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You wouldn't think this was the venue where Bryce and Zeke first met: a 1920s speakeasy. Are the time travel shenanigans even more widespread than we thought?
Not in this instance. This is actually one of those fancy themed pubs that were sprouting up around the City a few years back. Show up here in jeans and a t-shirt and you'll be kindly asked to leave (not really, but you'll feel somewhat awkward hanging around). Carrying on your conversations in old-timey slang is optional, but once you get started it's rather hard to stop (I've been doing it myself, see?).
Regardless, Bryce still isn't the sort of caribou you'd expect to cut loose by pretending he's in the Prohibition Era.
And that's true. He's not. His reason for being here is more idiosyncratic.
As you can see, he's wearing a concert tux which means he just came from a performance. If you've ever performed in front of a large audience, you already know that it's like walking through a portal into another dimension. You leave the mundane world behind and enter this new, electrified space where past and future seem far away.
You never quite get over it. It never "gets old"—at least not if your heart's still in it. And you don't descend back to reality immediately just because you walk off the stage. There's a certain liminal giddiness that follows you for a while.
Different performers have different ways of handling it. Some go out and party. Bryce is too reserved to paint the town red, but it wouldn't feel right to just go home and watch TV.
So he found this place where he can feel comfortable being just a little out of place. Slightly unreal but not entirely. He hangs out by the bar for a while, watching but not really observing, letting the conversational din drift in one ear and out the other. And when he feels like his hooves are touching the ground again he takes his leave at his own pace.
But Zeke... he kind of is exactly the sort of fellow who'd get dressed up and head to a bar where people roleplay.
He noticed the caribou standing there, seeming just a little out of place, and decided to get to know him.
I'm no stranger to handing a character or a concept to a particular artist because I think they'll handle it well—but it's rarer for an artist's oeuvre to cause a scene that wasn't there before to rush into my head. Accordingly
GuyInVintageClothes is the only one who could have summoned this moment in time when Bryce, evidently, still had most of his hair.
(Unless that's a toupee. I actually like to think it is, if only so later on Zeke can tell him he looks better without it.)
Not in this instance. This is actually one of those fancy themed pubs that were sprouting up around the City a few years back. Show up here in jeans and a t-shirt and you'll be kindly asked to leave (not really, but you'll feel somewhat awkward hanging around). Carrying on your conversations in old-timey slang is optional, but once you get started it's rather hard to stop (I've been doing it myself, see?).
Regardless, Bryce still isn't the sort of caribou you'd expect to cut loose by pretending he's in the Prohibition Era.
And that's true. He's not. His reason for being here is more idiosyncratic.
As you can see, he's wearing a concert tux which means he just came from a performance. If you've ever performed in front of a large audience, you already know that it's like walking through a portal into another dimension. You leave the mundane world behind and enter this new, electrified space where past and future seem far away.
You never quite get over it. It never "gets old"—at least not if your heart's still in it. And you don't descend back to reality immediately just because you walk off the stage. There's a certain liminal giddiness that follows you for a while.
Different performers have different ways of handling it. Some go out and party. Bryce is too reserved to paint the town red, but it wouldn't feel right to just go home and watch TV.
So he found this place where he can feel comfortable being just a little out of place. Slightly unreal but not entirely. He hangs out by the bar for a while, watching but not really observing, letting the conversational din drift in one ear and out the other. And when he feels like his hooves are touching the ground again he takes his leave at his own pace.
But Zeke... he kind of is exactly the sort of fellow who'd get dressed up and head to a bar where people roleplay.
He noticed the caribou standing there, seeming just a little out of place, and decided to get to know him.
I'm no stranger to handing a character or a concept to a particular artist because I think they'll handle it well—but it's rarer for an artist's oeuvre to cause a scene that wasn't there before to rush into my head. Accordingly
GuyInVintageClothes is the only one who could have summoned this moment in time when Bryce, evidently, still had most of his hair.(Unless that's a toupee. I actually like to think it is, if only so later on Zeke can tell him he looks better without it.)
Category All / All
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 1800 x 2250px
File Size 8.38 MB
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