PSL starter - educated_wish

[just_cursed]

How, exactly, Logan got to the world of the Bright City was anyone's guess. The TVA? The Watchers? America Chavez's powers? Magic? The Convergence? An Infinity Stone? Death? (And that's just the MCU!)

How he got to the Jingled Cleric, however, was one hundred percent obvious: it was a dive bar. Okay, a dive bar full of elves, half-elves, one robot in a veil, a couple of dwarves, and various other fantastical creatures - not excluding the black-eyed blond slinging drinks from behind the bar itself - but a dive bar nonetheless.

Welcome to the Bright Country, Logan, where the gods are loved almost as much as they love their people! So long as those people are the Right Kind of People, anyway.

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[educated_wish]

"Gonna make me?" Logan scowls at the instruction and the fork point. He tends to take things too personally, even when he knows better.

[just_cursed]

"Nope." It's quick and easy. "It's a strong suggestion, at most. The water and sugar in the fruit will help with the hangover."

[educated_wish]

"...oh." He regards the fruit suspiciously, then shrugs and starts to eat it.

Slowly, but still.

[just_cursed]

There is no further commentary on what Logan chooses to eat.

"So. New in the country? You, uh, don't seem like the usual sort to come here."

[educated_wish]

"Pretty new." Like, maybe the moment before he walked into the bar. "It's a long story how I got here."

It's not, actually. He just doesn't feel like explaining it.

[just_cursed]

"Fair enough. Need a rundown of things?" Most people who came to the Bright Country were, well, religious extremists who needed a place to be horrible.

Zelanes was there because he was legally disbarred from leaving the city.