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▶ TDM OVERFLOW .001
▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top
Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.
A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.
These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.
B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs.No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.
C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.
▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top
Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.
D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.
E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?
F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.
▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top
Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.
You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.
G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.
H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?
I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.
▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top
It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
This is this TDM's overflow. Feel free to move your threads from there and continue tagging!
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And in the absence of drink? It isn't like Qrow's got anything better to do.
"I wouldn't know a palm line from an ass crack, but all right, fine. Bullshit me," Qrow concedes with a nonchalant wave of his hand in the air, before agreeably presenting Molly with both palms.
"Have at it. Don't know if it matters, but I'm ambidextrous."
shit i forgot to add if this is too meta PLEASE lmk i'll edit
Pressing the soft pads of his fingers in, Molly traces lines that are deep, some that aren't, and presses into the flesh of his palm in some...odd spots. Like the base of his thumb, and the valley of it and his forefinger. They settle around his callouses, and Molly looks up.
"Excellent and careful lover, despite having no marriage lines. Hard worker, but anyone could have told you that. Something with a handle, like an axe, or a hammer, a sword. That's obvious though." he chimes, pushing into the callouses on the breadth of his fingers.
A pause, then another brush, down the middle.
"A strong family line though. A lot of little lines through it. So distant family or found family, there's a story there. Maybe some good friends you consider family. They're there for a while for you too, look how long they are." His thumb draws over them pointing to just that, and then another.
"No bad fortunes here. Right here, health line, nice and deep. Maybe a strong vice or an illness, bit of bad luck here----on this line, where it breaks it." Another, near his thumb. He stops on the jagged edges of it. "But it continues after, well into your wrist, so it won't kill you, whatever it is. How am I doing so far, still bullshitting?"
aww did you research him :>
Just like he wasn't exactly buying into the whole palm reading schtick, even while Molly smiles and flatters him. Qrow offers a huff and a little smirk at 'excellent lover' - did he have a reputation that preceded him? He'll take that.
The sword thing - yeah. The well-worn callouses on both hands made it obvious enough that whatever he worked with was both large and heavy. "It's a scythe," Qrow confirms, finding no harm in that. He's also not above a little boasting when he adds, proudly, "Designed it myself."
That smugness softens, however, when Molly continues onto the subject of his family. The reminder of his nieces and their father seems to strike a deeper chord in Qrow, and he goes quiet. The reminder that he can't be there for them is, he has to admit, a little painful. And yet it's heartening to hear, even from a possible kook, that Ruby and Yang will fare just fine without old Uncle Qrow for little while. Might even be better off for it, if he's totally honest with himself...
"Uh?" Qrow snaps back to attention once Molly pauses for effect, his brain catching up with everything he'd only been half-listening to while thoughts of the girls were on his mind. Oh sure, yeah, strong vice: check. But that wasn't much of a secret after Qrow had gone around asking half the transport (probably) where he could get a stiff drink.
At the same time, he has to give points for style. Molly actually had him going for a second, there.
"Could be. Anyone could look at a couple callouses and say I've got a sword, and a guy has to have a family, right?"
I MIGHT watch the show a little, tried to keep it subtle
"Your head and heart aren't connected, but they're really close. You're probably pretty good at keeping the two separate, except those few family lines. Typically, they run horizontal, away from work and success, right into the heart. Yours run right across it, from heart to head, connecting them. Work is your family, or family is your work, either way. It's quite uncommon. I have them too, and a very obvious lack of family to speak of, so. Take that how you will." Whoops, there's a little oversharing there. Considering they were really only half his own hands, Molly steers away from the subject.
"Your line of Neptune tells me you're not an open and ready to share kinda guy--so I won't press. But, long fortune made short; if you're here a while, reign in that vice when you're homesick. Your luck is shit, but not lethal. All good things in moderation. Make good friends, you'll be just ducky." His tail flicks, and Molly chuckles in spite of himself. "Probably should follow my own advice, honestly."
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Obviously it's reflexive for Qrow to assign those complex details that he knows so intimately to a lucky guess by a very intuitive palm reader. Vaguely stated as it was, when combined with that inadvertent overshare of Molly's own non-existent biological family, it's just specific enough that Qrow gives a grunt of acknowledgement to signal to Molly that his reading hit home.
...which is probably what earns him the 'not open' comment that follows. Qrow huffs a laugh under his breath, and his little grin goes sardonic when Molly follows up with an underwhelming description of his luck as 'shit.' But overall, he's right. Unfortunately.
"Yeah, but we should all probably follow advice like that, so don't beat yourself up over it." Qrow shrugs, pulling his hands back with a chuckle. Molly hasn't turned him into a believer or anything, but Qrow has heard enough to be both mildly impressed and also ever-so-slightly creeped out about the prospect of a relative stranger reading too far into his life and all of its dysfunctions.
"Just a shame I've never been too great at that making good friends thing, so... it's like I said. My fortune's bad," Qrow reasserts, not too seriously at least, a finger raised in mock-lecture.
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“Not that bad by my standards. Some people have curses, don’t have families at all. It’s all uphill for them, what have you.”
Giving it another beat, Molly cocks his head to the side.
“Let’s say this, we both follow my advice, and I take you out for a drink. You know. Once I’ve found a place for one, that is. Not a single bar I’ve found in this place so far. A crime, really.’ Nevermind that Molly just hasn’t explored enough yet.
“That way we’re both out of the gate with a headstart on some quality friends.”
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Only for that slightly deadened expression to immediately return to life at the mention of going out for a drink. Well wouldn't you know it, but that had been Qrow's exact intention, what a coincidence!
"Now there's an idea. My luck isn't so bad that they'd send me to a planet without a damn bar, so there's got to be one around somewhere."
Qrow looks left, then right, and then back to Molly with brows raised and a little grin for his purple companion. "So uh, your shift over?"
off to work but back for more later!
Their tail flicks again, signalling some mishchief, and Molly shoves his hands in his pockets.
“That’s the thing about being an entertainer, I’m never off the clock. Might work out for the both of us if I play our cards right.” Molly susses through his hair before sticking his hand out for a shake.
“Name’s Mollymauk— I figure we should start there.”
get dat $$$
Which makes a trip to the bar sound more delightful than literally anything right now.
"Qrow Branwen," he provides, taking the hand offered to him in a firm shake. The name means something back in his world, but here... nothing. And Qrow's just fine with that.
"I look forward to seeing your card tricks, but the first round's on me. I owe you for the reading."
cheeky breaktime tag
“Qrow, that’s a new one. Original as you are though, I’m sure.” Molly goes to grab his coat, his swords—but they’re not there. Oh. Force of habit he guesses.
“Do let me know if you’ve seen a tailor somewhere, it seems I’ve misplaced my coat.” Nah, he knew exactly where it was. Probably time for a new one, regardless.
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Qrow can certainly think of nothing more fitting for a violet-hued, Grimm-eyed person with horns and a tail. Every single one he meets henceforth will be a Mollymauk, for sure.
"I'll keep an eye out, but let's find that bar first. We could take the train to those beach shops," he suggests, immediately tapping away at the comm device on his arm, the standard issue they'd all been provided. Qrow had taken naturally to the technology, it was so similar to the Scrolls they used on Remnant.
But then he gives a resigned sigh, apparently having found bad news. "...oooorrr we could just wander around until we find something, I guess. App says that line is temporarily down."
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Peering over though, Molly incredibly interested in that little contraption. Sure, they'd received one too, but hadn't the slightest idea how to go about using it, or what it was even for.
Forgive them if they're invading personal space, but now he's right over Qrow's shoulder.
"Well, I'm glad someone knows how to use it. They were clueless when I asked for a good old fashioned map." Ah, then the hopeful expression falls flat for a moment. "And still mapless we are. Either way, a good opportunity to explore a little."
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Too late for that now. He's not going to just turn into a bird in front of this guy, given they're currently draped all over him (by Qrow's standards, anyway).
Qrow is going to continue blaming that Moonblessed nonsense as to why he's not reasserting his personal space and shrugging Molly away. All a bunch of bunk, really - he'll believe it the day he sprouts cat ears - but the tingly feelings that come with close contact... those aren't bad. "Yeah, well. Thing's probably got a map on it too, but I think it'll be faster just to have a look around, at this point."
If this place is anything like Remnant, there will be restaurants and bars around the station, so Qrow starts off in that direction after tapping the comm bracelet back into sleep mode. "I'll show you how to use it later, if you want. Gotta keep in contact somehow, right?"
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Cat ears? Famous last words, Qrow.“Map and for letters. Impressive.” Likely it’ll be used for drunk calls, sos texts and general mischeif via Molly later.
“It’s probably more fun that way, to be honest. More opportunities to pick up strangers to tag along with us. Three’s company, or something like that.” And back out come the cards, and they’re shuffled singlehandedly. Molly makes it look practically effortless.
“Is such magic common where you’re from? You seem adept with the little thing already.”
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"No, no, it's not magic," Qrow corrects, like that should be obvious to anyone. "It's technology. You know... nuts, bolts, lightning Dust?"
...ok, it's not magic by Remnant standards. Also, Prismal technology probably does not run on the
mystical'natural' energy forces of Dust, as technology does back where he's from. Qrow is still going to assume like he knows all about this, though, because the tech is similar enough that it just couldn't be magic.no subject
"So! Fortunes and lucky unlucky guesses aside, what is it you do back at home, hm?" Ah, there it is, that innocent prodding. If they're going for a drink, Molly figured they'd feel out boundaries now so overstepping was...much less of a problem later on when not so sober.
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But he'll think more on that later.
"I'm a Huntsman," Qrow answers, easily enough, except it quickly occurs to him that he'll probably now have to explain what that is. He scratches at the scruff on his jaw in thought, trying to remember what he'd said to the girls when they were still young, when they'd ask him why he'd always have to leave...
"We're... specially trained fighters, I guess. You graduate from an academy, get your license, and then make money doing missions. Mostly it's fighting Gr--uh, monsters," Qrow eventually tries, with a lazy wave of his hand to mark that as a pretty poor summary, indeed.
He takes a look around their neon technicolor landscape, and shrugs. "Might not have much use for me around here, though."
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"It's a small world then, I guess." he offers without follow up. "Not too dissimilar from home, then I suppose." He teeters on offering the unsolicited camaraderie; hey, I was a sort of fighter too. Kinda. Instead, Molly backed off that tidbit, and decided to stick with circus performer, as always. After all; it wasn't a lie. Not entirely.
"Had a couple of pals back home who did something similar, more magic leaning. Saved my ass several times."
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It is interesting to hear that Molly apparently comes from a world that is at least superficially similar to his own. Similar, but definitely different, if Molly is speaking of magic so freely. "How about you, entertainer? You do magic?"
The question sounds off-hand, but there is genuine curiosity in Qrow's eyes. After all, that's a rare skill in Remnant.
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"Me? I suppose that depends what you mean by magic. You seem to have a...different perspective on it than I." Oh, he does, if you could call summoning the blood out of your body to do damage to another 'magic'. Wait...
"I think I remember a certain skeptic telling me my idea of magic was just really good bullshitting." they chuckle, not at all serious about the quote. After all, it wasn't what he said, Molly's just looking for a button to push.
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And it does get them off the topic of magic, before it gets touchy. At least for the time being.
But it's only because he catches the movement from the corner of his eye - plus blessedly fast reflexes - that Qrow just barely manages to sidestep getting his nose flattened by the door that unexpectedly swings open into their path. Qrow exhales slowly, rolling his neck as he watches a raucous group of clearly inebriated natives stagger out of the establishment and past the two of them, cheerfully slurring apologies and greetings to the Moonblessed as they go.
Oh. How fortunate.
smol tag srry ;;
Molly's reflexes are a little less inclined, but thankfully they're out of the way. Flicking their tail again, Molly's face lights up with a grin.
"Well now, what a lucky find." he all but singsongs, and offers to take the door, and in fact doesn't wait. He slides behind and gestures inwards.
"Now the real question is...will they have things we can drink?"
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"Only one way to find out, right?" Qrow throws one of those little devil-may-care grins back in Molly's direction as he steps inside. He pauses there just beyond the entryway for a moment, both to let Molly catch up and to just take it all in.
Everything is so vibrant and colorful. So... iridescent and lunar-themed. It isn't riotously loud or crowded, probably because it's still relatively early in the evening, but it's still a sensory overload for a man who is far more accustomed to his comfortable rotation of hole-in-the-wall village bars. Places where the keep already knows exactly what to pour him, and how many.
Qrow feels both out of his element and completely in it, because the wall behind the bar is lined with hundreds of bottles of curiously colored brews.
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“Impressive.” It’s a similar sensation to Molly; the bar is...colorful. It’s busy to them, as he was more used to taverns, holes-in-the-wall, and inns.
The bottles being so eloquently placed, shaped, colorful and the focal point of the room? That was new too. The logic though didn’t escape him; make them pretty, and people will drink.
Slipping just into the foyer, Molly looks for a coatrack. A barkeep. A barback? Anything familiar.
“Not like any bar I’ve ever seen. Puts a couple of circus tents I’ve been in to shame.” Inwardly he does admit to himself; the lunar theme he could get used to.
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With absolutely no idea what he is doing, Qrow sidles up to what seems to be the bar, where a gal with mermaid-like scales on her arms and face is pouring drinks. To Molly he directs a shrug that says 'fuck it,' before he flags her down.
A request for whiskey is already forming on his lips, but then Qrow considers that those familiar liquors may not be a thing here. "Uh... just get me a glass of something strong, on ice. And whatever my friend here wants."
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