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Sandman, Topaz NPC: Ian McNee

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IC Date:
04/29/13 09:30

Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich Village

The mage, Ian McNee, tries to get in with Topaz so he can get to Dr. Strange. Sandman returns and takes offense.

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==[ Voodoo Lounge - Greenwich Village ]==

One must descend a flight of black slate stairs flanked by walls papered in rock concert programs before discovering...

This is no ordinary urban mecca. This is no sports bar, no yuppie hipster watering hole. This... is the famed Voodoo Lounge.The lights are recessed into the wall, and of a golden hue, dimmed low enough that one can see where one is going, but still be able to consider the atmosphere intimate. People more than a dozen feet away will appear as mere shadows until one is right up on them. The walls are paneled in mahogany wood. The bar, that travels down the left side of the room is teak with a black marble top, polished to a fare-thee-well. Taps are visible just past the lip of the countertop. There's a recess in it so that a bartender can slide drinks to the waiting patrons. Behind the bar, the expected mirror -- this one beveled on the edges. Glasses and more elaborate drinkware hangs upside down from a wooden rack above.

The barstools appear to be leather and wood, but they are reinforced to handle patrons of superhuman size. The floor is carpeted in plush brown carpet, thick enough to sink into, though nothing seems to ever reach it if anything is spilled. There are cozy tables and booths clustered at the front and back of the room. A long, thickly stuffed leather sofa, also in brown, is along the entire front wall and side wall. A hidden moving light casts random shapes and sigils around the room in muted hues -- slowly enough so it's ambience-enhancing rather than disorienting. Potted palms flank the door and stand in the corners. There are hanging plants above the tables, leaves dripping lazily down toward the floor, but not enough to impede anyone there. Carefully hidden speakers pipe music into the room that varies from the contemporary to the exotic. There is no television behind the bar. The back wall has a floor-to-ceiling fountain that trickles away serenely. A few feet in front of the back wall is a modest stage, also set with small tables if there's no one performing.The entire vibe is like someone set a bar in a cozy little alcove in some exotic place far removed from New York City.

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Early Monday morning, once again the Voodoo Lounge employees are cleaning up from the night before and preparing to open for the day. Relatively warm outside, it is a lovely Spring Day. Nothing could go wrong. . .or could it.

Those with mystical awareness will not the presence of magic in the air as a glow appears directly at the entrance to the Voodoo Lounge. A nebbish looking young man, dressed all in green with a matching green cape and hipster looking red glasses steps out. Ian McNee holds his hand out and a glowing rose appears. He ahems and clears his throat and then softly knocks on the entrance to the establishment.

Despite being the owner of the place, Topaz does her part to help in the clean up. She wanders around the main floor of the bar, putting chairs in their proper spots at tables and wiping the latter down with a damp cloth. Her nose wrinkles slightly as the tingles of magic crosses her senses. In her experience the sudden appearance of magic usually isn't a good sign, so ultimately she is prepared for the worse. Especially after the last uninvited after hours visitors she had.

"The bar is closed." she states, giving the young man a once over, followed by a positivly neutral, unimpressed expression.

"I seek an audience with the lady proprietor of this fine magical establishment." He bows, acting gentlemanly. Her curt answer is met with a surprised expression. "I am Ian McNee, future Sorceror Supreme. I wish to speak with the Lady Topaz." He holds out the rose, glowing rose. But to those with magic, it is simply just a rose that is glowing. No more. He bows again. His young looking face, almost pouting like a child who wants and is used to getting his way.

As Topaz joins her employees in cleaning, small spots of sand appear randomly throughout the bar, indicative of the other-multiverse guests who has been out and about.

A flash of recognition crosses Topaz's face as the mage introduces himself, though there is nothing more than that "You seem quite sure of yourself, Mr. McNee. I am Topaz." a glance is given to her staff and they take is as a cue to go do thier cleaning in other areas of the bar. "And why do you seek me out? Certainly not to better your chances at the title you seek. Besides being Doctor Strange's former pupil I have no true status in the world of mages...certainly none that would better yours my challenging me to a duel." she knows of course that he isn't her for that, she probably would have sensed that right off.

"Ah, Topaz, you do not do yourself justice. You are clearly more than Stephen's former pupil." He approaches. His arms extended to show he means no threat. He bows and attempts to pass Topaz to glowing rose, "A beautiful flower for a beautiful woman." He winks and attempts to grab her hand to kiss it.

The sand over in one corner begins to slowly scatter the bar, small grains, nothing too noticeable, except maybe to Topaz.

Topaz looks at the rose before taking it. She is well aware that Ian is a clever mage, one her equal, maybe even a notch above her power wise and she certainly doesn't want to make him her enemy. "Clearly." she agrees as her hand is taken. She uses the advantage of the contact to get a better read on his intentions, if it is true interest or just a means to better himself. "Thank you Ian. I may call you Ian?" she gestures to a table, inviting him to sit "Would you care for a drink?" As for the sand. she took note of the unusual amounts of it early on and has made it a point to avoid stepping on the larger deposits of them.

Getting a read on him, Topaz will notice he is being particularly flirty, but has no true feelings for her other than using her as a tool to get to Strange. "Your grandest most expensive drink. One befitting a future Sorcerer Supreme." He goes to the bar leaning on the counter, "And so, you are Strange's mistress. I must say, this must be difficult for you. The old man always away in some dimension, ignoring the needs of a beauty such as yourself." As he leans on the bar, sand begins to accumulate by his legs and feet but makes no move to actually make contact with the mage.

"Surely you are not naive enough to believe the exaggerated stories the newspapers and programs tell?" Topaz asks in genuine disbelief. On her way around the bar she grabs a step stool and uses it to get grab a bottle of cognac of the upper shelf "He has never been more than my teacher. Mistress indeed." she gives him an not so nice look as she pours his drink into a glass "Now who has the low opinion of me?" she seems to find the fact that he would believe such lies of her offensive.

His expression changes to one that is almost sour. The glowing rose loses its shine and simply shrivels up. "You are not the paramour of Dr. Stephen Strange?" Ian asks with a whiny voice. He frowns as if this is suddenly a huge waste of time. Trying to save some face, but not too much. He looks over at Topaz, "Why, of course, I would not believe such news from the rags." He eyes the bottle, "You know. I realize the time. . .I should be going." A bright light appears behind him. A glowing portal. He grumbles something inappropriate as he walks towards the portal. Sand slithers on the ground following as he turns back to look at Topaz as he quickly makes his way to the portal, "So you and Stephen? There is not even the slightest attraction. No reason for me to lure you away from him?"

Setting the bottle of her finest cognac aside, Topaz is about to set the glass in front of Ian when his demeanor changes. Of course it is no surprise to her, and she won't belittle his intelligence by feigning it. "Not in the slightest, nor will I ever be. Our relationship has always been and will always be strictly professional." with him not taking the drink she will lift it toward him almost toast like "And next time, do the honorable thing and go directly to Doctor Strange, or whoever your target is, instead of trying to get to them through someone else." she will then take a sip of the fine beverage.

Ian hmphs slightly offended. With his back ready to head into the portal, the sand takes shape behind him. A large sand handsmacks the back off his head knocking his glasses into the portal. Another sand hand snags at the man s green trousers yanking them down revealing a rather embarrassing pair of tighty whities. And finally a sand foot appears kicking the mage over as he attempts to lifts his trousers up. Ian falls into the portal as a disembodied, but familiar voice to Topaz speaks, "She's with me. Get the fuck out and don't come back." Too busy trying to adjust himself and spare himself further embarrassment, the portal closes, leaving Ian a mess and now an enemy of Sandman's. The sand forms into a humanoid form and morphs into Bill Baker. "How about a glass of that cognac for me?" If it is not evident to Topaz already, this is her Sandman. THE Sandman.

Topaz is pretty sure that the young mage will quickly get over her comments so doesn't seem overly worried about offending the man. Another sip of her drink is taken as the sand begins to take humanoid form and her expression goes from curious to wincing as Ian gets a bit manhandled going through his portal. It's her first clue non-subtle clue as to which version of Sandman this is. And is enough to draw her senses from the mage to him. A warm, somewhat surprised, smile comes to her face as she is addressed, "Of course." she is to pleased by his reappearance at the moment to sully it by scolding him for his harshness. Leaning over the bar she gives him a welcome back kiss and then go about pouring his drink.

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