Kids:
elfbennu: Hi! Okay, it's Friday, May 3rd. Recess. School has never quite looked the same since the change. The bricks are all brighter in the walls, but the grotting darker. The personalities of your friends lean out, whether you want them to or not. The school definitley has an infestation of tiny Micky Mouse lookalikes who run around nibbling erasers.
elfbennu: Did you guys get that?
SpellWeavre: Not a thing.
MusicalRebecca: on this window or that?
SpellWeavre: Er, nothing in this window; did see the other window's stuff, yes.
elfbennu: Grr. I make smaller posts.
elfbennu: Hi! Okay, it's Friday, May 3rd. Recess. School has never quite looked the same since the change. The bricks are all brighter in the walls, but the grotting darker.
MusicalRebecca: ((should we close the other window?))
elfbennu: The personalities of your friends lean out, whether you want them to or not.
elfbennu: The school definitley has an infestation of tiny Micky Mouse lookalikes who run around nibbling erasers.
elfbennu: ((up to you. It won't concern you))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca takes her backpack with her out to recess, an uncommon habbit for a fourth grade, and walks over to the benches that invariably inhabit the darker corner of the playground.
MusicalRebecca: She sits down and begins to watch the other kids playing as her expression changes from sadness to pure curiosity.
SpellWeavre: Seesy plays a sort of keepaway with one of the Mickey-Mice using one of those clicky retractable erasers. ^_^
elfbennu: ((Seesy, describe yourself, please.))
SpellWeavre: Seesy's a 6th grader, red-haired, with a touch of “baby fat” still about.
SpellWeavre: Chimerically, her hair's a duller shade, and her face is pale; but her dark robe-like clothes drip sequins.
SpellWeavre: They form a sort of crumb-trail in all different shades as she moves, hushed, around the playground.
elfbennu: ((Nice. And Rebecca?))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca is on the tall end of the spectrum of fourth graders. She has dark brown hair that falls in ringlets past her shoulders and a smattering of freckles across her nose.
MusicalRebecca: The way she sits conveys the way she's athletically minded even though she rarely participates in schoolyard games.
SpellWeavre: ((she's new to the school, you said? Transferred in during the year?))
MusicalRebecca: Chimerically her hair parts for two small horns.
MusicalRebecca: ((no, this is her second year there))
SpellWeavre: ((Ah, ok.))
elfbennu: ((but brand new like this!))
MusicalRebecca: ((she came in part way through her second grade year))
SpellWeavre: Seesy's mouse-playmate grows tired of the game and wanders away in Rebecca's direction. Seesy shuffles along after it.
MusicalRebecca: She generally wears a ribbon 'round her head and it falls directly behind her horns. Rebecca also has newly fuzzy legs and a small, pert tail. She's wearing a loose dress.
MusicalRebecca: The dress and the ribbon match, they're both a dark cream color. Almost brown, but not quite.
elfbennu: The Mouse runs in circles around Rebecca's hooves.
SpellWeavre: Seesy darts after it, then pauses as she finds herself staring at Rebecca's hooves. Her gaze goes slowly up, up, over her whole mien to the horns.
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca looks down quizzically, “Hello there, little fellow. You remind me of someone."
elfbennu: The mouse sticks its tongue out at her.
MusicalRebecca: ((um... meant to get that out first...))
SpellWeavre: ((classic chat-RP thing, heh. No problem))
MusicalRebecca: ((yeah, I'm learning such. My first reaction was to type “osay ...” but I had to fix that))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca has not invested enough of her attention with the mouse that she fails to notice the new presence in front of her, and so she lifts her gaze to meet the eyes of the newcomer.
SpellWeavre: Seesy's quirks in a smile, her eyes wide with delighted amusement. “Hello there,” she whispers.
SpellWeavre: ((her mouth, that is))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca pauses a moment to notice that this really is the same girl she's watched for more than a school year. After taking in the changes, “Hello...” she trails off.
SpellWeavre: ((Oh man, I totally just realized whom I can use for inspiration for this character. Pre-Serenity River Tam!))
elfbennu: ((I'll pretend I know her!!))
MusicalRebecca: ((sorry, I've only watched the first episode and of Serenity and don't catch the reference))
elfbennu: ((The other kids have not noticed the peculiarties of your little world, mice or horns))
SpellWeavre: ((Tch. Well, I'm less well-read on other sorts of geekdom than you all, I'm sure, so I'll let it slide. ;)
elfbennu: There is a notice pinned to the side of the monkey bars, on light blue paper, with beautiful script:
MusicalRebecca: ((Ok. Maybe we can compare notes there later. I'd be interested to learn more of who you are.))
elfbennu: “To the Common Kith of South Logan, heretofore declared Northern Grain County,” says the lovely script.
elfbennu: “By royal decress of the Exalted Count Gabriel ap Ailil from his Throne of Broken Glass, each citizen maintaining residence, or otherwise utilizing the resources and protection provided by the Court of the Silver Menagerie...
elfbennu: “...must provide a tithe to the aforementioned court of no less than two globules of dross. This tithe is to be delivered to your representative Barony by May 20th..."
elfbennu: “...and denoted as being a County tithe. Failure of individual citizens to pay this tithe will result in the following judgements: For Commoners, a failure to deliver this tithe will result in punishment as decided by the Commoner Council."
elfbennu: “...and denoted as being a County tithe. Failure of individual citizens to pay this tithe will result in the following judgements..."
elfbennu: “For Commoners, a failure to deliver this tithe will result in punishment as decided by the Commoner Counsil."
SpellWeavre: Seesy spins up from her low stance and sits smoothly down upon the bench next to Rebecca.
elfbennu: “Should no Counsil be available, the judgement for commoners shall be made according to the judgement of the local Barony."
elfbennu: Nobles failing to pay their tithe shall be dealt with by Count Gabriel directly."
elfbennu: “Should there be any questions, your local Reeve Nicole shall be made available for assistance."
SpellWeavre: She murmurs, “Are you new? Wait, no, I've seen you around... are you in Mrs. Paddington's class?"
MusicalRebecca: ((how many fourth grade classes are there? Am I in Mrs. Paddington's class?))
SpellWeavre: ((She wouldn't necessarily know your exact grade; your call ^_^))
elfbennu: ((Ed's got it. Make the story yours.))
SpellWeavre: ((did a line get eaten somewhere?))
elfbennu: ((start from “Are you in Mrs. Paddington's class?"
MusicalRebecca: ((where did it end? The last words I typed were “Paddington's class."))
SpellWeavre: ((I hadn't been aware of that linelength problem before tonight. Makes AIM strikingly bad for this purpose..))
MusicalRebecca: ((I'll retype in two chunks. Maybe it was too long. We'll learn the limits.))
SpellWeavre: ((I've been waiting since my question about the class.))
elfbennu: ((I'll work on getting another forum. I have some ideas...))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca tears her gaze away from the slip of paper to meet her companion's. “No,” she stutters,” I have been here for a littler over a year."
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca looses her stutter as she gains confidence with her speach but a small hebrew accent is still traceable. “Yes, I am in Mrs. Paddington's class."
SpellWeavre: Seesy beams. She whispers, “So, new, but not that new. Cool. But I guess this"--she taps the tip of one of your horns--"is brand new?"
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca jerks her head to one side to get it free of the invasive hand as she protectively cups her horns. “Yes, brand new. I don't quite know what's happening, truth be told."
SpellWeavre: Seesy looks taken aback as you pull away. She pauses, biting a thumbnail, then recovers. “Oh, where are my manners. I'm Caitlin, my friends call me 'Seesy.' >>
SpellWeavre: But,” and her whisper gets even more conspiratorial as she leans in close, “I'm named 'Moira' too."
MusicalRebecca: “I'm Rebecca.” Rebecca responds automatically out of ingrained politeness. She continues to look at her lap, though, until Seesy shares the last tidbit and then she looks up, gaining a similar conspiratorial sparkle in her eye.
MusicalRebecca: ((That one was kind of long, too. Did you get it?))
SpellWeavre: ((Yup!))
MusicalRebecca: ((Good. I will find out the legnth of the limit soon.))
SpellWeavre: “Nice to meet you, Rebecca. It is all pretty crazy, isn't it?” She thinks a moment. “Didn't you have anybody who could... show you around? >>
SpellWeavre: When you started growing horns and stuff?"
MusicalRebecca: “Nuh uh.” Rebecca shakes her head while she holds the gaze of the other girl. “Did you?"
MusicalRebecca: ((OTJ training here it seems...))
SpellWeavre: “Yeah. It was... well, like, when--” She grasps for words, but then tries a different tactic. “Did you come see 'Hansel and Gretel'?"
SpellWeavre: ((OTJ?))
MusicalRebecca: ((on the job))
SpellWeavre: ((Hah, aye ^_^))
MusicalRebecca: “The school play last week? Yes.” Rebecca leans in slightly as she gains interest in what Seesy's sharing.
SpellWeavre: “You're not going to believe me, but I was in it! I was the witch! But everybody forgot.” In a moment of inspiration, she hops up on the bench, recreating the scene. >>
SpellWeavre: That her voice is so quiet makes it especially comical. “It was my big scene, my solo!” She turns a strange pirouette in a rainbow trail of sequins, then stops suddenly. >>
SpellWeavre: “Then it all went weird.” Her eyes bug out; her mouth hangs open. “I couldn't talk! Or 'project,' at least, like the director called it.” >>
SpellWeavre: ((got 3 messages thus far?))
MusicalRebecca: ((yup. I'm with ya.))
SpellWeavre: She turns about-face and drops off the back of the bench, crouching down next to and behind you. “I didn't know what to do! So I left and came out here.” >>
SpellWeavre: “And there was this really beautiful lady waiting for me. She even said she'd been waiting for me.” She wrinkles up her face. “She's kinda mean, though."
MusicalRebecca: As she's watched this impromptu show, Rebecca's face has transformed to let her smile cover her entire face. >>
MusicalRebecca: “I didn't recognize you when you came up here. I'm sorry I didn't remember that you were in the show. I did like it, though! I just wished it had some music.” >>
MusicalRebecca: After pausing at her own reference to music, Rebecca makes an involuntary move to grab her backpack before continuing. “Who is the lady you're talking about?"
SpellWeavre: “She's another person like us, but more grown-up. Only, she's a sidhe--uh, it sounds like I'm saying 'she' twice, but that's S-I-D-H-E-- >>
SpellWeavre: while I'm a 'Sluagh' and you're a 'Satyr' I guess. Or a 'Pooka'.” She whirls back around and slaps her hands on the bench. >>
SpellWeavre: “She's my 'mentor,' though, meaning she teaches me about this stuff, and I should so be yours!"
MusicalRebecca: “Sidhe, sidhe...” Rebecca repeats to herself, sounding out the syllables. “Sluagh,” she says as she points at Seesy, “and Satyr.” she says with certainty as she points at herself proudly. >>
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca scrunches her eyebrows together as she wonders out loud, “But can you even cross the street on your own? Mentors are usually grown-ups, right?"
MusicalRebecca: ((once more, you got 2 there, right?))
SpellWeavre: ((check!))
SpellWeavre: “Hey, yeah, of course I can.” She puts on her best slighted-big-girl look. “But most grown-ups don't know about satyrs and sluagh, you know?"
MusicalRebecca: “Yeah, I guess.” Her moment of certainty squashed. “But,” she ventures,"if there was one grown-up Sidhe to look out for you, then there HAS to be another one to look after me!” >>
MusicalRebecca: “I am special, too, you know."
SpellWeavre: ((anything since “another one to look after me"?))
SpellWeavre: ((oh, wait, there we go))
MusicalRebecca: ((yes, I wrote it 5 minutes ago, actually. Did you just get it now or have scroll issues?))
SpellWeavre: ((I'm not sure. I only just saw it now, whatever the case, sorry.))
MusicalRebecca: ((no problem. Just still trying to figure out how this is all going to work. Thanks for working out the “>>” signal.))
SpellWeavre: “Maybe... I dunno.” She smirks. “But until she shows up, I'm it! Maybe I can help you find her."
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca takes a moment to decide that yes, she does like this arrangement. “Will you be kind of like another big sister? I think my real big sister is in your grade. >>
MusicalRebecca: “Do you know Leah?” Rebecca stands up to look her new friend in the eyes as best she can. “I think she'd like you. She always likes kids who are nice to me."
SpellWeavre: “Sure! I mean, we don't really hang out or anything, but I know her.” She glances around surreptitiously. “She hasn't become a changeling too, has she?"
MusicalRebecca: “No. She's just my big sister.” Leah glows with pride at both the fact that she gets to talk about her sister and that she now has something special that her sister does not have.>>
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca hugs her backpack to her chest as she grabs the keychain to unzip the biggest pocket. She takes out her recorder and discards the backpack on the bench.>>
MusicalRebecca: ((Oops. Did that last one make it? I think it might have been a few words too long. Yes, I'm slightly paranoid.))
SpellWeavre: ((Nope, your last was “backpack on the bench” with to-be-continued marks.))
MusicalRebecca: ((Well, now i know where the cut off is. *Makes lemon aid*))
SpellWeavre: ((Nice.))
MusicalRebecca: She then jumps up on the bench, mimicing what Seesy did earlier, and begins to play a relatively simple, yet lively tune.>>
MusicalRebecca: After a few bars she stops, lowers the instrument to a few inches from her mouth and exclaims: “See what I can do?!"
SpellWeavre: Seesy claps, albeit in a muted Sluagh way, like snakes swatting each other. “Nice!” A pained expression crosses her face. >>
SpellWeavre: “I wish I could still sing, you could accompany me."
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca reveals her idealism by venturing, “I could still accompany you, softly, and maybe help you practice. I bet you still sing pretty!">>
MusicalRebecca: “Or maybe you could dance!” She dances a small step or two and then plays a few notes, “My sister dances. And I play for her."
SpellWeavre: “Hmm.” Seesy takes a fold of her chimerical robe between her fingers and holds it out like a ballerina's dress. “We could try that...!"
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca grins her joy and picks a tune. It lilts in just the right way to encourage dancing and draw out slightly more complicated and playful steps than most dancers usually accomplish.
MusicalRebecca: ((I think that one was too long again. Am I right? Did you miss it?))
SpellWeavre: ((Nope, got it!))
MusicalRebecca: ((Usually it's bad rp ettiquette to tell another rp-er what they're doing in your post, but I figured Satyr + playing instrument + a high performance stat. ...))
SpellWeavre: ((you've still given me room to describe my own spin on it, no worries.))
MusicalRebecca: ((good. thank you. I worried that I was treading on thin ice.))
SpellWeavre: Seesy waits a few beats, staring into the air and tapping with a foot, then moves with it. In the mundane world, she taps out a half-remembered >>
SpellWeavre: jig, while her chimerical self's eerily flexible form wobbles and shifts on top of that, her gown wafting sequins from side to side.
SpellWeavre: ((These characters will be like this--*upraised, crossed fingers*--like this, I tell you! ^_^))
MusicalRebecca: ((So far I agree! It makes me happy.))
MusicalRebecca: This being the first time she's accompanied a dancer since going through her Crysalis, the temptation to take her music one step further is >>
elfbennu: ::A cool wind whips across the playground. As the bell rings, you can feel something staring behind you.::
MusicalRebecca: irresistable and so she picks up the speed and raises the volume to try to call to the nearest children on the playground only for the bell to ring and >>
MusicalRebecca: her spirits to fall.
SpellWeavre: Seesy stops short. “Aww... huh?” She glances back over her shoulder.
elfbennu: ::The woman is outside the fence. She is beautiful beyond compare, but like an ice sculpture and just as cold. She arches an eyebrow directly at Moira, then turns away and drifts down the street.::
SpellWeavre: Seesy swallows hard. She takes two steps that direction, then checks herself as her friend Mary, passing by on the way in, >>
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca sits down on the bench once more, reaches for her bag and begins packing away her recorder, her focus totally with newly created memory.
SpellWeavre: calls out to her. Hastily, Seesy whispers to Rebecca, “I'll see you again at recess tomorrow, okay, Rebecca?” and heads in too.
SpellWeavre: ((Rebecca should maybe pocket the flyer, since it caught her eye earlier, and might be important if metagamey, heh))
elfbennu: ((Metagamey away))
MusicalRebecca: ((sounds good. curiosity cures the metagaming there))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca closes her book bag, still smiling inwardly, puts it and raises herself to stand before also walking towards class. After a few steps she realizes that playing with Seesy >>
MusicalRebecca: distracted her from what initially caught her attention and she doubles back to pick up the flyer and stick it in her pocket before going in to class.
elfbennu: ((we should probably close for the night here, since some of us have to go to bed in an hour))
MusicalRebecca: ((ok. you wanna have a closing group pow wow?))
SpellWeavre: ((I gathered, from the other window. Good session!))
elfbennu: ((Have two experience points, you two. And thanks for playing so well together!))
MusicalRebecca: That was fun. And thanks for the XP.
SpellWeavre: A case of serendipitous chargen, methinks. ^_^
MusicalRebecca: chargen?
SpellWeavre: Character generation.
MusicalRebecca: awh. nice.
Adults:
ABrownRecluse: Hello!
JeweledTortoise: Hello!
MusicalRebecca: Hiya there!
elfbennu: Well, let me start by giving you guys a little bit of the surroundings.
elfbennu: It's early May in South Logan, Minnesota, specifically May 3, 2006.
JeweledTortoise: Brrr!
elfbennu: Friday. It's a lovely day. South Logan is about 20 minutes from a larger city, St. Paul. College kids like to come here on weekends.
ABrownRecluse: Hooray!
elfbennu: A couple of the places people will need to know about: the high school and junior high are in the same building. Elementary school, K-6, is two blocks away.
JeweledTortoise: How's the quality of the school?
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elfbennu: Pretty good. There are a couple crap teachers, but also some really amazing ones. Big auditorium, tiny gym.
elfbennu: There is a more 'elite' high school across town, but none of you go there. :-)
MusicalRebecca: is there a rivalry between the two?
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elfbennu: Kinda. If you get into the other school, called Warrington, then you are either brilliant, rich, or both.
ObsidianGabriel: ((I didn't get all the info before the mention of the auditorium. :-) ))
elfbennu: But they have a very strict curriculum and don't get the freedom of classes you do.
MusicalRebecca: Understood.
elfbennu: Other questions! :-)
JeweledTortoise: What's the court like?
elfbennu: We are going to be missing a player tonight, but that's okay. And one is currently AWOL, but we assume he will bring his ass here soon.
MusicalRebecca: May we all introduce ourselves ooc? Or would you prefer we don't do that...
ObsidianGabriel: I'm fine with that. :-)
elfbennu: Feel free. Half the fun of this is to be with friends.
MusicalRebecca: *smile!* Anyway, I'm Dana. (No, I'm sorry, I'm not an alchoholic.)
elfbennu: I'll be typing about the courts and then deliver a whopping big post.
ABrownRecluse: There is no out of character! There is only zuul!
elfbennu: Weirdo!
ObsidianGabriel: hehe
ObsidianGabriel: Wesley here.
JeweledTortoise: I'm Cori!
SpellWeavre: Edward, mew.
ABrownRecluse: I'm Mike!
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JeweledTortoise: Well, look who it is. ;-)
MusicalRebecca: And welcome, Reid. Just in time for introductions.
ObsidianGabriel: :-)
lifeguardzen: Sorry I'm late. Wasnt outta the pool till 6:30
ABrownRecluse: Am I strong? Listen, bud, I've got radioactive blood.
JeweledTortoise: Good job.
ABrownRecluse: Hooray!
elfbennu: Okay, there are very, very few changelings about. That is something odd about South Logan. There are lots and lots of chimera roming the streets, infesting buildings, but almost no actual changelings live here. If they live anywhere, it's in St. Paul. The nearest real freehold is about 70 miles away. Politically speaking, you are in the County of Northern Grain, the Court is the Court of the Silver Menagerie, ruled over by Baroness Yuxania of Eliuned. She does report to the Duke Gabriel, but very little is really known about him. He issues orders every now and then, but it's Yuxania's territory.
JeweledTortoise: Does anyone have chat logging? I can't figure out whether I do or not.
MusicalRebecca: I do.
elfbennu: I do.
MusicalRebecca: what program are you using?
elfbennu: Whoops! The Duke is actually a Count. Sorry. Forgot my notes. Count Gabriel.
JeweledTortoise: Newest version of AIM. Crap on a crap cracker.
elfbennu: Also, I will be taking each session and posting them online in my little online vault, so we have it all together.
JeweledTortoise: Yay!
MusicalRebecca: then I have no clue. Trillian creates logs and I know one of the old versions of AIM created logs in a very hidden away, out of thw way place.
MusicalRebecca: *the
elfbennu: And while I'm rambling, one more thing. I do not keep track of your merits. That's your job. I keep track of flaws. (evil laugh). But feel free to ask questions, get definitions, etc.
elfbennu: Okay, there are very, very few changelings about. That is something odd about South Logan. There are lots and lots of chimera roming the streets, infesting buildings, but almost no actual changelings live here. If they live anywhere, it's in St. Paul. The nearest real freehold is about 70 miles away.
elfbennu: Politically speaking, you are in the County of Northern Grain, the Court is the Court of the Silver Menagerie, ruled over by Baroness Yuxania of Eliuned. She does report to the Duke Gabriel, but very little is really known about him. He issues orders every now and then, but it's Yuxania's territory.
ObsidianGabriel: Hmm... need mood music...
MusicalRebecca: Yeah, I'm finally learning how to make those merits work for me. It took a little while to figure 'em out and apply them.
elfbennu: I would also like to remind people you cannot make your posts too long, or they won't show up.
elfbennu: Okay, my trillian is being stupid. Can you read this?
JeweledTortoise: Yes
lifeguardzen: Yes.
SpellWeavre: Aye.
ObsidianGabriel: Yes, I can read that. :-)
ABrownRecluse: Yes.
MusicalRebecca: mmhmm.
elfbennu: Okay...there are very, very few changelings about. That is something odd about South Logan. There are lots and lots of chimera roaming the streets and infesting buildings, but almost no actual changelings live here.
JeweledTortoise: Nice chimera or mean chimera?
elfbennu: If they live anywhere, it's St. Paul. The nearest real freehold is about 70 miles away.
elfbennu: Politically, you are in the county of Northern Grain, the Court of the Silver Menagerie, ruled over by Baroness Yuxania of Eliuned. She does report to Count Gabriel, but very little is known about him.
elfbennu: He issues orders every now and then, but it's Yuxania's turf.
JeweledTortoise: Is she a nice Baroness or a mean Baroness?
elfbennu: She is firm, but not a bitch.
JeweledTortoise: Do we start the game knowing each other?
lifeguardzen: What about the town as far as mortals are concerned? Population, industry, fine arts?
elfbennu: About 35,000, mostly Christian folks, with a “cute” Jewish population (small and strong.)
elfbennu: Most of the industry, as odd as it sounds, comes in export and import. Someone needs to keep track of it, ship it, receive it, etc. Lots of trains.
elfbennu: Also, I would like the owner of Cafe Noir to explain it please.
JeweledTortoise: Remember, don't type too much at once or we won't see it.
ObsidianGabriel: Did you see both entries so far?
lifeguardzen: Havent seen any.
JeweledTortoise: No, nothing yet
elfbennu: Nope.
ABrownRecluse: Nothing
ObsidianGabriel: That'sa me. Gabriel Gardener owns Cafe Noir. It is a cafe, but it is mostly open for dinner clientele. It's only been in town about a year and is run by the Sidhe Chef, Gabriel, and a Nocker Manager, Nicole.
ObsidianGabriel: How about that?
JeweledTortoise: Yep!
ObsidianGabriel: It is a more ritzy place in a town, and focuses on atmosphere and the “dining experience".
ObsidianGabriel: The Decorations tend to change from week to week. It is built in an old corner movie theatre, and the restaraunt is in the now renovated lobby area.
ObsidianGabriel: The actual theatre is still intact, though not functional anymore, nor accessible to the public.
ObsidianGabriel: Get all four entries?
ABrownRecluse: Yes.
ObsidianGabriel: Ok. That's it. :-)
MusicalRebecca: nifty
JeweledTortoise: Sidhe chef, say that three times fast...
SpellWeavre: Side chef's sea shells by the seashore?
SpellWeavre: (side=sidhe, bleh)
JeweledTortoise: See, it's hard to even type! =)
SpellWeavre: ^_^
ObsidianGabriel: hee!
elfbennu: Awesome. There is also a more casual place in town, the Jack Knife.
elfbennu: The Jack Knife is run by a boggan, Jack, who has a VIP room for only changelings. It's not much, but it meas you can be alone.
elfbennu: His place has a small bar and stage areas.
MusicalRebecca: does “small bar” mean children aren't allowed?
MusicalRebecca: or that they aren't allowed after a certain time of evening?
JeweledTortoise: No booze for you!
ABrownRecluse: I don't know, I think a small bar would welcome short people.
lifeguardzen: What about the high school students?
MusicalRebecca: *pouts in corner* But Mommy, I want booze!
elfbennu: Just no booze. Kind of like Cherry Street.
elfbennu: He also has a rule - no politics in his place. At all.
MusicalRebecca: understood (on both accounts).
lifeguardzen: No discussing politics?
elfbennu: None.
JeweledTortoise: Of any sort?
elfbennu: None.
elfbennu: He hates politics.
SpellWeavre: And as it's his place, I guess he gets to define what counts as “political"...
elfbennu: He gets cranky and has been known to kick people out if they persist.
JeweledTortoise: Westlaw says it's not illegal for minors to go into bars in Minnesota as long as they don't try to get alcohol. =)
ObsidianGabriel: Yeah, I already spoke with him. He gives an initial warning the first time... then kicks you out the second.
ObsidianGabriel: haha
ObsidianGabriel: A legal tortoise!
elfbennu: Other questions?
JeweledTortoise: What's the use of having every state statute at your fingertips if you can't use them for completely frivolous purposes?
JeweledTortoise: Do we know each other before the game starts?
MusicalRebecca: I somehow doubt it given some of the characters' backgrounds.
ObsidianGabriel: Gabriel's been in town for about 1 1/2 years.
ABrownRecluse: Sluagh, at least, know who Steve is, at least by reputation.
JeweledTortoise: If anyone else is at the high school, I'm hard to miss.
elfbennu: You would know a litlte more 'of' each other than anything else. For example, it's hard to ignore a tortoise girl walking around.
SpellWeavre: Steve's got what reputation, then?
elfbennu: But Cori and Dana's characters are pretty new, in their ways.
MusicalRebecca: yup. I really doubt any of your character's will know, or even really know of, mine.
SpellWeavre: And mine's newly Exalt-- er, Awake-- er, Changeling-ified, so I can know or not know whatever's desired.
lifeguardzen: Stephen (Sluagh) is also new in town. Just moved there actualy.
ABrownRecluse: Son of a gun, you're also named Stephen?
SpellWeavre: (as Winamp chooses the Stardust Fanfare from Katamari Damacy: Chrysalis TADA!)
ObsidianGabriel: haha
elfbennu: Mwa ha ha! Names collide! Kith, too!
ObsidianGabriel: That's beautiful!
JeweledTortoise: Danica's family moved to town a month ago.
MusicalRebecca: uh oh... That might just provide for some unintended fun.
ABrownRecluse: Steve Ditko has lived in the area his whole life, and has been a changeling for a couple of years now.
JeweledTortoise: “Yeah, you know, go find that sneaky guy named Steve...” “Which one?” “The Sluagh.” “Uh..."
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca's family moved to town roughly two years ago but she only went through her Chrysalis two days ago.
elfbennu: And has not been back to school since.
JeweledTortoise: Sounds good to me, I'm ready!
ABrownRecluse: Works for me!
elfbennu: All in? Or something?
MusicalRebecca: I'm ready.
elfbennu: That's 3.
lifeguardzen: Well this should be interesting. I'm ready to get rolling.
elfbennu: 4.
SpellWeavre: Hey, I'm clueless, but that works to my advantage. Whenever!
MusicalRebecca: well, I don't know where we are or whatnot but I'm game to start.
lifeguardzen: I assume the scene is going to get set for us.
MusicalRebecca: that's what I assume as well.
ObsidianGabriel: ready
elfbennu: Okay. I'd like to separate the groups at first, which is the glory of online gaming. Kids - Dana and Ed, we need to form a separate chat. All those over 15 get to stay here and hang out. And Jewel? It's an institute day. No school for you.
MusicalRebecca: Different chatrooms for OOC and IC stuff then?
ObsidianGabriel: Doesn't matter to me. ST?
MusicalRebecca: oh, no. I was invited to a different chatroom.
MusicalRebecca: I was curious why.
elfbennu: No, it was just because you are in different places. So I can run two scenes at once.
elfbennu: Now go see if you could see what I posted.
elfbennu: Adults!
elfbennu: (or something)
ABrownRecluse: That's I!
ObsidianGabriel: And me.
MusicalRebecca: awh. OK. So should I close this window or do they have a different window for them?
lifeguardzen: And me.
JeweledTortoise: ::Raises hand:: Did I mention I'm 21? ;-)
elfbennu: It's a lovely day. Brilliant blue sky, a few clouds, and everything seems a little brighter. Balloons float from nowhere to join the clouds.
elfbennu: And at Cafe Noir, quiet conversation wafts through the afternoon, punctuated every so often by a “Fuck!” from the backroom.
ObsidianGabriel: *There is a large glass window that gives viewing to the food being cooked and the lone chef inside.*
elfbennu: None of the patrons or the regular passersby seem to notice certain light blue papers pinned to windows, doorframes, and lamp posts:
elfbennu: “To the Common Kith of South Logan, heretofore declared Northern Grain County,” says the lovely script.
elfbennu: “By royal decress of the Exalted Count Gabriel ap Ailil from his Throne of Broken Glass, each citizen maintaining residence, or otherwise utilizing the resources and protection provided by the Court of the Silver Menagerie...
elfbennu: “...must provide a tithe to the aforementioned court of no less than two globules of dross. This tithe is to be delivered to your representative Barony by May 20th..."
elfbennu: “...and denoted as being a County tithe. Failure of individual citizens to pay this tithe will result in the following judgements: For Commoners, a failure to deliver this tithe will result in punishment as decided by the Commoner Council."
elfbennu: " “...and denoted as being a County tithe. Failure of individual citizens to pay this tithe will result in the following judgements..."
elfbennu: “For Commoners, a failure to deliver this tithe will result in punishment as decided by the Commoner Counsil."
elfbennu: “Should no Counsil be available, the judgement for commoners shall be made according to the judgement of the local Barony."
elfbennu: “Nobles failing to pay their tithe shall be dealt with by Count Gabriel directly."
elfbennu: “Should there be any questions, your local Reeve Nicole shall be made available for assistance."
elfbennu: ((that's the whole thing))
JeweledTortoise: ::Reads the sign outside the cafe, scratches her head with stubby fingers:: Two cups in a pint, how many pints in a globule?
elfbennu: ((please give descs))
ObsidianGabriel: *The chef behind the glass, being Sidhe, is attractive beyond mortal compare. He wears red and gold loose pants and sleeveless shirt...*
JeweledTortoise: *Is a small tortoise pooka, she looks to be about eleven years old, and has not yet hit five feet in height. Her shell has a gorgeous yellow star pattern on a black field, and sticks out several feet from her body in back*
ABrownRecluse: ::In his changeling mien, Stefan Ditko is tall and disquietingly sturdy for a sluagh. His muscles are at odd angles, as if they've been put there funny. His very utilitarian clothing has been rustling, or maybe muttering
ABrownRecluse: since he came in. His hair is very black, his skin oddly brownish-white, and his eyes an alarming shade of green::
ObsidianGabriel: *... which has in it spaces for his large black, feathery wings to arch out of. He smiles a friendly smile as he exits the kitchen and serves one of the mortal clientele.*
elfbennu: The client stares at him dreamily. “Th...thanks,” she smiles.
ObsidianGabriel: *His hair is as black as his wings, long, thick, and almost feathery.*
JeweledTortoise: *In mortal mien, she looks like she's wearing a very large backpack*
ObsidianGabriel: *He smiles and winks at the customer, and walks casually to the room where the resounding “Fuck!” was heard.*
JeweledTortoise: ::Takes down one of the blue signs, goes into the cafe for more information::
JeweledTortoise: ::Looks around, sits down at an empty table and reads the whole missive again::
elfbennu: The cafe is not that full at all. Merely the googly eyed patron and a quiet man sitting in the corner, writing.
lifeguardzen: Glides down the street with an almost disturbing grace. Grabs one of the signs as he walks into the cafe.
ABrownRecluse: *A voice from the corner, louder than a sluagh should ever be, hisses something about “steak! tartar!” Steve begins having an animated, sibilant, and very quiet conversation with the side of his leg*
ObsidianGabriel: *leans against a doorframe towards the back of the restaraunt and chats with a smile to the person inside, looking with a sparkle in his eyes towards the new customers*
lifeguardzen: *Straight dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tail underneath a grey top hat. He is rather skinny, even emaceated under his tailed grey victorian suit.
elfbennu: The man with the pen stares for a moment at the wiry sluagh and bends closer over his notebook.
JeweledTortoise: ::Glances up at the new arrival, raises one eyebrow and tucks herself down a little in her shell::
lifeguardzen: ::Nodds to the pooka, then moves to the back and finds a seat in a corner::
ABrownRecluse: *With a look of monumental dissatisfaction on his face, Steve gets up from his seat and heads straight for the man in charge, stopping to exchange a sibilant hello with the other sluagh*
ObsidianGabriel: *Smiles broadly walking from the office, stretching his wings as he walks up to... Steve*
ObsidianGabriel: Yes sir, have you been helped yet?
ABrownRecluse: *whispers, even for a sluagh* We need...steak. tartar. *shoots a baleful look down at the sheath at his waist* And that's all you get today.
ObsidianGabriel: *With deep respect, Gabriel bows his head* “Will that be all for now sir?"
ObsidianGabriel: “A drink, perhaps?"
JeweledTortoise: ::Glances at the sluagh in the corner, blinks, looks twice, then away::
lifeguardzen: ::Stares you straight in the eye when you glance over.::
JeweledTortoise: ::Pulls her head into her shell completely::
ABrownRecluse: No, thank you. That will be all. *shoots a look down at his leg, then stares at the floor, then at Stephen, turns and heads his way*
lifeguardzen: ::Smiles, and then flags down a waiter to order.::
ObsidianGabriel: “Thank you sir. I'll have that ready soon for you.” *Walks briskly, yet dreamily, over to the Sluagh in the corner, picking up a menu on the way to casually hand it to him*
ObsidianGabriel: “I'm sorry for your wait sir. A waitress should be out to help you momentarily. May I get you a drink while you look over the menu?"
lifeguardzen: ::Glances over the menu:: “weak tea, cold prefferably"
JeweledTortoise: ::Uncoils herself, blushing slightly, and reads over the blue paper a third time::
lifeguardzen: ::Nods to Steve as he aproaches the table::
ObsidianGabriel: “Right away, sir.” *Walks over to the Pooka, on the way asking the mundane client if she's enjoying her steak, and picking up another menu.*
ABrownRecluse: *engages in a sluagh-volume conversation with Stephen*
elfbennu: ((I wanna see!))
ObsidianGabriel: To the Tortoise, “My lady, would you like me to get you a drink while you browse the menu? Do you have anyone... else with you this afternoon?"
JeweledTortoise: ::Looks up... and up... at the gorgeous chef, blushes bright red all over:: Um...
ObsidianGabriel: “Not sure yet? Alright then dear. Take your time."
JeweledTortoise: Actually, I was wondering, uh, do you know where I can find out more about this? ::Lifts edge of blue paper::
ObsidianGabriel: *glances at the paper with a slightly furrowed brow, but still smiling* “Yes. You need to speak with Nicole? Follow me please."
ObsidianGabriel: *Gestures towards the room of previous exclamation with his wing, and leads the way*
JeweledTortoise: ::Hops off her chair, follows him at a speed appropriate to a tortoise with short legs::
ObsidianGabriel: *On the way over, Gabriel bends down to whisper in the Pooka's ear, covering his mouth with his hand and wing.*
ABrownRecluse: *makes a weird, hissing sort of whisper*
ObsidianGabriel: *smiles and stands again* “This way, little one."
JeweledTortoise: ::Blinks her beady black eyes, nods at him, follows him into the other room::
ObsidianGabriel: *nocks on the door* “Nikki, are yah decent? A friend of yours is here, wanted to see you."
ABrownRecluse: *follows the pooka and the sidhe as politely, and quickly as possible::
JeweledTortoise: ::Gives an odd look to the Sidhe, but stays silent::
elfbennu: “Yah, what?” A nocker is curled on the floor, surrounded in bags of flour and accounting books. She's startlingly beautiful, for a nocker, but does not smile. “Oh furk,” she mutters.
elfbennu: “So? You need me?"
ObsidianGabriel: “Yes. This lady...” *looks for a moment at the Sluagh, but quickly regains himself* “... and gent wanted to speak with you, I believe."
JeweledTortoise: ::Blinks, opens and closes her mouth:: Um... can you tell me what I should do about this, please? I don't know any of this stuff."
JeweledTortoise: ::Proffers paper::
ABrownRecluse: *whispers irritably at the pooka's back until he is pointed out, immediately takes a half-step back* Uh, yesssss, sure.
elfbennu: :The nocker snatches the paper and glances it over.: It' s an issue from the Count. Questions?"
JeweledTortoise: ::Takes a step back, bumping into the sluagh with her shell:: “Um... how much is a globule, and where does it go?"
elfbennu: “Just a little. Not too much. A hint. But you need two.” She holds up two fingers. “This many."
ABrownRecluse: Oof...*takes a step back when the pooka goes his way, but has a very satisfied look on his face*
JeweledTortoise: ::Pulls into her shell enough so just her eyes and the top of her head poke out:: Are you the one who's supposed to explain things?
ABrownRecluse: *whispers to something in his hand, bends down and puts it on the floor*
elfbennu: “Depends on who you ask. And what you want to know.” Her face softens a little. “But you don't know much, huh?"
ObsidianGabriel: *puts hands on hips and looks upset* “Unfortunately, yes she is. Though if I had my way of it she wouldn't have anything to do with that Count."
elfbennu: She flicks him off.
JeweledTortoise: Nope, not a bit ::Her voice is echoey from in the shell:: Where do we take the globules?
ObsidianGabriel: *curtsies mockingly and with a smile towards Nicole* “With that I say adieu!” *stage whispers to the Sluagh* “May the Lord be with you when dealing with her.” *and winks at him a buddy-like wink...*
elfbennu: “To me. I'll bring them all to Yuxania. You've got some time. Go raid an antique store or goodwill. Or maybe even bring some of your own, if you can give it up."
ObsidianGabriel: *...heading off toward the kitchen.*
JeweledTortoise: ::Seems to be thinking about that, rocking back and forth on stubby legs::
elfbennu: Gabriel almost collides with the waitress.
lifeguardzen: *smirk*
ABrownRecluse: *shoots a sharp glare at his sheath again, looks relieved when it remains silent* “Thank you."
ABrownRecluse: If you don't actually know anyone, I can put you in touch with a good dealer.
ObsidianGabriel: “There you are! Oh, don't worry about it sweetie. Listen, we just got a bunch of customers. I'll get their drinks, but could you see to them please dearie? Thanks!” *puts on apron as he walks to the stove*
JeweledTortoise: Okay, thanks. ::Folds the paper into quarters and tucks it into her shell:: I'm sure there are lots of places to find that sort of thing... ::wanders slowly back into the dining room, looking uncertain::
elfbennu: A waitress with thick wavey hair and freckles smiles at Danica. “Can I get you anything, sweetie?"
JeweledTortoise: Can I have a coke and a small salad with extra carrots, please?” ::Sits back down, rummages in her shell for a notebook and pen::
ABrownRecluse: *slides back to his seat, looking a little disquieted, immediately begins writing in his notebook again*
elfbennu: For those who see him, the sidhe cooking is quite impressive. He makes a powerful image, but graceful all at the same time.
elfbennu: “You got it,” smiles the waitress. She heads over to our more verbal sluagh friend (Recluse). “Hi! Welcome to Cafe Noir. I'm Audry. Can I get you something?"
ABrownRecluse: *the _soul_ of politeness* I'm the raw steak.
JeweledTortoise: ::Glances occasionally at the chef, turning bright red each time she does so, begins doodling in her book::
ObsidianGabriel: *Dings a bell in the kitchen*
elfbennu: “I bet you are,” replies the waitress. “I'll be back with that shortly.” She scribbles on a notepad and hurries back to the kitchen.
ObsidianGabriel: *Begins cooking the Sluagh's (Recluse) order he received before*
ABrownRecluse: *To clarify, Steve is sitting at the edge of sluagh conversational distance from his colleague, while keeping an eye on the room at large*
elfbennu: She returns with a witled salad and stale bread to the more quiet sluagh (Reid). “Here you are, sir. May I get you anything to drink?"
ObsidianGabriel: *begins and finishes the salad, putting in many extra carrots, and starts presenting the steak, dings the bell*
lifeguardzen: “Weak tea, cool prefferably."
JeweledTortoise: ::Swings her legs under her chair, finishes a nice sketch of Geochelone Danica, flips to a clean notebook page to brainstorm ideas for globules::
elfbennu: She flashes a smile. “Of course,” and heads back.
elfbennu: Audrey lays her new find, the steak, down for the verbose sluagh. “Here you are, sir. Tartar sauce and all. Will there be anything else?"
ObsidianGabriel: *Barry White begins to play softly on the speaker system of the restaraunt*
lifeguardzen: *twitches when this starts*
elfbennu: (it is served properly. Tartar sauce is a joke)
ABrownRecluse: *gives the steak the eye, then is all smiles for the waitress. He has only two tiny buds of teeth in his fae mien* “None, thank you."
JeweledTortoise: ::Hums along with the music, seeming to be in no hurry to actually write anything down on her brainstorming list::
elfbennu: “Yes, sir. Well, let me know if you need anything.” Room covered, the mundane heads back to the kitchen area.
elfbennu: And salad! “Here you go,” Audrey lands the plate in front of the turtle girl. “Sorry that took so long."
ObsidianGabriel: *finishes up the remaining drinks and food, then takes off the apron and washes hands. Whispers something to the waitress, then heads out to the customer area.*
JeweledTortoise: Thank you very much. ::Begins folding her lettuce leaves and eating them one at a time with great relish::
ABrownRecluse: *Steve reaches down to his belt, carefully opens the sheath, and takes out what looks like an old, exceptionally sharp table knife.
ABrownRecluse: The knife, in a voice like the box monster from Making Fiends, cries “Meat! Blood!” Steve goes through the motions of eating the steak while hundreds of tiny spiders crawl out of the knife, swarm the steak,
ABrownRecluse: and then scuttle back inside when they are sated and the steak is almost gone.*
JeweledTortoise: ::Gives the knife a wide-eyed look, stares at the steak, and disappears inside her shell::
lifeguardzen: ::Watches with great interest::
elfbennu: ((don't forget there are mundanes here. You may want to desc some of these also in mortal seeming))
ObsidianGabriel: *walks over to the spider Sluagh's table* “Mind if I have a seat sir?"
ABrownRecluse: *whispers, sounding as if he's straining to be audible to the room* “Are you finished?” *The knife says, reluctantly* “Yes...” *Steve carefully wipes and cleans it, then sheathes it again* “Now, none
ABrownRecluse: of that in public again. Bad manners."
JeweledTortoise: ::In mortal mien, she hunches down into her shirt, hugging her arms to her chest and pulling up her legs::
lifeguardzen: “Please feel free to join us."
ABrownRecluse: ::In mortal mien, Steve is an oddly skinny, outdoorsy-looking guy who's been talking quiet with this other guy in the corner. He is wearing adorably Goth black jeans and black flannel::
lifeguardzen: ::Mortal mien Sphen is wearing black slacks and a washed out grey button down. His hair is gressy and unkempt a there deep circles under his eyes::
ObsidianGabriel: *Mortal Mien, Gabriel is wearing similar clothes, though not nearly as colorful or bright. His hair is cut short. He is extremely strong and muscular looking in both miens, though slightly less...*
ObsidianGabriel: *... dreamy and attractive in his mortal Mien.*
JeweledTortoise: ::Mortal Danica is wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt with a logo for the Brevard County Zoo on it. She's wearing an extremely large backpack, even sitting down::
ObsidianGabriel: “Thank you sirs.” *takes a seat* “I am Sir Gabriel, but I don't worry too much about the title. It's nice to see some lighter folk in the shop.” *smiles a very friendly and sincere smile*
lifeguardzen: ::Smilling and nodding:: “The welcome is apriceated good sir."
ObsidianGabriel: *does not show interest in the blade when it speaks*
ObsidianGabriel: “And how may I address you gentleman?"
JeweledTortoise: ::Pokes her head from her shell just enough to follow the conversation::
ABrownRecluse: “It's always a pleasure to sit in the company of the nobility, especially a man who runs such a fine establishment. You honor your title with such work."
ObsidianGabriel: ((*gentlemen))
lifeguardzen: “Sphen, most recently from the Kingdom of Pacifica."
ABrownRecluse: “Sssstefan Ditkowssski.” *only punches up the sibilants a little, because this is a nice sidhe*
ObsidianGabriel: *blinks* “You flatter me sir. I am well aware that my craft is still growing. I do not think the title of Knight is particularly befitting of a chef..."
ObsidianGabriel: “... There is little combat involved, at least in my kitchen. And it is a pleasure to meet you both, Stefan and Sphen."
ObsidianGabriel: “But this may not be the best place to speak of such things. Maybe I can meet you both at the Jack Knife later tonight? We're closing early today, so I have the night off."
JeweledTortoise: ::Relaxes enough to start attacking her carrots again, still listening to the conversation in the back::
lifeguardzen: “Perhapss Sssso. I do have ssome erands to run thisss afternoon."
ObsidianGabriel: *glances across the dining room casually*
ABrownRecluse: “Should I dresss for businesss or pleasure?"
ObsidianGabriel: *laughs heartily* “Have you ever been to the Jack Knife, friend?"
ObsidianGabriel: ((If that line isn't a good segue, I don't know what is. ;-) ))
ABrownRecluse: “I've hung around in the corner.” *hisses with laughter*
elfbennu: ((But if only Sean were here!))
elfbennu: The waitress walks up to Danica. “Excuse me,” Audrey smiles, “but would you like anything else? It's on the house."
ObsidianGabriel: *grins at both Sluagh* “You two seem like good and sly company to have around. We should go there if we have the time, unless either of you can think of something better?"
lifeguardzen: “Not at the moment, but I have business to attend to.” ::finishes salad:: “I will sssee you gentelmen later.” ::Puts down enough to cover the meal with a decent tip and starts to leave.::
JeweledTortoise: ::Jumps a little, then smiles at the waitress. “Could I just have another coke, please?"
ABrownRecluse: “A party?” *a pause.* “I love a party."
ObsidianGabriel: *waves* “See you around Sphen. Stop by anytime."
elfbennu: “Sure. No cookies or anything? Mr. Gardner makes some mean cookies."
JeweledTortoise: No thank you, I'm on a diet.
ABrownRecluse: “Excuse me just one moment.” *gets up, gingerly heads for the pooka's table*
JeweledTortoise: ::Gives a significant glance to the sheathed blade, but keeps her head up for once::
ABrownRecluse: “Hello, but I couldn't help but notice your shirt. Are you a frequent visitor?"
JeweledTortoise: ::Pokes her head down into her shell to check her shirt:: “Have you been there?"
ABrownRecluse: “Only once. I delivered some specimins to Scott McMann, he gave our class a tour."
JeweledTortoise: ::Brightens up:: “Did he give you the Nighttime World tour? With the bats and the scorpions under the blacklight?"
ABrownRecluse: *a hissing sort of laugh, and a big smile* “Yeah, wasn't it great? I just about died. I wish we had the budget for something like that up here."
ObsidianGabriel: *Takes the opportunity to walk back to Nicole's office*
JeweledTortoise: “Did you hear that the Minnesota zoo in St. Paul has four new Komodo dragons in their reptile house? And that they brought in an expert all the way from Florida to take care of them? ::She looks very proud::
ObsidianGabriel: *knocks on her door* “Hey, how you doing?” *leans against the doorframe again, ruffling wings momentarily*
ABrownRecluse: “I heard about the dragons, not the specialist. My friends live...elsewhere.” *wicked little snicker, before giving Danica a long look* “Hmm. A child prodigy, eh?"
JeweledTortoise: “Would you believe I'm sixteen?” ::Gives him a perky smile:: “If you know Scott McMann, did you meet Peter Holmes at Brevard?"
ABrownRecluse: “I saw him, but didn't meet him. Entomology senior class trip, we didn't meet the other departments much. Reptile house, yes?"
elfbennu: “why,” Nicole snaps quietly.
ObsidianGabriel: “Oh, I don't know... I figured, you being my sister and all I'd check up on you from time to time, maybe ask if you'd like some lunch...” *grins at Nicole*
JeweledTortoise: “Did you know that he's one of the top three reptile keepers in the country, and an expert in the breeding of rare reptiles?"
ABrownRecluse: ::the soul of politeness:: “Why, no, I hadn't heard. Tell me more."
JeweledTortoise: “It's not really that interesting if you're not a reptile person. Do you work at a zoo?"
elfbennu: “Yeah,” and she actually smiles. “Maybe a tuna melt?"
ObsidianGabriel: *suddenly looks serious* “Careful, Nikki. You keep smiling and your face might get stuck that way.” *Raises an eyebrow and points at her* “I'll have your tuna melt in five minutes.” *walks to the kitchen*
ABrownRecluse: “I'm a graduate student at the University of Minneapolis, actually. I specialize in spiders. But you probably figured that."
JeweledTortoise: “Is that where you got the knife?"
elfbennu: *Nicole lets her face blacken, then lowers one eyelid in a serious wink at Gabe*
ABrownRecluse: *A small, dark voice* “Pfah!"
JeweledTortoise: “Well, that's not at all disturbing...” ::Sinks into her shell a little::
ObsidianGabriel: *says, “Bless you!” to the voice saying “pfah!” as he walks by*
ABrownRecluse: “That's enough out of you.” ::He informs the sheath sternly:: “Grumpy chimera have to eat meat substitute.” ::looks back up at Danica:: “He's an heirloom. And much less dangerous than he thinks he is."
elfbennu: ((okay, time to wrap it up. I believe the plan was to meet at the Jack Knife later?))
lifeguardzen: ((Yup.))
JeweledTortoise: “I see... Well, I'd better get home, or my mom's going to wonder where on earth I am.” ::-Digs in her shell, pulls out a handful of slightly-wrinkled dollar bills.:
ObsidianGabriel: ((mmhmm))
elfbennu: “Hey,” the waitress smiles. “I said it was on the house, sweetie."
JeweledTortoise: ((I don't think I got in on that plan.))
JeweledTortoise: ::Smiles at the waitress:: “Isn't it always polite to tip a good waitress?"
ABrownRecluse: “If you can get out, stop by the Jack Knife some time. They've got a lot of plants...if not, I'll see you around. I'm Steve."
elfbennu: “Well, I can't object to good manners,” she winks and turns away.
JeweledTortoise: “If Peter Holmes rings any bells, maybe Danica Holmes does too? I might try to get out tonight, if it's not past my bedtime."
JeweledTortoise: ::Slides off the chair, tucks her notebook back into her shell and heads out with one last shy smile for the chef::
ABrownRecluse: ::leaves as big a tip as he can, leaves with a pleased look on his face::
JeweledTortoise: ::As Steve leaves, he sees Danica driving off in a small car, her head barely showing above the windshield::
ObsidianGabriel: *notices the two of them leaving and waves to them both with a smile* “Come back anytime, please!"
ABrownRecluse: ::Steve goes and lies down for a while when the implications of that become clear::
JeweledTortoise: ((Whee!))
lifeguardzen: ((glad I didnt see that))
elfbennu: ((see what?))
ObsidianGabriel: ((??))
elfbennu: ((Danica is a cute driver!))
ABrownRecluse: ((The terror!))
JeweledTortoise: ((She just gets pulled over a lot. She keeps her license, registration, and proof of insurance on the seat next to her.))
lifeguardzen: ((Somthing with reaction times that slow should not be driving when it can barely see))
elfbennu: ((Hee! We should probably close there for the night. I'd love to segway to the Jack Knife, but we'd be up really late for that and I know some of us have work and class tomorrow.))
JeweledTortoise: ((Sounds good to me))
ABrownRecluse: ((Prolly so. Plus, the missing Sean.))
lifeguardzen: ((Which Sean is this?))
ObsidianGabriel: ((Want us to make sure to e-mail you the other IC stuff not shown in chat?))
ObsidianGabriel: ((I spoke to Sean. He said he won't be here next week either?))
elfbennu: ((Yes please.))
elfbennu: ((Sean Murphy. My Sean.))
lifeguardzen: ((Someone I do not know.))
JeweledTortoise: ((When we reconvene, will we just jump to nighttime, then?))
lifeguardzen: Works for me, assuming some DT gets outta the way first.))
ObsidianGabriel: ((Can DT be bluebooked, i.e., via e-mail instead of chat for some of the less exciting aspects of DT please?))
elfbennu: ((yep!))
ABrownRecluse: Yay! That was a fun game!
ObsidianGabriel: Cori's character is so cute!
MusicalRebecca: I'm here now, too, if that's ok. I figured we're all ooc again.
ObsidianGabriel: Yeah. :-)
JeweledTortoise: =)
ObsidianGabriel: How did the kids do?
JeweledTortoise: I have a shell! And a Neon!
elfbennu: Thank you all for playing with me. When we next convene, we will flash ahead to the Jack Knife.
ObsidianGabriel: Awesome.