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Who: Ellen or Porthos and EVERYONE
Where: Ellen: Bar, mostly
Porthos: Outside, wandering, or the library
When: The length of the event.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Catch all for my people.
The Story: OOC:

Ellen: She'll mostly be in the bar, and there will be songs playing. REO, Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd, CCR, AC/DC... She might even have some jazz going (Ella Fitzgerald is her fave).

She'll also be shimmying around and being THE BEST BARTENDER EVER. EVAR.

Porthos: Porthos doesn't like Wonderland, but he's got good wine, some heartier drinks and will be wandering around outside, breaking into raunchy tavern songs at random times. Yep.

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"Highest ranking." Ellen agrees. She's not sure how the ranking in heaven goes, and has never asked, really.

She sighs and pulls out a bottle of whisky, downing a couple of shots before continuing. "You watch yourself around him. He's an archangel with a grudge. From what I can tell, it's against humanity." She pours herself more whisky because damn she hates talking about Lucifer. "I don't know what he's going to do while he's here, but it can't be good."

"Great," Natasha sighs, tossing back the last of her drink with a grimace. Sounds like this was going to be a fun stay. "He wouldn't be the first one. Besides, if the lore was anywhere near true, he's had a grudge a long time. I'll keep my eyes open, don't worry."

Ellen snorts. "Which Lore? Judiasm? Christian? Muslim? There's too much lore and not enough truth in any of it. This seems to follow JudeoChristian, but that could just be our interpretation of it."

Ellen knows better than to just assume. That could come back and bite her in the ass a lot, later.

"Well they have similar roots, or so I thought," Natasha answers, giving a shrug, her expression rueful for a moment. "Although I'm hardly an expert on the matter. And somehow I doubt he'd appreciate being asked, am I right?"

"I wouldn't ask him if the sky is blue." Ellen has her issues with Lucifer and it shows, no matter what she's trying to hide. "Michael's a bit better, but doesn't seem to like humans much either." She knows he tolerates them well enough, but doesn't like them. "You want honest answers, Castiel's about the only one I would trust. But what he says is up to him."

She likes Cas. He's her favorite angel. Always has been.

That's not one of the familiar angel names, but Natasha makes a note of it all the same, committing it to memory in case the need for information on that front becomes something they require. Personally she'd rather stay as far away from angels and demons as possible. Having their hands full with Asgardians had been problematic enough.

Of course, she wasn't naive enough to think that it was entirely avoidable, even in a place like this. So she'd probably do some digging of her own before it became a necessity.

So Natasha nods and finishes the last of her drink, flashing Ellen a wry smile. "Thank you. This has been an enlightening conversation," she replies, her lips twisting into a wry smile. "I appreciate the tips, I really do."

Ellen just hopes Lucifer will keep leashes on his demons. Crowley included. He'd given them the colt, but she got the impression that it didn't work.

"I run a class about lore from home. Stop by some morning and have a sit-in. Might learn a few things."

Ellen teaches outside of class for a few now and again, for several reasons. All of them her own.

Natasha makes note of that as she slides off her stool, giving her a pleased smile. "I'll do that. The knowledge might come in handy. I appreciate your willingness to share," she added, then glanced at the bar, because this felt strange, and then she realized why.

She gave a laugh, tucking her hands in her pockets. "What's the policy on tipping around here?"

Ellen shrugs. "First drink is free. Next time, lend a hand, or toss me some info on the folks from your world." Because Ellen knows how powerful having knowledge makes her.

"Other than that, not much I need."

Natasha pauses, then inclines her head. "I'll do that, if I can. Although compared to where you're from, my world sounds almost mundane." Almost, but not quite. They just had a different set of problems. "Lending a hand's something I can do though, if you ever need it. Just give me a call."

Ellen accepts that. She understands not wanting to give everything away and the poor woman... Ellen had barely scratched the damned surface when it comes to her world. There's a lot more there.

"I'll put you on the call list, since if we get busy, something's happened."

"Let's hope for all our sake's that things stay calm enough that I'm not needed, then," Natasha quipped, tipping her head at the woman as she headed for the door. "Thank you, Ellen. It was a pleasure to meet you."

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