"Not my style," Iris echoed, "And besides, I like my mask." Slowly, the helmet-head began parting from the pair before settling in on a couch. The more vastly different people who entered, the less he worried he was about potential danger. Sure, it was still odd. But... odd was fine.

Riley noticed several things decorating the main lounge. Couches, chairs, tables, a jukebox and a bar. The CIA wasn't much for drinking, but he strolled over to the counter and plopped himself down on a seat, he called to the bartender, a girl with red hair and green eyes. "Hey there! Can I get some scotch?" He asked.

Now that Gangsta Tom was off of the Jukebox, Dozer was able to put it back into place and examine whatever damage happened. He tried to change the music, but nothing happened. He tried to turn it off, but it just blared louder than ever. He rubbed his forehead in frustration and gave out a short sigh.

"Guys, the controls to the Jukebox are utterly broken. I'm afraid it's going to be playing this either until it runs out of juice or until the manager here allows me to destroy it."

During the last part of his speech, he gestured towards Bill. Afterwards, he headed towards a bunch of chairs in the center of the room. Not too far from the couch, but still close enough to head over to and interact with Iris should he want to continue the conversation.

Nina: "Sure thing." She gets to pouring the drink in a rocks glass.

Bill, meanwhile, sighs and snaps his fingers. The Jukebox seems to repair itself, and starts playing some early Michael Jackson hits.

Bill: "Now that that's been dealt with, more or less, I think I'll explain how these interviews work. Essentially, you simply answer freely. There are private rooms downstairs for those not comfortable answering questions in front of others. There are some questions that can only be answered out here openly, and there are some that can only be answered in private, though most, you can decide on yourself. All that out of the way, here's question one: How would you describe your life so far? Do you wish that some aspect of it could be altered?"

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How would you describe your life so far? Do you wish that some aspect of it could be altered?"

Shifting from his strictly observation based presence amongst the other guests, Sencarn adjusts his position in the bar stool underneath him. While he would certainly adore the process of sitting and watching the motley crew of individuals reflect on their choices throughout life, the wild-haired individual can't help but feel obligated to make his promised contribution to the festivities. Peering through his monocle, the sloppily clothed partygoer does a half rotation in his seat, speaking clear, calm, and with just the sufficient amount of volume for each member of the gathering to hear.

"While my story may or may not be as interesting as the slurring, possibly offensive 'gangster', I would have to say it's been a ride most others can only dream of. It is not every day that one sees a homeless man offering what's left of the change in his pocket and the clothes off his back, and one could argue it is even more rare to see that same homeless be rewarded for an action many sane men would deem foolish."

Like a fresh, warm coat of chocolate the young man's voice envelops the room, the King of Pop himself dethroned as a new tone grasps for everyone's attention. Sencarn descends from his bar stool, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets before strolling casually and without a sense of urgency toward one of the many lounge chairs.

"Whether it be getting swindled out of all my belonging as a selfless child, befriending a serial killer, or waging war against the system many of you here call your employers, there isn't a single aspect of my life I would change if given the chance. This current timeline is a blessing among blessings, and I am grateful for it."

With a "plop" the monocled guest sinks into a new chair with pale, crimson eyes awaiting the responses of those around him as his theatrics come to an end.

{I shouldn't try to write this close to midnight, lol.}

{OoC: Did this motherfucker just assume he can dethrone MJ? Best check himself.}

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{OoC: Did this motherfucker just assume he can dethrone MJ? Best check himself.}

{OoC: I don't want to turn this into a musical(Lyrical?), but I'll snatch Michael's crown, bitch slap Queen, and behead anyone brave enough to claim Prince(too soon?) if I have to. Don't test me.}

[OOC: I'm not going to cheese this. While there is some serious bullshit going on with the kin, they are not going to troll anybody. Just saying. You can interact with them. ]
Sleipnir and Adriana titled their heads in unison.
"Well, yes and no."
"I mean, we have had our fair share of mistakes..."
"But we've most always manage to correct them."

"We would agree with the gentleman in the chair who is attempting to impress everyone."
"This timeline is a blessing... and once you've seen worse ones, you can be quite satisfied with what you have."

[just a quick note, Sleipnir spoke first]

Dammit throw me in there son!

Altaer sighed. "Anything I'd want to change about my life, eh? Well shit."

He looked down for a moment, tracing his scars while he thought. "Of course. Unlike some of you flamboyants here --" he paused for a sarcastic and distasteful glance at Sencarn "-- during my life I was actually human. You know, the kind of person that has hard knocks and makes mistakes and wishes things could be better."

He moved forward off the wall, heading slowly towards the bar. He'd want a drink after thinking about this. "Honestly, though, I've needed that training. If there's one thing I wouldn't change about my life, it'd be my death. Me dying has helped, oddly enough. So, yeah, I'd sure as hell change some things in my life. But not one thing about my afterlife. I'm not the most admirable person here -- I know that. Thanks to David and my other friends, though, I'm changing lives here. Saving 'em."

He shrugged as he sat down beside Riley. "Guess that's about all a person can try to do with their time, you know?"

Finishing his speech, he spun around on the bar stool. "Hey girl. I'd like a Bloody Mary. Actually, no...make that a White Russian. I'm in the mood for something sweet."

Sleinpir chuckled. "I like him," she smiled. "Especially that aura... reminds me of home. Not quite the same place, but similar."
"But that would require him to..."
"Remember Al.ice talking to us about that one guy from that serpent club, or whatever it was?"
"Oh... Wait that guy? He sounded actually interesting."
"Yep. Nice job on the speech there. Sorry we aren't human. But we do have things we have done incorrectly..."
"And our regret is kind of literally a part of us now."

Nina calmly pours the vodka, cream and coffee liqueur into an iced glass, before tossing it to Altaer, returning to polishing her glasses and generally ignoring the assembly.

Riley calmly took his drink and turned in his chair at the bar, making little movement as he gulped the scotch down in one go. Listening to the others respond, he sighed and looked down, resting his hands on his knees. "I'm surrounded by psychopaths..." He muttered.

Whipping his head back up, he leaned back against the bar's counter. "Do I like my life? I'd have to say yes. I can't really complain about what I got. If I could change anything, It'd be to get my original arm back. Not this synthetic one." He answered solemnly, swinging his right limb around in the air.

Adrian heard Riley's mutter and smiled. He wasn't half wrong.

Sleipnir, however, was oblivious, and smiled at the agent's honest, straight forward answer. This was going to be an enjoyable experience, clearly.

The Dead Man Walking saw Adrian smile and gave him a slanted glance, "What're you smiling about over there? I say something funny? Cause if I did, that's not like me to do something like that."

Riley turned back around in his chair and called, "Uh, bartender? Could I get another one please?" He asked politely, nodding towards his glass.