowl that can only be described as elegant. Her patience was wearing thin but for some reason she didn't feel as abrasive towards this elder like she was toward Snazzy earlier. Then again, He was apologizing. And she was quite passionate about Snazzy since... Her thoughts trailed off. She didn't notice the Lord De Gravee pass her, too focused on maintaining her composure despite her irritation perhaps. "I thought I heard you calling me earlier. I don't believe I've caught your name?"

Like climbed the stairs on his way to his room.
Halfway to the second set of stairs his way was blocked by a pile of limbs and cloth.
Like looked at a wall of horrified looking handmaidens.
Like looked to the left of the two, but there were too many handmaidens there.
So he looked to the right. Also blocked.
Like contemplated turning into something climbing or flying and move over them.
But that would be rude. So Like folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
Waiting in patience and silent bemusement.

Snazzy The Reaper

Snazzy nodded at the wendigo smelling man, his hand still clutching the scythe as the extraterrestrial party crasher came back from the resting rooms.

"Well I don't expect you to like my drinks, you come from a different place, Different taste buds, if any." He served a new face some margarita, "I myself don't really like half the shit I make, the Angel Blood Elixer that I made earlier tonight? UTTER SHIT. I mean angel blood, duh, that's like drinking my own piss."

Snazzy turned his attention to the new arrival, she was drinking her margarita, "Snazzy, I am not really a bartender here, just a friendly neighborhood grim reaper of the 12th order of the lord, not lord de gravee, THE lord. So what are you? I smell something familiar? Reaper? WakWak? Shinigami?"@KawaiiOshiri

Marie loked at the man who talked to her and turned around. she handed him her empty glass of maregrita and demanded a refill. "yeah, I'm a Shinigami. Been up and about for 12000 years now and got bored of my job so I cum here to party" she flutered her strangely beautiful wings and let her long golden treses down, watching them sparkle in the light of the room.

Cain swirled the ice in his empty glass around a bit as he idly listened to Snazzy and Marie chat. The sudden noise that the newcomer along with Jack had provided through their entrances was a bit unpleasant, but not enough to make him want to exit. The wendigo plucked a sprig of mint from his drink and popped it into his mouth, enjoying the strong taste of mint mingling with alcohol as he eyed Snazzy. "You know-" he began before swallowing the mint, "most of the bartenders i've met weren't particularly fond of every drink that they made. I think being around all of it desensitizes them to the point where they become really choosy about what they actually drink. I know, well, knew this one guy who absolutely refused to serve strawberry daiquiris because of how much he hated 'em. He said it kept the air headed types out of the bar, but no body ever believed him.".

Djedkare smiled a toothy grin as he watched Avalai fuss with her luxuriant clothing. With no attempt at hiding his smugness, he chided Avalai for her dress sense.
"Now that's why I don't wear much. Y'get caught by a servant, an' you gotta spend a lotta good effort just makin' yourself all smooth again. The name's Djedkari Izezi, Eighth Pharoah of Egypt." Djedkare placed his fists on his hips and thrust out his chest, in a clear demonstration of bravado and clout.

"Now, see, I know you're thinkin' to yourself 'what's this old fogey doin' here talkin' to me?' Well, missy, I got a hint of advice for you: Control yer servants. The second ya went off an' took yer concubines with ya, they went right to actin' like they were celebratin' the Festival of Thoth!" Djedkare winked knowingly. After all, everyone understood the series of rituals necessary to awaken the great Father Thoth and flood the Great Nile River.

"Judgin' by how you gave me that stink eye back there, I don't think you're one of them fun party girls. You gotta earn yer servants' respect, 'less they start actin' like foreigners behind yer back! You an' I are gonna have a little talk about Motivating Your Employees."

@ReaptheMusic

"I truly am not a smart man." Alcaeus repeated to himself as he squelched over to the bar once more, shaking small droplets of water off of his form as he stands in place, not sure of what to do. The bar stool looked inviting, and so he sat, attempting to dry himself off with a rag he snatched from behind the bar. Probably used to clean glasses, but it'd do for a quick pat-down. He looked around to see that the other patrons were still relatively active, the new woman was chatting with that abhorrent cloaked bag of bones. The Mummy was off bothering the countess about her little minions once again. The only other remotely normal looking person here was seated at the bar as well.

Alcaeus swooped up a bottle from behind the bar, as the reaper's back was turned and fished into his pocket to pull out a shiny silver coin. A single drachma should do it. More than enough to cover a measly bottle of... lemonade? He sighs to himself and shrugs, opening it regardless, before nodding over at Cain. "Hey there. You one of the invited too?"