Aella looked at the people, listening to Juliana carefully. She finished her drink, setting the mug on the counter behind her, considering what she had said. "Maybe aliens. Maybe not. This place probably existed far before us, you know. Whose to say we aren't aliens to them?" She looked down at Juliana, shrugging. "I mean, they look at us like we are. I dunno, I don't think they're aliens anymore. It's a world like any other, just...something that people normally see as fantasy, I guess."
Juliana frowned pensively at her glass, she'd only just been willing to admit she was wrong, and now Aella was changing the narrative again. Twisting it around so they were the invaders. She didn't particularly like what she was saying, but at least she didn't draw attention to her indirect apology like so many people did. There was no 'apology accepted' coming out of her, so she'd just have to accept what ever new theory she had. For now anyway.
“Well I’m sorry about that!” Cam snapped, not really disclosing what she was sorry about. She realized Thela had left the hall that they were standing in and poured the glass out the window and setting it on the ledge. “Easy,” she muttered.
Blair glanced out the window briefly, the sky darkening slightly. She turned back to him, forcing the thought out if her head, and giggled slightly at Take when he leaned closer. "Well, neither do I, so we're both doomed." She told him. The music faintly reminded her of the Irish dancing she did when she was younger, but she no longer possessed the skill to do that sort of dance. "This isn't ballet at all."
Aella sighed, sitting up on a stool and drawing her legs up, sitting criss-cross. She gratefully accepted another ug from the pretty blonde behind the counter, sipping it. "Did you even listen to what I said?" She questioned, tilting her head when she heard a soft giggle, her gaze finding Hana leaning on the counter. "I said I don't think they're aliens. I guess what I'm saying is that it depends on the person. You might call them an alien, and someone else will call them regular people. Just depends on your perception of things." She didn't look away from Hana, watching her curiously. "Maybe we do belong here, maybe that's why we were brought. You could be right."
(Kipp has Noah on his shoulders. I'll pretend he managed to slip down, cause he's a wiggly monster.)
"Regular people, huh." She said dryly, not willing to consider people who had superpowers to be regular. "I think anything not from Earth, would be considered alien. And for them, anything not from here, would be. We're all aliens. I guess they're normal here, and I'm the freak." The waitress poured another mug for her, even though she wasn't done the one she had. Her unwavering smile making her feel like there was maybe some poison in it, or something. For some reason she didn't refuse the second glass, despite her distrust.
Take laughed out loud when he saw Korim dancing along with the men, “Looks like he’s having a good time.” he told Blair. He kept watching how they danced, trying to understand how he was supposed to do the same with a partner. Just wing it. “Come on, we’ll figure it out” he decided boldly, taking both of her hands and pulling her out onto a space where they could dance. He took one of her hands and lifted it up off to the side a little while he rested his hand on her lower back. He was hesitant in these placements, but he held a smile as he started to hop on his feet and rotate so they swirled in a circle, trying his best to get in sync with the music.
Hana managed to notice Kipp through her fixated gaze and worriedly looked upon the depressed winged boy. Instead of getting up to plop down in a stool next to him, she scooted from stool to stool the hard way, making sure to bring along her drink. She set her mug down and put her hands on both of her face with her elbows on the counter. “What’s wrong sweet child? Are you lost?” she pouted.
Kipp seemed angry and upset when he left. Did I say something wrong? Yeah. Probably. But Cam was right, and he was wrong. That’s what mattered. Noah frowned at her and left the mug on the windowsill, his attention no longer held by it, trailing after Kipp.
(That’s so me.)
"Oh-toe-no huh?" He asked, raising his head, repeating part of what she'd said. It was Hana who'd made her way over to him, what was visible of her face was squished and distorted from her hands. The waitress came over an poured him another glass. "I don't..." He said pushing it away from him. She just smiled though and left it there for him. He scowled after her, before looking back at his company. "What do you want?"
