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WHO: Cayde-6 and erryone
WHERE: The Deep End (Orange-13 on map)
WHAT: Cayde doesn't like dwelling on negative things so HEY Bar Grand Opening ~~come drink away your sorrows and stress and enjoy company in general~~
WHEN: 'bout a couple of days after the storm's passed, time flexible thereafter
WARNINGS: N/A will change as necessary
NOTES: Use whatever format you want

[Network - Video]

[The image starts out crooked but the Exo's actively adjusting it before he steps back and gives someone a thumb's up off-screen.]

All right, so good news? Nothing sprung a leak despite prior circumstances, surrounding area's a little damp though, but all in all? Everything's pretty much how I left it. Even got some supposed cyanana booze that's been uh...going through this still since before we left for space. -okay I'm not exactly sure how that might taste? So in the meantime, I've got a backup plan.

[He seems to remember something then, coming up close to the communicator.]

But Cayde, you say, what's all this about anyway? Excellent question! I was so excited I forgot to say. Ahem. So, some of you- a good number, actually, might be aware that I have been in the process of putting together a bar-slash-common gathering area type of hangout...thing. It's pretty much been done, just not stocked- but now that we're finally back from...all that and then some, I've got a selection of fine drinks for your...uh... drinking pleasure. Also some non-alcoholic stuff for the non-drinkers and the under-aged. Oh, and there's tea and coffee too.

[Fishing around in his pocket, he holds up a map he's drawn up, the location circled.]

We're right down here, southeast sector, past the lake- I'm working on getting some kind of a landmark but this place is fresh out of neon signs. Anyway! I'll be around. Come as you please, even if I'm not- don't trip up the stairs, help yourself and uh, don't mind if the fish stare at you.

Making the network announcement had helped to fully kick his mood back into a semblance of normal. Truth be told, he just wanted to gather up people together, real people, and settle in with an ambiance of more pleasant times and warmer company.

The backdrop of the water-filled courtyard that made up the center of the nest of buildings had been something Cayde had at the time thought whimsical. During the daylight hours the light that filtered through the large window was a wavering green-blue, offset by the small sconces along the wall and a few individual lanterns at tables and flanking the bar area adjacent to the makeshift aquarium.

Cayde had set up the various bottles of drinks he'd acquired from their planetary pit-stop and scavenged from the cafe on a somewhat crooked shelf behind the bar itself. He'd been trying to go for rustic like those Old West saloons but in the middle gave up and just let things shape itself as he found them. The glassware is just as mismatched as the furniture, but everything's clean and ready to be made use of. If there's anything he really wishes he had, it would be an old-fashioned phonograph player or some kind of music source just to drive off the quiet that filled the space when no people did.

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"Didn't exactly have much of a choice." Jon sighs, then accepts the hand and offers an apologetic smile. "Jonathan Sims. I admittedly spend most of my time here attempting to find something to help make the former library at least resemble a library again and might as well have stayed here while everyone else saved the day." The smile has turned somewhat rueful towards the end. He hasn't really been any help with the actual mission, has he.

He sighs, then leans back with a half shrug and looks up towards the ceiling, the smile softening again. "At least I managed to talk matters over with my boyfriend on our way back."

It's okay to say that now, right? It feels right. So it's okay.

"Don't sell yourself short, the world needs all sorts of heroes," he offers with a small smirk, "It's all about brute force. Without the brains behind it all where would we all be, mm?"

He arches a brow as Jon continues, giving an amused smile, "Well that's something. Cheers to you both," he tips his glass, making a very convincing display of having no idea or interest into who that boyfriend might be. He's done his homework while everyone's been off in space.

While Jon glances over to Beck as the man speaks, he can't exactly hide the small, somewhat flustered blush at those words of approval. He still at least tries. And fails. "Ah, th-thanks." Whatever else he may wish to mumble gets lost in his drink as he raises his glass to take another sip.

"A-anyway. I suppose next time I don't try to get involved in any of the fighting. That... Might help." Jon then admits, deciding to focus on the less private part.

He chuckles lightly at that blush, flashing a reassuring smile to try and tame that stuttering. No need to be flustered.

"I'm sure the fighters need someone watching their back. Trust me, the people behind the scene are usually the most important ones."

Sure. You tell him not to be flustered. Jon will be flustered anyway.

But for now he is occupying himself with his drink, offering a shrug. "You may not be wrong. I still... I feel like I'm the only one here with no experience in any of these roles. Like... There are actual super heroes here? Incredible people with powers that actually do good. I am just-" -a monster, right.

Jon shakes his head without finishing the sentence, then turns his attention to Beck. "What about yourself? I mean-" And he just briefly gestures at the man's attire.

Beck looks down at himself with a dismissive laugh. "Yeaaah, couldn't find a change of clothes. I feel a bit...overdressed." He shares a playful look, before acknowledging what Jon had really been getting at.

"Whatever I was before, I don't have access to that here. But at the end of the day, it doesn't come down to powers. It's whether you're willing to make the stand for what's right. If more ordinary people were willing, I don't think we'd need so many heroes."

Jon raises a curious brow at that. "You lost your powers when coming here?" That's new, yet instantly makes the Archivist feel sympathetic with this man. "Will you be okay? I mean, to some here even a temporary loss of their powers has left them very distraught for a while." Even insulted at Jon suggesting they might want to get used to it for future storms.

"Mm," Becks nods, looking at his hands, trying to put on a look that begs for sympathy, while simultaneously waving it off.

"I'll manage. It's uh...it's been...strange? Getting used to it? But I've had some time now. And I've still got everything up here, so-" Beck taps at his temple with a smirk, "That's not nothing."

"W-well, I- I suppose that's a relief?" Jon says with a little smile, trying to imagine how it would be for him had he been pulled to this world and be stripped of his powers.

It wouldn't be too bad? At least he wants to believe that. At least if something like that wouldn't outright kill him.

"Will you tell me a little about you...? What sort of hero you were in your home?"

"..." Beck's smile fades a little, putting on a very convincing display of trying to hide his grief, rubbing at his wedding band.

"I'm not sure how much of a hero I was in the end..." He clears his throat with an apologetic look, before obliging-

"I work with magicks- flight, energy projections. I was part of a battalion fighting to stop the creatures we called 'Elementals' from consuming our world..." The heavy silence that follows implies how that ended, and Beck takes a long swig of his drink. "I was trying to stop the same thing from happening all over again on a different Earth when I got pulled here."

Jon listens to the man's words, slowly turning the drink between his own hands and only stopping when Beck falls into that silence before finishing his story. And it's the Archivist's turn to be silent.

"I... I'm sorry." He offers eventually, not quite certain what else to say. This man has lost his Earth. His friends and loved ones. And rather than giving up, he has still tried to save another Earth. That's... It's not something everyone would find themselves capable of in such a situation. Jon at least knows he wouldn't be.

It takes him another moment to speak up again. "If there is anything you need, anything I can do to help... You know..." He offers vaguely, not certain if there is anything he even can realistically do to help this man.

"Don't be. We're all in the same boat here, right?" Beck dismisses, trying to wave off that sympathy, glad his story seems to tug at the heart strings just as well here as it did back home.

"If I think of anything, I promise, I'll let you know."

Frowning ever so slightly, Jon's eyes keep lingering on the other man. He seems to take the loss of his powers surprisingly well. Which isn't an attitude Jon feels he could muster in that situation.

Has he really gotten this used to those damning powers of his already?

The frown fades with a sigh, which shifts fluidly into a nod. "Yes. Just let me know. Maybe we can even figure out what happened. Maybe we can fix this."

He's had quite a while on his own, that could explain it.

Beck's head turns slightly at that faint frown, just shy of arching a brow in question. He smiles then and returns the nod.

"With any luck. I've been working on a few ideas, I'll let you know if any of them seem to have potential."

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Pretend that said 'It's NOT all about brute force.' like I meant >_>

lol - it's fine~

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