Most bars would be deserted at this time of day. Not so with Reggie's. The crowd here clusters around dirty wooden tables that clutter the room. Cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air and shitty beer slows freely. On the opposite wall from the entrance, past the long bar top is the corkboard. Pinned to its worn-out surface are dozens of fliers. Periodically a patron approaches to study the jobs advertised there, perhaps even tearing away one that catches their eye. Reggie himself stands vigil in his place behind the bar, keen eyes scanning every occupant.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

-time to wake up ya know. you really need to work on that sleep schedule...come on GET UP-

Jaylen Zilla's hooded head fired up suddenly from one of Reggie's rugged, but clean table. A young adult drop out dressed in a trodden hoodie that was crusted at the sleeve. He wiped the drool from his bottom lip and onto his likewise dusty blue jeans.

"Alright-alright I'm up, Walkman no need to yell."

-I cannot yell nor whisper. I speak in your mind with the same volume seeing as we speak telepathically-

"Right, right uh huh. So what's up any trouble? You've been working me to the bone back to this place what's going on?"

-to your people you would call it a 'hunch' something worries me about this place-

"And that's exactly why you brought me to what could possible be described as one of the most run down bars in town?"

-yes-

"...okay, sure. Welp, might as well get us something to do other than wait"

Jaylen stood and made his way around keep a lackluster focus on just about every patron at the bar. Finally meandering his way over to poster board to see what kind of heroic duties he could pull today. He glanced here and there through the requests hoping to find something that felt a little more worth suiting up for, but he didn't think a lost cat necassarily needed that level of reaction.

"Yo, Reggie d'you vet any of these requests or is it all just whomever needs the help?"

He couldn't tell if Reggie remarked about the statement or not before Walkman started pulling on his nerves to get moving.

"Woah what's going on? Why are you freaking out?"

-danger. we need to move. danger it feels close.-

"Chill out we are fine nothing is coming for us right now."

-I cannot feel temperature like you humans. I do not need supplemental cooling. however, we must move. something bad might be happening-

"Well that's ominous. Fine, fine here we'll take this one. It might at least get me someone's number"

Jaylen reached out and pulled off a missing dog poster. Pinned right next to it was a sign up sheet for the college extra curricular studies.

"Huh, isn't there something going on down today? I heard some convo's about it earlier. Think we could sneak in?"

-I would advise against illegal activity, but I will start the equation-

"It's not illegal Walkie I mean technically. I WAS a student. Who knows maybe my student ID will still work it hasn't been too long has it?"

After that notion Jaylen turned scratching his lower back and made for the door. Now focused on what could possibly be going on at the college he cut his ties with not long ago. Maybe someone will remember him. Hopefully, no one remembers him.

Heading to the University
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The walk to Reggie’s wasn’t long, but it felt like forever with how bad Jeanne needed a drink and a smoke. In one miserable day her body had been burned and her hideout was compromised by that arrogant undead bastard guardian. The only up side was she now had a doctor on staff with an incredible albeit painful serum. But that little bit of good news was not enough to help the shit mood she was now in.

Walking into Reggie’s she made her way to a corner stool on the bar setting her bag on the floor between her legs. “Can I get a double shot of vodka” she said duly before taking a moment to breathe in the smoke filled air, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, lighting up, and taking a drag.

The regular crowd at Reggie's glances at Jeanne as she enters. She isn't approached as most new arrival would be, instead, she is left to her own devices. As her drink is placed in front of her the bartender stays at the table side. "Can I help you with something?"

Once the drink is placed Jeanne throws it back, the smooth taste and burn fill her as she let out a sigh of relief, “The only help I need is a couple more stiff drinks, this cigarette.” She said taking another drag then turning her head slightly before breathing the smoke up and away from the bar tender.

"Seems to me you need something more, you walk your way in here after all," he leans closer to you, "no one comes to Reggie's unless they need something." As he speaks Jeanne notices his eyes. They are green but the surface of them gleams like an oil slick.

She looks at him dully “Look, I’m really in no mood for what ever game you are attempting to play here.” She looks him up and down “So get me another drink and piss off” she takes another drag blowing the smoke intentionally in the man’s face.

As the smoker billows around his face only his strange eyes are visible. For a moment, their odd color is punctuated by a cat-like pupil. He smiles as the smoke clears, "I'm not playing anything. This is my establishment and I simply was hoping to understand what desire you came here to fulfill." He steps back from the table, "might I at least have your name?"

15:32, Today: Jeanne Sextus rolled 12 using 1d20. On a perception task Dc 18

Adjusting in the seat she turned herself and crossed one leg over the other, taking another puff and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. “The names Jeanne, and as I said I’m just here for a drink, nothing more nothing less. Which by the way is empty.” She said taping the glass she had just recently emptied.