I. Rock Around The Clock [Magnus, having lived through the 1950s in America, is in his element even if he doesn't look like he could have been born any earlier than the 1980s. The 50s wasn't necessarily his favorite decade, but some of the fashion was rather excellent as he's happy to model: tight blue jeans, white t-shirt, and a leather jacket with the twist of being a fetching shade of pink. His hair is coiffed up into the greaser style of the time he's loath to call a ducktail even if that's the technical term, and his boots are a more classic black. The most important part of his outfit, however, is the smile he gives to all his guests. He can be seen weaving around and mingling with everyone in attendance, sometimes being pulled onto the dance floor or possibly, if/when he gets drunk enough, singing a song. And if you're looking lost, he'll quickly make his way over to introduce himself and play host.]
II. All Shook Up [Back in New York it was a popular opinion that Magnus belonged behind a bar as he had a knack for mixology. He enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed drinking the results, and he found pleasure in finding the right drink for every customer. So while there are other bartenders in attendance to serve up cocktails, Magnus makes his way behind the bar a few times throughout the night to cater to his guests' widely varied tastes. It also gives him the opportunity to talk to the people filtering in and out of the party, away from the noise of the dance floor.]
What can I get for you? [He grins while asking, his eyes golden and almost cat-like from certain angles.] I'm quite good at the classics, but I make a devastatingly good passion fruit martini.
III. Tutti Frutti [Magnus stands in front of the dessert table looking down at the dishes of jello with a combination of bemusement and slight irritation. Though he knows that it was a popular dish in the 50s to the point of being served as sweet as well as savory; much to his horror, he's not sure why he insisted on making so much of it for the party. He dislikes jello, mainly due to the artificial flavor of it but also there's something about the texture he just can't trust.
Looking around, he lets out a frustrated huff.] Does anyone eat jello anymore? [The question isn't aimed at anyone in particular. He gives one cube a poke and then scooping it up. A moment later and it's magically transformed into an alcoholic jello shot that he's much happier to swallow.]
IV. La Bamba [As host, Magnus is prepared to deal with events which may not be part of his schedule. Flag him down if you need help with a drunk friend, or want a job at the music store, or just to say hello and introduce yourself!]
Magnus Bane | all options, all open!
[Magnus, having lived through the 1950s in America, is in his element even if he doesn't look like he could have been born any earlier than the 1980s. The 50s wasn't necessarily his favorite decade, but some of the fashion was rather excellent as he's happy to model: tight blue jeans, white t-shirt, and a leather jacket with the twist of being a fetching shade of pink. His hair is coiffed up into the greaser style of the time he's loath to call a ducktail even if that's the technical term, and his boots are a more classic black. The most important part of his outfit, however, is the smile he gives to all his guests. He can be seen weaving around and mingling with everyone in attendance, sometimes being pulled onto the dance floor or possibly, if/when he gets drunk enough, singing a song. And if you're looking lost, he'll quickly make his way over to introduce himself and play host.]
II. All Shook Up
[Back in New York it was a popular opinion that Magnus belonged behind a bar as he had a knack for mixology. He enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed drinking the results, and he found pleasure in finding the right drink for every customer. So while there are other bartenders in attendance to serve up cocktails, Magnus makes his way behind the bar a few times throughout the night to cater to his guests' widely varied tastes. It also gives him the opportunity to talk to the people filtering in and out of the party, away from the noise of the dance floor.]
What can I get for you? [He grins while asking, his eyes golden and almost cat-like from certain angles.] I'm quite good at the classics, but I make a devastatingly good passion fruit martini.
III. Tutti Frutti
[Magnus stands in front of the dessert table looking down at the dishes of jello with a combination of bemusement and slight irritation. Though he knows that it was a popular dish in the 50s to the point of being served as sweet as well as savory; much to his horror, he's not sure why he insisted on making so much of it for the party. He dislikes jello, mainly due to the artificial flavor of it but also there's something about the texture he just can't trust.
Looking around, he lets out a frustrated huff.] Does anyone eat jello anymore? [The question isn't aimed at anyone in particular. He gives one cube a poke and then scooping it up. A moment later and it's magically transformed into an alcoholic jello shot that he's much happier to swallow.]
IV. La Bamba
[As host, Magnus is prepared to deal with events which may not be part of his schedule. Flag him down if you need help with a drunk friend, or want a job at the music store, or just to say hello and introduce yourself!]