Prepping the DeLorean

It's ALMOST like being on a job again. Only in her 'home town.' Which means that all the tricks she usually pulls aren't 'acceptable' around here. Like impersonating government officials.... who MAKES these rules??

So after heading out to scope out the Lighthouse (only to find, indeed it is surrounding and going to be difficult to get into during the day... stupid coast guard).

And ANGELS?? They're actually real?? Oh C'MON!!!

All of this mingled together with the fact that she is stuck in Boston, and she KNOWS she's stuck here for a bit, knows there is no way out... There's only one thing left to do. And only one person who could point her in the right direction...

The bar wasn't quite what Rese had expected. More used to biker bars, This is by far more brightly lit. "The Pink Galleon??" She had been positively incredulous at the name of the place, but had gone in regardless. No. Not a gay bar - just... pink. Don't ask.

The room itself is a giant 'L' shape, the interior of said L belonging to the kitchen and the bar. In the back, a number of pool tables, a light dangling over each of them (the fact that they're pink... that's just cringe worthy). The front part has a small stage set up, even a dance floor. Betwen the dance floor andthe pool tables? Regular tables and booths for people to sit and chat.

Rese is seated at the bar itself well before she was supposed to meet with the shopkeeper - hey! Who else is she supposed o invite out to drinks?? - but her attention is fixed on the stage as she sips her beer.

Or, more precisely, the rather overweight man ON the stage who's belting out Shania Twain. And doing a fairly decent job of it.

Having been Out doing God-knows-what since he left Danny's shop, Isiael looks... a little rumpled. He's still wearing that jacket despite the fact it's summer, which earns him some looks as he just strolls into the bar. The ID-checker at the door tries to stop him to check his ID, but he just gives him a Look and goes right on past. For whatever reason - probably because he at least looks well over the age limit and also looks like he's had a loooong day, not to mention the fact that there are half a dozen people waiting to get in - the doorman just sends him a glare and goes back to checking. Those paying attention may note that he does speak to another of the employees, however.

Pausing once inside, the angel gives a look around, holding up bar-traffic and causing a couple of grumbles and a couple of "hey, watch it, buddy". He pays them no heed, however, and finally spots Rese and makes his way over. So much for escaping! "I may have need of your assistance after all," he says once near, eyeballing the man singing on stage.

Having a pretty direct view of the door, Rese hesitates. Her beer is halfway to her mouth, and she simply goes very, very still. Holding her breath. Oh, but she's found. It's not until Isiael is walking towards her that she stops to sip of her beer again, her gaze flitting towards the stage again. She gives a slight incline of her head as the man takes a seat next to her, and he rmouth quirks at the edges to a grin. "Do you sing?" she asks instead of answering his statement.

The angel, for once, looks very thrown off. "Sing?" he echoes, like this is a foreign concept to him. It's obviously /not/, as he looks over to the stage with a somewhat worried expression, and blue eyes cut back over to her, both quizzical and a little baffled as to why this question has any particular importance to what his question was. "Like--that? I don't think so."

Ah, but Mr. Shania Twain isn't up on the stage for much longer. As he finishes and inevitably takes his bow and so on, leaving the stage to a round of applause, a familiar face begins walking up the stairs opposite, guitar in hand. Hello, Danny. The man obviously has a very small wardrobe, as he's wearing only a white tee, his ratty green army cap, and a pair of worn jeans. But hey, it works for him. The guitar, on the other hand, is far more magnificent: It's a polished, red, cherry wood guitar with painted feathers drifting from the sound hole like flames. This is clearly Danny's alternative to a muscle car. Without fanfare or introduction, he gets right to his song - apparently it's about the singing for him and not the show, because the audience may as well not be there. The first few chords to Seal's 'Kiss from a Rose,' echo through the microphone, and the shopkeeper begins: "There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea..." And he's good. Enchantingly so.

"Funny how I wanted to talk to him about a graying tower, alone by the sea," Rese murmurs, more to herself than to anyone else as she can't help but stare at Danny. Hey, it was unexpected, okay?? She gives herself a good shake, returning her full attention to the angel.

Okay, half her attention - she's still half watching/listening to the shopkeeper sing.

"You aren't so hot on the whole... 'social graces' thing, are you?" she drawls out, elbows braced on the bar behind her, bottle still in hand. Yup, she's comfortable here, by golly. "You know. Chatting someone up before you dive straight into asking for favors?" Hmmm... maybe NOT such a good idea to lecture an /angel/. "What were you needing?" There ya go. Good girl.

Isiael seems surprised to see Danny; he clearly wasn't expecting him to even be here, much less be singing. "Is this a custom here?" he asks of Rese, looking over to her quizzically.

The latter question, however, that actually causes him to look down. He doesn't seem embarrassed, not really; it's just perhaps frustration or perhaps a mimicry of it. It's hard to say. "I haven't been here long," he admits, after a moment. "I've watched humans for a long time, but ... their ways and customs still seem very foreign to me." He clears his throat. "I need to go back in time." ...yeah.

Meanwhile, Danny continues singing about roses and light hitting glooms and such forth. The chords to the song aren't particularly difficult, so one couldn't really assess the man's guitar-playing skill by it alone, but he's certainly not having any trouble with /this/ song at least. When at last the man finishes the final few, powerful lines of the song, he utters a short, "Thank you," into the microphone despite any calls for an encore, and begins to step away from the stage. Either he's very humble, or very embarrassed in spite of himself. It also doesn't appear as if he's seen Rese and Isiael yet.

THe rest of the song is lost lost as Isiael gets her FULL attention now. Rese blinks a few times, her mind lurching to find the proper words. It isn't working so well. "I'm sorry, I left my Dalorean back at the house." Oh yes. Clever. "Um..." her brows come together and she gives a shake of her head. "I'm sorry, I think I had misunderstood you..."

Isiael continues watching Danny with curiousity, though he does answer Rese: "I... don't know what a DeLorean is, but I don't think it's necessary. If you want to bring it, I don't think that will be a problem, unless it is another person." He looks back to Rese, oblivious to the fact that the reference just skipped over his head. "It will be very ...trying, for me, but after doing some research I don't think it would be a good idea for me to go alone."

At some point Danny reappears at the bar some space away from the pair, having stowed his guitar somewhere. Of course, he's chatting - or rather, listening - to a group of spectators and other karaoke singers. In typical Danny fashion, he manages a rather unenthused expression while still appearing to be interested. There's also a beer involved. Hi! He's not far from you, now.

"Conversation, chocolate chip cookies, and... 80s flicks," Rese says faintly. "We are going to have a /fine/ time educating you." She runs he free hand back through her hair, ending iwht rubbing at the back of her neck. "Right." A deep breath, and she lets it out slowly. "Riiiiiiiiight." She gives a good shake of her head, looking towards Danny. Then picks up a peanut from the bar-bowl and tries to ping it off the back of the shopkeeper's head. That done, she returns her attention back to the angel. "So... back in time? How... does one achieve that? I'm a little afraid of... I mean, is that even /possible/?" Watch the woman boggle.

"The ...cookies... were very edible," Isiael says solemnly, apparently thinking this is a good compliment. He follows the path of the thrown peanut, and then shrugs a shoulder. "It's difficult. That's why I would like people to go with me. I will probably be worn terribly thin when I get there. But as far as the 'how' goes, I can take us."

Ow. Was that a peanut? Breaking off a conversation with some woman who's obviously trying to pick him up (is that a cougar?), Danny glances over his shoulder to spot Rese, and twists his lips a bit. Well, in /that/ case. Said woman is offered a little half-hug, which seems to do for now, as she doesn't follow the shopkeeper over to Rese's side. And he promptly tries to share the stool with her. "Hello," he says, setting his beer on the bar. "Isiael," he tips his head towards the angel. "I imagine you didn't come for drinks."

Sharing a stool?? Rese chuckles, scooting over enough so the fellow can take a perch next to her. "He apparently wants to do a roadtrip so of course, hunts his buds down to do so," she offers to the shopkeeper, taking a good swig of her beer afterwards. Right. A small shake of her head to clear it. "Alright. Say I'm wiling to bite. When do you want to go?" she asks of the angel. "And... and where?" Both seem rather valid questions to be asking. "You said you already went and scouted it out a bit? Does this have to do with the, uh, Nyx?" That was the name they were bandying about, right?

"The Himalayan Mountains," Isiael answers. "And hello. No, I did not, I-- that." Rese is gestured to. "I don't think it would be wise for me to take the trip by myself in my--current situation." He scowls, clearly unhappy about this. Meanwhile, the barstaff the doorman alerted finally makes his way over, setting a hand on the angel's shoulder, and Is half-turns with a brow raised. "Sorry, man, policy. We need to see your ID." --which, in turn, just causes a bit of a blank stare.

And not being a small man, Danny takes up quite a bit of that stool. Close quarters and everything! Wait... Himalayas? "You're really going to go?" Is that a hint of excitement? Obviously, he must have deduced what the pair were discussing, though before he can query further, there is yon bouncer-doorman person. "We can go," he adds to the pair, tossing back the rest of his beer, and then sliding off the stool. "For a walk. Just let me get my guitar."

Rese is barely on the darn thing, what with how much Danny is taking up, and it would seem personal space was a thing of the past! She turns to tilt her head up at Danny as he seems to know just what is going on here, blinking at him a copule of times before looking to Isiael. She really has something to say here, by golly! But interrupted by the bouncer. Her body tenses, her grip on the beer bottle shifting...

... but damnit! The shopkeeper is being all /amiable/. She wrinkles her nose a bit, but hops down from the stool. "He's with us," she informs the bouncer, tossing back the remains of the beer and setting the bottle on the bar counter. "We'll..." SIGH "... go for that walk." Grumble.

The bouncer seems amiable enough, really, and just a bit tired to be hassling someone who is clearly not underage, but, rules are rules. "Just remember it next time and you'll be fine," he adds, and then shuffles off. Isiael just looks a little confused, but then he looks back toward Danny. "Of course I'm going to. It's ..." He waffles about with the proper description, but finally settles on, "Unfortunately necessary." He gets up, though.

Danny is a nice fella! Perhaps that's why he doesn't go out more often. "Just go on outside and I'll meet you there." And sure enough, about five or so minutes later, he meets the both of them outside with a guitar case strapped over his shoulder. "So were you saying you wanted to take Rese with you?" It's an honest question, not really a hint of jealously, but there's /some/ yearning there. He did, after all, mention to the angel that he'd been looking for the chance to go Off and do Things.

"Of course, sir," Rese says, taking Isieal gently by the arm. "We'll be sure he has proper ID on him next time." Note to self: have Nan make ID for the angel. She leads the fellow out (if he lets her, of course), stopping there with a sigh. "Maybe we can pick a fight out here," muttered to herself. Not that she acts on the inclination, but still.

Her attention swings back to Danny as he reappears, giving him a crook of a smile before looking back to the angel. "I mean, I'm happy to go," she says quickly. "But don't you think Danny, well... knows a little mroe about all of this than I do? Don't get me wrong," she adds quickly. "I can make sure no one will touch you. But I'm afraid I might not have all the expertise he does..." The things she does for new friends.

Isiael does allow himself to be led out, and the bouncer just shakes his head and goes back to work - who knows what he thinks.

Outside, he stands and waits for Danny, though he tilts his head a little. "I just assumed you would be willing to go," he admits to Danny, and to answer Rese's question. "I was going to bring both of you." And then: "What did that man want me to give him?"

Oh, well, in /that/ case. "He wanted you to show proof of age. That your vessel's body is old enough to drink alcohol." Danny is so very patient with the angel. Most of the time. "Hunters have a... unique and necessary perspective," he also admits to Rese, and it's obviously intended to be a compliment. "Despite the often violent approach."

Her phone is slipped out of her pocket, and Rese holds it up. "Say 'cheese,'" she instructs softly, and clicks a picture of the angel. "I'll have Nan cook up something appropriate," she says in an aside to the shopkeeper. "So you're bringing both of us?" Her brows knit for a moment, but she nods. "Alright. When are we going? I mean..." pause. "I mean when are we going to and when do you want to go. That's the best way to put it." She shakes herself a bit, nudging the gents to start walking so they aren't crowded about on the sidewalk. "Not all of our approaches are violent," she adds, almost as if in afterthought. "Just most of them."

Isiael owlishly blinks at the phone-camera, which makes for a probably surprisingly appropriate terrible ID picture. He doesn't demand to see it, though. "Uh," he says, eloquently, but then catches up to the conversation. "Yes. And... 1931. June 12, at 5:05 PM." Well, at least it's in the summer. He walks along after the others, though. "Yes, well. I believe this vessel is of appropriate age."

The shopkeeper doesn't have anything else to say about Hunter methods, as he's mostly already made clear what he thinks anyways. Rese's comment is given a nod; he seems confident Nan can do most anything. "To my knowledge that's a period of time where Shambhala had a romantic notion, and people were actively looking for it. The Nazis would try again some years later." All business, he.

Her brows come together slightly as she tucks her camera back into her back pocket. "I don't really know anything about that era," she admits. "Or what we're going into. I know..." she looks at Danny briefly before looking to Issy. "I assume you want me there to help watch your back, right? What kind of firearms aren't going to cause a fuss? Or are we going... sans guns? Sort of important thing for a gal to know when packing..."

Isiael scuffs a foot, sending a bottlecap into the gutter. "Well, that, and in case my powers are ...drained, once I get there. I should be okay." He frowns, though, and then nods. "I'm guessing she's wanting me to go back at that time because it has something to do with something that's going to happen there. Perhaps some other person coming to get it."

"We should bring cold weather and climbing gear," says Danny, already planning. "It may be summer but the higher altitudes will still be cold, and the summer monsoons will mean definite blizzards." He goes on about food, water, and so on, and then glances at Isiael with a frown. "Can you carry us and all that gear? I don't think we'll be able to get it once we're there." A glance to Rese. "Yetis do exist. They don't respond to diplomacy."

"... guns it is." Way to be reassuring there, Danny! Rese tilts her head to one side then the other, faint pops heard along the column of her neck. "Alright..." She starts mentally gathering her own gear together, ticking it off in her head. "Yeah, just need to know what. I have most of my gear ready to go." Anxious, much. "What... /else/ do we plan on running into?"

"Transporting people and large objects are the most difficult. Smaller objects shouldn't be too difficult as long as it's packed close together." Still, though, the angel frowns. "It's hard to say. There's a chance of anything. I'd be most prepared for demons, though. Or possibly ..." he trails off, looking troubled. "...other angels, if she's blackmailing--" That's very dry and unhappy, "--any others."

"There may be other obstacles," Danny points out, fixing his cap a little. "So much of the Himalayas are uncharted, I can't be certain of what's there until I see it. And you don't want to bring too much, because then you'll have to carry it, or too little, because then we may not have enough." Conundrum. "I think we can manage, though. Rese, if you gather the smallest, compact climbing gear you can find, I'll deal with everything else. Including supernatural defense."

"It may not have been /this/ hand before, Danny, but I'm not altogether unfamiliar with this game," Rese reminds him gently. "I've got climbing gear that'll work. I've had a few jobs in the Rockies and Appalachians both. It's not..." The Himalayas. Damn. "I'll bring some of my favored toys, too." Ah, on the hunt! She glances towards Isiael. "Do we want to meet back up later? maybe at Danny's shop...?" Nice how she just volunteers the chap, huh?

"Yes," Isiael responds readily. "I will be ready as soon as you two are. I will not require much in the way of supplies." He slips a glance between the pair, querying. "How soon can you be ready to go?"

Hey, this is why he works alone! Then no one can call him bossy. Regardless, Danny nods. "Okay, that should be fine. Hopefully we won't be doing any serious scaling, anyways." A beat as he thinks of a few more details, and then says, "We can meet at the shop, and I can be ready in a few hours at the earliest."

"Same," Rese agrees. So what happens when you throw a whole bunch of loners together? THen put them in another time? Oh yes, this will be FUN. "Most of my gear is in one place. I need to drive out to the B&B and back. So... I'll be at the Reliquary in, oh, an hour and a half? Two max," she says with a ready nod. Time to dig out her long johns!

Isiael gives another nod. "Okay, then. I will prepare and then meet you back there. Call for me when you are ready." And, he gives a glance to see if any are looking their way, and then with a flutter he's just... gone. Yeah, just like that. Sigh, angels.