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<DiablotinNarrator> Tonight is going to be Zola's (and Denise's) birthday party | <DiablotinNarrator> Tonight is going to be Zola's (and Denise's) birthday party | ||
| − | <DiablotinNarrator> My understanding of the arrangements for the party, which | + | <DiablotinNarrator> My understanding of the arrangements for the party, which Cat can correct if I'm misremembering is that everyone working at the club is invited, and can bring a guest (some people, like Tits and Aubrienne apparently, have extra power to issue invites to fun people ;) |
<DiablotinNarrator> The main part of the club is still open to regular patrons as well, but the back room is going to be reserved for just Zola's party. Tits has brought in some supplemental staff for the night so that people aren't working through the entire party ;) | <DiablotinNarrator> The main part of the club is still open to regular patrons as well, but the back room is going to be reserved for just Zola's party. Tits has brought in some supplemental staff for the night so that people aren't working through the entire party ;) | ||
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* Madds is hug-amenable | * Madds is hug-amenable | ||
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| − | * | + | ===Hugo and Zola visit with Valeen, Lili, and Elianne=== |
| − | * | + | * Hugonel has decided to go stag to Zola's party ... so he can see how the night progresses with whoever is available. |
| + | * Hugonel is in a white suit with purple pinstripes and a silver-fringed purple scarf. | ||
| + | * Zola is in her faaaabulous gold dress, whenever she shows up | ||
| + | * Hugonel smiles warmly and strides over to Zola, cocktail in hand. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Hugo, darling! |
| + | * Zola leans in to give him a kiss, calculated not to leave lipstick behind, at least so early in the evening. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Hello, Zola. You look ravishing, as always. I haven't seen that dress before. New? |
| − | < | + | <Zola> I told you about going to Vernel's for a fitting! |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Ah, this is the one! Marvellous, simply marvellous. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Yes, it is! |
| − | * | + | * Zola does a little twirl |
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| − | < | + | <Hugonel> And here I am in this old thing. Sigh ... |
| + | * Hugonel sighs facetiously. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> It's alright, I'm sure everyone will understand :( |
| + | * Hugonel laughs. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Well, it's best that I not try to upstage you, of course. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> <q> My plot with Ysabeau is sure to upstage me anyhow. It's all arranged, Mico will show up in about an hour and a half :3 |
| − | * | + | * Hugonel laughs. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Oh, Zola. What a trickster you are. Aubrienne has nothing on you. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Oh you :3 |
| − | < | + | <Zola> My sister's come too, I've put Valeen in charge of finding her a friend. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Oh, how nice! |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I did want to tell you - because I thought you'd be upset if I didn't ... I'm going to talk to Loick about that woman, or whatever, from my vision. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Hopefully he'll have some insight! |
| − | < | + | <Zola> You'll let me know how it goes? |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Yes, of course. I may also ask him more broadly about how things are going with ... you know, all the different things, the cold, the blight, and so on. But I don't expect he'll say much. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> You don't think? But you're family, and so much of it has transpired here. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I am ... but he has no reason to tell me really. After all, being a Silveira means you've grown up around Silveiras and know what we can be like. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> You could tell him it all so frightens me, and that more information would help to calm my nerves? :3 |
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| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Well, one of the other things about being a Silveira is that it means you're not an idiot ;P |
| − | * | + | * Zola pouts |
| − | < | + | <Zola> I'm sure you get your imbeciles once in a while. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> One or two. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> We try not to talk about it too much with outsiders. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> The ones you lock in the tower~ |
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| − | < | + | <Hugonel> No comment. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> I think I see Élianne now! |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Come and meet her. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Of course! |
| + | * Zola takes Hugo’s arm and leads him over to her sister. | ||
| + | * Elianne is seated at a table with two other ladies of around similar age (30-something), having drinks, chatting, laughing. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Ladies! |
| + | * Valeen is the priestess who performed the wedding for Geff, she's short and curvy and blonde, and probably wearing an adorable red dress. | ||
| + | * Hugonel approaches and waits to be introduced. | ||
| + | * Lili has bobbed red hair and a scattering of freckles, and is dressed a bit more haphazardly - a sweater thrown on over a blouse, and a knee-length skirt | ||
| − | < | + | <Valeen> Oh, the birthday girl herself :) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> You know Valeen, of course... and this is Lili Veilleux, Lili, this is my good friend Hugo Silveira. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> :D |
| − | < | + | <Lili> Nice to meet you. |
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| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Sister Valeen, how nice to see you again. |
| − | < | + | <Valeen> Come have a drink, and stop with the 'sister', I'm off duty ;) |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> And Mlle Veilleux, I am so pleased to make your acquaintaince. |
| + | * Hugonel sits. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> And this is my sis- friend Élianne Torvalle >_> |
| + | * Zola glances at Lili, almost forgetting | ||
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Hello |
| − | * | + | * Elianne says, a bit shyly |
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| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Mlle. Torvalle, the honor is mine. |
| − | + | * Elianne blushes | |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Are these two keeping you entertained? :) |
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| − | < | + | <Elianne> Yes, we've been having a very... interesting... talk |
| + | * Lili and Valeen chuckle at that | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Ohh? What about? |
| + | * Hugonel quirks an eyebrow with curiosity. | ||
| − | < | + | <Lili> Sexual liberation. |
| − | * | + | * Lili says with a smile |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I'm in favor of it. :) |
| + | * Elianne looks mildly scandalized | ||
| + | * Zola laughs! | ||
| − | < | + | <Valeen> Oh come on, you had all sorts of things to say a moment ago! |
| − | * | + | * Valeen says to Elianne |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Yeessss... but that was when it was just us girls. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Oh, if it helps any, I'm congenitally deaf and suffer from amnesia, so you needn't worry about me. But please, do go on. |
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| − | + | <Zola> I'm all for you liberating your sex, as long as it finds its way back home in the morning. | |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Or at least by afternoon? |
| − | < | + | <Lili> Men are often involved in sex, after all - not required, but certainly enjoyable ;) |
| − | * | + | * Hugonel nods intently. |
| − | < | + | <Valeen> They're required for some of us! ;p |
| − | * | + | * Hugonel sips his drink. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Oh as if you don't go solo |
| + | * Zola rolls her eyes | ||
| − | < | + | <Valeen> Well, that's not the same. |
| − | < | + | <Valeen> And anyway, imaginary men still count as men ;) |
| − | * | + | * Elianne has some more of her drink >.> |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Maybe you just need to meet the right woman :3 |
| − | < | + | <Valeen> Sweetheart, if you weren't the right woman for me, I'm not sure who ever could be ;) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Awww ^_^ |
| + | * Hugonel laughs. | ||
| + | * Zola is highly susceptible to flattery | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I think more men than admit it like a woman who knows what she wants, and goes out of her way to get it. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> To be sure, there are some retrograde thinkers out there who would like to see you all in petticoats and shawls, but fortunately they seem to be a dying breed. |
| + | * Lili nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Lili> That's certainly been my experience. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> As you can see I've put Lili and Valeen in charge of helping Élianne lighten up a bit, maybe get a little experience of her own :) |
| − | < | + | <Lili> And the ones who aren't interested in a woman who knows what she likes aren't worth the time either ;) |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I'll drink to that. |
| + | * Hugonel does so. | ||
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Well, some of us are still a bit more old-fashioned, I suppose. |
| − | + | * Elianne says primly | |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Noooo. Don't say such terrible things. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I'm old-fashioned myself, in many ways. There's no contradiction, in my view, between being old-fashioned and pursuing what you want. |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Perhaps not for a gentleman... |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Well, that may be so, that it's easier. |
| − | < | + | <Valeen> Honey, you don't want to end up being married and seventy years old and wishing you'd had a bit of fun when you were younger. |
| + | * Valeen says to Elianne | ||
| + | * Zola nods emphatically | ||
| − | < | + | <Elianne> No, but I might still like to end up married... someday... |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Well there's nothing about being a modern woman that says you can't get married... someday :) |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> That's a fine thing to want. I myself have never been married ... close once or twice, but it's never been right. |
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| − | < | + | <Valeen> Yes - to someone you love, and who makes you happy :) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> In more ways than one :D |
| − | < | + | <Lili> Marriage is a prison made up of fancy promises :) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Not every picket fence is a prison, Lili! |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Well, I for one think that regardless of one's marital plans, it pays to have some fun along the way. We have such a short time here and it's a shame to waste even a moment. |
| − | < | + | <Lili> I'm just not suited to commitment. I suppose some people might manage ;) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> That would make it all the sweeter if you find a fellow who can convince you :3 |
| − | * | + | * Lili laughs |
| − | < | + | <Lili> I know myself better than that |
| − | < | + | <Lili> I'll be an old lady with my cats and my bookshop and several boyfriends twenty years younger than me. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> That does sound pretty nice too :) |
| + | * Hugonel laughs. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Agreed. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Well, which one of you fine ladies should I call upon later to dance? Mlle. Torvalle? |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Oh! Ah, yes, all right. |
| − | < | + | <Valeen> Why wait until later? You can go dance now ^-^ |
| + | * Valeen encourages playfully | ||
| + | * Zola nods! | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> I'll keep your seat warm! |
| + | * Hugonel extends his hand to Elianne. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Might I have the courtesy, mademoiselle? |
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| − | < | + | <Elianne> Certainly, sir. |
| + | * Elianne accepts with good humour | ||
| + | * Hugonel will use his fine words and even finer hips to get the job done. ;P | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> !roll 1d20+13 |
| + | * Zola rolls for Hugonel: [ 1d20+13 ] getting [ 13 ] which, after the modifier [ 13 ] totals [ 26 ]. | ||
| + | * Elianne does seem quite taken with you | ||
| + | * Elianne is however not going to skip out practically at the start of the party just because you're handsome ;) | ||
| − | < | + | <Elianne> (so you might have to be patient and try to invite her home (or wherever) later ;) |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> (hee hee - well honestly I just want to make sure to kiss her on the dance floor, nothing more unless she's really into it.) |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> (but hey, I'm not going anywhere if she wants to pick me up later) |
| + | * Elianne will let herself be drawn into a (brief) kiss, and may require a pep talk from the other ladies ;p | ||
| + | * Zola absolutely points out the advantages of an unfettered dalliance with Hugo... after pointing out to Hugo that Elianne's her sister and he better be careful | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> I think she could use some fun, but you treat her right! |
| + | * Hugonel smiles and nods. | ||
| + | * Zola tries for a stern look | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> I'd hate to have to shoot you to avenge her honour ^_^ |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I would hate to be shot, so that's something we have in common. |
| + | * Elianne will talk to you again later in the evening, Hugo - preferably in a quiet(er) corner | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Mlle. Torvalle. Please, sit. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Can I get you a drink? |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> I think I've had plenty, but thank you. |
| + | * Elianne will sit | ||
| − | < | + | <Elianne> I'm really not certain what I'm doing here... |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Here at this party or here in this seat? |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Either, I suppose... moreso the second, though. |
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| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I hope that you're having a wonderful time. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Zola is very dear to me, and I would want anyone she cares about to be treated well. |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> It's been a very enjoyable evening... surprisingly so. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I agree - a superb party, all around. |
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| − | < | + | <Elianne> By now I'm up well past my bedtime, however. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Would you like to go to bed, then? |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> ... |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Valeen said you'd ask that, but somehow I still walked into it. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I want to know what you want, Elianne. Nothing more. |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> If I knew, for certain, I imagine things would be much easier. |
| + | * Hugonel nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I was thinking I would head out shortly. Would you care to accompany me? |
| − | < | + | <Elianne> Yes, I think I'd like that. |
| + | * Hugonel smiles. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> It would be my pleasure. |
| − | + | ===Argent tells Mireva about Margaux=== | |
| + | * Mireva will have a dance or several with Argent, not only as part of the plan for getting Mikel and Helgea to dance together either ;) | ||
| + | * Argent gladdly dances with her happy to escape the other events in his life | ||
| − | < | + | <Mireva> Hey... you seem a little out of sorts, is everything okay? |
| − | < | + | <Argent> something happened recently and it's been bothering me |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> oh? |
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| + | <Mireva> do you wanna talk about it? | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> Sure, let me get us some drinks first and we can go someplace a little more conversationy |
| + | * Mireva nods | ||
| + | * Argent will round up drinks and Mireva and head to a quieter spot | ||
| + | * Mireva will find us a nice nook to make out .. I mean, talk. | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> I had what I figure, is a bad experience with someone who I feel is a good friend. |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> What happened? and who was it? |
| − | < | + | <Argent> Bad may not be the exact right word, but it bothers me so it feels bad. |
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| − | < | + | <Argent> It's my friend Margaux. She knows a lot of stuff. |
| + | * Mireva nods, listening | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> She's also a little... socially introverted... |
| − | < | + | <Argent> I go to her when I need help on strange stuff, like that dream trip. |
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| − | < | + | <Mireva> oh... so she knows about magic sorts of things? |
| − | < | + | <Argent> yeah, and history, and lots of other not so comon topics |
| − | < | + | <Argent> I've read a few books, or at least I try to, but I just don't have a good head for facts. |
| + | * Mireva nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Mireva> so... what was the thing that happened? |
| − | < | + | <Argent> So I had her over to talk the other day and I guess I was being too nice and supportive and she kisses me. |
| − | < | + | <Argent> and then things got real awkward. |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> Oh... |
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| − | + | <Mireva> Did you have sex with her? | |
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| − | < | + | <Argent> No... no.... |
| + | * Mireva asks sort of curiously | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> I told her I was seeing someone |
| + | * Mireva nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Mireva> And then things were awkward? |
| − | < | + | <Argent> which just made her feel more embarassed and foolish |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> poor girl ... |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> well, and poor you too |
| + | * Mireva says, putting her arm around you | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> (is she teasing me or is she just not getting why I feel so bad?) |
| + | * Mireva seems to feel sorry for you because she can tell you feel bad, but maybe doesn't completely understand why it's so bad | ||
| − | < | + | <Mireva> Are you worried that you think it's going to hurt your friendship with her? |
| + | * Mireva guesses | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> Yes! I have no idea how to fix things. |
| − | < | + | <Argent> well thats not true... I know how I could fix things... |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> Do you have romantic feelings for her? or just want to be friends? |
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| − | < | + | <Mireva> Just because... probably the answer will depend on how you feel about her. |
| − | < | + | <Argent> I do feel something for her, I think, but that doesn't matter... I'm with you. |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> Well.. it does matter a bit, I think. |
| − | < | + | <Argent> but it could be just mee feeling guilty |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> You don't need to feel guilty. I'm pretty sure you didn't do anything wrong other than being your usual sweet self. |
| + | * Argent chuckles | ||
| − | < | + | <Mireva> Argent, you are a lovely, sweet, thoughtful man. I like you a lot. |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> But if you wanted to be with this Margaux girl, I wouldn't hold it against you or be angry. |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> It wouldn't even mean we could never see each other again, at least as far as I'm concerned - although I imagine you probably don't see things that way. |
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| − | < | + | <Argent> That's not exactly what I was expecting you to say, but then one thing I've learned from being with you is to be more open-minded. |
| − | < | + | <Argent> so maybe I should have expected it... |
| + | * Mireva kisses you | ||
| + | * Argent kisses her back | ||
| − | < | + | <Mireva> Do you want to take a break for a little while and think about things? Maybe it'll be clearer with a bit of breathing room. |
| + | * Mireva asks, even as she's practically in your lap ;p | ||
| + | * Argent smiles | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> It couldn't do any harm I guess. |
| + | * Mireva nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> We don't have to start right now. |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> no... maybe we could start tomorrow? ;) |
| − | < | + | <Argent> Why spoil the evening? |
| + | * Mireva smiles at that | ||
| − | < | + | <Mireva> I don't think people can see us from here.... |
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| − | < | + | <Mireva> or aren't paying attention, anyway ;) |
| + | * Argent does a quick survey to be sure | ||
| − | < | + | <Argent> It is quite dark |
| − | < | + | <Mireva> mmhmm |
| + | * Mireva will demonstrate some things you can do without attracting *too* much attention ;) | ||
| − | + | ===Denise chats drunkenly with Geffrard about Servan Aigel=== | |
| − | * | + | * Denise is mostly sticking to her peeps, but probably has been chatting with some other staff and folks she knows from haning out at the club as well |
| − | < | + | <DiablotinNarrator> (Neva would make you a special birthday drink - something fruity and fancy, with a flower in it ;) |
| − | < | + | <Denise> (ooooh!) |
| + | * Denise sits at the bar to chat while she is drinking it then, can can run in to Geff there maybe? | ||
| − | < | + | <DiablotinNarrator> (Sure) |
| + | * Geffrard will sidle up to get a beer | ||
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> oh! |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> HI geff ^-^ |
| − | <Denise | + | <Geffrard> Hey - happy birthday, I take it? |
| + | * Denise is a little bit off her ass by this point anyway probably, esp half way through that birthday drink :V | ||
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> yeah! Thanks :D |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> I guess I should be sayin congrats to you too though :D |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Oh... thanks. |
| − | <Denise> I | + | <Denise> I heard what happened though |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Yeah? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> That guy is *such* a jerk! |
| + | * Denise makes a face | ||
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> un huh |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> I can't argue with that. |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> At least he ain't gonna be runnin' around shootin' no one else |
| − | < | + | <Denise> maybe his little friend though |
| + | * Geffrard nods | ||
| + | * Denise makes a face | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> We'll see how that goes, I guess. |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> yeah.... |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Do you like, know *why* Though? |
| − | <Denise> ' | + | <Denise> 'Cause I know why *we* tangles with 'im |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Why was that? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> nbut I dunno why he went after Vairon :( |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> uhhhhh.... |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> well |
| + | * Denise takes another sip of birthday drink | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> 'cause the Boss was askin' around after him so we could find out why they were after Vairon. |
| − | <Denise> ' | + | <Denise> he didn't liek that |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> ah. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Well... I think he's sort of like one of those Colour Guard types. You know the kind? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> yeah |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> We heard that some... |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> ... |
| + | * Denise sorta whispers | ||
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> is your boy Shadar-kai? :o |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> No, he's not. |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> *sip* |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> oh |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> hmmm |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> But he ain't precisely human either. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Well Vairon was just.... a guy.....I think |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> oh yeah? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> That's neat! |
| + | * Geffrard smiles a little at that | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Well, I think so. |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> there's just so many....different kinds of folks around, you know? :3 |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> There are. A lot of them look just like anyone else. |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> yeah |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> And some of 'em don't. But I figure folks are just... folks. |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> yeah! |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Most are just folks, not, like, stealin folks into other realms or givin people mushroom plagues or freezin' us half to death :p |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> or whatever |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> ...yes. mostly. |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> *sip* |
| − | <Denise> I | + | <Denise> maybe I oughtta talk more to Serge Yves 'bout Vairon |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> I mean |
| − | < | + | <Denise> like |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> I never got a chance to meet 'im or nothin :/ |
| + | * Geffrard nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> He was a friend? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Oh |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Serges Yves is my Uncle, like |
| − | < | + | <Denise> he' over there! |
| + | * Denise poinst and waves at where he is mackin' on some dude | ||
| + | * Geffrard will take a look. perhaps a longer than necessary look ;) | ||
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> and Vairon was *his* boy |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> they were in the Navy together :3 |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Oh, okay. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> . o O (well then) |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> And Vairon ran into this Servan Aigel fellow? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> that's what we can' figure |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Like |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> last folks that were seen with him were a guy with a metall arm and ... prolly his little friend |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> and then he got pulled out of the river >:| |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> :/ |
| − | < | + | <Denise> yeah... |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> That's awful. |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> yeah :( |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> We was just tryin' to find out what happened, but like then it got all *complicated8 with... colour guard and blood forgeds an stuff @_@ |
| − | + | <Denise> but maybe now he's in jail we can find out somethin' | |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> I hope that'll be the case. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but like, I didn't mean to get into alla that! |
| − | * Denise looks | + | * Denise looks at her strangely empty drinks @_@ |
| + | * Denise tilts her head though | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Do you want another one of those? It's your birthday, after all. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> :D |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Wait but I was gonna buy *you* a drink :o |
| + | * Geffrard smiles | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Well, we can trade if you like. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> okay ^-^ |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> is you guy hee? |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I could buy him a drink too :D |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> No, he's not big on parties. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> But if he does come by sometime, I'll introduce you. |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> that'd be swell ^-^ |
| + | * Denise will arrange a drink swap with Neva then :) | ||
| − | + | ===Denise finds out that Mikel is interested in Helgea=== | |
| + | * Denise toddles tipsily back towards her peeps with another ridiculous cocktail in hand | ||
| + | * Mikel is at the table while Enver and Helgea are having a dance | ||
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> hey Mickie :D |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> You havin' a good time ^-^ |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> Yeah, it's so fancy here @_@ |
| − | <Denise> I | + | <Denise> I know right :o |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I didn't even know it was gonna be like this :o |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> so many stars and other fancy people :o |
| − | < | + | <Denise> an' Mico *_* |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> gosh I ain't never gonna get over that |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> Yeah - he was real good, sounded just like on the radio :) |
| − | < | + | <Denise> un huh :3 |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> So... what's the deal with Helgea? |
| + | * Denise gets a dreamy look in her eye | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> but I shouldn'a gone u[ |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> just I was soo like... i gues starstruck :o |
| − | < | + | <Denise> oh what? |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> Helgea? |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> well, like... is she with the Mala Tajna? |
| − | < | + | <Denise> oh... yeah |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> that's... well |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> yeah |
| + | * Denise looks at her drink | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> I think she's real nice |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> She seems nice! An' real pretty @_@ |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but mostly folks just... |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> she is *real* pretty |
| − | < | + | <Denise> So she goes with folks, when they need someone to be pretty, I guess... |
| − | < | + | <Denise> an stuff |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> Stuff? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Well. |
| − | * Denise | + | * Denise glances at where she is dancing with Enver |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Stuff you might want a pretty girl to do, I guess >.> |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> if you like pretty girls >.> |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> ...stuff *I* might want? |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> Gosh, I don't know :/ |
| + | * Mikel asks uncertainly | ||
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> but like.... she goes on dates an stuff, when she's asked to, is all. |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> ...oh. |
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| − | <Mikel> | + | <Mikel> Like Romain's sister? >.> |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> well... |
| − | <Denise> I | + | <Denise> I don't know. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> like |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> folks take care of her, 'cause she aint' got no family |
| − | <Denise> but | + | <Denise> but I don't think she really gets *paid*? |
| + | * Denise seems really ambivalent about it | ||
| − | < | + | <Mikel> ... I dunno if I think that's worse, or better. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I ain't never really asked her what she thinks of it |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> It sounds kinda rotten all around. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> 'Cause she seems happy, but, yeah |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I feel like.... jsut I don't know |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> I am a big chicken |
| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> 'cause if she ain't happy I dunno what I could do |
| − | <Mikel> | + | <Mikel> :/ |
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| − | <Denise> | + | <Denise> an even if she is it don't feel right |
| − | + | <Denise> An even like... | |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> Enver told me lots of stuff |
| − | < | + | <Denise> 'cause they took him in when he was little too, after his mom died |
| − | < | + | <Denise> what its like |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> like they take care of folks |
| − | < | + | <Denise> who ain't go noone else |
| − | < | + | <Denise> and that's good riht? |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> right... |
| − | < | + | <Denise> 'cause who knows what else might happen to 'em |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but then, like |
| − | < | + | <Denise> it ain't just for nothin' if they think your clever or prettty or got somethin' they can use |
| − | < | + | <Denise> an sometimes it is okay |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Enver likes what he does just fine |
| + | * Mikel nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> but it ain't gonna be that way for everyone |
| − | < | + | <Denise> an I am just runnin my mouth all over ain't I |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> Nah, it's okay... I guess it's good for me to know |
| − | * | + | * Denise looks at her drink and glances over at the other table, where Ander and ralf are sitting |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> she was bein' kinda... well, friendly |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I just... want thing to be better for folks |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Well like |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Do you like her? |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> She seems nice. I only just met her, but ... yeah, I do. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> 'Cause at least like, if you do an you wanna go with her than at least she can have someone to pick for herself :p |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but then I don't figure they'd just let her stop...workin', I guess... just ;cause she met some nice rat boy |
| − | < | + | <Denise> even if he *is* a Channel |
| − | * | + | * Mikel nods |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> Would it get her in trouble? |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> or me? ;p |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I dunno :/ |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Like, maybe it would depend? |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I think, like.... or I liek to think? that there are folks who do want her happy... |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but maybe not everyone cares abot that first |
| − | < | + | <Denise> :/ |
| + | * Mikel nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> ... |
| − | < | + | <Denise> The boss would know |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I could ask him |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> if you wanted |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> uhhh |
| − | < | + | <Denise> what would happen |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I mean |
| − | < | + | <Denise> you wouldn't get in trouble with *him* |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> well... okay I guess |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> if it ain't gonna get her or me in trouble |
| − | < | + | <Denise> no |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but like |
| − | < | + | <Denise> even if she's been real friendly-like I dunno what all she means by it, if you know what I mean >.> |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> well... she was pretty clear 'bout some stuff >.> |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> heh |
| − | < | + | <Denise> ^-^ |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Mireva would approve? ^-^ |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but like I mean |
| − | < | + | <Denise> if you just wanna.... have some fun, I mean |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I don't figure that's gonna get anyone in trouble |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> well... I dunno what exactly. |
| − | * | + | * Denise nods |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> but if you think it's better to talk to your boss an' figure out first, like... that'd be okay |
| − | < | + | <Denise> okay |
| + | * Denise stands up and gives him a little salute then | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> I'll be back in a bit ;3 |
| − | + | ===Denise asks Ander if it's okay for her brother to date Helgea=== | |
| + | * Denise plonks dwn at the other table | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> hey boss |
| − | < | + | <Ander> Hey, Dee. |
| + | * Denise looks back because she realizes she forgot her drink | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> how's it goin' :3 |
| − | < | + | <Ander> It's been quite a night. |
| + | * Denise says deciding maybe that is for the best right now | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> no kiddin' @_@ |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but I got sorta a.... weird question... |
| − | < | + | <Ander> oh? |
| + | * Ander looks somewhat wary | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> well, it's about Helgea |
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| − | < | + | <Ander> oh, yeah? what about her? |
| − | < | + | <Denise> Well... |
| − | < | + | <Denise> just like... |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> what would happen if she started goin' with someone she wanted to be goin; with? |
| − | < | + | <Denise> would she be in trouble? |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> or would they? |
| + | * Ander considers that | ||
| − | < | + | <Ander> Well, it might depend on who the someone was. An' on how strongly they felt 'bout her givin' up the current gig. |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> a nice rat boy, say |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I dunno 'bout the rest |
| − | < | + | <Ander> uh huh... |
| + | * Ander can see where this may be going, because he is not blind | ||
| − | < | + | <Ander> Look, I guess here's what I'd say 'bout that. |
| − | + | <Ander> An' this is gonna sound crass, so I'm sorry for that | |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> :/ |
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| − | < | + | <Ander> Helgea's a good asset for some kinds of work. |
| − | < | + | <Ander> There's people who wouldn't feel too happy about the investment they put into her, if she up an' quit before they got a good, oh, five or ten years out of her. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> can't they like.... find her somethin' else to do? :/ |
| − | < | + | <Ander> But that said, she ain't a slave. She ain't required to do what they say off the clock, for instance. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> yeah... |
| − | < | + | <Ander> An' if her personal business didn't get in the way of her work business, then that oughta be okay. |
| − | + | * Denise nods but still doens't seem satisfied | |
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| − | < | + | <Ander> An'... well, she ain't the only pretty girl in the world, you know? They might be pissy if she quit, but it ain't like they couldn't find another. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> what kinda pissy, though? >.> |
| − | < | + | <Ander> Like maybe it ain't so easy for her to find another job, or a place to rent if she goes out on her own. That sorta pissy. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> nngh. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> It just ain't right, boss :/ |
| − | < | + | <Ander> :/ |
| − | < | + | <Denise> I think I need to get back to my drink >.> |
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| − | < | + | <Ander> Dee, look... |
| − | * | + | * Denise looks up, cautiously hopeful |
| − | < | + | <Ander> it ain't so different than what Ralf does, or what a lotta folks haveta do sometimes. |
| − | < | + | <Ander> It might be shitty, but it's what you gotta do sometimes. |
| − | < | + | <Ander> I... we look out for her. |
| + | * Denise nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Ander> An'... I wouldn't let anythin' awful happen to her, or to whoever she took up with, if that was what she decided on. |
| − | < | + | <Denise> okay |
| + | * Denise smiles | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> thanks boss |
| + | * Denise will slip back over to the other table then | ||
| + | * Denise takes a big sip from her drink | ||
| + | * Mikel waits to see what you have to say | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> so... like |
| + | * Denise tries to sort her thoughs so she can say what she wants | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> like |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> folks would kinda expect her to keep workin', but they can't stop her doin' what she wants when she's not |
| − | < | + | <Denise> if things got to a point where she didn't ewanna keep workin' |
| − | < | + | <Denise> then there's some folks who woukld try an give her a hard time, an other folks who would look out for her |
| + | * Mikel nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Mikel> so... you think I should go for it? |
| − | < | + | <Denise> if you wanna, then yeah. |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> I do |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> well, I'd at least wanna get t'know her a bit better, anyway |
| − | * | + | * Denise nods |
| − | < | + | <Denise> like hyeah |
| − | < | + | <Denise> but like |
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| − | < | + | <Denise> aside from all the rest, you know da will flip his entire shit :p |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> well, that ain't even on my list of shit to worry about right now. |
| + | * Denise smiles | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> okay |
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| − | < | + | <Mikel> Alain ain't gonna tell him if I bring someone home ;p |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> so he ain't gotta find out anything I don't feel like tellin' |
| − | * | + | * Denise nods |
| − | < | + | <Denise> well, go have fun, anyway |
| − | < | + | <Denise> maybe go an cut in, an send me back my boy ^-^ |
| − | < | + | <Mikel> sure, can do :) |
| + | * Mikel will go and do precisely that | ||
| + | * Denise will indulge in some boy snuggles | ||
| + | * Enver will come back over and give you snuggles :) | ||
| + | <Enver> (also maybe #4 on the list later ;) | ||
| − | < | + | <Denise> (lol) |
| − | + | ===Zola rubs elbows with Lydienne and a sausage baron=== | |
| + | * Lydienne will sashay over to you at some point in the evening. She is draped in an ermine stole and some possibly-diamond earrings that seems like a step up from her usual wear, at least cost-wise if not in terms of taste. | ||
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Zola, darling :) Happy birthday! Is it 29 again? |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Lydienne! How good of you to come! |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Why start with 29 early if I'm going to be using it for so many years anyway! |
| − | * | + | * Lydienne chuckles |
| + | * Zola is flush with booze and tarting | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> I hope you're having a good time. |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> I must say, the party has been wonderful so far |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> And you got Mico to perform! He was just like on his albums. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Thank you ^_^ |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> I am just so pleased no one has been stabbed! |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Or shot @_@ |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Oh, well, the night is young I suppose! |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Oh, don't say that ;_; |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Is there anyone I can introduce you to? If I know them at least... I still haven't gotten around to ALL of the new people. |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Oh, I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble. But let me introduce you to *my* date ^-^ |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Oh, yes! |
| − | < | + | <Zola> (CUE OMINOUS MUSIC) |
| − | + | * Lydienne will lead you over to a table where sits a corpulent older man, probably over 50 at least (I forget his exact age >.>) A few other people are clustered around talking to him, but he waves them aside for Lydienne | |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> .oO( Oh dear. ) |
| − | <Zola | + | <Lydienne> Zola, dear, meet Wilbraham Schuzzelwanst - my sweetie ^-^ |
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| − | < | + | <Wilbraham> Hello, darling |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> (Zola reads gossip/tabloids, right? so she would know who he is, if so) |
| − | <Zola> : | + | <Zola> (Yeah, probably enough :P Is he nobility at all or nouveau riche?) |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> (very nouveau - meat packing ;) |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> (the canned sausages and processed meat and stuff ;) |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Delighted to meet you Mr. Schuzzelwanst. I hope you've been enjoying yourself this evening! |
| + | * Zola extends her hand of course, hoping it doesn't come back covered in sausasge grease | ||
| + | * Wilbraham shakes your hand heartily | ||
| + | * Zola smiles | ||
| − | < | + | <Wilbraham> Splendid, yes - although it's a shame our poor photographer has to stand out in the cold. But they put up with it, I suppose, hahah. |
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| − | + | <Zola> .oO( Just think, "It could be true love. It could be true love. It could be true love..." ) | |
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| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Zola, you absolutely must tell me where you got that dress - so that Willy can buy me one like it ^-^ |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Well, we'd probably be more forgiving but Mico is such a private person, he almost refused when we let in one photographer. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> .oO( And you are not sending Vernel a toxic trap, but a client ... like he wanted. ) |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Oh! I mean to announce it shortly, but you can have a headstart :) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> His name's Vernel Nicandor, and he is amazing . |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> I can assure you that you'll never find a faster couturier! |
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| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Ooh, well, I'll have to pay him a visit! |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> His shop is off <Lerue St>, and it's quite cosy, and he's very professional. |
| − | * | + | * Lydienne nods |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> And yes, how *did* you get Mico? he's so notoriously reclusive, hardly any live shows! Some people say it's because he can't really sing like that live, that they fix it all up in the studio afterwards, but he sounded excellent tonight. |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> But don't worry - I'm sure people didn't think he upstaged you *too* badly. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Well part of my plan WAS to upstage myself, at least for Denise. She's such a sweet girl, it was a thrill to see her face! |
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| − | < | + | <Lydienne> oh, well, that *is* thoughtful of you |
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| − | < | + | <Lydienne> to give someone else the limelight for once ^-^ |
| − | < | + | <Zola> It's the least I could do before I knock him out of his spot on the charts ^_^ |
| + | * Lydienne chuckles | ||
| + | * Zola laughs too, clearly just being silly. | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> As for Mico, well, the truth is mostly business over glamour... we share an agent. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> I suggested it, and Hector thought it was a good idea... he can be quite insistent. |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Oh, that's handy |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Not enough live appearances and people start to think you can't sing, right? :) |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> The photographer we DID let in was Hector's insistence too. |
| − | * | + | * Lydienne nods, draping herself over her date's fleshy arm |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> I didn't want to steal your thunder - but I have a record coming out soon too ;) |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> That's great news! |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Maybe you should have a release party too. |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Oh, well, Willy's already putting together a bash to celebrate ^-^ |
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| − | < | + | <Wilbraham> That's right |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Congratulations! |
| − | * | + | * Wilbraham squeezes her ample hip |
| − | < | + | <Zola> And your photographer won't have to wait outside :D |
| + | * Zola jokes to Willy | ||
| − | < | + | <Wilbraham> No, we let 'em inside for special events ;) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Which song did you choose? |
| − | < | + | <Wilbraham> So they don't have to fight over scraps, hahah. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Or is it a surprise? |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Willy picked it - he likes love songs, and he says I'm best at 'em, so I did Falling For You |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> (Is that one of hers or a Standard or? ) |
| − | < | + | <Wilbraham> (one of her usual numbers, although she hasn't performed it too much lately now that you think about it) |
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> And then a new little piece for the B-side :) |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> (I'm guessing it's at least passably good? :P) |
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| − | < | + | <Lydienne> (it's sappy and romantic, but she does a decent job at it, even Zola would probably have to admit ;) |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Yes, I remember that one. It's sweet! |
| − | < | + | <Zola> And you've been keeping it under wraps lately too, eh? :) |
| + | * Lydienne dimples | ||
| − | < | + | <Lydienne> Wouldn't want people to get too bored of it! |
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| − | < | + | <Lydienne> I'm sure you know all about that. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> True! But hopefully once it gets some airtime the club won't be the boundary of our fans ./~ |
| + | * Lydienne nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Well, if I can do anything to help spread the word when your party's due, let me know. |
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| − | < | + | <Lydienne> All right! |
| + | * Zola eyes Wilbraham to see if he is inclined to chat himself. | ||
| − | < | + | <Wilbraham> Real nice ta meet ya, Mlle. Zola - you put on a swell shindig. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Thanks! Hopefully The Scourge won't be TOO cruel to me... but I guess nice always as fun. |
| − | * Zola will | + | * Zola desperately makes herself not look at Lydienne as she says that. |
| + | * Zola will give Lydienne a polite peck on the cheek and leave the two 'love'birds. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Bye darling! |
| − | + | <Lydienne> Ta, Zola - have a fun evening :) | |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Thanks! |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> .oO( Oh that wasn't so bad, was it? ) |
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| + | * Zola spots the two enter and scurries over in her heels! | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Boys! |
| + | * Zola gives them each a peck on the cheek | ||
| − | <Zola | + | <Geffrard> Hey Zola, happy birthday :) |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Thanks! |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Wait, who's keeping the photographers out? |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> :D |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Don't worry, we've got some extra staff for the night. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Come, sit with me! |
| + | * Zola finds a spot and calls over a waiter to get them a drink. | ||
| + | * Geffrard will do so, and Haft can trail along | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> How's Osmyn? |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> He's fine. Probably happy to not be here - no offense intended ;) |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Yeah, I would've forgiven him sitting this out even if he hadn't been shot :/ |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Did you find out anything more about that one-armed guy with the fake name? |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> A few odds and ends |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> He seems to have some Colour Guard ties. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Y'know what his beef was? Is Osmyn safe? |
| + | * Zola looks ... very briefly surprised, and then not so much surprised. | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Oh. |
| + | * Geffrard nods | ||
| − | <Zola> I | + | <Zola> I was wondering about that thing with the eyes. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> I'm not a sorcerer but I hadn't really heard of anything like that. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Not reflexively at least. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Osmyn doesn't usually ... show that off. But when he's in danger, it can slip out. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Not that I was going to go see if I could find anything like that in those books about the fey Hugo and I have been reading >_> |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> He's not one of them. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Is he ... elemental? |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Is that rude to ask? |
| + | * Zola looks to Haft, who ... probably also doesn't know. | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Well, I ain't an expert exactly. He says he's a Suli. Some kinda Psyrene thing, I guess. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Crazy. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> This city gets wilder the longer I'm here. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> No kidding... |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> And I can't take credit :D |
| + | * Geffrard smiles at that | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> At least not for all of it |
| + | * Zola grins a little impishly | ||
| − | < | + | <Haft> Maybe you need to try harder? |
| + | * Zola laughs! | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> You don't think I try hard enough? :) |
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| − | <Zola | + | <Haft> You are very determined. |
| + | * Zola slips off a shoe and slides it across to tickle Haft's leg with her toes | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> I am, but a girl's gotta crash once in a while... it's hard work. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Maybe if there were a whole squad of me, we could paint the town in rainbows. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Well... maybe not ... rainbows exactly :| |
| + | * Haft slides his leg towards you, and an overlapping part of his metal casing catches on your stocking and puts a run in it | ||
| + | * Zola winces a little as she feels it tug and most likely tear | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> You okay? |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Yeah, right as rain :) |
| + | * Zola keeps on toe-massaging Haft despite the cost... | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> You let Osmyn know that we'll make him a nice spot any time he does want to come out and listen to music or catch an act. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Sure thing. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> We had a nice few days out of town, it was good to have a break from everything. |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> I bet. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Where'd you go? Anywhere exciting? Or just nice and quiet? |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Ah, just a little place down on the southern coast - quiet, but the weather was sure warmer than here. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Sounds lovely. :3 |
| − | < | + | <Zola> And then... ./~ work calls |
| + | * Geffrard nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Inevitably, yes. |
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| + | <Geffrard> But this evening is a pleasant change of pace, anyway :) | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> That was my plan, and it seems to have worked out so far :) |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> And maybe they'll get the problem with the magical winter and the fungal plague solved before summer |
| + | * Geffrard nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> If they don't soon, I have a feeling people might take it into their own hands anyway. That seems to be the way things go. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> :/ |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Is that what they're saying? Colour Guard types? That this is all because of outsiders? |
| − | < | + | <Zola> I mean... all outsiders? |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Yeah. Fey specifically, I guess, but I'm not sure that type distinguish very well ;p |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> I guess that'd be the downside of them being too stupid to tell folks apart :| |
| + | * Geffrard nods grimly | ||
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> Void, I'm sure some of 'em blame the Shadar-kai. |
| − | < | + | <Geffrard> An' they're at least pretty easy to tell apart. |
| + | * Zola takes on a mocking tone "Well the trees started growing in the Shade, that means blah blah blah" | ||
| + | * Geffrard nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Of course if they did know any better they'd know they're kinda related... |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> No real out there. |
| + | * Geffrard shrugs, in a 'what can you do?' kind of resigned way | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Knock 'em off a building and clock 'em for good measure? |
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| − | < | + | <Haft> It works. |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> :D |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> We just need True Seeing for Assholes |
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| − | < | + | <Geffrard> heh |
| − | * Zola | + | * Zola will inform Haft that he should leave the footsies to others unless he's wearing pants |
| − | < | + | <Zola> (later:P) |
| − | <Zola | + | <Noren> (heh) |
| + | * Zola also discreetly casts Mending :V | ||
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| + | * Genevriel comes back into the party room on her break, since she didn't notice Madds leaving yet. | ||
| + | * Madds is still around | ||
| + | * Genevriel hopes he found people to hang out with while she had to work! | ||
| + | * Madds probably found some people to chat to, but is happy to turn his attention back to you when you return | ||
| + | * Zola is refilling her cherry bomb glass :3 | ||
| + | * Genevriel heads over to him with a tall glass of... water. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I guess you must be having fun. I'm glad. |
| − | <Madds> | + | <Madds> Yes, thanks for inviting me. |
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| − | + | <Madds> I was just chatting with Noren and his co-worker. | |
| − | + | * Zola spots Gen back in from her work :3 | |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Oh? |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I should chat with him, too, at some point... |
| − | * | + | * Genevriel muses aloud. |
| + | * Genevriel is obviously hatching some sort of plan. | ||
| − | <Zola | + | <Madds> I guess he knows Mlle. Zola. |
| + | * Genevriel nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Madds> She's certainly quite well-connnected. |
| − | * | + | * Zola will head over once she is sure she isn't going to interrupt makeouts |
| + | * Madds says, glancing around the room. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I guess that happens when you're famous. |
| + | * Madds nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> ./~ Hi! |
| − | <Zola | + | <Genevriel> Good evening, Mlle. Zola, and happy birthday. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Thank you! I'm glad you came... at least for a little while! |
| − | + | * Genevriel smiles slightly and shrugs. | |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> It's harder to find temporary bussers than you'd think, it seems. |
| + | * Genevriel jokes a little. | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Reputable ones, maybe :) |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Well, I don't know about that... |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> I haven't had the chance to be introduced to your date yet ^_^ |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> But I'm forgetting my manners. Mlle. Zola, please let me introduce my friend, Maddox Falgout. |
| − | < | + | <Madds> It's a pleasure |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> We're just friends. |
| − | * | + | * Genevriel says in response to Zola's suggestion that this is a *date*. ;) |
| + | * Zola will shake hands with Maddox. | ||
| + | * Madds smiles | ||
| − | < | + | <Madds> You've certainly put on a wonderful party. |
| + | * Zola will slide into a seat at their table, cherry bomb in hand. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Thank you, I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying themselves... and behaving themselves. |
| + | * Madds nods | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> So you know Noren do you? or Justen? I thought I saw you boys chatting. |
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| − | < | + | <Madds> I know Noren, yes - our work sometimes brings us into similar circles. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> So not a lawyer... are you a copper? :D |
| + | * Madds smiles | ||
| − | < | + | <Madds> Military. |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Is that how you two're acquainted? |
| − | + | * Zola looks to Gen and back | |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> In a roundabout way, perhaps. |
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| − | < | + | <Madds> I suppose so, yes. I was stationed in Psyra prior to the war. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> He was posted to a base close to my family's farm. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> And he would come and insult all our produce on market days. |
| + | * Genevriel smirks a little. | ||
| + | * Zola tuts | ||
| − | < | + | <Madds> And so a friendship was born. |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Strange how that happened. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Indeed... what sort of gentleman makes fun of a lady's melons? :/ |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> ... |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Cabbages? |
| − | + | * Genevriel has no melons to speak of, flat as a boy. ;) | |
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| − | < | + | <Madds> I probably wasn't much of a gentleman. |
| + | * Zola probably hasn't actually checked >_> | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Well it seems you've gotten better :) |
| − | < | + | <Madds> Older and wiser. |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> We both are. |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Yet somehow, we're still friends. |
| − | * | + | * Genevriel smirks a little again. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> Did you two serve together as well? |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> No... |
| − | < | + | <Madds> No, we weren't in the same area. |
| − | * Zola looks | + | * Zola nods. "Noren and I go way back ourselves... it'd been a few years though, before he came back to town after the war." |
| + | * Genevriel looks thoughtful and a little more somber, but nods, listening to Zola. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> He mentioned that he served. |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I... forget where, though. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> (Me too :V) |
| + | * Zola will mention a couple spots she remembers him talking about. | ||
| − | < | + | <Madds> (well, I think that he was still doing military tribunal/court martial stuff, so he may have been stationed somewhere back from the lines - somewhere like Guerne maybe? I don't think I had said one way or another) |
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| − | <Zola> It | + | <Zola> It's kinda crazy how some things can stay the same while others are so different ... |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> I guess that's time, for you :) |
| − | * | + | * Genevriel nods. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> So, do you have any more surprise guests planned? It seems like you made Denise's night when you introduced your friend. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> :D |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> No, no more surprises... for tonight at least. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> It was a blast seeing her face :D |
| + | * Genevriel smiles and nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> She's a sweetie, so it was a pleasure. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> How do you know Denise, from here? |
| + | * Genevriel nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> She's a friend of Dorien's roommate, Argent. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Oh, you know Dorien from outside the club? |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> He's my cousin. |
| + | * Genevriel explains | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Get out! |
| + | * Zola looks Gen over to see how much of a resemblance there is | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Couldn't you tell? I thought the height would have given it away, at least. |
| − | * | + | * Genevriel teases a little. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Oh, were you there when those fey attacked and Denise got cursed? |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> (We're both pale as fishes' bellies but aside from height and skin colour I'm not sure if there is a strong resemblance.) |
| − | * | + | * Genevriel nods. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I didn't realize you knew about that. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Yeah, more small world stuff, all the fey business surrounding the club and all. |
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| − | <Zola> I | + | <Zola> Aubrienne and Lathra were looking into things at the same time as Hugo and I. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> I even went out with Denise a few times to patrol, since I might be able to help if one of those fiddlers shows up again... but nothing, thankfully. |
| + | * Genevriel nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Madds> Fiddlers? |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> One type of the ice fey that are prolonging the winter. |
| − | < | + | <Madds> huh |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> It played a fiddle that made people dance, thank the One I missed out on that bit of 'fun', but it was also able to curse Denise and turn her into ice. |
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| − | < | + | <Zola> That was that guy with the pick, I think |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Right. It was a while ago. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> . o O (And I was drunk.) |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> There were some smaller fey with them as well; firing arrows and wielding swords. |
| + | * Madds nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Madds> Was everyone all right? |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Well, except for Denise, and the fey themselves, yes. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> None of us is quite sure yet why they seemed to select Dorien and Argent's apartment to attack, though. |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Bad luck? :/ |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Or good luck, for everyone else, maybe. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I have a feeling that it was no coincidence, honestly. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Yeah? |
| + | * Genevriel nods. | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> So many people from the club maybe? |
| − | <Zola | + | <Genevriel> Or one of us, at any rate. |
| − | + | * Zola turns to Madds, "There's some sort of fey power site under the club, I guess... some old river." | |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Possibly Misery drew them, somehow; she was injured in the summoning ritual at the party. |
| − | < | + | <Madds> o_O |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Yeah, lucky us, right? |
| − | < | + | <Madds> That seems like a problem. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Huh... y'think? |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> ...if nothing else, maybe we should let the others who were hurt in on your hunch? |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I've been reviewing news items about fey mischief in the city and interviewing the other Shadar-kai who were present to try to determine whether there is a larger pattern, but so far I have not been able to draw any conclusions. |
| + | * Zola looks a little concerned at that. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> Hopefully someone figures out what all's going on before we freeze up solid, or get turned into mushrooms. |
| − | * | + | * Genevriel nods. |
| + | * Genevriel looks thoughtfully at Madds, thinking of the experimental farm. She needs to ask him about it, but this is neither the time nor the place since it could potentially compromise his position with the military. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Madds, is there anyone posted at Arguvan, still? |
| + | * Genevriel asks thoughtfully. | ||
| − | < | + | <Zola> .oO( Arugula what? ) |
| − | < | + | <Madds> Sure. Why do you ask? |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Well, apparently there was a... dryad, or possibly even a hamadryad, living on our farm. |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I never saw her, but... Andri did. |
| − | < | + | <Madds> oh? |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Huh, fancy that. |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I've just been thinking, lately, that if she survived the fire, perhaps she knows something about the fey and what's going on with them. |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> She might not be much for chatting ... |
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| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I have no reason to believe she'd tell me anything, but I'd be curious to speak with her. |
| − | < | + | <Madds> I suppose that could be? But I'm not sure how one would get in touch with a dryad. Leave a note at the nearest tree? |
| + | * Genevriel smiles sadly. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> There's that, too. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> (Is there a traditional dryad chatting mechanism? :P) |
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| − | < | + | <Madds> (dunno... be attractive and hang around in the woods? ;p) |
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I have this childish fancy that she might recognize me and choose to speak with me, but... I'm not sure how I could go there. |
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| − | < | + | <Madds> Well... I think you'd mentioned your aunt wanting to dedicate a memorial at the graveyard there? |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> Just need to make some friends who can teleport? :) |
| − | < | + | <Madds> Perhaps if that happens, you could attend. |
| + | * Genevriel nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Well, it's not just getting to Psyra, of course. It'd be being *there*. I suspect she can't stray from the trees. |
| + | * Genevriel seems to be rather sad-faced now, Zola. | ||
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> .oO( Memorial. Fire. :| ) |
| + | * Zola sips her cherry bomb. | ||
| + | * Madds nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Well. It's something to think about. |
| + | * Genevriel sighs, not seeming to really want to think about it at all. | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> I think I've taken far too long for my break. I should get back to work. |
| + | * Zola nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Genevriel> Good evening. |
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| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> It was nice chatting, Gen. |
| − | < | + | <Zola> Maddox :) |
| − | <Zola> | + | <Zola> You'll have to come by and visit us again. |
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| − | < | + | <Madds> Very nice to meet you - I'll try to :) |
| + | * Zola will flutter off tipsily | ||
| + | * Genevriel heads back to work once more. | ||
| − | < | + | ===Aubrienne helps Cassandreia meet Ysabel=== |
| + | <Cassandreia> (maybe we can figure you two are having a drink/chat together?) | ||
| − | < | + | <Aubrienne> (makes sense to me) |
| + | * Cassandreia is in a bubbly mood tonight, probably helped by the drinks | ||
| − | < | + | <Aubrienne> Someone seems to be having a good time. :) |
| − | < | + | <Cassandreia> Who? |
| + | * Cassandreia looks around | ||
| − | < | + | <Aubrienne> You, you rube. |
| − | * | + | * Aubrienne playfully bumps Cassie's shoulder |
| + | * Cassandreia giggles | ||
| − | < | + | <Aubrienne> Zola throws a heck of a party. |
| − | < | + | <Cassandreia> She really does! |
| − | < | + | <Cassandreia> I can't believe all the people she knows :o |
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| − | < | + | <Aubrienne> Many more than this, I'm sure, but we sure got a good crowd tonight. |
| + | * Cassandreia nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Aubrienne> Does that crowd happen to include a certain someone you were hoping would show? |
| − | < | + | <Cassandreia> Um, yes... |
| − | * | + | * Cassandreia says, blushing |
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Oh ho? Where is the lucky lady? | ||
| + | * Aubrienne looks around largely aimlessly. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> I don't want to point... She's the blonde girl with Theo, over near the musicians. | ||
| + | * Aubrienne look that way as casually as possible | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (ack, will look that way) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (How old is Ysabel again?) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> (the girl in question looks about Cassie's age, so 18 or so, tall and slim, with long wavy blonde hair. She seems a little nervous/out of place, perhaps?) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Aww, Cass, she's adorable. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Have you talked to her tonight? | ||
| + | * Cassandreia shakes her head | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> I wouldn't know what to say | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> You've talked to her before, right? It's not like approaching a stranger. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> Yes, but... I don't know how to get things around to... you know. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> <w> What if she isn't interested in girls? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Psh. She'd be an idiot not to be interested in you, but I can do a little digging. Give me a minute, and you stay here and try to get your courage up. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> okay... | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will give Cassie a little one-armed hug for encouragement and step away to go find Gabby | ||
| + | * Cassandreia orders another drink >.> | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (Is it possible to get a moment alone with Gabby? I know it's a party and all...) | ||
| + | * Gabriela is chatting with Justen ^-^ | ||
| + | * Cassandreia is now known as Justen | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (Heh, okay) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> ... cold enough that I was basically there as a portable heater, but then what else is new? | ||
| + | * Gabriela laughs | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (I know they've been introduced, but I'm forgetting how much Aubrienne and Justen have spoken...) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Say hey, Gabby, what's shakin'? | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will sidle up to Gabby with a smile | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> M. Olivier, nice to see you in more pleasant circumstances. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> (I don't think very much? like, she's probably seen him at the Orecalos, and/or at Xan's office, but idk if they have talked much beyond introductions) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> Oh, hi Bri - you've met my big brother? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (Okie doke, then I hope that conversational intrusion makes sense) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> (sure :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Not entirely socially, regretfully. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> Hi again :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> How are you enjoying Zola's little soiree? :) | ||
| + | * Justen looks very little like his sisters (well, at least the ones you've met ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> It's great! Good to be back to civilization :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Oh, yes, you've been away for a bit. How was...? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> the middle of nowhere? Chilly :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> Thenqa was about like I remembered it. The hot, salty, butter tea is an acquired taste. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> How terrible, though the city seems little better right now. I'm certain you can find a way to warm up, though, I'm sure. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> Ugh, Justen, don't be gross ;p | ||
| + | * Gabriela smacks her brother on the arm | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> It sounds like it wouldn't be to my taste, certainly, but to each their own. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I'm glad we could welcome you back to civilization. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Justen> Thanks | ||
| − | < | + | <Aubrienne> While I hate to impose, I wonder if I might borrow Gabby for a moment. I'm sure the party can occupy you for the time being. ;) |
| − | < | + | <Justen> Oh, no problem :) |
| − | |||
| − | <Zola> How could I? | + | <Gabriela> What's up? |
| + | * Gabriela asks as she steps aside with you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I'm not one to...that's not true, I'm absolutely one to gossip. | ||
| + | * Gabriela laughs | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Lovely as your brother is, I was hoping to ask after another of your siblings at the moment. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> Oh? Which one? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> It seems Cassie has a thing for your little sister Ysabel, but, being Cass, is both shy and nervous about approaching her. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> awwwww! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> You wouldn't be able to tell me whether Ysabel might be receptive to our coworkers interest, hmm? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> Well, I don't think she'd be offended, anyway. Belbel's too nice to be rude to anyone ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Hmm. 'Not rude' may not be the reaction Cassie is hoping for. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Though nice is certainly something Cassie needs. :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> She's never had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. At least not that I know about. She goes to the Castalia, she studies, she still lives at home. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> I mean, she's gorgeous - she could go out with just about anyone she wanted, and there've been plenty who've asked, but she's shy. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Maybe Cassie is exactly the right fit, then. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> They just may need a little nudge. ;) | ||
| + | * Gabriela smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> Theo brought her here to try and get her out of her shell | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> At the very least, I think making friends would be good for her. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Well, I think Cassie could definitely help with getting her out of her shell. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> And, if it goes well, out of her clothes. | ||
| + | * Gabriela laughs | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> But we'll see how it goes. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> That might take a while, but good luck to her :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> You're a doll, as always. Save me a dance? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> Sure thing! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> See you later. | ||
| + | * Lan-cookies is now known as Denise | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Gabriela> Later! | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will give her a playful peck on the cheek and dash off. | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will head back to (a hopefully not too drunk) Cassie | ||
| + | * Cassandreia is still sipping her drink | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Okay, so, how're we feeling? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> Okay. Nervous. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> That's good; it just means you like her. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I did some asking, and I am assured she is very nice and there is every chance she could be open to your interest. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> oh? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I talked to Gabby. :p | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> ohhhhh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> I should have thought of that >.> | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> It's okay. Someone did, so you're still good to go. | ||
| + | * Cassandreia smiles nervously | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> So... should I go talk to her? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Would you like some help? I could go with you to say hi to Theo. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> Okay | ||
| + | * Cassandreia says quickly | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will give her an eyebrow waggle and head over to where Theo and Ysabel are | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Happy Zola Day, Theo! How's the music holding up to your tastes? :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> It's not bad :) It was fun getting to see Mico perform. My little sister here is a fan of his :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Oh really? This must've been quite a treat. | ||
| + | * Ysabel nods | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will hold out her hand to Ysabel | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Aubrienne Romilly, nice to meet you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Ysabel> Ysabel Olivier | ||
| + | * Ysabel shakes back politely | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> And I believe you've met Cassandreia Morin? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Ysabel> Oh, yes, hi | ||
| + | * Ysabel says with a shy smile | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> Hello :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Cassie tells me you're studying at the Castalia. Is that why I haven't seen you here with your siblings before? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Ysabel> Oh, yes, that's right. I'm studying sorcery. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Ysabel> I... don't get out very much. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Only if one of us drags her ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Come on, have a seat, you can't just stand there :) | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will take a seat next to Theo so Cassie can take one next to Ysabel | ||
| + | * Cassandreia sits down in the available seat, then | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Don't mind if I do. I'd been hoping to talk to you about Zola's big production. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Oh yeah, she's been pretty enthusiastic about that. | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will make a small nod towards Ysabel when she sits, directing Cassie to take over that conversation | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> So, um... which one of Mico's songs is your favourite? | ||
| + | * Cassandreia asks Ysabel | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I hear it's going to be something. I'm really excited. | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will try to keep Theo occupied and keep an ear out if Cassie needs help | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Ysabel> Oh... I like At The Mouth Of The River. I know a lot of people like Ring Ring Ring best, but I think the slower songs are the best. | ||
| + | * Cassandreia nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> I like that one too. It's very sad, but beautiful. | ||
| + | * Theo will chat with you about the show and his plans for the songs | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (What kind of music is the band playing? If a slow song comes up, Aubrienne will try to get Cassie's attention to get her to ask Ysabel to dance) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (A nudge under the table and a look, that sort of thing) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Cassandreia> (right now, more up-tempo, but if it gets slower, you can certainly nudge her :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Hey, Aubrienne - I can't help but notice our drinks are empty. You want to come with me and help carry another round for the table? | ||
| + | * Theo asks after a bit | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (If it takes too long, she'll Message Jed or whoever might be within eyeline and likely willing to ask the band for a slow song) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I would absolutely love that, Theo. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Shall we? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Certainly. | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will get up and take his arm to wander off for drinks. | ||
| + | * Theo will accompany you to the bar, then. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Okay - so, are you willing to take my sister off my hands for the rest of the night? ;) | ||
| + | * Theo asks once you're safely out of earshot | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I think someone may be. :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Trying to dodge chaperone duty? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Ah, possibly. We'll see how successful my pick-up skills are ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Who're you looking at? I think I might be on a roll. ;) | ||
| + | * Theo nods in the direction of the well-muscled sailor who's been attracting a fair bit of attention - the one who you think came in with Hettie and Denise ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> It's entirely possible I have no chance @_@ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> (Being friends with Hettie, certainly I've at least heard of Serge-Yves, right?) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> (yes, no doubt :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Oh, buddy, I don't think you'll need any help with this one. ;) | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will order two drinks for Theo | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Knock 'em dead. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> What if he likes them all willowy and blond ;) | ||
| + | * Theo says a bit facetiously | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> He's a sailor. I think he just likes them. :p | ||
| + | * Theo accepts the drinks nevertheless | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Well, it's worth a shot | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> So, you'll keep an eye on Ysabel? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> I can do that. Anything she shouldn't be allowed to do? ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Gods, she should probably do everything on the list of things she isn't allowed to do. I mean, once our mother leaves anyway. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Well, I don't have a checklist, but I'll try to make sure she doesn't do anything dangerous at least. | ||
| + | * Theo nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Thanks - I owe you one. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Aubrienne> Eh, I don't keep track. Have fun. :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Theo> Hopefully! | ||
| + | * Theo will head off to chat up Serge-Yves | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will wait a goodly while, take some (sizeable) drinks back to Cassie and Ysabel, then excuse herself | ||
| + | * Cassandreia seems to have managed to sustain the conversation with Ysabel, and they are chatting happily when you take your leave | ||
| + | * Aubrienne will then head back to wherever Korisse is and keep a distant eye on the matchmade couple :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | ===Argent grabs Denise to give her a gift=== | ||
| + | * Argent_ will grab Denise while she is in mingle transition | ||
| + | * Denise is grabbed while in mingle transition | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> heeeeey ^-^ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Can I steal the birthday girl for a moment... there's a present involved | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> oooh! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> man! So many presents @_@ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> no one had to get me nothin' and then they did :3 | ||
| + | * Argent chuckles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> what's the point of a party without presents, or so I'm told | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I just ain't used to it, is all! | ||
| + | * Argent will pull out a small flat cardboard box, with a not very well tied ribbon on it | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I have many skills... ribbons ain't one of them | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> heh, I hear ya! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> that's okay, they still tear just as well ^-^ | ||
| + | * Denise pops them open | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> (The box contains a brass compass. The symbol of the wheel is engraved on the closed face, with Rat at the North) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> awww! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Its not much, but it may come in handy | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I bet! | ||
| + | * Denise grins | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I'm glad you like it | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Now I can pull on my new boots an' go anywhere ^-^ | ||
| + | * Denise will give you a big kinda drunk hug | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> its really good underground, as long as you have some light | ||
| + | * Argent accepts | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> heh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I should give Enver some tests, then >:D | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> make sure his skills are as good as he claims? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> un huh ^-^ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Ummmmm, I feel like that reminds me of something... | ||
| + | * Denise tucks on a lock of hair and then looks at heer half empty drink | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Some non-party thing! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Nuts | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I'm ok not knowing the details of Envers skills | ||
| + | * Argent teases | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> ^-^ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> No, it weren't about *that*! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but like, really it would only be fair :V | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> somethin' about thr sewers maybe? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yes! :D | ||
| + | * Denise seems pleased that he has remembered but then makes a face | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Spill then explain fairness to me? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> the mushroom folks | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> ... I guess Zola found out...somehow.... that like | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> the Cold Guy | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> is what's stoppin' the mushroom grossness...blight....thing from spreadin' more | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Guess that makes sense... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> never thought they were workin together | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but so like | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Well void... I got wind something was going down against the Cold Rider. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> If you *get* Cold Guy, then the plague'll be all through the ciy | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> un huh, you said | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> 's why I needed to tell you! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Who told Zola? If I'm gonna try and stop somethin' I may need to know. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> uhhhh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I...forget -_- | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Ask Zola? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Or I could? | ||
| + | * Argent nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I will | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Maybe not tonight though | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Yeah | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> its her party :3 | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I'm sure it will be fine tomorrow | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> hee, depends how many cherry bombs she has ^-^ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> well tomorrow does stretch all the way to midnight | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> 's true! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> oooh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> plus like | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> turns out that metal arm guy | ||
| + | * Denise leans in and 'whispers' | ||
| + | * Argent leans in all conspiritorial-like | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> he's somekinda colour guard type | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but like... | ||
| + | * Denise looks liek she is trying to think | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> Geff's husband isn't normal | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> hey how did *you* know? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> is that like.... a Thing thing or just a ...Job thing? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I figured that out when I served him... just couldn't be sure the details | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> that's why he got shot | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> more a job thing. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but he's not *bad*... so you would leave him alone right? not like.... shoot him at a weddin'? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> hes not evil | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I checked his aura | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> was like the fae | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but that's the fdifference, right? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I'm not good at explaining it... and I don't want to get all deep spiritual on you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> it ain't prolly a great time for that @_@ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but just i mean | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> you'd leave 'em alone if they ain't evil right? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> "evil" | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> how you see it? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> yeah... all I did was warn Zola, just in case. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> right | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I'm only looking for the bad things. | ||
| + | * Denise nods, seeming erhaps a bit reassure to hear you say it, anyway | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> If I start with differnt... well Id have to start with me. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> and I like me too much :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but still, like, knowin' there's folks like that out there, you gotta watch your back too, right? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> I know and I appreciate you watching it as well | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah :D | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> an now I can find my away around better if I need to find ya ^-^ | ||
| + | * Argent chuckles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Argent> and enough of idle chatter... lets dance! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> okay :D | ||
| + | |||
| + | ===Zola and Noren talk serious stuff=== | ||
| + | * Zola will suggest Noren stick around until later when she can give him more attention, or agree to meet him elsewhere. (He can take Bastien home if he's pooped :P) | ||
| + | * Noren will stick it out | ||
| + | * Zola leans in over his table later on. "Hey, hon. I'll just be a minute... gonna say sayonara to these stragglers" :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Sure thing | ||
| + | * Zola will step into the middle of the back lounge and pipe up. "Night everyone! Hope you had a blast!" | ||
| + | * Zola waves and blows kisses to the last revellers | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (the remaining guests will wave and cheer for you, if they aren't passed out ;) | ||
| + | * Zola will saunter back over to Noren. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Got a setting in mind? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> My place? | ||
| + | * Noren suggests | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> (He still live at his folks'?) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (perhaps not, given I don't think he usually invites you there.) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> (So that's news to her too?) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (yeah) | ||
| + | * Zola looks a little surprised by that. "Your mom'll keep us chaste, I suppose" :) | ||
| + | * Noren smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I'm renting a flat - work week stuff, easier commute, all that. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Ohh? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Honestly... I just needed some space of my own. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Yeah, I know what that's like. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Room for Bastien too? He doesn't like to be cooped up in the dressing room too long. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> He'd be welcome to join us. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> We can put him in a cupboard if we need some privacy :) | ||
| + | * Noren smiles at that | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I'll be right back then :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> All right. Shall I get us a cab? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Sure, I'll meet you out front. | ||
| + | * Noren nods | ||
| + | * Zola will go get her things, purse, coat, cat, handgun :V | ||
| + | * Noren will be waiting out front with a cab. When you come out, of course there's still someone waiting to snap some photos... | ||
| + | * Zola strikes a pose, with Bastien in her arms. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> You from the Scourge? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (click*flash* no answer ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Well, if you are, say Hi to your boss for me. | ||
| + | * Zola lets Noren open teh door for her. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> (since cat) | ||
| + | * Noren does so, and will slide into the seat beside you and give the address to the driver. | ||
| + | * Zola sits Bastien between us, but not in a Pointed way. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Shall I prepare myself for a real bachelor's flop? :) | ||
| + | * Noren chuckles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I hope it's a little better than that | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Although the truth is, I haven't had a lot of chance to decorate, so it may be a bit sparse. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> That's understandable. All Bastien needs is a stray shirt or two to get comfy on :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> well, that can likely be arranged :) | ||
| + | * Zola chuckles. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I hope you've got coffee... I'm starting to feel a little pooped with all the excitement. | ||
| + | * Zola leans her head on his shoulder, careful not to squish B. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (the drive is fairly short - Noren's place is just around the edge of the Pav, a nice-looking new-ish set of row houses) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Definitely, coffee can be made. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Please :) | ||
| + | * Noren will lead the way inside | ||
| + | * Zola deposits Bastien and takes off her coat. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (as predicted, the place is nice but a bit lacking in flair ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It'll fill out nicely in time, I'd say :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Can I freshen up? | ||
| + | * Zola looks about for the washroom | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Of course - I'll put on the coffee. | ||
| + | * Noren points you in the right direction | ||
| + | * Zola will shed her ridiculously expensive dress, and some of her jewellery. | ||
| + | * Zola tugs on the sleeves she got from Noren and will her frilly underthings into a sleek, simple and more casual black dress. | ||
| + | * Zola will come back out once she's ensured everything's in proper place. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Ta-da! | ||
| + | * Zola strikes a pose | ||
| + | * Noren turns with a smile | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Very nice :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Bastien smuggled it in for me :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> The coffee should be ready soon | ||
| + | * Zola looks about to find a spot to sit | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (sofa?) | ||
| + | * Zola will settle in there with a sigh | ||
| + | * Noren comes to sit with you after a few moments, bringing two cups of coffee | ||
| + | * Zola will take hers and blow on it a little | ||
| + | * Zola looks at Noren to see if he's gearing up to Talk, or if it's still time to chatter. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> So... how exhausted are you? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What did you have in mind? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Well, I was hoping to talk about some ... I guess more serious things. But if it's too heavy for now, we can wait. | ||
| + | * Zola is perhaps not as minxish as she might normally be when asking that question | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It won't take too long for the coffee to give me a boost :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Fire away. | ||
| + | * Noren nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Bastien? You want to try out Noren's bed and give us a few? :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> The first thing is I've decided to run for a seat on the Great Council. That's the other reason I'm living in Rhenea now. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> W- wow! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> That's some big news :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Yeah... I don't know what will happen. If I'm not elected, I guess nothing much. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> But if I am, it could mean some changes. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What kind of changes? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Well, work changes, for one. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> You mean you won't be junior partner by day, Councillor by night? :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Right... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> The other thing is, the papers will probably try to find dirt on me. | ||
| + | * Zola nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> That will probably start during the campaign, but if I'm elected I suspect it won't stop then. | ||
| + | * Zola chuckles drily. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I suppose maybe I shouldn't have stoppde for that last picture. | ||
| + | * Noren smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> It's all right. You're not a secret... or at least, I don't intend to make you one. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> If the worst thing they can say about me is that I keep company with a beautiful jazz singer, well... that's not so bad. | ||
| + | * Zola looks at him like he's crazy... affectionately, but like he's crazy. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I know this city's pretty wild, but that's enough in some books :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Maybe if I was running in the Pav... but I think Rhenea might be a bit more understanding. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I guess there's that :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Do you have any other well dressed skeletons in your closet? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Well, they may try to dig some up, but there shouldn't be too much else for them to find. A few dalliances here and there, for an unmarried man, isn't unexpected, I don't think? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I think I'd be more troubled if there weren't :) | ||
| + | * Noren smiles at that | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I wanted to tell you all this, anyhow, in case it comes back on you somehow. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I don't want to cause problems for you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> You're thinking about Mico? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Mico, your parents... I don't know. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Well, I don't think I care much about what my parents have to say about any of this ... and Mico's not a secret I can keep forever anyway. :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> probably things I haven't even thought of yet :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I'm a lot better at dressup than at keeping my loose ends tied up :) | ||
| + | * Noren smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> And I have my own single coming out anyway :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Yes, that was great news - congratulations :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What price is it to give up a charade to have an upstanding gentleman in the Great Council :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Having more Rats on the Great Council is especially worthwhile, I hope. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Yes! Denise, the one I sang for, she's House Rat... Murodea? She's helped me see things aren't quite so... even. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I bet she'll be thrilled to hear the news too :) | ||
| + | * Noren nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I went on some patrols with her and some of the club folk to see if we could spot any of those nasty fey. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Oh yes? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> How did that go? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Good and bad... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> The bad was the cold... and the boring... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> And the good was the boring :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> At least on the patrols | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I suppose in a case like that, you're really hoping not to find anything exciting. | ||
| + | * Noren nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Is that what made you decide to run? To help your House? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Yes, I suppose that was the main factor. Hoping to have some influence, at least. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It's pretty ambitious... just a young man still :) | ||
| + | * Noren smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I suppose I figure if I lose, I'll have plenty of time to try again some day. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> That's true. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Is your other news this momentous? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Anyway... so, that was one thing I wanted to talk to you about. | ||
| + | * Zola chuckles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> The other is more ... personal, I guess. About us. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Colour me surprised :) | ||
| + | * Zola jokes, but is clearly not disappointed by it. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I got the feeling maybe I was too... well, that maybe I came on too serious. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I wanted to try and clear things up. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I'm certain I couldn't say that was the case and still claim to be fair at all. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I've missed you so much... I couldn't just let things go on drifting apart, not without a fight anyway. | ||
| + | * Zola reaches out to take his hand. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I've missed you too. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It was me, though... I whipped myself up into worry so quickly... | ||
| + | * Noren squeezes your hand in return. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Zola, I don't want to change you. I don't expect you to change for me. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I'm not worried about changing, Noren. I'm worried about ... not being able to change, if that's what it takes. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I'd never ask you to give up your music | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Or... to give up your other friends. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It's not just music, Noren... it's- | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> ...it's people... other lovers... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What if ... it just isn't for me... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Monogamy? | ||
| + | * Noren asks with a slight smile | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I guess, yeah... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> well... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I dreamt of a prince often enough when I was little, but since school it hasn't really been in mind that often :/ | ||
| + | * Zola looks down at our hands... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It's not that you came on too strong... it's just that I don't want things to get to a point where it hurts you if that's not what I can give. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> If you'd come on stronger I might actually have been a little less oblivious to it sneaking up on me :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I guess I've just become more cautious as I've gotten older. I couldn't sweep you off your feet the way I did when I was young. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I didn't want to risk losing you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> That kind of hot, fast-burning passion... well, it burns out. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> You never know... I am a sucker for passion. | ||
| + | * Noren smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Well, I could give it another shot. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> But should you? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I don't know. | ||
| + | * Zola asks, a little sadly. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Will you be happy with it? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I'm happy with you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> But what if I'm not there? Will it hurt you every time I'm with someone else? | ||
| + | * Zola looks him straight in the eyes. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I just... I just think of me being out somewhere at a party, and you're at home, lonely, and sad because I'm out having fun... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> And... and I just can't imagine how I could do that to you. | ||
| + | * Zola tears up | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> How could I? | ||
* Noren puts his arm around you | * Noren puts his arm around you | ||
| − | * Zola leans in. | + | * Zola leans in. |
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I can't deny that I want you to be mine... that I want what we have to be special, different than the rest of your lovers. But a little jealousy can add a certain spice, too. | ||
| + | * Noren holds you close | ||
| + | * Zola laughs a little awkwardly. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> You ARE special. That's why I don't want things to end badly... like it does for so many people... in a slow sad rot from the inside. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Making you mine each time you come home... | ||
| + | * Noren murmurs to you | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What if you don't like spice. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Then I'll tell you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Do you think I'd sit and stew if I'm not happy with how things are? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> And what if it's too late for that? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> how do you mean? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What if ... we're engaged, or married or we have fourteen kids? When it's too late for words to give us a graceful end. | ||
| + | * Noren smiles at that | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> We could give it a while to see - for both of us. We don't need to jump into marriage and ... 14 kids, wow, is that what you're aiming for? ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> That would be very expensive... | ||
| + | * Zola laughs | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> You'd be worth every penny, if that was what you really wanted ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> But I suspect it's not. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Awww | ||
| + | * Zola sighs | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Zola, are we being foolish? Are we passing up on something that could be great because we're afraid that someday it might fade? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It does seem a little hypocritical of me | ||
| + | * Zola laughs a little into his shoulder | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I stopped myself from pouring out my heart to you so that I wouldn't scare you away... you're worried about hurting me so much... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Maybe we need to have a fight. | ||
| + | * Noren chuckles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Well I did tell you I'm not going to give you up without one. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I ... think I mean it. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> oh? | ||
| + | * Zola leans back a bit. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I mean, we're both being too careful. | ||
| + | * Noren nods, listening | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> You hope for a dream in which I'm something I may never turn out to be. Are you bumbling into a mistake? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> And me... am I only afraid? Or am I being selfish? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Everyone else gets married and settles down. Why shouldn't I? Why am I special? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Doesn't it ... I don't know, make you angry at all? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> It makes me anxious, more than anything | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Shouldn't... that tell you something? That it won't last? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I'd be more worried if I was absolutely certain. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What will you do when you come home and I'm out... Gods know where with Gods know who? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Well, if I was absolutely certain I probably wouldn't be worried at all... but you know what I mean | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> If I was someone else looking at me, I'd be worried ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> What would I do? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Yes. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Make myself a drink - check in on the fourteen kids - go to bed and probably fall asleep with a book - wake up when you get in and ravish you? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Or, you know, if we're both exhausted, the ravishing could wait until morning. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> You're still being reasonable :| | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Be... angry or ... something, I don't know. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Well what do you want? For me to be unreasonable? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What if it's ... Bright Rionet? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> And his bodyguard. | ||
| + | * Zola says somewhat matter of factly | ||
| + | * Noren actually sounded a bit more cross at the last question | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Or a woman, maybe? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Maybe I do want you to be unreasonable. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Zola, why would it matter more to me who it is, specifically? Bright's a spoiled brat but that's your choice. | ||
| + | * Noren says a bit more annoyed | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What if it's a beggar or something? :| | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I ... don't know | ||
| + | * Zola deflates a little. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> You do have some standards, last I checked ;p | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Maybe I just want to hear you at your most selfish so I can see what's in between. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> My most selfish? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> What if your carrying on costs me my seat on the Council? What if people make fun of me in the papers, or behind my back, because I can't satisfy you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Is that selfish? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Yes, and no. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I'm willing to take those risks to be with you. You think I haven't thought of those things? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I could have brought you here tonight to tell you it had to end because of the appearance of things, because of my career, politics, whatever | ||
| + | * Noren says more heatedly | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> And you still don't think I'm worth a little risk of your own? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It's you I don't want to risk, not me. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Is it really? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Or is it that you don't want to risk feeling guilty, feeling bad, because you can't stop seeing other people? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> That's ... part of it. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It's not the dalliances that would be shameful, though... it would be hurting you :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> You don't get to decide if I'm hurt. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I've already said I'll be honest - I'll tell you if I'm hurt by something. Until then, you're just... imagining things. | ||
| + | * Zola lets out a sigh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> And you don't get to have it both ways - to tell me that if I'm not hurt, it means I don't love you enough. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> That's not what I'm saying. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I would never suggest that D: | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Good. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Because I do love you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I ... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I love you enough to put up with this bullshit, and keep coming back. | ||
| + | * Noren says with a slight laugh (at himself, maybe) | ||
| + | * Zola laughs a little herself | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I'm sorry. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I guess I just ... I've been afraid to trust that you have thought it all through. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Valeen tried to tell me that it's not my place to worry so much about your decision in this, and I screwed that part up | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I've had plenty of time to think. And Justen helped ;p | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> It's ... disrespectful, I know... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> But short of a sign from Cat... | ||
| + | * Zola sips her cold coffee. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Maybe you should stay angry | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Maybe you should ... show me who gets to decide how you feel? | ||
| + | * Noren pulls you back into his arms for a kiss | ||
| + | * Zola sets her coffee down quickly, hopefully upright. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (if you spill coffee, at least he probably doesn't have a rug yet for it to ruin) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> (hee) | ||
| + | * Zola breaks the kiss ... "Tell me I'm foolish." | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> You're a beautiful, foolish woman, and I love you. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Oh, Noren... angrier! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> I love you and I want you to chase it all away | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Be selfish, take every bit of me for yourself! | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> I want you, Zola... I want you all to myself. | ||
| + | * Noren tugs at your dress, which... I don't know what happens with it, since it isn't real ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What part of *mmph* angry *mphphph* and TAKE are you missing? | ||
| + | * Zola wiggles one arm which has the sleeve one it | ||
| + | * Noren feels for that and will yank it off you then | ||
| + | * Noren goes for the other one next | ||
| + | * Zola is now in undies :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Ohh, that's cool @_@ | ||
| + | * Noren is not going to bother to sweep you off to the bedroom at this rate... the couch is perfectly fine @_@ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> (bedroom can be round two ;) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> Ooh, here? That works o_o | ||
| + | * Zola cannot guarantee she does not yell "Angrier!" more during the night | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Right here | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> What if I want the bedroom? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Noren> Too bad. | ||
| + | * Zola smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Zola> That's it :D | ||
| + | |||
| + | ===Denise visits Serge-Yves the morning after the party=== | ||
| + | * Denise will try and find you in a post-hangover state, and will possibly help enduce this with the application of strong coffee and greasy food | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves will gratefully accept the offer of said coffee and foods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Did you have a good time ^-^ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> yup, fun night :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> how about you? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> it sure was a swell party @_@ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> People got me presents :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> And there was MICO :O :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> for Me :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Like | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> what | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves smiles | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> how's that a thing that happens to *me* :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I ain't no one :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> well, you got some good friends, it seems like :) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I guesss so :o | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> anyway | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> like | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I wanted to talk to you 'bout some things | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> oh yeah? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> for serious things though | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> is it anything I gotta think real hard about? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> so I'll wait 'til you're done your coffee | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah, maybe | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves nods | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves will have his breakfast and coffee, and get a second cup, before nodding that you can proceed | ||
| + | * Denise nibbls at eggs and toast herself | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> so | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> You know I said what Serval Aigel's in jail now, right? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> Yeah. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> 'cause he shot up a wedding an' got tackled off a roof by a warforged? | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> Good job there. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> so I asked what that was all about | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> an' it turns out it's cause it all up to his neck in Colour Guard business | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> oh? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> which I guess we heard was somethin' maybe before | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> like, mighta been him who burned some Shadar -kai shops an such | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but that didn't seem much to do with Vairon | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but maybe it were? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> how'd you mean? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> Vairon weren't Shadar-kai | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> No, but, like, neither was the guy who got shot | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> there other ways folks can be different, and them types don't like any of it | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> well, I know 'bout bein' different, an' some folks not likin' that ;p | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> do you know who any of his people were? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> not like that | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I mean, I don't think that's it | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> Vairon's people? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> like, family, or the like | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> he was from up north, outside Danever... I never met 'em or anythin'. He mentioned his mam, never said nothin' much 'bout his da 'cept that he weren't in the picture. Said his mam got married to some other fella when he was about fourteen or so, but they didn't get along | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> so he went off to sea | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> huh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> I figured the navy musta sent her one o' them black border telegrams when ... you know :/ Maybe I shoulda tried to get in touch, I dunno. What could I say though? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I dunno :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> You still could I guess, even just to let her know he had folks who cared about 'im, even if you don't wanna get all detailed? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> I guess, yeah. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but like.... he just seemed like a normal fella? | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves thinks about that for a bit | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> well I mean I guess he was special in some ways :3 | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> yeah... | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> he had one weird thing, I guess. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> webbed fingers an' toes. like, just a little bit webbed - not so you'd notice unless you were up close an' personal. | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> huh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> just like this little bit of thin skin between his fingers | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Well, maybe it were more'n that, or these folks thought it were... :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> they'd kill someone over just somethin' as little as that? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> They shot up a guy at his weddin' who hadn't done nothin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> there's another thing in this mess, where maybe you can find out some more | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> yeah? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> well | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Aunt Hettie said that Nyckie's can maybe ger her - at least her - in to have a 'chat' with 'im while he | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> he's still in the clink | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> oh yeah, a 'chat'? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> un huh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> Like a knife in the back kinda chat? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> Uh | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I dunno 'bout that, you | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> d have to ask hettie | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> I was just jokin'... mostly >.> | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> yeah.... >.> | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> well, maybe some answers, at least | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> that'd be somethin' at least | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> but if he do some out with some weird idea that Vairon didn't fit how they thought he should, at least you won't be surprised | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Serge-Yves> I still miss him | ||
| + | * Denise will lean over and give you a hug | ||
| + | * Serge-Yves hugs you back | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Denise> I wish I'd got to meet 'im :/ | ||
| + | |||
| + | ===Hugonel meets with his uncle Loick to discuss weird shit that keeps happening=== | ||
| + | * Hugonel will have made an appointment with Loick in advance. | ||
| + | * Loick will greet you when you arrive at his study, and will offer you a drink (level of appropriateness depending on what time of day this is...) | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Hugonel> Dear uncle, how have you been? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Loick> Very well, and yourself? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Hugonel> I'm all right. Cold, of course. But doing well enough. | ||
| + | * Loick nods | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Hugonel> Has there been any movement on any of the ... happenings? | ||
| + | |||
| + | <Loick> You sound as if you're asking after the health of my digestive system. | ||
| − | < | + | <Loick> What happenings particularly? |
| − | * | + | * Hugonel laughs. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I mean strange beings roaming the city, and horrible fungi, and of course the damn cold. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Matters are being discussed - while some might want to rush into action, the Emperor is quite cautious, and there are many factors to be considered. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> A fine political answer. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> people are arguing over what to do, does that sound better? |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Of course I understand the need to be circumspect. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Well ... as always, disagreements happen. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I am actually here about ... something else, although maybe it's related. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Oh? |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> If I were to describe to you a being ... a red-haired woman, with large bright colourful wings, but a skull for a face ... does that sound familiar at all? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Well, I know of a red-haired woman with colourful wings. Her face is quite pretty, though. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Oh? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Emkathon Orecalo is the daughter of my favourite librarian. And her wings are certainly among the first things one would notice about her, at any rate. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> (do I know about her?) |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Loick> (probably yes? She is a Serpent follower, so from ceremonies at least) |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Right ... well, this would have to be someone rather older than her. Someone who was a full-grown woman twenty years ago. |
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| − | < | + | <Loick> Depending on your definition of 'woman', I don't suppose you could be referring to her namesake? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Again, so far as I know, her face is not skull-like. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> It is possible that the skull is ... metaphorical. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I don't know ... I'm trying to figure this all out. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> I would imagine that Emkathon - *the* Emkathon, not Emmie - could probably choose her appearance. If she wanted to have a skull for a face, she probably could. |
| − | * | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> And, errr, well, this is rather embarrassing, but ... does Emkatahon ... consort with ... human males? |
| − | * | + | * Hugonel tries to maintain his dignity as a Silveira, who should of course be proud of all his conquests ... right? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> It seems she did at least once. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> It was a long time ago, and ... I'm not really sure what she looked like at the time. But it happened, and recently the memory ... has been flooding back. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Oh.. you mean this was something that happened to you? |
| + | * Hugonel nods. | ||
| + | * Loick would totally offer you a high five if that was a thing. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Yes. When I was around eighteen. |
| + | * Loick will settle for a 'cheers' with his glass. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> She said, at the time, that we wouldn't see each other for a long time. But that ... I was special to her. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Hugo... I don't mean to suggest you might have imagined this. But have you considered that you might have imagined this? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Not that I don't think a woman might consider you special, of course ;p |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I did consider that, very seriously. When I started having ... memories ... I went to Sirris to inquire. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> He used a ritual to evoke my suppressed memories. |
| + | * Loick nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> He tells me that aspects of what I saw might be ... non-literal, but it did really happen. |
| + | * Loick considers this a bit more seriously | ||
| − | < | + | <Loick> So far as I'm aware, Emkathon only, ah, consorted, if that's the word you want to use, with Laeken of the Wolf. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> And of course he's not the jealous type, right? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> well. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Probably not anymore? |
| + | * Hugonel shuffles uncomfortably. | ||
| − | < | + | <Loick> They had a child together. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> I don't know very much about her. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I ... didn't know that. |
| + | * Loick nods | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Do you know her name? Or how old she is? Or where she lives? Or ... anything? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Her name, I'm given to understand, was Katha. If she is alive, she'd be I suppose in the vicinity of 2300 years old? |
| − | + | * Hugonel exhales heavily. | |
| − | * | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I've never objected to older women. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Well, quite. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> I can't rule out that she *could* still be alive. I don't know what the likely lifespan would be for the child of a being like Emkathon, even one who was partly human. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Loick> There aren't... many of such offspring to gauge by. |
| + | * Loick sighs | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Why would she be interested in me? I mean ... other than the obvious. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Loick> There's one other factor that makes me feel like your vision, even if it was symbolic in some fashion, could relate to her. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> oh? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> I need you to keep this secret, Hugo. |
| + | * Hugonel nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> All right. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Laeken is still with us, after a fashion. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> ... how do you mean? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> he's a demilich - a very powerful form of undead that looks like nothing more than a floating skull. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> So far he hasn't caused any serious trouble, at least that I'm aware of. We monitor him to the best of our abilities. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Where does he ... un-live? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> But I'm sure you can appreciate, this isn't the sort of information one wants the public getting wind of. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Right. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> So you think that the skull plus the wings suggests their offspring. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> You know the joke about the 800 pound troll? Wherever he wants. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> He seems to like libraries. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> But I still don't know why their daughter would show up and pay any attention to me or any other human. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> That I don't know. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Loick> Maybe she was just charmed by your winning personality and devastating good looks. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Right. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> And as for why I would, twenty years later, start having these visions? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Yet another mystery. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I would rather not worry about this ... but I have to now, don't I? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Now? It seems clear that you already were. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> There have been too many redheads in my life. I need to swear off them, stick to blondes. |
| − | * | + | * Loick chuckles |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Loick> Brunettes are quite sensible, most of the time ;) |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Do you think I should try to find her? |
| + | * Loick says because his wife is one and he's a sensible man ;) | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Who would I even talk to? How would I start? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Well, I'm not going to recommend going to try and talk to Laeken. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> I've done it, on a few occasions, but I wouldn't advise it. |
| + | * Hugonel nods. | ||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> No concerns there, Uncle. I'm not crazy. |
| − | * | + | * Loick nods |
| − | < | + | <Loick> For finding things, or people, Reverend Mother Alma is an excellent bet - although you did say you were swearing off redheads. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I'm relatively confident that she won't try to seduce me, though. |
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| − | < | + | <Loick> Only relatively? |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I am *very* good. |
| − | * | ||
| − | < | + | <Loick> D: |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Alma might see her way to helping with the divination, if this woman can even be found using divination. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Does the Reverend Mother know about ... Laeken? |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Yes. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> All right, well I won't say anything to her to betray that you told me, of course. |
| − | |||
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> She may be curious as to why I think this woman is Katha, and ... well, I'm a good liar but somehow I think she'd see through me. |
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| − | < | + | <Loick> She does have an annoying talent for that, yes. |
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| − | < | + | <Hugonel> I'll tell her that after hearing my description of the skull-faced woman, you suggested it was Katha ... but nothing more about why you think that. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> I suppose that'll have to do. |
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| − | < | + | <Loick> I can deal with her if she comes inquiring about my insights. |
| − | < | + | <Hugonel> Thank you, Uncle. I'm sorry to be such a bother. |
| − | < | + | <Loick> Don't worry about it. You're not nearly as much of a bother as some of the people I work with. |
| − | * | + | * Hugonel laughs. |
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Latest revision as of 21:36, 8 December 2015
Summary
Session
- Session date: November 22, 2015
- Diablotin date: 16th of Third-Month
Prologue
<DiablotinNarrator> Tonight is going to be Zola's (and Denise's) birthday party
<DiablotinNarrator> My understanding of the arrangements for the party, which Cat can correct if I'm misremembering is that everyone working at the club is invited, and can bring a guest (some people, like Tits and Aubrienne apparently, have extra power to issue invites to fun people ;)
<DiablotinNarrator> The main part of the club is still open to regular patrons as well, but the back room is going to be reserved for just Zola's party. Tits has brought in some supplemental staff for the night so that people aren't working through the entire party ;)
<Dorien> I assume Dorien and Misery will split the refreshment duties
<DiablotinNarrator> That's reasonable :)
<DiablotinNarrator> I also heard that Zola is paying for at least some drinks - maybe like a drink per person or something ;)
<Denise> fancy!
- Denise is going to be so overwhelmed :o
- Zola isn't filthy rich, but knows at least some staff (OK, and Denise :P) might not be floating in party cash.
<DiablotinNarrator> Anyway - forewarning that I haven't got a lot of formally planned things going on, so take the opportunity to talk to each other, and/or NPCs, and we'll muddle through :)
<DiablotinNarrator> Some folks will also have NPCs in play here - Korisse and Elmdor apparently, and Ysabeau :) as available people for talking to potentially ^-^
Zola's party begins
- Zola has chosen her party to christen her shiny new frock:
<Zola> Welcome everyone! I'm so glad you could join us tonight!
- Denise doesn't really have anything fancier than her work clothes, but will wear her nicest suit
- Denise clings to Enver
<Zola> I hope you have fun tonight as we celebrate my birthday, and ... where's Denise?
- Zola waves at her and points.
<Zola> And Denise's too! :D
<Denise> D: :D
- Denise gives Zola a shy wave
- Zola grins wide and waves again
- Zola blows her a kiss
<Denise> :)
<Zola> Also, I have an announcement to make to add to the celebratory mood...
<Zola> Some of you might know I've been in the studio lately, and my talented agent Hector has arranged for my new single to be played on the Red Lion Dance Hour!
- Denise cheers :3
- Aubrienne cheers
<DiablotinNarrator> The crowd in general will cheer :)
- Dorien will applaud heartily
- Genevriel applauds
- Argent applauds with everyone
<Zola> And now, I'm going to make you sit through it live... :D
- Zola will start things off with a couple songs, because it's her party and she'll sing if she wants to.
- Denise will dance wth her boy, then :3
- Zola sings Waiting for You :3
- Genevriel probably is not normally inclined to dance, regardless of who her evening's companion is, so she will sit and listen and try not to drink too fast/too much.
- Zola makes the rounds to meet everyone!
- Dorien will wolf whistle Zola as she gets off stage. :3
- Genevriel shakes her head slightly and smiles.
- Zola smiles and looks around to see who whistled, and waves :D
<Genevriel> That's my cousin, Dorien.
- Genevriel will fill Madds in on who people are, as needed.
Zola receives a birthday gift from Noren
- Noren is there, and he brought a friend ...
- Zola will definitely go to greet Noren very early in the evening.
<Noren> Happy birthday :)
- Zola steps over to him, her heels clacking lively on the floor. "Thank you! I'm so glad you could come!"
- Zola opens her arms for a big hug and plants a kiss on his cheek :)
- Noren hugs you back
<Noren> Do you have a minute to sit?
<Zola> And who's your date? Such a handsome fellow...
- Justen chuckles
<Zola> Of course!
<Justen> I'm just glad we made it back to town in time - it would have been a shame to miss this while we were off in the frozen deserts.
<Justen> Although the weather is about the same here.
<Zola> It would have been a shame for certain! All for... frozen wastes?
<Zola> At least we have warm clubs and music in the city :)
<Justen> Well, it was slightly more productive than that. And there are ways to keep warm.
<Justen> ^-^
- Zola laughs
- Zola looks to Noren to make sure he didn't mean for a private moment?
- Noren seems okay with Justen being there
<Noren> I had a little something for you...
- Zola will sit with Noren then.
<Zola> What were you doing up the- ooh?
- Zola will get back to wasteland adventures in a bit then.
- Noren offers you a long, flat box - like the kind long gloves might come in. Nicely wrapped with a ribbon, of course.
- Zola sets it in front of her on the table and straightens the ribbon
<Zola> Very lovely presentation :3
- Noren smiles
<Noren> thanks
- Zola considers asking if she should open it now, but decides she wants to anyway, and tugs at a ribbon
- Zola lifts the lid off and peeks
<DiablotinNarrator> Inside is a pair of fingerless, elbow-length gloves. The fabric is so thin they're translucent.
<Zola> Oooh...
<Zola> (Do they match the dress?)
<Noren> They're a little more interesting than they appear. At least, I hope you'll think so.
<Noren> Try them on...
- Zola will!
<Zola> What material is this?
<Noren> Magical ;)
<Zola> Noren :o
<Noren> It's just a little something, honestly.
<Noren> They'll let you change your clothing into ... well, whatever you fancy at the moment.
<DiablotinNarrator> http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/wondrous-items/r-z/sleeves-of-many-garments (for the record)
<Zola> Fancy :3
<Noren> Although why you'd ever want to wear anything other than that dress, I'm not sure... maybe it's a poorly chosen gift ;)
- Zola laughs
<Zola> It is a poor night to give them a try, but you can't trot a beauty like this out every night... it'll start to seem pedestrian :D
<Zola> It's very thoughtful ^_^
- Zola gives NOren another kiss on the cheek.
<Zola> And practical too! ^_^
- Noren blushes a little
<Noren> I, ah... there are some other things I wanted to talk to you about too, but maybe now isn't the best time... I don't want to keep you from your other guests
<Zola> I'm sure we can find time to talk later :)
- Noren nods
<Noren> It's a lovely party.
<Zola> I hope people have fun. :)
<Zola> There's a few people here you should know... Bastien's at the bar... and Gabby and Theo should be kicking about...
<Justen> Don't worry, I'll make sure he does.
<Zola> Excellent :)
<Zola> Your mother and I are up to some shenanigans later :D
<Justen> That explains why she's been giggling.
- Zola grins :D
<Zola> It's a bit of a present for Denise. Kid's a sweetie and it turns out we share a birthday, so I thought I'd throw in a surprise :D
<Zola> You'll know when it happens.
<Justen> Well, I can't wait to see what it is!
- Zola says coyly
<Zola> Nothing too risqué though... or I'd have to warn you three kiddos to leave the room :V
- Justen and Noren laugh
- Zola will excuse herself to make the rounds
Misery alerts Dorien to Korisse's presence; they go to greet her pre-emptively
- Misery will come over to you, Dorien, while you're making a sale to some of the chorus girls
<Misery> <w> Emergency!
<Dorien> Hey sweety
<Dorien> o.O
- Misery is giving you Significant Looks
- Dorien will quickly try to disengage himself and let himself be pulled aside.
<Dorien> <w>What's up? Is everything ok?
<Misery> <w> Mme. Severin is here.
- Misery nods to where Korisse is hanging out with ... probably Aubrienne and Hettie and some other people you don't recognize
<Dorien> <w> Fuck. Ok, it's not too bad. We're not selling anything illegal.
<Misery> <w> Okay but I don't know if she'll make that distinction @_@
<Dorien> <w> She's reasonable. I mean if you're that worried you can go in back or take off.
<Misery> :/
<Misery> <w> Why do I feel like I'm disappointing her :p
- Dorien will hug Misery.
<Dorien> <w> Hey, we're trying.
<Dorien> <w> You're doing everything you can.
<Misery> <w> I know, but :/
<Dorien> <w> I know.
<Misery> <w> Do you think we should go say hello to her? or would that just make things weird. er.
<Dorien> Well, it can't very well be more weird. And it might head off some issues before they start.
<Dorien> <w>
- Misery nods
- Misery makes sure her stash is stashed ;p
<Dorien> <w>But it's up to you. If you want to leave, I wouldn't blame you.
<Misery> <w> no... I'm not going to be scared off my own territory by ... my boss, who is actually really nice -_-
<Dorien> <w>Ok. Then I'm with you all the way.
- Misery gives you a kiss
- Dorien will grab two glasses of something alcoholic from a passing waiter and offer her one.
- Misery will swig it
<Misery> okay
<Misery> that's better
<Dorien> Liquid courage.
- Dorien will take her hand and head over to Korisse's table.
- Hettienne eyes Dorien.
- Korisse is chatting with Hettie atm
<Dorien> Well good evening ladies.
- Zola is also there!
- Korisse looks up
<Dorien> Hope we're not interrupting
<Zola> (er ww)
- Elmdor is also there!
<Misery> Hi, Mme. Severin.
- Hettienne makes a noncommittal noise.
<Aubrienne> Heay Dor, Misery. :)
- Elmdor is a well dressed man in a black suit and deep blue tie and pocket square
<Aubrienne> (Heya, rather)
<Korisse> Oh, hello Dorien, Misery...
<Dorien> Heya Bri :)
<Aubrienne> What's shakin'?
- Elmdor sips his wine and looks the two over casually.
<Dorien> Not too much. We just saw you lovely ladies... and gentleman... and thought it would be remiss of us to not say hello.
<Elmdor> Misery, that's an interesting name. Is it a nickname?
<Misery> Kind of.
- Elmdor likely has an oddly familiar voice
- Hettienne snorts, takes a sip from her drink to make a halfhearted attempt to cover it up.
<Misery> Where do I know your voice from? Are you on the radio?
- Misery asks Elmdor
<Korisse> Oh, this my friend, M. Borgia....
<Elmdor> Yes, quite a bit, actually.
<Elmdor> You can call me Elmdor :)
- Elmdor adopts a sinister Psyran accent... "You might recognize me better like this..."
<Misery> Ohh! You're the guy who's always evil :D
<Hettienne> Oh my gods Elmdor.
- Hettienne rolls her eyes.
- Korisse takes a sip of bher drink
- Aubrienne laughs
<Elmdor> Well it's true, Hettie dear...
<Korisse> We were just discussing a new project
<Hettienne> Never change, hon.
<Elmdor> I was that voice for most of the past three years.
<Elmdor> Yes, a wonderful new opportunity!
<Misery> a new.. movie project?
<Aubrienne> Another Korisse masterpiece. :)
- Korisse nods
<Hettienne> Natch.
<Korisse> well, we'll see...
<Elmdor> It will be so delightful to collaborate again!
<Dorien> Sounds very interesting! I assume the details are a trade secret for now?
<Aubrienne> Oh, pooh, I suppose so, huh?
<Aubrienne> Speaking of trade secrets...
<Korisse> Mmmm.... well, I think we can release some things
- Aubrienne gives Dorien a sly look
<Aubrienne> Anything special on tap tonight?
- Hettienne makes a face.
- Misery looks mildly agonized
- Elmdor is typically oblivious
<Dorien> Just what you see at the counter, I'm afraid.
- Hettienne gives Korisse a look.
- Korisse looks a little uncomfortable, but doens't sday anything
<Misery> So, um, you said you could release some things? I'm really curious to hear more...
- Misery says to Korisse hopefully
<Korisse> oh, um... yes...
- Aubrienne looks a little confused, but rolls with it
<Elmdor> People will wonder what *I'm* doing attached to your project if nothing else :)
- Korisse smiles
<Korisse> If they're clever, they can guess at that!
<Aubrienne> I think they'd have the general idea.
<Korisse> but, I'm planning the first feature film with a shadar-kai actor
- Misery 's eyes widen
<Misery> Really? :o
<Korisse> Yes...
<Dorien> Wow...
<Aubrienne> :D
<Dorien> Who?
<Aubrienne> That's the best part.
<Misery> And they won't be the bad guy, because M. Borja always is ;)
<Korisse> Aubrienne's friend, Jed... ne Quani?
- Elmdor smiles broadly
- Korisse sounds liek she has been practicing the pronounciation a lot >.>
<Dorien> o.O
<Dorien> Oh wow
<Dorien> Really?
<Misery> Oh, Jed! He's really hot... I mean, he'd be good. for a film. to look at.
<Dorien> That's incredible
<Korisse> Yes...
- Misery trails off from that thought awkwardly.
<Korisse> I'm hoping to talk to him some this evening about some screen tests
- Aubrienne smirks at Misery
<Elmdor> Is he here tonight? It would be nice to meet him.
<Dorien> If so I need to tell him congratulations.
<Aubrienne> He's here somewhere, but he may have his hands full. At least, I hope he does for his sake...
<Korisse> I don't want to spread it around too much yes
<Hettienne> He's almost pretty enough for me :p
<Korisse> ...
- Korisse gives Hettie a little smile
- Elmdor chuckles
- Aubrienne laughs
<Aubrienne> Don't tell him that; he'll be even more insufferable.
<Korisse> well, you'll be starring as well, so I don't think he can hold it over you too much!
<Dorien> ...
<Aubrienne> I didn't mean that. I meant Hettie thinking he's pretty. ;)
<Hettienne> Don't worry hon; you're pretty too.
- Hettienne cackles, petting Aubrienne's arm.
<Korisse> oh, yes, sorry, my thoughts are a bit scattered
<Aubrienne> Aww, pity complements
<Korisse> I don't do well with large crowds I'm afraid
<Elmdor> Oh, she knows it! Not one bit of sympathy -_-
- Aubrienne will lean into Hettie for a moment playfully
<Korisse> mmm...
<Aubrienne> Sorry, Kori. I know this isn't your thing, but a night out can be good for you.
- Korisse nods
<Elmdor> Yes, it's all the more reason things like this are good for you... to innoculate you for all those dreary business engagements.
<Korisse> Well there are certainly more people I know here than at most iof these functions - it makes it more bearable.
- Korisse smiles, then getsv a more determined look
<Korisse> Misery.... might I have a word with you in private?
<Elmdor> This is quite a nice place, actually... perhaps we should come here more often...
<Misery> oh, uh... sure?
- Dorien will look at Misery with an "Are you ok with that?" look
- Elmdor turns to Hettie and Aubrienne and begins openly plotting to get Korisse out more.
- Korisse nods
- Misery gives you a nervous look, but nods
<Aubrienne> Well, Elmdor, I'd be happy to show you around?
<Korisse> Excuse us for a moment, then, please...
- Dorien will squeeze Misery's hand and let her go, then.
<Hettienne> Sure thing, sweets.
<Aubrienne> No, you two can sit.
- Elmdor will take a walk with two of his favourite ladies.
<Elmdor> :3
<Aubrienne> Hettie, why don't we give Elmdor a tour?
- Dorien will catch Aubrienne by the sleeve quickly.
<Aubrienne> Oh, just a moment.
- Hettienne is NOT going to give Dorien the 'you're in trouuuuble' look, because that would be immature
<Dorien> Sorry, don't mean to interrupt. Just come find me when you have a minute, please. Some things to discuss...
<Aubrienne> Sure thing, Dor. See you in a bit.
<Dorien> Have fun.
- Aubrienne gives him a peck on the cheek and heads back to Elmdor and Hettienne
<DiablotinNarrator> (Nycki can catch up with you too, for your tour - I was figuring she was a bit late arriving, maybe for work reasons...)
Dorien asks Aubrienne to be discrete about drug fabrication and sale, at least around Korisse
- Dorien will attempt to find Aubrienne in a back room or out of the way spot when she is done with her tour.
- Aubrienne will find Dorien a bit later after showing Elmdor around with Hettienne and Nycki
<Dorien> Hey Bri.
<Aubrienne> Heya Dor.
- Dorien looks a bit... nervous maybe?
<Aubrienne> What's going on?
<Dorien> Coupla things really. So, uh... I didn't know you knew Korisse.
<Dorien> And apparently so does Hettie. Which might explain some things...
<Aubrienne> Oh, yeah, she's an old friend from my Hesperange days. Her and her husband, they were real nice to me when I was starting out.
- Dorien will nod.
<Aubrienne> Yeah, Hettie worked there too...explains what?
<Dorien> Well... it's kinda complicated, I guess. I used to work with her at the munitions plant. And a few weeks ago I helped get Misery a job as her apprentice.
<Aubrienne> Oh, that's awesome!
<Aubrienne> Yay for Misery.
<Dorien> Well, it was, until she found out I was a dealer. Now Misery is kind of walking on eggshells around her.
<Aubrienne> Her name makes strange sentences sometimes...
<Dorien> heh
<Aubrienne> Oh, huh.
<Aubrienne> Void, I didn't just screw things up, did I? I'll talk to her.
<Dorien> It's ok. You didn't know.
<Dorien> Not your fault.
<Dorien> I just.. thought you should know.
<Aubrienne> Kori is a little...shy, I guess, but she's very nice and understanding.
<Dorien> Yeah. She's a good person.
<Aubrienne> I don't think she'd just completely write a person off like that.
<Aubrienne> She still hangs out with me. ;)
<Dorien> I hope not. Misery deserves a break for once.
<Dorien> I just hope I didn't screw everything up for her too bad.
<Aubrienne> Well, you both do. I know you're trying to get out of the trade.
<Dorien> Yeah... speaking of which...
<Dorien> That's kind of my second thing...
<Dorien> I don't know if I can really sling for you anymore.
<Aubrienne> Oh, huh.
- Aubrienne looks genuinely sad.
<Dorien> it's not you.
<Dorien> I mean...
<Dorien> I just...
<Aubrienne> I guess it's not like we were exclusive, anyway.
<Aubrienne> :p
<Aubrienne> I can find other slingers.
- Dorien will nod.
<Dorien> If I'm getting out I need to do it right, you know?
<Aubrienne> Oh, absolutely.
<Dorien> But... we're still pals, right?
<Aubrienne> I'm aware it's not the safest trade.
<Aubrienne> Of course, dummy.
<Aubrienne> Now I just need to find other excuses to lounge around your apartment.
- Dorien will grin
<Dorien> Hey, you never need an excuse to knock on my door.
<Aubrienne> And you'll have to pay to get in here some. ;)
<Dorien> heh
<Dorien> Besides, I still think my flirting is gonna pay off one day.
<Dorien> You know... if Misery approves >.>
<Aubrienne> It's more likely to work for her than you, buddy, but keep trying.
<Dorien> Really? Because I can arrange that.
<Dorien> >.>
<Dorien> Speaking of which, I really hope she's ok with Korisse...
<Aubrienne> I'm sure she will be.
<Dorien> Anyway... thanks.
<Dorien> For understanding.
<Aubrienne> Of course.
- Aubrienne gives him a hug.
<Aubrienne> This doesn't mean anything.
- Aubrienne says while hugging.
- Dorien will return it.
<Dorien> Keep telling yourself that.
Denise gets a birthday surprise while chatting with her friends
<DiablotinNarrator> Denise, you have your posse there - Enver, Argent, Mireva... Ander and Ralf are there, although probably at the next table. Serge-Yves also got invited, but I suspect he's... otherwise occupied ^-^
<Denise> :3
<Denise> gosh this is all so glamorous @_@
<Enver> Yeah, there's all kinds of rich folks an' even movie stars
<Denise> un huh @_@
<Denise> Mlle Zola knows so many swell people :o
<Argent> and she knows how to party
<DiablotinNarrator> (oh and Mikel! Mikel is with you guys :)
- Helgea was brought by Ander, but she can sit with you guys too, because it's sort of awkward if he sits with her and Ralf ;)
- Denise will introduce helgea to people who don't know her
- Mikel manages to arrange things so that he's sitting next to her >.>
<DiablotinNarrator> (what would you say about how you know her?)
<Denise> (everyone 'm with knows I'm in the mob, so probably just that they met hanging out at the cellar ;p)
<DiablotinNarrator> (okay)
<Denise> yeah! This is liek that party for Orlan Cellier almost @_@
<Denise> only I get free drinks :D
<Mireva> Speaking of, he's here ...
<Argent> and I don't have to serve drinks
- Mireva nods to a table across the room, where he's sitting with a few ladies
<Denise> oooh!
<Denise> He was real nice when we met him before, but prolly he meets so many folks he wodln't remember :3
<Mireva> looks like he's with... Zosia Valbranca, an' Clairice Vigoureau, an' some other lady I don't recognize... but there's all sorts of stars here tonight @_@
<Denise> huh
<Denise> (are they names I should know? >.>)
<Zola> (Zosia's the Hesperange arch-cattypants)
<DiablotinNarrator> (if you follow actors, they are well-known ones. Zosia is more of a veteran, older actor, like probably ~40 or so, while Clairice is an up and coming young starlet type. Possibly she is more likely to be known to Denise, being young and trendy ;)
<Denise> (I meant as Denise >.>)
<Denise> oooh
- Denise leans over to get a peek
- Denise is so impressed by Zola right now :o
- Zolamaybe makes a rather noticeable (in a good, showmanship way) entrance onto the area set apart for stage/dancing...
- Denise looks up
<Denise> Aww, maybe she's gonna do some more songs ^-^
<Zolamaybe> Well now, I hope you're all having a grand time!
<Zolamaybe> I know I am, not least of which is because I get to trot out a special surprise for you all...
<Zolamaybe> Would you all please give a big welcome to my friend from the coast - Mico!
<Denise> :o :o :o :o
<Denise> What. :o
<Mireva> :D :D :D :D
<Denise> :O
<Denise> :D :o :D :D :D
- Mico steps out into view all done up as Mico, and gives the audience a big smile.
<Denise> ohmigooooooosh :3 @_@
<Denise> eeeeee:3
<Helgea> \o/ :D :D :D
<Mico> My good friend Zola here calls me up the other day to tell me about her birthday party...
<Mico> She tells me there's this swell gal who shares her birthday, and who'd just love to hear a couple songs...
<Mico> Well how could I resist?
<Mico> Where's Denise?
<Denise> No. way. @_@
- Mico looks around :3
- Zolamaybe grins hugely and beckons Denise up to join us
<Mico> Give me a wave, Denise!
<Mireva> he's talking to you :o
- Denise is liek bright red
- Denise gives a little wave back
- Mico chuckles all showmanly "Hah hah"
- Denise gives "zola" an uncertain look as if no that can't really be what you mean @_@
<Mico> Well I hope you enjoy these tunes, Denise!
- Denise nods vigorously at least :o
- Zolamaybe shrugs and smiles; if you're too shy, she's not going to push it
- Mico will sing a trio of songs, two of Denise's favourites and a newer one.
<Denise> I'm gonna diiiiiiiiiiie @_@
<Mico> Well, Happy Birthday Denise... and Zola, my dear.
- Mico gives Zolabeau a peck on the cheek
<Denise> Omigosh
<Mico> Enjoy the rest of your evening, everyone!
<Zolamaybe> Thank you, Mico.
<Denise> Um,,, thank you?
<Denise> @_@
<Mico> There's a single out back for you too, Denise :)
- Mico waves, and disappears offstage with Zola
<Denise> ahhhhhhhhhhh
- Mireva is clinging to your arm and also eeeeeeing
<Denise> no waaaaaaaaaaaaay
<Denise> :o
<Denise> I will never have a better birthday @_@
- Mico sneaks off to make his 'escape'
<Mico> (Which involves not being seen getting back to her dressing room with 'zola' and swapping faces.)
<Enver> well man... after that, my present can't even hope to compare
- Enver says with a smile
- Zolamaybe will mingle for a bit before excusing herself once more so she can help Zola back into her regualr self and become Ysabeau again
<Denise> oh well it don't work like *that*...
<Denise> your presnt is special 'cause its from *you* :3
<Denise> but like
<Denise> YOu got me a present? ^_^
<Enver> yeah... I got Argent to help me stash it back here so it'd be a surprise :)
<Denise> oh?
- Denise looks at Argent
<Argent> (he did?)
<DiablotinNarrator> (Sure. I realized that he couldn't have been carrying it all this time or Denise would have said something by now ;)
<Denise> you sneaks :D
<Argent> what can we say?
- Enver will retrieve it from its hiding place - it's a decent sized square box, wrapped up in some brown paper and string.
- Denise is so high on excitement right now she doesn't even think before snapping that string and tearing the paper :D
<DiablotinNarrator> The box contains a pair of sturdy rubber boots with a good lining for warmth.
<Denise> aww, they're like your work ones ^-^
<Enver> Yeah, same kind. I think they should fit you.
<Denise> I can try 'em on later
- Enver nods
<Enver> there's one other thing down in the bottom...
- Enver gestures to the box
- Denise rummages around to find it
<Denise> hmmm...
<DiablotinNarrator> There is a smaller box, wrapped with some tissue paper
- Denise opens it too :D
<DiablotinNarrator> Inside that is a copper-coloured bracelet with some little engravings on it
- Denise holds it up to get a better look
<DiablotinNarrator> It looks old, but well-polished
<Denise> that's real pretty :3
<Enver> I thought it'd look nice on you :)
- Denise will see it if atcually fits on her wrist >.>
<DiablotinNarrator> (it's the open kind, like this https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0387/8601/products/2015_copper_bracelet_3-_table.jpg?v=1446049150 - so it can sort of bend and be a bit forgiving for ladies with large wrists ;)
- Denise will wiggle it on and admire it, then lean over and give him a kiss
- Enver gives you a kiss back
<Enver> I thought maybe just the boots wasn't real romancey >.> but I knew you could use 'em.
<Denise> awww, they're good though! I can use'em, too, for sure :3
<Denise> but this is real pretty
<Denise> thank you :3
<Enver> you're welcome :)
- Enver hugs you again
<Mireva> Well I didn't get you anything even as good as boots, but I do have a little present...
- Mireva takes out from her bag a little box
<Denise> ooooh?
<Denise> Gosh I usually only get like, a present from family @_@
- Denise will open the little box :3
<DiablotinNarrator> Mireva's present contains a bottle of nail polish :)
<Denise> oooh huh :o
<Denise> you'll have to help me put it on though!
<Mireva> Sure :)
<Denise> (what colour?)
<Denise> and then I'll have to try not to get it all messed up in trainin >.>
<DiablotinNarrator> (hmm maybe a real pale peach kind of colour? I think she wouldn't pick something too flashy for Denise :)
<Denise> :3
- Denise will give Mireva a hug too
- Mireva hugs you back
<Denise> :3
<Mikel> I ain't got a proper present... but I got some little cakes back at Aunt Hettie's for later :)
<Denise> that'll be great :D
<Denise> YOu could go up an get me another drink though ^-^
- Denise teases her brother
- Mikel is even poorer than your friends ;)
<Denise> an tell us if you see Serges Yves with someone ^-^
<Mikel> Sure, I can do that!
- Mikel laughs
- Mikel will go get you another drink
<Helgea> Say, Denise... is your brother, um... is he seein' anyone?
- Helgea asks once he's out of range
<Denise> Oh!
<Denise> Not what I know of
<Denise> You interested? ^_^
- Helgea blushes
<Helgea> He's cute.
<Denise> un huh!
<Denise> he's studyin' to be a Channel :3
<Helgea> oh yeah?
- Denise nods
<Denise> for the last year or so
<Helgea> should I ask him to dance? >.>
<Denise> uhhhh sure :D
<Helgea> okay... maybe next time they play a slow song
<Denise> ooooh ^-^
<Denise> we shoudl all go dance when they do :3
<Mireva> yeah :)
<Denise> so then he'll have to go with you :D
- Mireva leans on Argent's arm
<Denise> well I mean I figure he prolly woudl anyway
<Denise> but like, then it is more guaranteed ^-^
- Helgea nods
<Denise> mmmm
<Denise> maybe I oughtta go say thiank you to zola for the ...Mico *_*
- Mikel comes back with a drink for you
<Denise> thanks :D
<Mikel> no problem :)
<Mireva> just make sure to come back by the next slow dance ;)
- Mireva teases
<Denise> will do ^-^
- Denise takes her drink and gives her brother a hug before he sits down
<Denise> I'll be right back
Zola and Ysabeau switch back to themselves
- Zolamaybe travels back to Zola's dressing room where she collapses into fits of giggles.
- Zolamaybe takes off her hat and reverts to being Ysabeau.
- Mico drops the act and reverts to being Zola
<Ysabeau> That was wonderful - did you hear the girls screaming?
<Zola> Yes, her face! Priceless :D
<Zola> Oh, thank you Ysabeau! That was so much fun!
<Ysabeau> I think you made her day, Zola dear.
- Zola gives her a big hug.
- Ysabeau hugs back.
<Ysabeau> It was, thanks for inviting me to help.
- Zola takes a seat to resume putting her feminine wiles back into place.
<Ysabeau> Don't forget to wash off the cologne. My House Rat relatives have the most amazing senses of smell.
<Zola> Oh, yes... I suppose I should at least get most of it, enough to say what's left was just from a parting hug...
- Ysabeau nods.
- Ysabeau turns to give you some privacy as she fixes herself back to look and smell like she did before our little stunt.
- Zola will use prestidigitation to help lift a fair bit of it and give those spots a wipe down without causing too much redness in what will be uncovered skin back in the dress.
<Zola> Isn't that dress gorgeous? :o
<Ysabeau> It is - who's your seamstress?
<Zola> His name's Vernel Nicandor and he made that in *three days*. @_@
<Ysabeau> And do you suppose he would be interested in making something for a retired diva?
<Zola> He might! You might have to promise to come out of retirement to get it free like I did though :D
<Ysabeau> What, and be cast as some bit-part nanny? Not very much fun, Zola!
<Zola> You know a nanny in a dress like this has got something else going on :D
<Ysabeau> That's why I left - things dry up once a woman gets past a certain age. All the heroines have to be young and beautiful. I could have written some operas starring older women, but that seems too gauche.
<Zola> They'd probably just stick someone young in the part anyway -_-
- Ysabeau nods and shrugs.
<Ysabeau> Anyway, it does leave more time for composing, and I do enjoy teaching young hopefuls, and, once in a while, seeing them blossom and become stars themselves.
- Ysabeau glances over her shoulder and gives you a wink and a smile.
- Zola blushes a bit and smiles.
<Zola> Well, I'm not sure what his actual prices are, but I'm sure they're worth it... he could have one ready for your next engagement!
<Ysabeau> I shall look him up, certainly. Thanks, Zola darling.
- Zola re-applies her own perfume and works to cover up any redness from scrubbing cologne off.
<Ysabeau> Let's have a look - final inspection before you have to return to your admiring public.
- Zola strikes a pose.
- Ysabeau giggles.
<Ysabeau> Perfect.
<Ysabeau> Right then, I'll Dimension Door to the lady's room and see you back at the party.
- Zola gives Ysa a peck on the cheek... then wipes off the bright red lipstick she left.
<Zola> Oops
<Zola> Thanks again :D
- Ysabeau pecks you back, one on each cheek.
<Ysabeau> You're very welcome, it was fun to sing in public again, and the trick just made it even more fun.
<Ysabeau> I think Martan would be proud of how we pulled it off. ;)
<Ysabeau> Ta-ta, Zola.
- Ysabeau Dimension Doors out.
Denise thanks Zola for the big surprise
- Denise will spot your gold dress, and beeline for that
- Zola is just recently back from the dressing room.
<Denise> ZOLA!!!!!!!
<Zola> Hey kid :D
- Denise gives you a big but not *too* crushing hug
<Zola> I meant to tell you 'bout that but it just ski-*oof*
<Zola> -skipped my mind :)
<Denise> :3
- Ysabeau eavesdrops the way she got Martan to teach her.
<Denise> You're the absolute *best* :3
<Denise> You sneak!
<Zola> Awww, it was my pleasure... and it didn't cost a thing :)
<Denise> You said he just had the same agent, not that you *knew* him :o :o :o
<Zola> Well, it's not like we're best of friends or anything... that's mostly just show talk :)
<Denise> oh, right. Still @_@
<Denise> You got Mico to sing For Me :o
<Denise> An like, my favourite songs @_@
- Zola grins wide
<Denise> I ain't even got the words for how swell that was :3
<Zola> Aww :3
<Zola> You and your friends having a good time, 'side from the big surprise? :)
<Denise> yeah!
<Denise> There's al these stars an all everywhere @_@
<Zola> Glad to hear it.
<Zola> Yeah, I even knew a few of them.
<Denise> plus *all* the music is great ^-^
<Denise> how'd you get 'em all to come out? :o
<Zola> Well, actually Hettie and 'Bri're old friends with Korisse Severin and Elmdor Borja, and I told Bright it might be fun to invite Orlan, so that accounts for his crowd.
<Denise> aww, yeah, I know Mme. Severin
<Denise> I guess she's gotta have more glam friends too :3
<Zola> Sounds like you're not that far behind me in having glam friends :D
<Zola> Oh, you've gotta meet Bastien!
<Denise> well she in't *my* friens, I just know her 'cause she's friends with Aunt hettie an she comes to visit some
<Denise> Bastien?
<Zola> Yeah, my main cat-man.
<Denise> oh right :3
- Zola leads her over to the bar where he's lazing and introduces.
- Ysabeau smiles to herself, pleased that the trick was so well-received, and she goes back to socializing with other guests.
<Zola> He's going for a Hugo look tonight
<Denise> Aww, hi there :3
- Zola presumes he mews and purrs or whatever :P
<Denise> can I pet him?
<Zola> Yeah, he's fine with that.
- Denise will pet him, careful not to knock off his little hat or mess up his scarf
<Zola> Someday I'll knit him a nice hat or something.
<Denise> :D
- Zola isn't entirely sure when she'll achieve that >_>
<Denise> that's be real cute ^-^
<Zola> Hopefully he'll like it. He's pretty particular.
<Denise> I bet he would like it if you made it, right bastien?
<Zola> See, he's sassy too. >_>
<Denise> heh
- Denise pets him again
<Denise> anyway, i just wanted to say thanks - for everything @_@
<Denise> I ain't never had anything like this before :o
<Zola> You're welcome, it was tons of fun!
<Zola> Well, our birthdays aren't likely to move anywhere else next year :D
<Zola> Though I can't say I'll get some new star in here every year :D
<Denise> that's okay, this is so swell!
<Zola> I don't usually go quite so big either, to be honest...
<Zola> Glad I did though :)
- Zola will also chat up the rest of your group in time :3
Aubrienne tries to smooth things over with Korisse, for Misery and Dorien
- Aubrienne doesn't want to leave Korisse alone at a party for too long and will keep an eye for when she's done conversing with Misery
- Korisse looks around for where hettie and Aubrienne and Elmdor have gotten off to once she's through talking to Misery
- Aubrienne will head back with fresh drinks once Misery leaves.
<Aubrienne> Need another, Kori?
<Korisse> oh, um, thank you
- Aubrienne slides in next to her.
<Aubrienne> You, uh, have a good talk with Misery?
<Korisse> Well, I hope so.
- Korisse seems thoughtful but a bit concerned mayne
<Aubrienne> I'm glad. She's good people.
<Korisse> I do think so, yes.
<Aubrienne> You don't look exactly sanguine. Anything you want to talk about?
<Korisse> Oh, I don't even know if it is *entirely* my business
- Korisse sighs and sips her drink, then loks down to see what it actually is
<Aubrienne> But...?
<Korisse> But you seem to know her and Dorien quite well...
<Aubrienne> (I assume Aubrinne knows reasonably well what Korisse drinks)
<Aubrienne> I know Dor pretty well. Misery is kind of new, but I like her.
<Aubrienne> She, uh, honestly, she seems like a good influence on Dorien.
<Korisse> (yes, mostly wine and the occasional cocktail, and beer)
<Korisse> Yes....
- Korisse sighs
<Aubrienne> (As it's a party, Aubrienne will have gotten her some ridiculously fruity cocktail)
<Korisse> (cherry bombs for everyone ^-^)
<Elmdor> (Cherry bombs!)
<Korisse> I met him when I was working at my parent's plant
<Aubrienne> During the war?
<Korisse> Yes.... I left the position after I learned about Obern
<Korisse> s death
<Korisse> :/
<Aubrienne> :/
- Aubrienne will lean over to give Korisse a one-armed hug
- Korisse smiles
<Korisse> Some time after that, Dorien was involved in an accident, and he seemed to leave the profession afterwards. I hadn't really kept up with him, or anyone else from then really, but I remembered his work
<Korisse> He was quite good at it, though it was clear that his true interests lay elsewhere
<Aubrienne> My understanding is that it wasn't exactly his choice to leave the profession after that.
<Korisse> I don't know. I know he was absolved of the responsibility in court.
<Korisse> I was too ...distracted to pay close attention at the time
<Korisse> :/
<Korisse> with Obern, and then Marie-Estelle...
<Korisse> Anyway
<Korisse> A few months ago, I was approached by Julienne Sormet on his behalf
<Korisse> it was quite out of the blue, but he was trying to place an apprentice
<Korisse> It wasn't something I'd given a lot of thought to before, but once I considered it, it was quite appealing.
<Korisse> You know I'm not the sort of person to hold grudges, so I thought I coudl at least meet with them and find out more...
<Korisse> I thought we hit it off very well
- Korisse says, perhaps a bit wistfully
<Korisse> But neither of them said a word about this... other business.
<Aubrienne> I'm not sure I understand. If you hit it off, what's the problem?
<Aubrienne> She's trying to *not* go into Dorien's intermediary career.
<Korisse> I know that... we have talked about it, and before tonight
<Aubrienne> So what's the worry?
<Korisse> Well.
<Korisse> I told her that if she wants to work with me.... It isn't something I can approve of.
<Korisse> but apparently things are not so simple
<Korisse> She, or rather her mother, owe some kind of debt to some...clandestine organization.
<Korisse> I had given it a lot of thought
<Korisse> I offered her, tonight, to work with me on this film
<Korisse> But apparently there is something more than just money involved
<Korisse> She was quite upset, but I don't know what more is in my power to do
<Aubrienne> Oh, I didn't know.
<Aubrienne> Hmm.
<Korisse> oh... dear :/
<Korisse> I didn't mean to publicize the issue :/
<Aubrienne> Well, I think it's okay. Dor probably would have told me if we'd actually had time to talk this past...whoo, while.
<Aubrienne> I guess all I'm saying is that it's worth giving her a shot. It's rough out there, Kori.
<Aubrienne> And I know you're the kind of person who does what she can to help.
<Aubrienne> I've always liked that about you.
<Korisse> It isn't that, though
<Korisse> Its that even if I give her this job, I'm not sure she can bet disentablged from these people.... whoeever they are.
<Korisse> and I don't know what i can do :/
<Aubrienne> Well, maybe that part isn't your problem.
<Aubrienne> That sounds harsh, but if there's nothing you can do, you can just try to be understanding.
<Aubrienne> I don't know.
<Aubrienne> I know she'd feel horrible if her stuff caused trouble. Dor too.
<Korisse> I can't afford to have someone who is dealing in illegal products working for me.
<Aubrienne> I guess try to keep the job open then?
<Aubrienne> I mean, you didn't have an apprentice before.
<Korisse> yes....
<Korisse> I wish I could find some way for it to work out, but I'm not sure whether knowing that is helpful to her or not :/
<Aubrienne> Yeah :/
<Aubrienne> Well, I didn't invite you here to put you in the dumps.
<Aubrienne> You wanna dance?
<Korisse> Oh!
<Korisse> Goodness
- Korisse smiles
<Korisse> well, who not?
<Aubrienne> Who not indeed. :)
<Aubrienne> (I know that was a typo, but I'm chalking it up to adorable Korisse awkwardness :))
- Korisse shakes her head and will dance with one of her friends and continue to to try and ognore the room full of PEOPLE D:
Nycki and Hettie proposition Ander
<Nycki> so... should we go an' chat him up?
- Nycki asks, nodding in Ander's direction
- Hettienne downs her drink...
<Hettienne> Not ime like the present
<Hettienne> (no time)
<Nycki> I feel like you oughta buy a man a drink 'fore you ask somethin' like that.
<Hettienne> 'specially when the present includes free drinks...
- Nycki nods
<Hettienne> Aright, let's do this :v
- Nycki will swing by the bar and get some good whiskey before you head to Ander's table
- Ander and Ralf look up as you approach, and he'll give you a smile and a nod in greeting
<Hettienne> Evenin', boys...
<Ander> Ladies, having a good time?
<Hettienne> 'S a nice party!
<Ander> Yeah - Dee's over the moon, I think :)
<Hettienne> It was real swell of Zola t'do that for her.
- Ander nods
- Nycki shoves the drinks in the boys' direction
<Ander> An' you brought us drinks too. this night gets better'n better!
<Ander> 'Course, usually that means someone wants somethin'. So... what's up?
- Ander asks, sipping his drink
<Hettienne> Well, we got a proposition we'd like to discuss with you.
<Ander> Yeah? Business or ... not business?
<Hettienne> ... Depends on how y'look at it.
<Ander> oh?
<Hettienne> Well.
- Hettienne glances at Ralf.
- Ralf sips his drink
<Hettienne> t's a bit of a private matter.
- Ander nods
<Ander> Ralf, you wanna take a stroll for a few minutes?
<Ralf> Sure, I gotta hit the can anyway ;p
<Hettienne> Have fun :p
- Ralf gets up and will stroll off
<Hettienne> Right. So.
<Ander> I'm listenin'
- Nycki gives your hand a squeeze under the table
<Hettienne> Nycki and I got plans. For like.. family stuff.
- Hettienne squeezes back.
<Ander> What sorta family stuff?
<Hettienne> But there's, y'know, certain ingredients we ain't got, if you take my meanin'
- Ander wonders if this is going to be you telling him Denise can't work for him anymore or something...
<Hettienne> And we figure. You know. You're a handsome guy, smart fella, right House.
<Ander> So you need to get your hands on some special ...ingredients....
<Ander> ...................
<DiablotinNarrator> 
<Hettienne> Well, it'd probably be your hands.
<Ander> ........
<Ander> ...
<Ander> huh.
<Hettienne> You don't gotta answer right now.
- Hettienne adds hastily
<Nycki> Plus I figure if them old biddies think your brother'd be good enough for me, prolly you're about the same.
<Ander> ........
<Hettienne> AN', y'know, you ain't gotta do anythin' after.
<Hettienne> We ain't lookin' for a daddy.
- Ander nods
<Ander> I'd haveta think about it. An' talk it over with... well, with them who'd have to have a hand in it.
- Ander realizes what he just said and looks like he might like to die
- Hettienne nods.
<Hettienne> Fair 'nough.
<Hettienne> Well, you know where t'find me.
<Ander> but, uh... I got some questions I guess?
<Hettienne> Awright...
- Hettienne gives Nycki another encouraging hand squeeze
<Hettienne> . o O (he ain't said no...)
<Ander> You don't mean like... doin' it the old fashioned way, right?
<Hettienne> Aw hells naw D:
<Ander> Okay.
<Hettienne> Just like... a donation.
<Ander> like... just the once?
<Nycki> Well, that sorta depends on if it works out right off, I guess?
- Nycki says with a glance to Hettie
<Hettienne> Yeah.
<Nycki> Could take a few tries 'fore it sticks.
<Ander> -_-
<Ander> I... look. I dunno if I'm the right man for this job, here. But... I'll think on it.
<Hettienne> Awright... thanks Ander.
- Ander nods, still looking stunned
- Ander downs his drink, then takes Ralf's and downs it too.
<Nycki> Yeah... thanks for thinkin' 'bout it anyway.
<Hettienne> We'll get outta your hair then... >.>
- Nycki nods, and we can remove ourselves back to our seats
<Nycki> that went okay I thought?
<Hettienne> 'Bout as well as you could hope I guess
- Nycki nods
<Hettienne> Whether it's him or not though, we oughtta ask someone about, y'know, how to plan it so our chances are good
<Nycki> Right.
<Nycki> Who'd you talk to 'bout somethin' like that?
<Nycki> a priest?
<Hettienne> I think, yeah.
<Hettienne> THere's one what works here as a medic type.
- Hettienne nods her head in Lathra's direction.
<Hettienne> One with the snake.
<Nycki> ooh
<Nycki> well, should we go have a chat with her? bring a drink for her an' a ... what, a mouse for the snake? ;p
<Hettienne> Heh... I'm sure the snakes doin' alright.
<Nycki> okay. what's she drink?
<Hettienne> Gin, if I recall :v
<Nycki> one large g & t comin' up :)
- Nycki will get a drink for Lathra and we can mosey over that way
- Hettienne waves at Lathra to catch her eye
- Lathra waves back and drags her guest, Lieris, over to Hettie by the arm.
- Leiris is dragged :)
<Hettienne> Evenin' Lathra...
<Lathra> Hello Hettienne dear! Lieris, this is Hettiene, she... works here? I think maybe in security - she's awfully competent whenever it gets dangerous. Oh I'm terribly sorry Hettienne, I'm just the worst.
<Hettienne> I make the costumes :p
<Hettienne> This here's my other half, Nycki. :)
<Nycki> She's real deadly with scissors :)
- Lathra gets an awe-struck look in her eyes
<Lathra> Oh my! But they're all so wonderful, I had no idea who had made them!
<Lathra> And I'm delighted to meet you, Nycki!
<Nycki> Likewise
<Leiris> Very nice to meet you both.
<Hettienne> Listen hon, I don't wanna keep you from your date overlong, but we were wonderin' if we could talk t' you sometime about like.. family stuff, You know, planning things?
<Lathra> Why of course! I haven't a *lot* of experience, but I do have a bit of training... Is it for yourselves?
- Hettienne nods.
<Hettienne> Mostly like.. timing. I mean, we wanna get our best chance with as few tries. The bird we're eying as our potential is, well, a bit squeamish.
- Hettienne shrugs.
<Lathra> My training was with Shadar-kai, but I'm sure the same applies to humans. Have you been drinking plenty of snake venom, for fertility?
<Nycki> Yeah... we ain't ever had much call for the avoidin' gettin' knocked up part of stuff, so we never paid too much thought to the other way around, neither, til now.
<Hettienne> Snake... what?
<Nycki> o_O
<Hettienne> @_@
- Lathra covers a giggle
<Lathra> Oh I'm sorry, just a little joke. I'd love for you to come and meet with me whenever you like, we can talk it all though.
- Hettienne laughs with relief.
<Nycki> oh, heh
<Nycki> that'd be keen, thanks
<Nycki> oh - here, I got an extra for you
- Nycki offers you the gin ;)
<Hettienne> Thanks, Lathra :)
<Lathra> Oh why thank you dear! That's so sweet!
<Lathra> Lieris, dear, pay attention - that's how you butter somebody up.
- Lathra winks at Nycki
- Leiris smiles
<Leiris> I can take a hint :)
- Lathra squeezes his hand
- Leiris squeezes back
<Leiris> Does it also work to butter you up if I ask you to dance?
<Lathra> Oh you don't really need any tuition at all, do you?
<Lathra> See you later, ladies!
<Nycki> This party's been a bit more stressful than I figured ;)
- Nycki says as she retreats back to your seats again
Lathra dances with Leiris, then they both chat with Zola
- Leiris whirls Lathra around on the dance floor for a while
<Hettienne> well, we can relax the rest of the night :)
<Nycki> Sounds good to me :)
<Leiris> Say, do you mind introducing me to the birthday girl? I wanted to thank her for such a lovely evening.
- Leiris asks Lathra after a few dances
<Lathra> Why of course! I'd have done it earlier, but she looked so busy with her friends...
- Lathra scans the room for Zola
- Zola is the glittery gold splotch
- Lathra homes in
<Zola> Lathra!
- Zola gives her a hug and cheek-pecks
<Zola> Have you picked up M. Orecalo's assistant? :3
<Lathra> Zola darling! I do hope you're enjoying the magnificent party you've put on?
<Zola> I'm having a blast :D
<Zola> Did you see Denise's face? :D
<Lathra> I don't think I did...?
<Zola> A shame! She turned all sorts of colours when Mico performed! It was glorious :3
<Lathra> Oh how lovely!
<Lathra> But yes, this is Lieris, he's shadowing me for a biography.
- Leiris chuckles
<Zola> A fascinating read it'll be, I'm sure :3
<Leiris> Hello, it's lovely to speak to you in a more social setting :)
<Zola> Yes! I'd extended M. Orecalo an invitation but I get the impression this isn't really his thing :)
<Lathra> I can't even keep that joke up, he's my date tonight and I'm just having a *wonderful* time.
<Leiris> Xan's still recovering from his trip, I think - he needs some time to hermit :)
<Zola> I'm glad :3
<Leiris> And I see Justen is recovering in his own way.
- Leiris says, nodding to Justen, who is dancing with... some girl? ;)
<Zola> I approve of his method of recuperation
- Leiris nods
<Zola> You're a Cuville, right?
<Leiris> Yes, that's right. I did catch you saying earlier that you were going to be on my father's show, that's quite exciting :)
<Zola> I didn't make the connection at all until just now!
<Zola> It is!
- Zola wraps an arm around Lathra's waist and entangles herself so they're just one four legged, two-armed liquor beast.
- Zola sips her cherry bomb :3
<Leiris> Well, I hope it goes splendidly :)
<Zola> Well, I think it'll just be the record playing for now... but you never know, if enough people like it... I might get to go on live :D
- Leiris nods
<Leiris> Good luck, then - if the performance earlier is anything to judge by, I think you'll be just fine :)
<Zola> Aw, thank you.
<Zola> He seems like a keeper Lathra, if I get a vote at all ^_^
<Lathra> Haha, he's doing well so far!
<Leiris> Will I get a report card at the end of the night? :)
<Lathra> Oh dear, I hope not or I'll have one too...
<Zola> That sounds like far too much paperwork
<Leiris> Perhaps it could be conducted orally.
- Leiris suggests, looking totally innocent ^-^
<Lathra> <w to Zola> Oh my!
<Zola> You'd still need a secretary to record things...
<Zola> For posterity
<Leiris> Well, that is, by and large, my job :)
<Leiris> I take excellent notes.
<Zola> Like I said, too much work. It really ought to be a more casual evaluation.
<Zola> Maybe like an audit course... pass or fail.
- Lathra is speechless for once, grinning to herself and trying to stop herself blushing
- Leiris chuckles
- Lathra takes a deep breath
- Lathra takes a deep drink
<Lathra> Oh my look at that my glass is empty!
<Leiris> well, I know a cue when I hear it
<Leiris> Shall I get you another one?
<Zola> A true hero!
<Lathra> Why thank you dear that would be lovely
- Leiris will gladly get you another gin
<Leiris> (leaving you to girl talk with Zola if you want in another room ;)
Gen learns that Ander and Madds know one another
- Ander will spot Madds as he goes to get another drink, and stops
- Genevriel and Madds seem to have been having a pretty interesting conversation, but it would probably be easy to break in to it. ^-^
<Ander> Well, Lieutenant Falgout - fancy meetin' you here :)
- Genevriel glances at the person who is breaking into their philosophical discussion.
<Madds> It's Major now, but good to see you too, Suterre.
- Genevriel raises her eyebrows a little when she recognizes the Rat mob leader.
- Genevriel glances over at the shoulder where she knows Madds has a wolf tattoo, then shakes her head slightly.
<Genevriel> Good evening, M. Suterre.
<Ander> Hey there - Gen, right?
- Genevriel nods.
- Ander is good with names ;)
<Ander> Enjoyin' havin' a night off?
- Genevriel might be a little surprised that anyone knows her name, seeing as she is one of the lowest of the low at the Cabaret.
- Genevriel smiles.
<Genevriel> I'm actually supposed to relieve one of the temps later, I think. That is my understanding, anyway.
<Genevriel> So, you two know each other?
<Madds> We met during the war, yes :)
<Genevriel> Oh? Where?
- Genevriel is curious; she doesn't yet know where Madds ended up getting deployed to.
<Madds> It was when I was stationed at Traegon.
<Genevriel> (Is that in Psyra, Korytsa, or Tyros?)
<DiablotinNarrator> (in Tyros)
- Genevriel nods, filing that away.
<Ander> Yeah, those were some good times
- Ander says with a wry smile
<Genevriel> (Wry like it was hell on earth, or wry like it actually was kinda fun?)
- Ander seems ambivalent on the subject?
- Genevriel lets the veterans' code guide her, and doesn't probe. If they're going to elaborate, that's their call to make.
<Madds> Suterre and I worked together on a mission, though it wasn't exactly ... coordinated.
- Madds explains briefly
<Genevriel> That happened a lot, I think.
- Genevriel replies, thinking of some of her own experiences.
<Genevriel> At least for my squadron, it did.
<Ander> More like we ran into each other an' realized we were on the same assignment.
<Ander> Just we didn't know it at the start.
- Genevriel nods, listening.
<Ander> You a vet too, Gen?
- Genevriel nods.
<Ander> Where'd you serve?
<Genevriel> I was a chasseur, 5th Squadron, Princess Tessera's Royal Infentry.
<Genevriel> Mostly in Psyra, because I speak the language.
- Ander nods
<Ander> So all around, then
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> We were scouts, when we weren't in the trenches...
- Genevriel remembers how little downtime they ever seemed to have. How some people were jealous that her squad got to leave the trenches more often. But what no one remembers is that they leave to go into enemy territory, where the slightest misstep could give away their position and end up with everyone dead...
<Ander> Well, they must've kept you busy.
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> Yes, sir.
- Genevriel slips...
- Ander smiles
<Ander> I ain't a 'sir' no more, but habits are hard to break, huh?
- Genevriel stirs a little.
<Genevriel> Yes, s- I mean, yes.
<Ander> I still gotta make my bed every day or it don't feel right.
- Genevriel smiles a little.
<Genevriel> Me, too.
<Genevriel> My boots are way past polishing, though.
- Ander chuckles
<Ander> Well, that was prolly true in the trenches too - least it was for my soldiers. Get enough mud on 'em, no one notices if they're polished or not.
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> Not so much mud here in the city, though, even in the poorest parts.
<Ander> There ain't that much mud even at the bottom of the river, I suspect.
<Madds> It's good to see you again, Suterre - we should have a drink sometime.
<Ander> Sure, I'd be glad to. I'm here most nights, or we could catch up somewhere quieter if you'd rather.
- Madds nods
- Madds will give Ander his phone number so they can get in touch
- Genevriel is a little more subdued, ghosts of the war flickering through her thoughts.
<Ander> I won't interrupt you any further - have a good rest of the night, though
- Genevriel glance up at him and smiles politely.
<Genevriel> Thanks, you too.
- Genevriel glances at Madds, feeling a little embarrassed or uneasy for some reason.
- Genevriel is quiet for a bit, mulling things over in her head. Stupid flashbacks.
<Genevriel> (what number did he give Ander, jooc? His work, his apartment, or his parents' home?)
<Madds> I'm sorry, I hope that didn't throw things off... we had been having a good conversation, I thought.
- Genevriel smiles.
<Madds> (his apartment number, let's say)
<Genevriel> We were, yes. No need to apologize. Just- talking about the war stirs memories. I'm all right now.
<Genevriel> ...
<Genevriel> You do realize you just gave your home number to a mob boss, though...?
- Genevriel smiles a little, possibly teasing sort of smile.
<Madds> Hm?
- Madds looks puzzled
<Genevriel> Ander Suterre... word around the club is that he's an organized crime boss. I'm not entirely convinced... if he is, it's not nearly as exciting a life as the radio plays makes it out to be.
<Madds> I mean, I know he's House Rat, but they aren't all criminals ...
<Genevriel> No, of course not!
- Genevriel looks a little dismayed that you'd think she is Housist.
- Madds was slightly tongue in cheek at that
- Genevriel blushes, realizing that too late.
<Madds> I'm teasing, sorry
<Genevriel> Again, no need to apologize. Being teased by you is pleasant.
<Madds> I didn't know that, but whatever he might do now, when I knew him he was a good man.
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> Mostly he sits at a table and receives various and sundry visitors. But he's usually got Ralf - that's that fierce-looking fellow with the scar -
- Genevriel points him out.
<Genevriel> Hovering around him like a bodyguard.
<Madds> Oh yes, I know him too.
<Genevriel> You do?
<Madds> Sure - he was in Ander's division.
<Genevriel> Ah.
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> Anyway, I don't know what they're into - to hear the rumours, everything illegal under the sun.
<Genevriel> But I'm sure you are able to handle yourself, Major Falgout.
<Madds> Well, I hope so.
<Madds> I'm not planning to join them for a quick bank robbery before tea - I'd just like to know how they're doing.
- Genevriel nods
<Genevriel> I just wanted to let you know so you'll be prepared in case something happens. It would be a shame if you made it all the way through the war only to get gunned down in some gang fight.
<Genevriel> I'd miss you.
- Madds smiles at that
<Madds> I'd miss you too... if I wasn't dead.
<Genevriel> I seem to remember you had some rebellious tendencies in your misspent youth, so as far as I know, you might be predisposed to partake in a quick bank robbery before tea.
- Genevriel smiles to show she's teasing.
- Madds smiles back
- Genevriel checks the clock.
<Genevriel> I have to get back over to the other side of the things now. But I'm glad you came. It was a good conversation. And feel free to stay if you're having fun. I'm sure Miss Zola won't mind.
<Madds> Thank you for inviting me.
<Genevriel> My pleasure.
- Genevriel will give him a friendly goodbye hug (if he seems amenable) before going back to the main part of the club to report for work.
- Madds is hug-amenable
Solos
Hugo and Zola visit with Valeen, Lili, and Elianne
- Hugonel has decided to go stag to Zola's party ... so he can see how the night progresses with whoever is available.
- Hugonel is in a white suit with purple pinstripes and a silver-fringed purple scarf.
- Zola is in her faaaabulous gold dress, whenever she shows up
- Hugonel smiles warmly and strides over to Zola, cocktail in hand.
<Zola> Hugo, darling!
- Zola leans in to give him a kiss, calculated not to leave lipstick behind, at least so early in the evening.
<Hugonel> Hello, Zola. You look ravishing, as always. I haven't seen that dress before. New?
<Zola> I told you about going to Vernel's for a fitting!
<Hugonel> Ah, this is the one! Marvellous, simply marvellous.
<Zola> Yes, it is!
- Zola does a little twirl
<Hugonel> And here I am in this old thing. Sigh ...
- Hugonel sighs facetiously.
<Zola> It's alright, I'm sure everyone will understand :(
- Hugonel laughs.
<Hugonel> Well, it's best that I not try to upstage you, of course.
<Zola> My plot with Ysabeau is sure to upstage me anyhow. It's all arranged, Mico will show up in about an hour and a half :3
- Hugonel laughs.
<Hugonel> Oh, Zola. What a trickster you are. Aubrienne has nothing on you.
<Zola> Oh you :3
<Zola> My sister's come too, I've put Valeen in charge of finding her a friend.
<Hugonel> Oh, how nice!
<Hugonel> I did want to tell you - because I thought you'd be upset if I didn't ... I'm going to talk to Loick about that woman, or whatever, from my vision.
<Zola> Hopefully he'll have some insight!
<Zola> You'll let me know how it goes?
<Hugonel> Yes, of course. I may also ask him more broadly about how things are going with ... you know, all the different things, the cold, the blight, and so on. But I don't expect he'll say much.
<Zola> You don't think? But you're family, and so much of it has transpired here.
<Hugonel> I am ... but he has no reason to tell me really. After all, being a Silveira means you've grown up around Silveiras and know what we can be like.
<Zola> You could tell him it all so frightens me, and that more information would help to calm my nerves? :3
<Hugonel> Well, one of the other things about being a Silveira is that it means you're not an idiot ;P
- Zola pouts
<Zola> I'm sure you get your imbeciles once in a while.
<Hugonel> One or two.
<Hugonel> We try not to talk about it too much with outsiders.
<Zola> The ones you lock in the tower~
<Hugonel> No comment.
<Zola> I think I see Élianne now!
<Zola> Come and meet her.
<Hugonel> Of course!
- Zola takes Hugo’s arm and leads him over to her sister.
- Elianne is seated at a table with two other ladies of around similar age (30-something), having drinks, chatting, laughing.
<Zola> Ladies!
- Valeen is the priestess who performed the wedding for Geff, she's short and curvy and blonde, and probably wearing an adorable red dress.
- Hugonel approaches and waits to be introduced.
- Lili has bobbed red hair and a scattering of freckles, and is dressed a bit more haphazardly - a sweater thrown on over a blouse, and a knee-length skirt
<Valeen> Oh, the birthday girl herself :)
<Zola> You know Valeen, of course... and this is Lili Veilleux, Lili, this is my good friend Hugo Silveira.
<Zola> :D
<Lili> Nice to meet you.
<Hugonel> Sister Valeen, how nice to see you again.
<Valeen> Come have a drink, and stop with the 'sister', I'm off duty ;)
<Hugonel> And Mlle Veilleux, I am so pleased to make your acquaintaince.
- Hugonel sits.
<Zola> And this is my sis- friend Élianne Torvalle >_>
- Zola glances at Lili, almost forgetting
<Elianne> Hello
- Elianne says, a bit shyly
<Hugonel> Mlle. Torvalle, the honor is mine.
- Elianne blushes
<Zola> Are these two keeping you entertained? :)
<Elianne> Yes, we've been having a very... interesting... talk
- Lili and Valeen chuckle at that
<Zola> Ohh? What about?
- Hugonel quirks an eyebrow with curiosity.
<Lili> Sexual liberation.
- Lili says with a smile
<Hugonel> I'm in favor of it. :)
- Elianne looks mildly scandalized
- Zola laughs!
<Valeen> Oh come on, you had all sorts of things to say a moment ago!
- Valeen says to Elianne
<Elianne> Yeessss... but that was when it was just us girls.
<Hugonel> Oh, if it helps any, I'm congenitally deaf and suffer from amnesia, so you needn't worry about me. But please, do go on.
<Zola> I'm all for you liberating your sex, as long as it finds its way back home in the morning.
<Zola> Or at least by afternoon?
<Lili> Men are often involved in sex, after all - not required, but certainly enjoyable ;)
- Hugonel nods intently.
<Valeen> They're required for some of us! ;p
- Hugonel sips his drink.
<Zola> Oh as if you don't go solo
- Zola rolls her eyes
<Valeen> Well, that's not the same.
<Valeen> And anyway, imaginary men still count as men ;)
- Elianne has some more of her drink >.>
<Zola> Maybe you just need to meet the right woman :3
<Valeen> Sweetheart, if you weren't the right woman for me, I'm not sure who ever could be ;)
<Zola> Awww ^_^
- Hugonel laughs.
- Zola is highly susceptible to flattery
<Hugonel> I think more men than admit it like a woman who knows what she wants, and goes out of her way to get it.
<Hugonel> To be sure, there are some retrograde thinkers out there who would like to see you all in petticoats and shawls, but fortunately they seem to be a dying breed.
- Lili nods
<Lili> That's certainly been my experience.
<Zola> As you can see I've put Lili and Valeen in charge of helping Élianne lighten up a bit, maybe get a little experience of her own :)
<Lili> And the ones who aren't interested in a woman who knows what she likes aren't worth the time either ;)
<Hugonel> I'll drink to that.
- Hugonel does so.
<Elianne> Well, some of us are still a bit more old-fashioned, I suppose.
- Elianne says primly
<Zola> Noooo. Don't say such terrible things.
<Hugonel> I'm old-fashioned myself, in many ways. There's no contradiction, in my view, between being old-fashioned and pursuing what you want.
<Elianne> Perhaps not for a gentleman...
<Hugonel> Well, that may be so, that it's easier.
<Valeen> Honey, you don't want to end up being married and seventy years old and wishing you'd had a bit of fun when you were younger.
- Valeen says to Elianne
- Zola nods emphatically
<Elianne> No, but I might still like to end up married... someday...
<Zola> Well there's nothing about being a modern woman that says you can't get married... someday :)
<Hugonel> That's a fine thing to want. I myself have never been married ... close once or twice, but it's never been right.
<Valeen> Yes - to someone you love, and who makes you happy :)
<Zola> In more ways than one :D
<Lili> Marriage is a prison made up of fancy promises :)
<Zola> Not every picket fence is a prison, Lili!
<Hugonel> Well, I for one think that regardless of one's marital plans, it pays to have some fun along the way. We have such a short time here and it's a shame to waste even a moment.
<Lili> I'm just not suited to commitment. I suppose some people might manage ;)
<Zola> That would make it all the sweeter if you find a fellow who can convince you :3
- Lili laughs
<Lili> I know myself better than that
<Lili> I'll be an old lady with my cats and my bookshop and several boyfriends twenty years younger than me.
<Zola> That does sound pretty nice too :)
- Hugonel laughs.
<Hugonel> Agreed.
<Hugonel> Well, which one of you fine ladies should I call upon later to dance? Mlle. Torvalle?
<Elianne> Oh! Ah, yes, all right.
<Valeen> Why wait until later? You can go dance now ^-^
- Valeen encourages playfully
- Zola nods!
<Zola> I'll keep your seat warm!
- Hugonel extends his hand to Elianne.
<Hugonel> Might I have the courtesy, mademoiselle?
<Elianne> Certainly, sir.
- Elianne accepts with good humour
- Hugonel will use his fine words and even finer hips to get the job done. ;P
<Hugonel> !roll 1d20+13
- Zola rolls for Hugonel: [ 1d20+13 ] getting [ 13 ] which, after the modifier [ 13 ] totals [ 26 ].
- Elianne does seem quite taken with you
- Elianne is however not going to skip out practically at the start of the party just because you're handsome ;)
<Elianne> (so you might have to be patient and try to invite her home (or wherever) later ;)
<Hugonel> (hee hee - well honestly I just want to make sure to kiss her on the dance floor, nothing more unless she's really into it.)
<Hugonel> (but hey, I'm not going anywhere if she wants to pick me up later)
- Elianne will let herself be drawn into a (brief) kiss, and may require a pep talk from the other ladies ;p
- Zola absolutely points out the advantages of an unfettered dalliance with Hugo... after pointing out to Hugo that Elianne's her sister and he better be careful
<Zola> I think she could use some fun, but you treat her right!
- Hugonel smiles and nods.
- Zola tries for a stern look
<Zola> I'd hate to have to shoot you to avenge her honour ^_^
<Hugonel> I would hate to be shot, so that's something we have in common.
- Elianne will talk to you again later in the evening, Hugo - preferably in a quiet(er) corner
<Hugonel> Mlle. Torvalle. Please, sit.
<Hugonel> Can I get you a drink?
<Elianne> I think I've had plenty, but thank you.
- Elianne will sit
<Elianne> I'm really not certain what I'm doing here...
<Hugonel> Here at this party or here in this seat?
<Elianne> Either, I suppose... moreso the second, though.
<Hugonel> I hope that you're having a wonderful time.
<Hugonel> Zola is very dear to me, and I would want anyone she cares about to be treated well.
<Elianne> It's been a very enjoyable evening... surprisingly so.
<Hugonel> I agree - a superb party, all around.
<Elianne> By now I'm up well past my bedtime, however.
<Hugonel> Would you like to go to bed, then?
<Elianne> ...
<Elianne> Valeen said you'd ask that, but somehow I still walked into it.
<Hugonel> I want to know what you want, Elianne. Nothing more.
<Elianne> If I knew, for certain, I imagine things would be much easier.
- Hugonel nods.
<Hugonel> I was thinking I would head out shortly. Would you care to accompany me?
<Elianne> Yes, I think I'd like that.
- Hugonel smiles.
<Hugonel> It would be my pleasure.
Argent tells Mireva about Margaux
- Mireva will have a dance or several with Argent, not only as part of the plan for getting Mikel and Helgea to dance together either ;)
- Argent gladdly dances with her happy to escape the other events in his life
<Mireva> Hey... you seem a little out of sorts, is everything okay?
<Argent> something happened recently and it's been bothering me
<Mireva> oh?
<Mireva> do you wanna talk about it?
<Argent> Sure, let me get us some drinks first and we can go someplace a little more conversationy
- Mireva nods
- Argent will round up drinks and Mireva and head to a quieter spot
- Mireva will find us a nice nook to make out .. I mean, talk.
<Argent> I had what I figure, is a bad experience with someone who I feel is a good friend.
<Mireva> What happened? and who was it?
<Argent> Bad may not be the exact right word, but it bothers me so it feels bad.
<Argent> It's my friend Margaux. She knows a lot of stuff.
- Mireva nods, listening
<Argent> She's also a little... socially introverted...
<Argent> I go to her when I need help on strange stuff, like that dream trip.
<Mireva> oh... so she knows about magic sorts of things?
<Argent> yeah, and history, and lots of other not so comon topics
<Argent> I've read a few books, or at least I try to, but I just don't have a good head for facts.
- Mireva nods
<Mireva> so... what was the thing that happened?
<Argent> So I had her over to talk the other day and I guess I was being too nice and supportive and she kisses me.
<Argent> and then things got real awkward.
<Mireva> Oh...
<Mireva> Did you have sex with her?
<Argent> No... no....
- Mireva asks sort of curiously
<Argent> I told her I was seeing someone
- Mireva nods
<Mireva> And then things were awkward?
<Argent> which just made her feel more embarassed and foolish
<Mireva> poor girl ...
<Mireva> well, and poor you too
- Mireva says, putting her arm around you
<Argent> (is she teasing me or is she just not getting why I feel so bad?)
- Mireva seems to feel sorry for you because she can tell you feel bad, but maybe doesn't completely understand why it's so bad
<Mireva> Are you worried that you think it's going to hurt your friendship with her?
- Mireva guesses
<Argent> Yes! I have no idea how to fix things.
<Argent> well thats not true... I know how I could fix things...
<Mireva> Do you have romantic feelings for her? or just want to be friends?
<Mireva> Just because... probably the answer will depend on how you feel about her.
<Argent> I do feel something for her, I think, but that doesn't matter... I'm with you.
<Mireva> Well.. it does matter a bit, I think.
<Argent> but it could be just mee feeling guilty
<Mireva> You don't need to feel guilty. I'm pretty sure you didn't do anything wrong other than being your usual sweet self.
- Argent chuckles
<Mireva> Argent, you are a lovely, sweet, thoughtful man. I like you a lot.
<Mireva> But if you wanted to be with this Margaux girl, I wouldn't hold it against you or be angry.
<Mireva> It wouldn't even mean we could never see each other again, at least as far as I'm concerned - although I imagine you probably don't see things that way.
<Argent> That's not exactly what I was expecting you to say, but then one thing I've learned from being with you is to be more open-minded.
<Argent> so maybe I should have expected it...
- Mireva kisses you
- Argent kisses her back
<Mireva> Do you want to take a break for a little while and think about things? Maybe it'll be clearer with a bit of breathing room.
- Mireva asks, even as she's practically in your lap ;p
- Argent smiles
<Argent> It couldn't do any harm I guess.
- Mireva nods
<Argent> We don't have to start right now.
<Mireva> no... maybe we could start tomorrow? ;)
<Argent> Why spoil the evening?
- Mireva smiles at that
<Mireva> I don't think people can see us from here....
<Mireva> or aren't paying attention, anyway ;)
- Argent does a quick survey to be sure
<Argent> It is quite dark
<Mireva> mmhmm
- Mireva will demonstrate some things you can do without attracting *too* much attention ;)
Denise chats drunkenly with Geffrard about Servan Aigel
- Denise is mostly sticking to her peeps, but probably has been chatting with some other staff and folks she knows from haning out at the club as well
<DiablotinNarrator> (Neva would make you a special birthday drink - something fruity and fancy, with a flower in it ;)
<Denise> (ooooh!)
- Denise sits at the bar to chat while she is drinking it then, can can run in to Geff there maybe?
<DiablotinNarrator> (Sure)
- Geffrard will sidle up to get a beer
<Denise> oh!
<Denise> HI geff ^-^
<Geffrard> Hey - happy birthday, I take it?
- Denise is a little bit off her ass by this point anyway probably, esp half way through that birthday drink :V
<Denise> yeah! Thanks :D
<Denise> I guess I should be sayin congrats to you too though :D
<Geffrard> Oh... thanks.
<Denise> I heard what happened though
<Geffrard> Yeah?
<Denise> That guy is *such* a jerk!
- Denise makes a face
<Denise> un huh
<Geffrard> I can't argue with that.
<Denise> At least he ain't gonna be runnin' around shootin' no one else
<Denise> maybe his little friend though
- Geffrard nods
- Denise makes a face
<Geffrard> We'll see how that goes, I guess.
<Denise> yeah....
<Denise> Do you like, know *why* Though?
<Denise> 'Cause I know why *we* tangles with 'im
<Geffrard> Why was that?
<Denise> nbut I dunno why he went after Vairon :(
<Denise> uhhhhh....
<Denise> well
- Denise takes another sip of birthday drink
<Denise> 'cause the Boss was askin' around after him so we could find out why they were after Vairon.
<Denise> he didn't liek that
<Geffrard> ah.
<Geffrard> Well... I think he's sort of like one of those Colour Guard types. You know the kind?
<Denise> yeah
<Denise> We heard that some...
<Denise> ...
- Denise sorta whispers
<Denise> is your boy Shadar-kai? :o
<Geffrard> No, he's not.
<Denise> *sip*
<Denise> oh
<Denise> hmmm
<Geffrard> But he ain't precisely human either.
<Denise> Well Vairon was just.... a guy.....I think
<Denise> oh yeah?
<Denise> That's neat!
- Geffrard smiles a little at that
<Geffrard> Well, I think so.
<Denise> there's just so many....different kinds of folks around, you know? :3
<Geffrard> There are. A lot of them look just like anyone else.
<Denise> yeah
<Geffrard> And some of 'em don't. But I figure folks are just... folks.
<Denise> yeah!
<Denise> Most are just folks, not, like, stealin folks into other realms or givin people mushroom plagues or freezin' us half to death :p
<Denise> or whatever
<Geffrard> ...yes. mostly.
<Denise> *sip*
<Denise> maybe I oughtta talk more to Serge Yves 'bout Vairon
<Denise> I mean
<Denise> like
<Denise> I never got a chance to meet 'im or nothin :/
- Geffrard nods
<Geffrard> He was a friend?
<Denise> Oh
<Denise> Serges Yves is my Uncle, like
<Denise> he' over there!
- Denise poinst and waves at where he is mackin' on some dude
- Geffrard will take a look. perhaps a longer than necessary look ;)
<Denise> and Vairon was *his* boy
<Denise> they were in the Navy together :3
<Geffrard> Oh, okay.
<Geffrard> . o O (well then)
<Geffrard> And Vairon ran into this Servan Aigel fellow?
<Denise> that's what we can' figure
<Denise> Like
<Denise> last folks that were seen with him were a guy with a metall arm and ... prolly his little friend
<Denise> and then he got pulled out of the river >:|
<Geffrard> :/
<Denise> yeah...
<Geffrard> That's awful.
<Denise> yeah :(
<Denise> We was just tryin' to find out what happened, but like then it got all *complicated8 with... colour guard and blood forgeds an stuff @_@
<Denise> but maybe now he's in jail we can find out somethin'
<Geffrard> I hope that'll be the case.
<Denise> but like, I didn't mean to get into alla that!
- Denise looks at her strangely empty drinks @_@
- Denise tilts her head though
<Geffrard> Do you want another one of those? It's your birthday, after all.
<Denise> :D
<Denise> Wait but I was gonna buy *you* a drink :o
- Geffrard smiles
<Geffrard> Well, we can trade if you like.
<Denise> okay ^-^
<Denise> is you guy hee?
<Denise> I could buy him a drink too :D
<Geffrard> No, he's not big on parties.
<Geffrard> But if he does come by sometime, I'll introduce you.
<Denise> that'd be swell ^-^
- Denise will arrange a drink swap with Neva then :)
Denise finds out that Mikel is interested in Helgea
- Denise toddles tipsily back towards her peeps with another ridiculous cocktail in hand
- Mikel is at the table while Enver and Helgea are having a dance
<Denise> hey Mickie :D
<Denise> You havin' a good time ^-^
<Mikel> Yeah, it's so fancy here @_@
<Denise> I know right :o
<Denise> I didn't even know it was gonna be like this :o
<Denise> so many stars and other fancy people :o
<Denise> an' Mico *_*
<Denise> gosh I ain't never gonna get over that
<Mikel> Yeah - he was real good, sounded just like on the radio :)
<Denise> un huh :3
<Mikel> So... what's the deal with Helgea?
- Denise gets a dreamy look in her eye
<Denise> but I shouldn'a gone u[
<Denise> just I was soo like... i gues starstruck :o
<Denise> oh what?
<Denise> Helgea?
<Mikel> well, like... is she with the Mala Tajna?
<Denise> oh... yeah
<Denise> that's... well
<Denise> yeah
- Denise looks at her drink
<Denise> I think she's real nice
<Mikel> She seems nice! An' real pretty @_@
<Denise> but mostly folks just...
<Denise> she is *real* pretty
<Denise> So she goes with folks, when they need someone to be pretty, I guess...
<Denise> an stuff
<Mikel> Stuff?
<Denise> Well.
- Denise glances at where she is dancing with Enver
<Denise> Stuff you might want a pretty girl to do, I guess >.>
<Denise> if you like pretty girls >.>
<Mikel> ...stuff *I* might want?
<Denise> Gosh, I don't know :/
- Mikel asks uncertainly
<Denise> but like.... she goes on dates an stuff, when she's asked to, is all.
<Mikel> ...oh.
<Mikel> Like Romain's sister? >.>
<Denise> well...
<Denise> I don't know.
<Denise> like
<Denise> folks take care of her, 'cause she aint' got no family
<Denise> but I don't think she really gets *paid*?
- Denise seems really ambivalent about it
<Mikel> ... I dunno if I think that's worse, or better.
<Denise> I ain't never really asked her what she thinks of it
<Mikel> It sounds kinda rotten all around.
<Denise> 'Cause she seems happy, but, yeah
<Denise> I feel like.... jsut I don't know
<Denise> I am a big chicken
<Denise> 'cause if she ain't happy I dunno what I could do
<Mikel> :/
<Denise> an even if she is it don't feel right
<Denise> An even like...
<Denise> Enver told me lots of stuff
<Denise> 'cause they took him in when he was little too, after his mom died
<Denise> what its like
<Denise> like they take care of folks
<Denise> who ain't go noone else
<Denise> and that's good riht?
<Mikel> right...
<Denise> 'cause who knows what else might happen to 'em
<Denise> but then, like
<Denise> it ain't just for nothin' if they think your clever or prettty or got somethin' they can use
<Denise> an sometimes it is okay
<Denise> Enver likes what he does just fine
- Mikel nods
<Denise> but it ain't gonna be that way for everyone
<Denise> an I am just runnin my mouth all over ain't I
<Mikel> Nah, it's okay... I guess it's good for me to know
- Denise looks at her drink and glances over at the other table, where Ander and ralf are sitting
<Mikel> she was bein' kinda... well, friendly
<Denise> I just... want thing to be better for folks
<Denise> Well like
<Denise> Do you like her?
<Mikel> She seems nice. I only just met her, but ... yeah, I do.
<Denise> 'Cause at least like, if you do an you wanna go with her than at least she can have someone to pick for herself :p
<Denise> but then I don't figure they'd just let her stop...workin', I guess... just ;cause she met some nice rat boy
<Denise> even if he *is* a Channel
- Mikel nods
<Mikel> Would it get her in trouble?
<Mikel> or me? ;p
<Denise> I dunno :/
<Denise> Like, maybe it would depend?
<Denise> I think, like.... or I liek to think? that there are folks who do want her happy...
<Denise> but maybe not everyone cares abot that first
<Denise> :/
- Mikel nods
<Denise> ...
<Denise> The boss would know
<Denise> I could ask him
<Denise> if you wanted
<Mikel> uhhh
<Denise> what would happen
<Denise> I mean
<Denise> you wouldn't get in trouble with *him*
<Mikel> well... okay I guess
<Mikel> if it ain't gonna get her or me in trouble
<Denise> no
<Denise> but like
<Denise> even if she's been real friendly-like I dunno what all she means by it, if you know what I mean >.>
<Mikel> well... she was pretty clear 'bout some stuff >.>
<Denise> heh
<Denise> ^-^
<Denise> Mireva would approve? ^-^
<Denise> but like I mean
<Denise> if you just wanna.... have some fun, I mean
<Denise> I don't figure that's gonna get anyone in trouble
<Mikel> well... I dunno what exactly.
- Denise nods
<Mikel> but if you think it's better to talk to your boss an' figure out first, like... that'd be okay
<Denise> okay
- Denise stands up and gives him a little salute then
<Denise> I'll be back in a bit ;3
Denise asks Ander if it's okay for her brother to date Helgea
- Denise plonks dwn at the other table
<Denise> hey boss
<Ander> Hey, Dee.
- Denise looks back because she realizes she forgot her drink
<Denise> how's it goin' :3
<Ander> It's been quite a night.
- Denise says deciding maybe that is for the best right now
<Denise> no kiddin' @_@
<Denise> but I got sorta a.... weird question...
<Ander> oh?
- Ander looks somewhat wary
<Denise> well, it's about Helgea
<Ander> oh, yeah? what about her?
<Denise> Well...
<Denise> just like...
<Denise> what would happen if she started goin' with someone she wanted to be goin; with?
<Denise> would she be in trouble?
<Denise> or would they?
- Ander considers that
<Ander> Well, it might depend on who the someone was. An' on how strongly they felt 'bout her givin' up the current gig.
<Denise> a nice rat boy, say
<Denise> I dunno 'bout the rest
<Ander> uh huh...
- Ander can see where this may be going, because he is not blind
<Ander> Look, I guess here's what I'd say 'bout that.
<Ander> An' this is gonna sound crass, so I'm sorry for that
<Denise> :/
<Ander> Helgea's a good asset for some kinds of work.
<Ander> There's people who wouldn't feel too happy about the investment they put into her, if she up an' quit before they got a good, oh, five or ten years out of her.
<Denise> can't they like.... find her somethin' else to do? :/
<Ander> But that said, she ain't a slave. She ain't required to do what they say off the clock, for instance.
<Denise> yeah...
<Ander> An' if her personal business didn't get in the way of her work business, then that oughta be okay.
- Denise nods but still doens't seem satisfied
<Ander> An'... well, she ain't the only pretty girl in the world, you know? They might be pissy if she quit, but it ain't like they couldn't find another.
<Denise> what kinda pissy, though? >.>
<Ander> Like maybe it ain't so easy for her to find another job, or a place to rent if she goes out on her own. That sorta pissy.
<Denise> nngh.
<Denise> It just ain't right, boss :/
<Ander> :/
<Denise> I think I need to get back to my drink >.>
<Ander> Dee, look...
- Denise looks up, cautiously hopeful
<Ander> it ain't so different than what Ralf does, or what a lotta folks haveta do sometimes.
<Ander> It might be shitty, but it's what you gotta do sometimes.
<Ander> I... we look out for her.
- Denise nods
<Ander> An'... I wouldn't let anythin' awful happen to her, or to whoever she took up with, if that was what she decided on.
<Denise> okay
- Denise smiles
<Denise> thanks boss
- Denise will slip back over to the other table then
- Denise takes a big sip from her drink
- Mikel waits to see what you have to say
<Denise> so... like
- Denise tries to sort her thoughs so she can say what she wants
<Denise> like
<Denise> folks would kinda expect her to keep workin', but they can't stop her doin' what she wants when she's not
<Denise> if things got to a point where she didn't ewanna keep workin'
<Denise> then there's some folks who woukld try an give her a hard time, an other folks who would look out for her
- Mikel nods
<Mikel> so... you think I should go for it?
<Denise> if you wanna, then yeah.
<Denise> I do
<Mikel> well, I'd at least wanna get t'know her a bit better, anyway
- Denise nods
<Denise> like hyeah
<Denise> but like
<Denise> aside from all the rest, you know da will flip his entire shit :p
<Mikel> well, that ain't even on my list of shit to worry about right now.
- Denise smiles
<Denise> okay
<Mikel> Alain ain't gonna tell him if I bring someone home ;p
<Mikel> so he ain't gotta find out anything I don't feel like tellin'
- Denise nods
<Denise> well, go have fun, anyway
<Denise> maybe go an cut in, an send me back my boy ^-^
<Mikel> sure, can do :)
- Mikel will go and do precisely that
- Denise will indulge in some boy snuggles
- Enver will come back over and give you snuggles :)
<Enver> (also maybe #4 on the list later ;)
<Denise> (lol)
Zola rubs elbows with Lydienne and a sausage baron
- Lydienne will sashay over to you at some point in the evening. She is draped in an ermine stole and some possibly-diamond earrings that seems like a step up from her usual wear, at least cost-wise if not in terms of taste.
<Lydienne> Zola, darling :) Happy birthday! Is it 29 again?
<Zola> Lydienne! How good of you to come!
<Zola> Why start with 29 early if I'm going to be using it for so many years anyway!
- Lydienne chuckles
- Zola is flush with booze and tarting
<Zola> I hope you're having a good time.
<Lydienne> I must say, the party has been wonderful so far
<Lydienne> And you got Mico to perform! He was just like on his albums.
<Zola> Thank you ^_^
<Zola> I am just so pleased no one has been stabbed!
<Zola> Or shot @_@
<Lydienne> Oh, well, the night is young I suppose!
<Zola> Oh, don't say that ;_;
<Zola> Is there anyone I can introduce you to? If I know them at least... I still haven't gotten around to ALL of the new people.
<Lydienne> Oh, I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble. But let me introduce you to *my* date ^-^
<Zola> Oh, yes!
<Zola> (CUE OMINOUS MUSIC)
- Lydienne will lead you over to a table where sits a corpulent older man, probably over 50 at least (I forget his exact age >.>) A few other people are clustered around talking to him, but he waves them aside for Lydienne
<Zola> .oO( Oh dear. )
<Lydienne> Zola, dear, meet Wilbraham Schuzzelwanst - my sweetie ^-^
<Wilbraham> Hello, darling
<Lydienne> (Zola reads gossip/tabloids, right? so she would know who he is, if so)
<Zola> (Yeah, probably enough :P Is he nobility at all or nouveau riche?)
<Lydienne> (very nouveau - meat packing ;)
<Lydienne> (the canned sausages and processed meat and stuff ;)
<Zola> Delighted to meet you Mr. Schuzzelwanst. I hope you've been enjoying yourself this evening!
- Zola extends her hand of course, hoping it doesn't come back covered in sausasge grease
- Wilbraham shakes your hand heartily
- Zola smiles
<Wilbraham> Splendid, yes - although it's a shame our poor photographer has to stand out in the cold. But they put up with it, I suppose, hahah.
<Zola> .oO( Just think, "It could be true love. It could be true love. It could be true love..." )
<Lydienne> Zola, you absolutely must tell me where you got that dress - so that Willy can buy me one like it ^-^
<Zola> Well, we'd probably be more forgiving but Mico is such a private person, he almost refused when we let in one photographer.
<Zola> .oO( And you are not sending Vernel a toxic trap, but a client ... like he wanted. )
<Zola> Oh! I mean to announce it shortly, but you can have a headstart :)
<Zola> His name's Vernel Nicandor, and he is amazing .
<Zola> I can assure you that you'll never find a faster couturier!
<Lydienne> Ooh, well, I'll have to pay him a visit!
<Zola> His shop is off <Lerue St>, and it's quite cosy, and he's very professional.
- Lydienne nods
<Lydienne> And yes, how *did* you get Mico? he's so notoriously reclusive, hardly any live shows! Some people say it's because he can't really sing like that live, that they fix it all up in the studio afterwards, but he sounded excellent tonight.
<Lydienne> But don't worry - I'm sure people didn't think he upstaged you *too* badly.
<Zola> Well part of my plan WAS to upstage myself, at least for Denise. She's such a sweet girl, it was a thrill to see her face!
<Lydienne> oh, well, that *is* thoughtful of you
<Lydienne> to give someone else the limelight for once ^-^
<Zola> It's the least I could do before I knock him out of his spot on the charts ^_^
- Lydienne chuckles
- Zola laughs too, clearly just being silly.
<Zola> As for Mico, well, the truth is mostly business over glamour... we share an agent.
<Zola> I suggested it, and Hector thought it was a good idea... he can be quite insistent.
<Lydienne> Oh, that's handy
<Zola> Not enough live appearances and people start to think you can't sing, right? :)
<Zola> The photographer we DID let in was Hector's insistence too.
- Lydienne nods, draping herself over her date's fleshy arm
<Lydienne> I didn't want to steal your thunder - but I have a record coming out soon too ;)
<Zola> That's great news!
<Zola> Maybe you should have a release party too.
<Lydienne> Oh, well, Willy's already putting together a bash to celebrate ^-^
<Wilbraham> That's right
<Zola> Congratulations!
- Wilbraham squeezes her ample hip
<Zola> And your photographer won't have to wait outside :D
- Zola jokes to Willy
<Wilbraham> No, we let 'em inside for special events ;)
<Zola> Which song did you choose?
<Wilbraham> So they don't have to fight over scraps, hahah.
<Zola> Or is it a surprise?
<Lydienne> Willy picked it - he likes love songs, and he says I'm best at 'em, so I did Falling For You
<Zola> (Is that one of hers or a Standard or? )
<Wilbraham> (one of her usual numbers, although she hasn't performed it too much lately now that you think about it)
<Lydienne> And then a new little piece for the B-side :)
<Zola> (I'm guessing it's at least passably good? :P)
<Lydienne> (it's sappy and romantic, but she does a decent job at it, even Zola would probably have to admit ;)
<Zola> Yes, I remember that one. It's sweet!
<Zola> And you've been keeping it under wraps lately too, eh? :)
- Lydienne dimples
<Lydienne> Wouldn't want people to get too bored of it!
<Lydienne> I'm sure you know all about that.
<Zola> True! But hopefully once it gets some airtime the club won't be the boundary of our fans ./~
- Lydienne nods
<Zola> Well, if I can do anything to help spread the word when your party's due, let me know.
<Lydienne> All right!
- Zola eyes Wilbraham to see if he is inclined to chat himself.
<Wilbraham> Real nice ta meet ya, Mlle. Zola - you put on a swell shindig.
<Zola> Thanks! Hopefully The Scourge won't be TOO cruel to me... but I guess nice always as fun.
- Zola desperately makes herself not look at Lydienne as she says that.
- Zola will give Lydienne a polite peck on the cheek and leave the two 'love'birds.
<Zola> Bye darling!
<Lydienne> Ta, Zola - have a fun evening :)
<Zola> Thanks!
<Zola> .oO( Oh that wasn't so bad, was it? )
Zola plays footsies with Haft while visiting with Geffrard at her party
- Zola spots the two enter and scurries over in her heels!
<Zola> Boys!
- Zola gives them each a peck on the cheek
<Geffrard> Hey Zola, happy birthday :)
<Zola> Thanks!
<Zola> Wait, who's keeping the photographers out?
<Zola> :D
<Geffrard> Don't worry, we've got some extra staff for the night.
<Zola> Come, sit with me!
- Zola finds a spot and calls over a waiter to get them a drink.
- Geffrard will do so, and Haft can trail along
<Zola> How's Osmyn?
<Geffrard> He's fine. Probably happy to not be here - no offense intended ;)
<Zola> Yeah, I would've forgiven him sitting this out even if he hadn't been shot :/
<Zola> Did you find out anything more about that one-armed guy with the fake name?
<Geffrard> A few odds and ends
<Geffrard> He seems to have some Colour Guard ties.
<Zola> Y'know what his beef was? Is Osmyn safe?
- Zola looks ... very briefly surprised, and then not so much surprised.
<Zola> Oh.
- Geffrard nods
<Zola> I was wondering about that thing with the eyes.
<Zola> I'm not a sorcerer but I hadn't really heard of anything like that.
<Zola> Not reflexively at least.
<Geffrard> Osmyn doesn't usually ... show that off. But when he's in danger, it can slip out.
<Zola> Not that I was going to go see if I could find anything like that in those books about the fey Hugo and I have been reading >_>
<Geffrard> He's not one of them.
<Zola> Is he ... elemental?
<Zola> Is that rude to ask?
- Zola looks to Haft, who ... probably also doesn't know.
<Geffrard> Well, I ain't an expert exactly. He says he's a Suli. Some kinda Psyrene thing, I guess.
<Zola> Crazy.
<Zola> This city gets wilder the longer I'm here.
<Geffrard> No kidding...
<Zola> And I can't take credit :D
- Geffrard smiles at that
<Zola> At least not for all of it
- Zola grins a little impishly
<Haft> Maybe you need to try harder?
- Zola laughs!
<Zola> You don't think I try hard enough? :)
<Haft> You are very determined.
- Zola slips off a shoe and slides it across to tickle Haft's leg with her toes
<Zola> I am, but a girl's gotta crash once in a while... it's hard work.
<Zola> Maybe if there were a whole squad of me, we could paint the town in rainbows.
<Zola> Well... maybe not ... rainbows exactly :|
- Haft slides his leg towards you, and an overlapping part of his metal casing catches on your stocking and puts a run in it
- Zola winces a little as she feels it tug and most likely tear
<Geffrard> You okay?
<Zola> Yeah, right as rain :)
- Zola keeps on toe-massaging Haft despite the cost...
<Zola> You let Osmyn know that we'll make him a nice spot any time he does want to come out and listen to music or catch an act.
<Geffrard> Sure thing.
<Geffrard> We had a nice few days out of town, it was good to have a break from everything.
<Zola> I bet.
<Zola> Where'd you go? Anywhere exciting? Or just nice and quiet?
<Geffrard> Ah, just a little place down on the southern coast - quiet, but the weather was sure warmer than here.
<Zola> Sounds lovely. :3
<Zola> And then... ./~ work calls
- Geffrard nods
<Geffrard> Inevitably, yes.
<Geffrard> But this evening is a pleasant change of pace, anyway :)
<Zola> That was my plan, and it seems to have worked out so far :)
<Zola> And maybe they'll get the problem with the magical winter and the fungal plague solved before summer
- Geffrard nods
<Geffrard> If they don't soon, I have a feeling people might take it into their own hands anyway. That seems to be the way things go.
<Zola> :/
<Zola> Is that what they're saying? Colour Guard types? That this is all because of outsiders?
<Zola> I mean... all outsiders?
<Geffrard> Yeah. Fey specifically, I guess, but I'm not sure that type distinguish very well ;p
<Zola> I guess that'd be the downside of them being too stupid to tell folks apart :|
- Geffrard nods grimly
<Geffrard> Void, I'm sure some of 'em blame the Shadar-kai.
<Geffrard> An' they're at least pretty easy to tell apart.
- Zola takes on a mocking tone "Well the trees started growing in the Shade, that means blah blah blah"
- Geffrard nods
<Zola> Of course if they did know any better they'd know they're kinda related...
<Zola> No real out there.
- Geffrard shrugs, in a 'what can you do?' kind of resigned way
<Zola> Knock 'em off a building and clock 'em for good measure?
<Haft> It works.
<Zola> :D
<Zola> We just need True Seeing for Assholes
<Geffrard> heh
- Zola will inform Haft that he should leave the footsies to others unless he's wearing pants
<Zola> (later:P)
<Noren> (heh)
- Zola also discreetly casts Mending :V
Zola greets Gen and Madds
- Genevriel comes back into the party room on her break, since she didn't notice Madds leaving yet.
- Madds is still around
- Genevriel hopes he found people to hang out with while she had to work!
- Madds probably found some people to chat to, but is happy to turn his attention back to you when you return
- Zola is refilling her cherry bomb glass :3
- Genevriel heads over to him with a tall glass of... water.
<Genevriel> I guess you must be having fun. I'm glad.
<Madds> Yes, thanks for inviting me.
<Madds> I was just chatting with Noren and his co-worker.
- Zola spots Gen back in from her work :3
<Genevriel> Oh?
<Genevriel> I should chat with him, too, at some point...
- Genevriel muses aloud.
- Genevriel is obviously hatching some sort of plan.
<Madds> I guess he knows Mlle. Zola.
- Genevriel nods.
<Madds> She's certainly quite well-connnected.
- Zola will head over once she is sure she isn't going to interrupt makeouts
- Madds says, glancing around the room.
<Genevriel> I guess that happens when you're famous.
- Madds nods
<Zola> ./~ Hi!
<Genevriel> Good evening, Mlle. Zola, and happy birthday.
<Zola> Thank you! I'm glad you came... at least for a little while!
- Genevriel smiles slightly and shrugs.
<Genevriel> It's harder to find temporary bussers than you'd think, it seems.
- Genevriel jokes a little.
<Zola> Reputable ones, maybe :)
<Genevriel> Well, I don't know about that...
<Zola> I haven't had the chance to be introduced to your date yet ^_^
<Genevriel> But I'm forgetting my manners. Mlle. Zola, please let me introduce my friend, Maddox Falgout.
<Madds> It's a pleasure
<Genevriel> We're just friends.
- Genevriel says in response to Zola's suggestion that this is a *date*. ;)
- Zola will shake hands with Maddox.
- Madds smiles
<Madds> You've certainly put on a wonderful party.
- Zola will slide into a seat at their table, cherry bomb in hand.
<Zola> Thank you, I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying themselves... and behaving themselves.
- Madds nods
<Zola> So you know Noren do you? or Justen? I thought I saw you boys chatting.
<Madds> I know Noren, yes - our work sometimes brings us into similar circles.
<Zola> So not a lawyer... are you a copper? :D
- Madds smiles
<Madds> Military.
<Zola> Is that how you two're acquainted?
- Zola looks to Gen and back
<Genevriel> In a roundabout way, perhaps.
<Madds> I suppose so, yes. I was stationed in Psyra prior to the war.
<Genevriel> He was posted to a base close to my family's farm.
<Genevriel> And he would come and insult all our produce on market days.
- Genevriel smirks a little.
- Zola tuts
<Madds> And so a friendship was born.
<Genevriel> Strange how that happened.
<Zola> Indeed... what sort of gentleman makes fun of a lady's melons? :/
<Genevriel> ...
<Zola> Cabbages?
- Genevriel has no melons to speak of, flat as a boy. ;)
<Madds> I probably wasn't much of a gentleman.
- Zola probably hasn't actually checked >_>
<Zola> Well it seems you've gotten better :)
<Madds> Older and wiser.
<Genevriel> We both are.
<Genevriel> Yet somehow, we're still friends.
- Genevriel smirks a little again.
<Zola> Did you two serve together as well?
<Genevriel> No...
<Madds> No, we weren't in the same area.
- Zola nods. "Noren and I go way back ourselves... it'd been a few years though, before he came back to town after the war."
- Genevriel looks thoughtful and a little more somber, but nods, listening to Zola.
<Genevriel> He mentioned that he served.
<Genevriel> I... forget where, though.
<Zola> (Me too :V)
- Zola will mention a couple spots she remembers him talking about.
<Madds> (well, I think that he was still doing military tribunal/court martial stuff, so he may have been stationed somewhere back from the lines - somewhere like Guerne maybe? I don't think I had said one way or another)
<Zola> It's kinda crazy how some things can stay the same while others are so different ...
<Zola> I guess that's time, for you :)
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> So, do you have any more surprise guests planned? It seems like you made Denise's night when you introduced your friend.
<Zola> :D
<Zola> No, no more surprises... for tonight at least.
<Zola> It was a blast seeing her face :D
- Genevriel smiles and nods.
<Zola> She's a sweetie, so it was a pleasure.
<Zola> How do you know Denise, from here?
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> She's a friend of Dorien's roommate, Argent.
<Zola> Oh, you know Dorien from outside the club?
<Genevriel> He's my cousin.
- Genevriel explains
<Zola> Get out!
- Zola looks Gen over to see how much of a resemblance there is
<Genevriel> Couldn't you tell? I thought the height would have given it away, at least.
- Genevriel teases a little.
<Zola> Oh, were you there when those fey attacked and Denise got cursed?
<Genevriel> (We're both pale as fishes' bellies but aside from height and skin colour I'm not sure if there is a strong resemblance.)
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> I didn't realize you knew about that.
<Zola> Yeah, more small world stuff, all the fey business surrounding the club and all.
<Zola> Aubrienne and Lathra were looking into things at the same time as Hugo and I.
<Zola> I even went out with Denise a few times to patrol, since I might be able to help if one of those fiddlers shows up again... but nothing, thankfully.
- Genevriel nods.
<Madds> Fiddlers?
<Genevriel> One type of the ice fey that are prolonging the winter.
<Madds> huh
<Genevriel> It played a fiddle that made people dance, thank the One I missed out on that bit of 'fun', but it was also able to curse Denise and turn her into ice.
<Zola> That was that guy with the pick, I think
<Genevriel> Right. It was a while ago.
<Genevriel> . o O (And I was drunk.)
<Genevriel> There were some smaller fey with them as well; firing arrows and wielding swords.
- Madds nods
<Madds> Was everyone all right?
<Genevriel> Well, except for Denise, and the fey themselves, yes.
<Genevriel> None of us is quite sure yet why they seemed to select Dorien and Argent's apartment to attack, though.
<Zola> Bad luck? :/
<Zola> Or good luck, for everyone else, maybe.
<Genevriel> I have a feeling that it was no coincidence, honestly.
<Zola> Yeah?
- Genevriel nods.
<Zola> So many people from the club maybe?
<Genevriel> Or one of us, at any rate.
- Zola turns to Madds, "There's some sort of fey power site under the club, I guess... some old river."
<Genevriel> Possibly Misery drew them, somehow; she was injured in the summoning ritual at the party.
<Madds> o_O
<Zola> Yeah, lucky us, right?
<Madds> That seems like a problem.
<Zola> Huh... y'think?
<Zola> ...if nothing else, maybe we should let the others who were hurt in on your hunch?
<Genevriel> I've been reviewing news items about fey mischief in the city and interviewing the other Shadar-kai who were present to try to determine whether there is a larger pattern, but so far I have not been able to draw any conclusions.
- Zola looks a little concerned at that.
<Zola> Hopefully someone figures out what all's going on before we freeze up solid, or get turned into mushrooms.
- Genevriel nods.
- Genevriel looks thoughtfully at Madds, thinking of the experimental farm. She needs to ask him about it, but this is neither the time nor the place since it could potentially compromise his position with the military.
<Genevriel> Madds, is there anyone posted at Arguvan, still?
- Genevriel asks thoughtfully.
<Zola> .oO( Arugula what? )
<Madds> Sure. Why do you ask?
<Genevriel> Well, apparently there was a... dryad, or possibly even a hamadryad, living on our farm.
<Genevriel> I never saw her, but... Andri did.
<Madds> oh?
<Zola> Huh, fancy that.
<Genevriel> I've just been thinking, lately, that if she survived the fire, perhaps she knows something about the fey and what's going on with them.
<Zola> She might not be much for chatting ...
<Genevriel> I have no reason to believe she'd tell me anything, but I'd be curious to speak with her.
<Madds> I suppose that could be? But I'm not sure how one would get in touch with a dryad. Leave a note at the nearest tree?
- Genevriel smiles sadly.
<Genevriel> There's that, too.
<Zola> (Is there a traditional dryad chatting mechanism? :P)
<Madds> (dunno... be attractive and hang around in the woods? ;p)
<Genevriel> I have this childish fancy that she might recognize me and choose to speak with me, but... I'm not sure how I could go there.
<Madds> Well... I think you'd mentioned your aunt wanting to dedicate a memorial at the graveyard there?
<Zola> Just need to make some friends who can teleport? :)
<Madds> Perhaps if that happens, you could attend.
- Genevriel nods.
<Genevriel> Well, it's not just getting to Psyra, of course. It'd be being *there*. I suspect she can't stray from the trees.
- Genevriel seems to be rather sad-faced now, Zola.
<Zola> .oO( Memorial. Fire. :| )
- Zola sips her cherry bomb.
- Madds nods
<Genevriel> Well. It's something to think about.
- Genevriel sighs, not seeming to really want to think about it at all.
<Genevriel> I think I've taken far too long for my break. I should get back to work.
- Zola nods
<Genevriel> Good evening.
<Zola> It was nice chatting, Gen.
<Zola> Maddox :)
<Zola> You'll have to come by and visit us again.
<Madds> Very nice to meet you - I'll try to :)
- Zola will flutter off tipsily
- Genevriel heads back to work once more.
Aubrienne helps Cassandreia meet Ysabel
<Cassandreia> (maybe we can figure you two are having a drink/chat together?)
<Aubrienne> (makes sense to me)
- Cassandreia is in a bubbly mood tonight, probably helped by the drinks
<Aubrienne> Someone seems to be having a good time. :)
<Cassandreia> Who?
- Cassandreia looks around
<Aubrienne> You, you rube.
- Aubrienne playfully bumps Cassie's shoulder
- Cassandreia giggles
<Aubrienne> Zola throws a heck of a party.
<Cassandreia> She really does!
<Cassandreia> I can't believe all the people she knows :o
<Aubrienne> Many more than this, I'm sure, but we sure got a good crowd tonight.
- Cassandreia nods
<Aubrienne> Does that crowd happen to include a certain someone you were hoping would show?
<Cassandreia> Um, yes...
- Cassandreia says, blushing
<Aubrienne> Oh ho? Where is the lucky lady?
- Aubrienne looks around largely aimlessly.
<Cassandreia> I don't want to point... She's the blonde girl with Theo, over near the musicians.
- Aubrienne look that way as casually as possible
<Aubrienne> (ack, will look that way)
<Aubrienne> (How old is Ysabel again?)
<Cassandreia> (the girl in question looks about Cassie's age, so 18 or so, tall and slim, with long wavy blonde hair. She seems a little nervous/out of place, perhaps?)
<Aubrienne> Aww, Cass, she's adorable.
<Aubrienne> Have you talked to her tonight?
- Cassandreia shakes her head
<Cassandreia> I wouldn't know what to say
<Aubrienne> You've talked to her before, right? It's not like approaching a stranger.
<Cassandreia> Yes, but... I don't know how to get things around to... you know.
<Cassandreia> <w> What if she isn't interested in girls?
<Aubrienne> Psh. She'd be an idiot not to be interested in you, but I can do a little digging. Give me a minute, and you stay here and try to get your courage up.
<Cassandreia> okay...
- Aubrienne will give Cassie a little one-armed hug for encouragement and step away to go find Gabby
- Cassandreia orders another drink >.>
<Aubrienne> (Is it possible to get a moment alone with Gabby? I know it's a party and all...)
- Gabriela is chatting with Justen ^-^
- Cassandreia is now known as Justen
<Aubrienne> (Heh, okay)
<Justen> ... cold enough that I was basically there as a portable heater, but then what else is new?
- Gabriela laughs
<Aubrienne> (I know they've been introduced, but I'm forgetting how much Aubrienne and Justen have spoken...)
<Aubrienne> Say hey, Gabby, what's shakin'?
- Aubrienne will sidle up to Gabby with a smile
<Aubrienne> M. Olivier, nice to see you in more pleasant circumstances.
<Justen> (I don't think very much? like, she's probably seen him at the Orecalos, and/or at Xan's office, but idk if they have talked much beyond introductions)
<Gabriela> Oh, hi Bri - you've met my big brother?
<Aubrienne> (Okie doke, then I hope that conversational intrusion makes sense)
<Justen> (sure :)
<Aubrienne> Not entirely socially, regretfully.
<Justen> Hi again :)
<Aubrienne> How are you enjoying Zola's little soiree? :)
- Justen looks very little like his sisters (well, at least the ones you've met ;)
<Justen> It's great! Good to be back to civilization :)
<Aubrienne> Oh, yes, you've been away for a bit. How was...?
<Justen> the middle of nowhere? Chilly :)
<Justen> Thenqa was about like I remembered it. The hot, salty, butter tea is an acquired taste.
<Aubrienne> How terrible, though the city seems little better right now. I'm certain you can find a way to warm up, though, I'm sure.
<Gabriela> Ugh, Justen, don't be gross ;p
- Gabriela smacks her brother on the arm
<Aubrienne> It sounds like it wouldn't be to my taste, certainly, but to each their own.
<Aubrienne> I'm glad we could welcome you back to civilization.
<Justen> Thanks
<Aubrienne> While I hate to impose, I wonder if I might borrow Gabby for a moment. I'm sure the party can occupy you for the time being. ;)
<Justen> Oh, no problem :)
<Gabriela> What's up?
- Gabriela asks as she steps aside with you.
<Aubrienne> I'm not one to...that's not true, I'm absolutely one to gossip.
- Gabriela laughs
<Aubrienne> Lovely as your brother is, I was hoping to ask after another of your siblings at the moment.
<Gabriela> Oh? Which one?
<Aubrienne> It seems Cassie has a thing for your little sister Ysabel, but, being Cass, is both shy and nervous about approaching her.
<Gabriela> awwwww!
<Aubrienne> You wouldn't be able to tell me whether Ysabel might be receptive to our coworkers interest, hmm?
<Gabriela> Well, I don't think she'd be offended, anyway. Belbel's too nice to be rude to anyone ;)
<Aubrienne> Hmm. 'Not rude' may not be the reaction Cassie is hoping for.
<Aubrienne> Though nice is certainly something Cassie needs. :)
<Gabriela> She's never had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. At least not that I know about. She goes to the Castalia, she studies, she still lives at home.
<Gabriela> I mean, she's gorgeous - she could go out with just about anyone she wanted, and there've been plenty who've asked, but she's shy.
<Aubrienne> Maybe Cassie is exactly the right fit, then.
<Aubrienne> They just may need a little nudge. ;)
- Gabriela smiles
<Gabriela> Theo brought her here to try and get her out of her shell
<Gabriela> At the very least, I think making friends would be good for her.
<Aubrienne> Well, I think Cassie could definitely help with getting her out of her shell.
<Aubrienne> And, if it goes well, out of her clothes.
- Gabriela laughs
<Aubrienne> But we'll see how it goes.
<Gabriela> That might take a while, but good luck to her :)
<Aubrienne> You're a doll, as always. Save me a dance?
<Gabriela> Sure thing!
<Aubrienne> See you later.
- Lan-cookies is now known as Denise
<Gabriela> Later!
- Aubrienne will give her a playful peck on the cheek and dash off.
- Aubrienne will head back to (a hopefully not too drunk) Cassie
- Cassandreia is still sipping her drink
<Aubrienne> Okay, so, how're we feeling?
<Cassandreia> Okay. Nervous.
<Aubrienne> That's good; it just means you like her.
<Aubrienne> I did some asking, and I am assured she is very nice and there is every chance she could be open to your interest.
<Cassandreia> oh?
<Aubrienne> I talked to Gabby. :p
<Cassandreia> ohhhhh
<Cassandreia> I should have thought of that >.>
<Aubrienne> It's okay. Someone did, so you're still good to go.
- Cassandreia smiles nervously
<Cassandreia> So... should I go talk to her?
<Aubrienne> Would you like some help? I could go with you to say hi to Theo.
<Cassandreia> Okay
- Cassandreia says quickly
- Aubrienne will give her an eyebrow waggle and head over to where Theo and Ysabel are
<Aubrienne> Happy Zola Day, Theo! How's the music holding up to your tastes? :)
<Theo> It's not bad :) It was fun getting to see Mico perform. My little sister here is a fan of his :)
<Aubrienne> Oh really? This must've been quite a treat.
- Ysabel nods
- Aubrienne will hold out her hand to Ysabel
<Aubrienne> Aubrienne Romilly, nice to meet you.
<Ysabel> Ysabel Olivier
- Ysabel shakes back politely
<Aubrienne> And I believe you've met Cassandreia Morin?
<Ysabel> Oh, yes, hi
- Ysabel says with a shy smile
<Cassandreia> Hello :)
<Aubrienne> Cassie tells me you're studying at the Castalia. Is that why I haven't seen you here with your siblings before?
<Ysabel> Oh, yes, that's right. I'm studying sorcery.
<Ysabel> I... don't get out very much.
<Theo> Only if one of us drags her ;)
<Theo> Come on, have a seat, you can't just stand there :)
- Aubrienne will take a seat next to Theo so Cassie can take one next to Ysabel
- Cassandreia sits down in the available seat, then
<Aubrienne> Don't mind if I do. I'd been hoping to talk to you about Zola's big production.
<Theo> Oh yeah, she's been pretty enthusiastic about that.
- Aubrienne will make a small nod towards Ysabel when she sits, directing Cassie to take over that conversation
<Cassandreia> So, um... which one of Mico's songs is your favourite?
- Cassandreia asks Ysabel
<Aubrienne> I hear it's going to be something. I'm really excited.
- Aubrienne will try to keep Theo occupied and keep an ear out if Cassie needs help
<Ysabel> Oh... I like At The Mouth Of The River. I know a lot of people like Ring Ring Ring best, but I think the slower songs are the best.
- Cassandreia nods
<Cassandreia> I like that one too. It's very sad, but beautiful.
- Theo will chat with you about the show and his plans for the songs
<Aubrienne> (What kind of music is the band playing? If a slow song comes up, Aubrienne will try to get Cassie's attention to get her to ask Ysabel to dance)
<Aubrienne> (A nudge under the table and a look, that sort of thing)
<Cassandreia> (right now, more up-tempo, but if it gets slower, you can certainly nudge her :)
<Theo> Hey, Aubrienne - I can't help but notice our drinks are empty. You want to come with me and help carry another round for the table?
- Theo asks after a bit
<Aubrienne> (If it takes too long, she'll Message Jed or whoever might be within eyeline and likely willing to ask the band for a slow song)
<Aubrienne> I would absolutely love that, Theo.
<Aubrienne> Shall we?
<Theo> Certainly.
- Aubrienne will get up and take his arm to wander off for drinks.
- Theo will accompany you to the bar, then.
<Theo> Okay - so, are you willing to take my sister off my hands for the rest of the night? ;)
- Theo asks once you're safely out of earshot
<Aubrienne> I think someone may be. :)
<Aubrienne> Trying to dodge chaperone duty?
<Theo> Ah, possibly. We'll see how successful my pick-up skills are ;)
<Aubrienne> Who're you looking at? I think I might be on a roll. ;)
- Theo nods in the direction of the well-muscled sailor who's been attracting a fair bit of attention - the one who you think came in with Hettie and Denise ;)
<Theo> It's entirely possible I have no chance @_@
<Aubrienne> (Being friends with Hettie, certainly I've at least heard of Serge-Yves, right?)
<Theo> (yes, no doubt :)
<Aubrienne> Oh, buddy, I don't think you'll need any help with this one. ;)
- Aubrienne will order two drinks for Theo
<Aubrienne> Knock 'em dead.
<Theo> What if he likes them all willowy and blond ;)
- Theo says a bit facetiously
<Aubrienne> He's a sailor. I think he just likes them. :p
- Theo accepts the drinks nevertheless
<Theo> Well, it's worth a shot
<Theo> So, you'll keep an eye on Ysabel?
<Aubrienne> I can do that. Anything she shouldn't be allowed to do? ;)
<Theo> Gods, she should probably do everything on the list of things she isn't allowed to do. I mean, once our mother leaves anyway.
<Aubrienne> Well, I don't have a checklist, but I'll try to make sure she doesn't do anything dangerous at least.
- Theo nods
<Theo> Thanks - I owe you one.
<Aubrienne> Eh, I don't keep track. Have fun. :)
<Theo> Hopefully!
- Theo will head off to chat up Serge-Yves
- Aubrienne will wait a goodly while, take some (sizeable) drinks back to Cassie and Ysabel, then excuse herself
- Cassandreia seems to have managed to sustain the conversation with Ysabel, and they are chatting happily when you take your leave
- Aubrienne will then head back to wherever Korisse is and keep a distant eye on the matchmade couple :)
Argent grabs Denise to give her a gift
- Argent_ will grab Denise while she is in mingle transition
- Denise is grabbed while in mingle transition
<Denise> heeeeey ^-^
<Argent> Can I steal the birthday girl for a moment... there's a present involved
<Denise> oooh!
<Denise> man! So many presents @_@
<Denise> no one had to get me nothin' and then they did :3
- Argent chuckles
<Argent> what's the point of a party without presents, or so I'm told
<Denise> I just ain't used to it, is all!
- Argent will pull out a small flat cardboard box, with a not very well tied ribbon on it
<Argent> I have many skills... ribbons ain't one of them
<Denise> heh, I hear ya!
<Denise> that's okay, they still tear just as well ^-^
- Denise pops them open
<Argent> (The box contains a brass compass. The symbol of the wheel is engraved on the closed face, with Rat at the North)
<Denise> awww!
<Argent> Its not much, but it may come in handy
<Denise> I bet!
- Denise grins
<Argent> I'm glad you like it
<Denise> Now I can pull on my new boots an' go anywhere ^-^
- Denise will give you a big kinda drunk hug
<Argent> its really good underground, as long as you have some light
- Argent accepts
<Denise> heh
<Denise> I should give Enver some tests, then >:D
<Argent> make sure his skills are as good as he claims?
<Denise> un huh ^-^
<Denise> Ummmmm, I feel like that reminds me of something...
- Denise tucks on a lock of hair and then looks at heer half empty drink
<Denise> Some non-party thing!
<Denise> Nuts
<Argent> I'm ok not knowing the details of Envers skills
- Argent teases
<Denise> ^-^
<Denise> No, it weren't about *that*!
<Denise> but like, really it would only be fair :V
<Denise> somethin' about thr sewers maybe?
<Denise> yes! :D
- Denise seems pleased that he has remembered but then makes a face
<Argent> Spill then explain fairness to me?
<Denise> the mushroom folks
<Denise> ... I guess Zola found out...somehow.... that like
<Denise> the Cold Guy
<Denise> is what's stoppin' the mushroom grossness...blight....thing from spreadin' more
<Argent> Guess that makes sense...
<Argent> never thought they were workin together
<Denise> yeah
<Denise> but so like
<Argent> Well void... I got wind something was going down against the Cold Rider.
<Denise> If you *get* Cold Guy, then the plague'll be all through the ciy
<Denise> un huh, you said
<Denise> 's why I needed to tell you!
<Argent> Who told Zola? If I'm gonna try and stop somethin' I may need to know.
<Denise> uhhhh
<Denise> I...forget -_-
<Denise> Ask Zola?
<Denise> Or I could?
- Argent nods
<Argent> I will
<Denise> Maybe not tonight though
<Argent> Yeah
<Denise> its her party :3
<Argent> I'm sure it will be fine tomorrow
<Denise> hee, depends how many cherry bombs she has ^-^
<Argent> well tomorrow does stretch all the way to midnight
<Denise> 's true!
<Denise> oooh
<Denise> plus like
<Denise> turns out that metal arm guy
- Denise leans in and 'whispers'
- Argent leans in all conspiritorial-like
<Denise> he's somekinda colour guard type
<Denise> but like...
- Denise looks liek she is trying to think
<Argent> Geff's husband isn't normal
<Denise> yeah
<Denise> hey how did *you* know?
<Denise> is that like.... a Thing thing or just a ...Job thing?
<Argent> I figured that out when I served him... just couldn't be sure the details
<Denise> that's why he got shot
<Argent> more a job thing.
<Denise> but he's not *bad*... so you would leave him alone right? not like.... shoot him at a weddin'?
<Argent> hes not evil
<Argent> I checked his aura
<Argent> was like the fae
<Denise> but that's the fdifference, right?
<Argent> I'm not good at explaining it... and I don't want to get all deep spiritual on you.
<Denise> it ain't prolly a great time for that @_@
<Denise> but just i mean
<Denise> you'd leave 'em alone if they ain't evil right?
<Denise> "evil"
<Denise> how you see it?
<Argent> yeah... all I did was warn Zola, just in case.
<Denise> right
<Argent> I'm only looking for the bad things.
- Denise nods, seeming erhaps a bit reassure to hear you say it, anyway
<Argent> If I start with differnt... well Id have to start with me.
<Argent> and I like me too much :)
<Denise> yeah :)
<Denise> but still, like, knowin' there's folks like that out there, you gotta watch your back too, right?
<Argent> I know and I appreciate you watching it as well
<Denise> yeah :D
<Denise> an now I can find my away around better if I need to find ya ^-^
- Argent chuckles
<Argent> and enough of idle chatter... lets dance!
<Denise> okay :D
Zola and Noren talk serious stuff
- Zola will suggest Noren stick around until later when she can give him more attention, or agree to meet him elsewhere. (He can take Bastien home if he's pooped :P)
- Noren will stick it out
- Zola leans in over his table later on. "Hey, hon. I'll just be a minute... gonna say sayonara to these stragglers" :)
<Noren> Sure thing
- Zola will step into the middle of the back lounge and pipe up. "Night everyone! Hope you had a blast!"
- Zola waves and blows kisses to the last revellers
<Noren> (the remaining guests will wave and cheer for you, if they aren't passed out ;)
- Zola will saunter back over to Noren.
<Zola> Got a setting in mind?
<Noren> My place?
- Noren suggests
<Zola> (He still live at his folks'?)
<Noren> (perhaps not, given I don't think he usually invites you there.)
<Zola> (So that's news to her too?)
<Noren> (yeah)
- Zola looks a little surprised by that. "Your mom'll keep us chaste, I suppose" :)
- Noren smiles
<Noren> I'm renting a flat - work week stuff, easier commute, all that.
<Zola> Ohh?
<Noren> Honestly... I just needed some space of my own.
<Zola> Yeah, I know what that's like.
<Zola> Room for Bastien too? He doesn't like to be cooped up in the dressing room too long.
<Noren> He'd be welcome to join us.
<Zola> We can put him in a cupboard if we need some privacy :)
- Noren smiles at that
<Zola> I'll be right back then :)
<Noren> All right. Shall I get us a cab?
<Zola> Sure, I'll meet you out front.
- Noren nods
- Zola will go get her things, purse, coat, cat, handgun :V
- Noren will be waiting out front with a cab. When you come out, of course there's still someone waiting to snap some photos...
- Zola strikes a pose, with Bastien in her arms.
<Zola> You from the Scourge?
<Noren> (click*flash* no answer ;)
<Zola> Well, if you are, say Hi to your boss for me.
- Zola lets Noren open teh door for her.
<Zola> (since cat)
- Noren does so, and will slide into the seat beside you and give the address to the driver.
- Zola sits Bastien between us, but not in a Pointed way.
<Zola> Shall I prepare myself for a real bachelor's flop? :)
- Noren chuckles
<Noren> I hope it's a little better than that
<Noren> Although the truth is, I haven't had a lot of chance to decorate, so it may be a bit sparse.
<Zola> That's understandable. All Bastien needs is a stray shirt or two to get comfy on :)
<Noren> well, that can likely be arranged :)
- Zola chuckles.
<Zola> I hope you've got coffee... I'm starting to feel a little pooped with all the excitement.
- Zola leans her head on his shoulder, careful not to squish B.
<Noren> (the drive is fairly short - Noren's place is just around the edge of the Pav, a nice-looking new-ish set of row houses)
<Noren> Definitely, coffee can be made.
<Zola> Please :)
- Noren will lead the way inside
- Zola deposits Bastien and takes off her coat.
<Noren> (as predicted, the place is nice but a bit lacking in flair ;)
<Zola> It'll fill out nicely in time, I'd say :)
<Zola> Can I freshen up?
- Zola looks about for the washroom
<Noren> Of course - I'll put on the coffee.
- Noren points you in the right direction
- Zola will shed her ridiculously expensive dress, and some of her jewellery.
- Zola tugs on the sleeves she got from Noren and will her frilly underthings into a sleek, simple and more casual black dress.
- Zola will come back out once she's ensured everything's in proper place.
<Zola> Ta-da!
- Zola strikes a pose
- Noren turns with a smile
<Noren> Very nice :)
<Zola> Bastien smuggled it in for me :)
<Noren> The coffee should be ready soon
- Zola looks about to find a spot to sit
<Noren> (sofa?)
- Zola will settle in there with a sigh
- Noren comes to sit with you after a few moments, bringing two cups of coffee
- Zola will take hers and blow on it a little
- Zola looks at Noren to see if he's gearing up to Talk, or if it's still time to chatter.
<Noren> So... how exhausted are you?
<Zola> What did you have in mind?
<Noren> Well, I was hoping to talk about some ... I guess more serious things. But if it's too heavy for now, we can wait.
- Zola is perhaps not as minxish as she might normally be when asking that question
<Zola> It won't take too long for the coffee to give me a boost :)
<Zola> Fire away.
- Noren nods
<Zola> Bastien? You want to try out Noren's bed and give us a few? :)
<Noren> The first thing is I've decided to run for a seat on the Great Council. That's the other reason I'm living in Rhenea now.
<Zola> W- wow!
<Zola> That's some big news :o
<Noren> Yeah... I don't know what will happen. If I'm not elected, I guess nothing much.
<Noren> But if I am, it could mean some changes.
<Zola> What kind of changes?
<Noren> Well, work changes, for one.
<Zola> You mean you won't be junior partner by day, Councillor by night? :)
<Noren> Right...
<Noren> The other thing is, the papers will probably try to find dirt on me.
- Zola nods
<Noren> That will probably start during the campaign, but if I'm elected I suspect it won't stop then.
- Zola chuckles drily.
<Zola> I suppose maybe I shouldn't have stoppde for that last picture.
- Noren smiles
<Noren> It's all right. You're not a secret... or at least, I don't intend to make you one.
<Noren> If the worst thing they can say about me is that I keep company with a beautiful jazz singer, well... that's not so bad.
- Zola looks at him like he's crazy... affectionately, but like he's crazy.
<Zola> I know this city's pretty wild, but that's enough in some books :)
<Noren> Maybe if I was running in the Pav... but I think Rhenea might be a bit more understanding.
<Zola> I guess there's that :)
<Zola> Do you have any other well dressed skeletons in your closet?
<Noren> Well, they may try to dig some up, but there shouldn't be too much else for them to find. A few dalliances here and there, for an unmarried man, isn't unexpected, I don't think?
<Zola> I think I'd be more troubled if there weren't :)
- Noren smiles at that
<Noren> I wanted to tell you all this, anyhow, in case it comes back on you somehow.
<Noren> I don't want to cause problems for you.
<Zola> You're thinking about Mico?
<Noren> Mico, your parents... I don't know.
<Zola> Well, I don't think I care much about what my parents have to say about any of this ... and Mico's not a secret I can keep forever anyway. :)
<Noren> probably things I haven't even thought of yet :/
<Zola> I'm a lot better at dressup than at keeping my loose ends tied up :)
- Noren smiles
<Zola> And I have my own single coming out anyway :)
<Noren> Yes, that was great news - congratulations :)
<Zola> What price is it to give up a charade to have an upstanding gentleman in the Great Council :)
<Noren> Having more Rats on the Great Council is especially worthwhile, I hope.
<Zola> Yes! Denise, the one I sang for, she's House Rat... Murodea? She's helped me see things aren't quite so... even.
<Zola> I bet she'll be thrilled to hear the news too :)
- Noren nods
<Zola> I went on some patrols with her and some of the club folk to see if we could spot any of those nasty fey.
<Noren> Oh yes?
<Noren> How did that go?
<Zola> Good and bad...
<Zola> The bad was the cold... and the boring...
<Zola> And the good was the boring :)
<Zola> At least on the patrols
<Noren> I suppose in a case like that, you're really hoping not to find anything exciting.
- Noren nods
<Zola> Is that what made you decide to run? To help your House?
<Noren> Yes, I suppose that was the main factor. Hoping to have some influence, at least.
<Zola> It's pretty ambitious... just a young man still :)
- Noren smiles
<Noren> I suppose I figure if I lose, I'll have plenty of time to try again some day.
<Zola> That's true.
<Zola> Is your other news this momentous?
<Noren> Anyway... so, that was one thing I wanted to talk to you about.
- Zola chuckles
<Noren> The other is more ... personal, I guess. About us.
<Zola> Colour me surprised :)
- Zola jokes, but is clearly not disappointed by it.
<Noren> I got the feeling maybe I was too... well, that maybe I came on too serious.
<Noren> I wanted to try and clear things up.
<Zola> I'm certain I couldn't say that was the case and still claim to be fair at all.
<Noren> I've missed you so much... I couldn't just let things go on drifting apart, not without a fight anyway.
- Zola reaches out to take his hand.
<Zola> I've missed you too.
<Zola> It was me, though... I whipped myself up into worry so quickly...
- Noren squeezes your hand in return.
<Noren> Zola, I don't want to change you. I don't expect you to change for me.
<Zola> I'm not worried about changing, Noren. I'm worried about ... not being able to change, if that's what it takes.
<Noren> I'd never ask you to give up your music
<Noren> Or... to give up your other friends.
<Zola> It's not just music, Noren... it's-
<Zola> ...it's people... other lovers...
<Zola> What if ... it just isn't for me...
<Noren> Monogamy?
- Noren asks with a slight smile
<Zola> I guess, yeah...
<Noren> well...
<Zola> I dreamt of a prince often enough when I was little, but since school it hasn't really been in mind that often :/
- Zola looks down at our hands...
<Zola> It's not that you came on too strong... it's just that I don't want things to get to a point where it hurts you if that's not what I can give.
<Zola> If you'd come on stronger I might actually have been a little less oblivious to it sneaking up on me :)
<Noren> I guess I've just become more cautious as I've gotten older. I couldn't sweep you off your feet the way I did when I was young.
<Noren> I didn't want to risk losing you.
<Noren> That kind of hot, fast-burning passion... well, it burns out.
<Zola> You never know... I am a sucker for passion.
- Noren smiles
<Noren> Well, I could give it another shot.
<Zola> But should you?
<Noren> I don't know.
- Zola asks, a little sadly.
<Zola> Will you be happy with it?
<Noren> I'm happy with you.
<Zola> But what if I'm not there? Will it hurt you every time I'm with someone else?
- Zola looks him straight in the eyes.
<Zola> I just... I just think of me being out somewhere at a party, and you're at home, lonely, and sad because I'm out having fun...
<Zola> And... and I just can't imagine how I could do that to you.
- Zola tears up
<Zola> How could I?
- Noren puts his arm around you
- Zola leans in.
<Noren> I can't deny that I want you to be mine... that I want what we have to be special, different than the rest of your lovers. But a little jealousy can add a certain spice, too.
- Noren holds you close
- Zola laughs a little awkwardly.
<Zola> You ARE special. That's why I don't want things to end badly... like it does for so many people... in a slow sad rot from the inside.
<Noren> Making you mine each time you come home...
- Noren murmurs to you
<Zola> What if you don't like spice.
<Noren> Then I'll tell you.
<Noren> Do you think I'd sit and stew if I'm not happy with how things are?
<Zola> And what if it's too late for that?
<Noren> how do you mean?
<Zola> What if ... we're engaged, or married or we have fourteen kids? When it's too late for words to give us a graceful end.
- Noren smiles at that
<Noren> We could give it a while to see - for both of us. We don't need to jump into marriage and ... 14 kids, wow, is that what you're aiming for? ;)
<Zola> That would be very expensive...
- Zola laughs
<Noren> You'd be worth every penny, if that was what you really wanted ;)
<Noren> But I suspect it's not.
<Zola> Awww
- Zola sighs
<Noren> Zola, are we being foolish? Are we passing up on something that could be great because we're afraid that someday it might fade?
<Zola> It does seem a little hypocritical of me
- Zola laughs a little into his shoulder
<Noren> I stopped myself from pouring out my heart to you so that I wouldn't scare you away... you're worried about hurting me so much...
<Zola> Maybe we need to have a fight.
- Noren chuckles
<Noren> Well I did tell you I'm not going to give you up without one.
<Zola> I ... think I mean it.
<Noren> oh?
- Zola leans back a bit.
<Zola> I mean, we're both being too careful.
- Noren nods, listening
<Zola> You hope for a dream in which I'm something I may never turn out to be. Are you bumbling into a mistake?
<Zola> And me... am I only afraid? Or am I being selfish?
<Zola> Everyone else gets married and settles down. Why shouldn't I? Why am I special?
<Zola> Doesn't it ... I don't know, make you angry at all?
<Noren> It makes me anxious, more than anything
<Zola> Shouldn't... that tell you something? That it won't last?
<Noren> I'd be more worried if I was absolutely certain.
<Zola> What will you do when you come home and I'm out... Gods know where with Gods know who?
<Noren> Well, if I was absolutely certain I probably wouldn't be worried at all... but you know what I mean
<Noren> If I was someone else looking at me, I'd be worried ;)
<Noren> What would I do?
<Zola> Yes.
<Noren> Make myself a drink - check in on the fourteen kids - go to bed and probably fall asleep with a book - wake up when you get in and ravish you?
<Noren> Or, you know, if we're both exhausted, the ravishing could wait until morning.
<Zola> You're still being reasonable :|
<Zola> Be... angry or ... something, I don't know.
<Noren> Well what do you want? For me to be unreasonable?
<Zola> What if it's ... Bright Rionet?
<Zola> And his bodyguard.
- Zola says somewhat matter of factly
- Noren actually sounded a bit more cross at the last question
<Zola> Or a woman, maybe?
<Zola> Maybe I do want you to be unreasonable.
<Noren> Zola, why would it matter more to me who it is, specifically? Bright's a spoiled brat but that's your choice.
- Noren says a bit more annoyed
<Zola> What if it's a beggar or something? :|
<Zola> I ... don't know
- Zola deflates a little.
<Noren> You do have some standards, last I checked ;p
<Zola> Maybe I just want to hear you at your most selfish so I can see what's in between.
<Noren> My most selfish?
<Noren> What if your carrying on costs me my seat on the Council? What if people make fun of me in the papers, or behind my back, because I can't satisfy you.
<Noren> Is that selfish?
<Zola> Yes, and no.
<Noren> I'm willing to take those risks to be with you. You think I haven't thought of those things?
<Noren> I could have brought you here tonight to tell you it had to end because of the appearance of things, because of my career, politics, whatever
- Noren says more heatedly
<Noren> And you still don't think I'm worth a little risk of your own?
<Zola> It's you I don't want to risk, not me.
<Noren> Is it really?
<Noren> Or is it that you don't want to risk feeling guilty, feeling bad, because you can't stop seeing other people?
<Zola> That's ... part of it.
<Zola> It's not the dalliances that would be shameful, though... it would be hurting you :/
<Noren> You don't get to decide if I'm hurt.
<Noren> I've already said I'll be honest - I'll tell you if I'm hurt by something. Until then, you're just... imagining things.
- Zola lets out a sigh
<Noren> And you don't get to have it both ways - to tell me that if I'm not hurt, it means I don't love you enough.
<Zola> That's not what I'm saying.
<Zola> I would never suggest that D:
<Noren> Good.
<Noren> Because I do love you.
<Zola> I ...
<Noren> I love you enough to put up with this bullshit, and keep coming back.
- Noren says with a slight laugh (at himself, maybe)
- Zola laughs a little herself
<Zola> I'm sorry.
<Zola> I guess I just ... I've been afraid to trust that you have thought it all through.
<Zola> Valeen tried to tell me that it's not my place to worry so much about your decision in this, and I screwed that part up
<Noren> I've had plenty of time to think. And Justen helped ;p
<Zola> It's ... disrespectful, I know...
<Zola> But short of a sign from Cat...
- Zola sips her cold coffee.
<Zola> Maybe you should stay angry
<Zola> Maybe you should ... show me who gets to decide how you feel?
- Noren pulls you back into his arms for a kiss
- Zola sets her coffee down quickly, hopefully upright.
<Noren> (if you spill coffee, at least he probably doesn't have a rug yet for it to ruin)
<Zola> (hee)
- Zola breaks the kiss ... "Tell me I'm foolish."
<Noren> You're a beautiful, foolish woman, and I love you.
<Zola> Oh, Noren... angrier!
<Zola> I love you and I want you to chase it all away
<Zola> Be selfish, take every bit of me for yourself!
<Noren> I want you, Zola... I want you all to myself.
- Noren tugs at your dress, which... I don't know what happens with it, since it isn't real ;)
<Zola> What part of *mmph* angry *mphphph* and TAKE are you missing?
- Zola wiggles one arm which has the sleeve one it
- Noren feels for that and will yank it off you then
- Noren goes for the other one next
- Zola is now in undies :o
<Zola> Ohh, that's cool @_@
- Noren is not going to bother to sweep you off to the bedroom at this rate... the couch is perfectly fine @_@
<Noren> (bedroom can be round two ;)
<Zola> Ooh, here? That works o_o
- Zola cannot guarantee she does not yell "Angrier!" more during the night
<Noren> Right here
<Zola> What if I want the bedroom?
<Noren> Too bad.
- Zola smiles
<Zola> That's it :D
Denise visits Serge-Yves the morning after the party
- Denise will try and find you in a post-hangover state, and will possibly help enduce this with the application of strong coffee and greasy food
- Serge-Yves will gratefully accept the offer of said coffee and foods
<Denise> Did you have a good time ^-^
<Serge-Yves> yup, fun night :)
<Serge-Yves> how about you?
<Denise> it sure was a swell party @_@
<Denise> People got me presents :o
<Denise> And there was MICO :O :o
<Denise> for Me :o
<Denise> Like
<Denise> what
- Serge-Yves smiles
<Denise> how's that a thing that happens to *me* :o
<Denise> I ain't no one :o
<Serge-Yves> well, you got some good friends, it seems like :)
<Denise> I guesss so :o
<Denise> anyway
<Denise> like
<Denise> I wanted to talk to you 'bout some things
<Serge-Yves> oh yeah?
<Denise> for serious things though
<Serge-Yves> is it anything I gotta think real hard about?
<Denise> so I'll wait 'til you're done your coffee
<Denise> yeah, maybe
- Serge-Yves nods
- Serge-Yves will have his breakfast and coffee, and get a second cup, before nodding that you can proceed
- Denise nibbls at eggs and toast herself
<Denise> so
<Denise> You know I said what Serval Aigel's in jail now, right?
<Serge-Yves> Yeah.
<Denise> 'cause he shot up a wedding an' got tackled off a roof by a warforged?
- Serge-Yves nods
<Serge-Yves> Good job there.
<Denise> so I asked what that was all about
<Denise> an' it turns out it's cause it all up to his neck in Colour Guard business
<Serge-Yves> oh?
<Denise> which I guess we heard was somethin' maybe before
<Denise> yeah
<Denise> like, mighta been him who burned some Shadar -kai shops an such
<Denise> but that didn't seem much to do with Vairon
<Denise> but maybe it were?
<Serge-Yves> how'd you mean?
<Serge-Yves> Vairon weren't Shadar-kai
<Denise> No, but, like, neither was the guy who got shot
<Denise> there other ways folks can be different, and them types don't like any of it
<Serge-Yves> well, I know 'bout bein' different, an' some folks not likin' that ;p
<Denise> do you know who any of his people were?
<Denise> not like that
<Denise> I mean, I don't think that's it
<Serge-Yves> Vairon's people?
<Denise> yeah
<Denise> like, family, or the like
<Serge-Yves> he was from up north, outside Danever... I never met 'em or anythin'. He mentioned his mam, never said nothin' much 'bout his da 'cept that he weren't in the picture. Said his mam got married to some other fella when he was about fourteen or so, but they didn't get along
<Serge-Yves> so he went off to sea
<Denise> huh
<Serge-Yves> I figured the navy musta sent her one o' them black border telegrams when ... you know :/ Maybe I shoulda tried to get in touch, I dunno. What could I say though?
<Denise> I dunno :/
<Denise> You still could I guess, even just to let her know he had folks who cared about 'im, even if you don't wanna get all detailed?
<Serge-Yves> I guess, yeah.
<Denise> but like.... he just seemed like a normal fella?
- Serge-Yves thinks about that for a bit
<Denise> well I mean I guess he was special in some ways :3
<Serge-Yves> yeah...
<Serge-Yves> he had one weird thing, I guess.
<Denise> yeah?
<Serge-Yves> webbed fingers an' toes. like, just a little bit webbed - not so you'd notice unless you were up close an' personal.
<Denise> huh
<Serge-Yves> just like this little bit of thin skin between his fingers
<Denise> Well, maybe it were more'n that, or these folks thought it were... :/
<Serge-Yves> :/
<Serge-Yves> they'd kill someone over just somethin' as little as that?
<Denise> They shot up a guy at his weddin' who hadn't done nothin'
<Denise> but
<Denise> there's another thing in this mess, where maybe you can find out some more
<Serge-Yves> yeah?
<Denise> well
<Denise> Aunt Hettie said that Nyckie's can maybe ger her - at least her - in to have a 'chat' with 'im while he
<Denise> he's still in the clink
<Serge-Yves> oh yeah, a 'chat'?
<Denise> un huh
<Serge-Yves> Like a knife in the back kinda chat?
<Denise> Uh
<Denise> I dunno 'bout that, you
<Denise> d have to ask hettie
<Serge-Yves> I was just jokin'... mostly >.>
<Denise> yeah.... >.>
<Denise> well, maybe some answers, at least
- Serge-Yves nods
<Serge-Yves> that'd be somethin' at least
<Denise> but if he do some out with some weird idea that Vairon didn't fit how they thought he should, at least you won't be surprised
<Serge-Yves> :/
<Denise> :/
<Serge-Yves> I still miss him
- Denise will lean over and give you a hug
- Serge-Yves hugs you back
<Denise> I wish I'd got to meet 'im :/
Hugonel meets with his uncle Loick to discuss weird shit that keeps happening
- Hugonel will have made an appointment with Loick in advance.
- Loick will greet you when you arrive at his study, and will offer you a drink (level of appropriateness depending on what time of day this is...)
<Hugonel> Dear uncle, how have you been?
<Loick> Very well, and yourself?
<Hugonel> I'm all right. Cold, of course. But doing well enough.
- Loick nods
<Hugonel> Has there been any movement on any of the ... happenings?
<Loick> You sound as if you're asking after the health of my digestive system.
<Loick> What happenings particularly?
- Hugonel laughs.
<Hugonel> I mean strange beings roaming the city, and horrible fungi, and of course the damn cold.
<Loick> Matters are being discussed - while some might want to rush into action, the Emperor is quite cautious, and there are many factors to be considered.
<Hugonel> A fine political answer.
<Loick> people are arguing over what to do, does that sound better?
<Hugonel> Of course I understand the need to be circumspect.
<Hugonel> Well ... as always, disagreements happen.
<Hugonel> I am actually here about ... something else, although maybe it's related.
<Loick> Oh?
<Hugonel> If I were to describe to you a being ... a red-haired woman, with large bright colourful wings, but a skull for a face ... does that sound familiar at all?
<Loick> Well, I know of a red-haired woman with colourful wings. Her face is quite pretty, though.
<Hugonel> Oh?
<Loick> Emkathon Orecalo is the daughter of my favourite librarian. And her wings are certainly among the first things one would notice about her, at any rate.
<Hugonel> (do I know about her?)
<Loick> (probably yes? She is a Serpent follower, so from ceremonies at least)
<Hugonel> Right ... well, this would have to be someone rather older than her. Someone who was a full-grown woman twenty years ago.
<Loick> Depending on your definition of 'woman', I don't suppose you could be referring to her namesake?
<Loick> Again, so far as I know, her face is not skull-like.
<Hugonel> It is possible that the skull is ... metaphorical.
<Hugonel> I don't know ... I'm trying to figure this all out.
<Loick> I would imagine that Emkathon - *the* Emkathon, not Emmie - could probably choose her appearance. If she wanted to have a skull for a face, she probably could.
<Hugonel> And, errr, well, this is rather embarrassing, but ... does Emkatahon ... consort with ... human males?
- Hugonel tries to maintain his dignity as a Silveira, who should of course be proud of all his conquests ... right?
<Loick> It seems she did at least once.
<Hugonel> It was a long time ago, and ... I'm not really sure what she looked like at the time. But it happened, and recently the memory ... has been flooding back.
<Loick> Oh.. you mean this was something that happened to you?
- Hugonel nods.
- Loick would totally offer you a high five if that was a thing.
<Hugonel> Yes. When I was around eighteen.
- Loick will settle for a 'cheers' with his glass.
<Hugonel> She said, at the time, that we wouldn't see each other for a long time. But that ... I was special to her.
<Loick> Hugo... I don't mean to suggest you might have imagined this. But have you considered that you might have imagined this?
<Loick> Not that I don't think a woman might consider you special, of course ;p
<Hugonel> I did consider that, very seriously. When I started having ... memories ... I went to Sirris to inquire.
<Hugonel> He used a ritual to evoke my suppressed memories.
- Loick nods
<Hugonel> He tells me that aspects of what I saw might be ... non-literal, but it did really happen.
- Loick considers this a bit more seriously
<Loick> So far as I'm aware, Emkathon only, ah, consorted, if that's the word you want to use, with Laeken of the Wolf.
<Hugonel> And of course he's not the jealous type, right?
<Loick> well.
<Loick> Probably not anymore?
- Hugonel shuffles uncomfortably.
<Loick> They had a child together.
<Loick> I don't know very much about her.
<Hugonel> I ... didn't know that.
* Loick nods
<Hugonel> Do you know her name? Or how old she is? Or where she lives? Or ... anything?
<Loick> Her name, I'm given to understand, was Katha. If she is alive, she'd be I suppose in the vicinity of 2300 years old?
- Hugonel exhales heavily.
<Hugonel> I've never objected to older women.
<Loick> Well, quite.
<Loick> I can't rule out that she *could* still be alive. I don't know what the likely lifespan would be for the child of a being like Emkathon, even one who was partly human.
<Loick> There aren't... many of such offspring to gauge by.
- Loick sighs
<Hugonel> Why would she be interested in me? I mean ... other than the obvious.
<Loick> There's one other factor that makes me feel like your vision, even if it was symbolic in some fashion, could relate to her.
<Hugonel> oh?
<Loick> I need you to keep this secret, Hugo.
- Hugonel nods.
<Hugonel> All right.
<Loick> Laeken is still with us, after a fashion.
<Hugonel> ... how do you mean?
<Loick> he's a demilich - a very powerful form of undead that looks like nothing more than a floating skull.
<Loick> So far he hasn't caused any serious trouble, at least that I'm aware of. We monitor him to the best of our abilities.
<Hugonel> Where does he ... un-live?
<Loick> But I'm sure you can appreciate, this isn't the sort of information one wants the public getting wind of.
<Hugonel> Right.
<Hugonel> So you think that the skull plus the wings suggests their offspring.
<Loick> You know the joke about the 800 pound troll? Wherever he wants.
<Loick> He seems to like libraries.
<Hugonel> But I still don't know why their daughter would show up and pay any attention to me or any other human.
<Loick> That I don't know.
<Loick> Maybe she was just charmed by your winning personality and devastating good looks.
<Hugonel> Right.
<Hugonel> And as for why I would, twenty years later, start having these visions?
<Loick> Yet another mystery.
<Hugonel> I would rather not worry about this ... but I have to now, don't I?
<Loick> Now? It seems clear that you already were.
<Hugonel> There have been too many redheads in my life. I need to swear off them, stick to blondes.
- Loick chuckles
<Loick> Brunettes are quite sensible, most of the time ;)
<Hugonel> Do you think I should try to find her?
- Loick says because his wife is one and he's a sensible man ;)
<Hugonel> Who would I even talk to? How would I start?
<Loick> Well, I'm not going to recommend going to try and talk to Laeken.
<Loick> I've done it, on a few occasions, but I wouldn't advise it.
- Hugonel nods.
<Hugonel> No concerns there, Uncle. I'm not crazy.
- Loick nods
<Loick> For finding things, or people, Reverend Mother Alma is an excellent bet - although you did say you were swearing off redheads.
<Hugonel> I'm relatively confident that she won't try to seduce me, though.
<Loick> Only relatively?
<Hugonel> I am *very* good.
<Loick> D:
<Loick> Alma might see her way to helping with the divination, if this woman can even be found using divination.
<Hugonel> Does the Reverend Mother know about ... Laeken?
<Loick> Yes.
<Hugonel> All right, well I won't say anything to her to betray that you told me, of course.
<Hugonel> She may be curious as to why I think this woman is Katha, and ... well, I'm a good liar but somehow I think she'd see through me.
<Loick> She does have an annoying talent for that, yes.
<Hugonel> I'll tell her that after hearing my description of the skull-faced woman, you suggested it was Katha ... but nothing more about why you think that.
<Loick> I suppose that'll have to do.
<Loick> I can deal with her if she comes inquiring about my insights.
<Hugonel> Thank you, Uncle. I'm sorry to be such a bother.
<Loick> Don't worry about it. You're not nearly as much of a bother as some of the people I work with.
- Hugonel laughs.
