Owner	Pose
Illyana Rasputina	The Bar With No Doors features a particular contraption probably created about 25 years ago by a Gen Xer warlock with the sensibility for acoustics altering emotions. Ennui did him in, but not the black and chrome 'pin' machine that emits all kinds of songs when prompted, right along with the face of a singer. Bit of an eerie effect used by some Atticus guy a decade later, but if one connects to another is one of those questions for the ages. Anyways, the pin machine displays some humanoid expression in collapsing and rising pins that hint at a mouth, lips. The crooning voice is masculine, making a soft imploring: "Save, Save me from this. Wandered around the town, All the thousand things I might miss..." The jarred head bartender serves at the bar. Several mystics, necromancers, and magical beings can be found among the usual clientele, diverse and strange as they are. Some belch of sulfur and pennyroyal emits someone new from... probably Berlin. If it's not the rooftop in Rio. A long-limbed fellow in Messi kit doesn't really make that any more certain. He runs his hand through dark hair, tousling curls lightening to bleached-out white-blond. Bit self-conscious as he looks around and then saunters for the bar.
Stephen Strange	Oh...now there is a song that hasn't been played in a while. Not that Stephen would know much of anything about it. Oh, it might have been in a movie before, back in the almost Aughts. But yes, alternative rock may not have been Stephen's forte. Can't imagine why. Still, it is better than the deathly silence that hangs about the Sanctum at times. And...he was always being told that he needed to go out more. So, Stephen is out. Nevermind the fact that it is out to a place that is rather exclusive with its clientele. The fact is that he is out and that is certainly going to count. Grey eyes catch the bleached individual as he approaches the bar. Oh...this might be interesting.
Illyana Rasputina	"And you Think we'll suffer much? Think we'll close our eyes Just to see the light Pass us by?" The crooning continues, pins pricking the surface of the case in ripples that dance to the breathy, soft ballad on its slow crescendo. Stephen's arrival always brings a stir of interest. Voices halt or stutter. People crane or use their glasses to gauge his progress. The tiki masks chatter, low laughter or grumbling welcome a bit like a haka on the ears or eyes or ninth senses of the mystics. No sneaking in here unannounced. Chatter resumes. A Mayan shaman vanishes in a puff of feathers and leopard spots thrown across the bench he sat on, the blinking black dots accusatory. The newcomer plonks himself on a stool. He even leans a little, twiddling his fingers. Bits of green light fade in and out. Just a tiny sliver of talent on display, tossed around a coin that flashes in his palm and out again. "G&T for me, if ya please." He nods to anyone who gets close, the awkward moment of being a stranger at the bar.
Illyana Rasputina	Musical device, for those in need of visual inspiration: https://www.amazon.com/PowerTRC-Novelty-Point-Impressions-Metal/dp/B01LX2ARJN
Stephen Strange	There is almost a sort of chuckle with the recognition. Even with just getting outside for a bit of a respite is enough to draw notice. Of course, the tiki masks miss nothing, and Strange fully expected that. Still, with the others pausing and stumbling for the moment he steps in, it is still somewhat amusing. And perhaps a little embarrassing if Strange had no ego. Fortunately, that is something he has in near infinite supply. Still, not a direct interaction yet. The newcomer has all the earmarks of a newcomer, trying too hard to show that he fits in. So, of course the Doctor wishes to observe. Just for a moment. Because all good researchers know that observation is key. Why is this newbie trying too hard? He is already in the Bar....that should be good enough.
Illyana Rasputina	The guy gets his gin and tonic in a scowling ceramic tiki glass. Wood, glass, pottery, bone; they have them all. His efforts to earn an impressed look from the bartender fail utterly, of course. The bartender would have to care. Well, the blond deflates a smidge and no more. "Good stuff." He shoves across a coin, and sits back to review the world at his feet. Or the patrons, who aren't generally interested much in him versus Stephen. He nods at the doctor. Youth is on his side; he's probably on the rough side of 21. This probably explains a good deal. "I'm looking to find a guy who got himself in some trouble."
Stephen Strange	"Well, that could describe quite a lot of individuals." No, Stephen didn't necessarily ask why the young man decided to indulge in the giving of information. But...he wasn't going to deny the gentleman the opportunity to do so, either. "If I may be so inclined...what sort of trouble?" There is a pause, then continuation. "For, you see, it does depend on the circumstances of said trouble. Given your prestidigitation skills, you have some magical talent, which is surely why you found your way here. That would lead one to believe that your quarry has similar skills. Because, if not, he would not be here." Strange lets that sink it a little. "It is the reasoning the barkeep may not be as impressed as you would have liked. It is all old hat to him, you see."
Illyana Rasputina	A sip of the G&T isn't practiced. But hey, the blond is delighted, smacking his lips unconsciously behind the rim of the glass. Heat blooms in his cheeks faintly and he grins, a spontaneous show of liking whatever he was given. Gin, mm. "Man, that's as awful and bitter as I hoped it would be." He slouches a bit and waves a hand. "He has to go to a meet up for some 'Friends.' That's what I pieced together. These Friends are like racial purists. The group he fell in with calls their meeting a protest but they won't be peaceful. I just know it." The grimace pulled is one that puts his opinion on that. "He hasn't got any clue. Joaquin's.. he..." He sighs. Coming right out with it, not looking at Stephen, reads like an embarrassed confession. "Not the type to suspect when someone has bad intentions. Not his fault, not really. I'd say it was a very sheltered upbringing. Look, the last thing I want is Joaquin getting beaten up because he thought the protest was just some sign waving and he showed up out of obligation. I just don't know how to *find* him."