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* Moon Dancer comes from the back, whistling and carrying a towel over his left arm... * Moon Dancer wipes up a wet spot on the bar, and lights two lanterns behind the bar. * Moon Dancer proceeds to light the rest of the lanterns, and unlocks the door. <Moon Dancer> Another night, and we're open for business! * Moon Dancer walks back to the bar, and whistles. A mug jogs from the kitchen and hops up onto the bar. * Philister walks into the Hall, looks around, and ambles up to the bar. * Moon Dancer fills a the mug with a dark ale. <Philister> Well met. It's been a while, hasn't it? * Bai enters looking like he's been on the road far too long. * Moon Dancer turns to Phil. <Moon Dancer> Evening. What can I get you? * Zoya barely glances at the other patrons as she strides in, hood covering her face. She walks straight to the bar, reaches over, and pulls on a tap. A mug races for it, but a puddle of something dark spills on the bar. * Bai walks to the bar, leans his staff against the wall and sits down on a stool. <Zoya> Interesting. * Moon Dancer rubs his eyes slightly, in disbelief... <Moon Dancer> Are you...? * Moon Dancer nods to the lady just entering. <Philister> A mug of the house meade should serve. It always did before. * Philister smiles <Moon Dancer> Evening, ma'am... * Tyl walks in, hood pulled up... looks around and chooses a poorly lit table and sits down * Moon Dancer looks at the gnome, wondering. <Moon Dancer> Coming right up... * Zoya pulls a piece of paper from her cloak and begins to scribble on it. * Moon Dancer fills a a mug with the house ale, and hands it to Phil. * Bai surveys the room, looking to see what's changed. * Philister accepts the mug graciously. * Moon Dancer looks at the mug, and takes it back. <Moon Dancer> Sorry. <Moon Dancer> That's ale, Mr.... * Philister shrugs <Zoya> <under her breath>..then if the *left* ventricle opens... * Zoya scribbles furiously * Moon Dancer glances at the nurse at table four... <Philister> I'm so thirsty, that right now almost anything damp would be welcome. * Moon Dancer hands the mug back to Phil. <Moon Dancer> You sure? * Aleksandr slips quietly through the door. He looks around, taking in the sight for a moment, then smiles. <Philister> Positive. Lemme prove it to you. <Aleksandr> It's been a long time... * Philister takes a large gulp of the ale. * Moon Dancer looks down the bar, and notices Bai. And stares... * Moon Dancer whispers something. * Tyl pulls out a few coins, sets them on the table... * Moon Dancer doesn't notice the money dropped on the bar... * Zoya seems to have forgotten the paper. An elaborate sketch resembling nothing whatsoever in the Hall spills over the edges of the paper and begins to grow on the bartop. * Moon Dancer or the table, for that matter. * Tyl stands one coin on edge... it wobbles but remain upright... * Tyl stand another coin on edge, on top of the first coin... * Moon Dancer walks slowly over to Bai, and puts his hand on Bai's shoulder. <Moon Dancer> ::quietly:: Where is she? <Bai> Hello Moon Dancer. Still in one piece I see. * Philister watches MD and Bai. <Tyl> [you can actually do that with Spanish coins, you know...] <Moon Dancer> ::still quietly:: Where _is_ she? * Aleksandr squints, eyeing the other patrons speculatively. <Bai> Your guess is as good as mine. Why don't you get me some Mist of the Peaks while I can enjoy it. ::grins:: * Moon Dancer blinks a couple of times, and looks behind Bai. * Zoya picks up the mug that caught her spill and takes a gulp without bothering to turn off the tap. <Moon Dancer> She's not with you? * Moon Dancer absentmindedly turns off the tap. <Bai> Not at the moment. If she's not in Marsember I'm sure she will be soon though. * Moon Dancer squints at Bai, and then looks over his shoulder, as if for confirmation... <Moon Dancer> If you're sure she's not here _now_... * Moon Dancer grabs another mug, and fills it with Mist. MD pats its bottom as it goes scurrying off to Bai... * Moon Dancer turns back to his patrons... <Moon Dancer> ::extends his arms apologetically:: Sorry, folks, what can I get anyone? * Bai takes a sip from his mug and then has the jitters for a few seconds. * Moon Dancer notices the money on Tyl's table <Aleksandr> Um, I'd like some meade, please. <Moon Dancer> Anything for you, ma'am? ::to Tyl:: * Moon Dancer turns to face Aleksandr <Moon Dancer> Right away, sir! * Tyl stacks a third coin on the top of the other two... * Aleksandr looks carefully at Zoya. * Moon Dancer quickly fills a mug with some meade... * Moon Dancer hands the mug to Alek... * Zoya continues scribbling on the bar, paper entirely forgotten * Aleksandr accepts the mug, and leaves a few coins on the bar. <Tyl> certainly... can I get some brandy, please? * Moon Dancer hands the coins to Alek. <Bai> So what have you been up to Moon Dancer. I mean besides reopening the Hall. * Aleksandr raises an eyebrow. <Moon Dancer> ::to Alek:: First time here? First one's on the house... <Aleksandr> Ah, I'd forgotten. * Aleksandr grins mischievously. * Moon Dancer looks at Zoya and her scribblings. * Philister gulps some more ale. * Tyl tries to stack a 4th coin, but they all fall down... * Aleksandr takes a sip. <Aleksandr> Oh. My. I'd forgotten.... <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya, placing a hand on the edge of her drawing:: May I help you, ma'am? * Zoya continues writing over three of MD's fingers before realizing the surface isn't flat. <Zoya> Oh... No, thanks, I'm fine! <cheerfully> * Moon Dancer remembers Tyl's brandy, and grabs a snifter from above the bar, filling it with a light brown brandy... * Zoya continues drawing, with a completely new picture <Moon Dancer> ::handing brandy to Tyl:: Here you are, sorry to make you wait... * Philister looks at Zoya and carefully scoots his stool away a few feet. * Tyl picks up coins and sets them flat on the table... a small furry head pokes out from under her cloak and sniffs at the brandy... * Moon Dancer sighs at being ignored, but decides to let it slide while he's busy. <Philister> [does the little head say 'yo queiro taco bell'?] <Bai> So what have you been up to Philister? <Tyl> thank you sir... do you have some light fare of some sort? Yahdah is hungry... * Moon Dancer turns to Bai. * Tyl indicates the ferret. <Moon Dancer> Bai! Sorry, forgot to answer you. You know how it... Who? * Moon Dancer eyes Phil closely... <Moon Dancer> Philister? I thought it looked like you! How've you been? <Tyl> <small brown and white ferret makes some chittery sorts of noises> * Bai shakes head with smile on face. <Aleksandr> There isn't another establishment that makes meade this good anywhere in this city. * Zoya runs into Aleksandr * Moon Dancer turns to Alek. <Zoya> Oh, excuse me! <Philister> ::spreads his hands:: Can't complain. Just out of this section of town for a few years running. <Moon Dancer> Thank you, sir. Most kind. ::nods his head in a semi-bow:: * Aleksandr looks startled, spills a little meade, then almost drops the mug. <Aleksandr> You... you... * Zoya stops and looks carefully at Aleksandr for a few seconds. * Aleksandr looks puzzled. <Aleksandr> Do I know you? <Zoya> You look very familiar to me, yes you do... * Aleksandr shakes his head. * Zoya starts rummaging in her pockets * Bai sips his Mist and has the jitters again. * Moon Dancer walks over to Bai's end of the bar. <Aleksandr> It cannot be, my home is too far from here. <Bai> I still remember the first time. Lot better than that awful Mule Kick. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Where have you and she been? <Philister> ::coughs quietly:: Moon Dancer, some food for the rodent. * Aleksandr raises an eyebrow. * Moon Dancer looks at Phil. <Aleksandr> Zoya? <Zoya> But your accent is... <Moon Dancer> Rodent? What rodent? ::looks around the bar, and spies the ferret:: <Bai> A better question would be, "Where hasn't she been?" As for me...trying to keep her out of trouble, trying to stay on Lini's good side, and trying to keep various other people happy. * Zoya pulls the hood off her head to see better. <Zoya> Sasha? * Moon Dancer raises an eyebrow. <Moon Dancer> Lini? How's she? <Bai> About the same as always the last I saw her. I came back hoping I could find her here actually. * Aleksandr scratches his head. <Moon Dancer> ::sighs:: I haven't seen her since... well, for a good while, at least. I dunno where to tell you to start looking... <Aleksandr> But... but... how did you get here? * Moon Dancer looks at Phi * Bai shrugs <Aleksandr> This is so far from Sukiskyn! <Zoya> Well... There was this ship! About... Ten years ago. I've been all OVER the worlds! * Philister gulps some more ale. * Moon Dancer also looks at Phil, since there aren't any greek letters in the Hall. <Moon Dancer> Phil, have you seen Lini? <Bai> So many unusual things happen here that one or with my luck both of them are bound to turn up eventually. <Zoya> [Would that be good luck or bad luck, Bai?] ;) <Philister> I haven't been looking for her, and she does tend to stay out of sight if she doesn't want to be noticed. <Bai> [I plead the Fifth] <Moon Dancer> ::chuckles:: I'm getting the sinking feeling that you may not be the only one. <Moon Dancer> ::to Phil:: That's true. Lini does have this habit of ... not being there when she doesn't want to be noticed by the wrong people... * Aleksandr grins slightly. <Moon Dancer> Awful disconcerting, that. <Aleksandr> I hadn't expected to see you again. How have you been? <Bai> Oh come on, between them they've only tried to kill and marry you. ::grin:: <Zoya> And you, Sasha? How did you get here? * Aleksandr grins sheepishly. <Aleksandr> It was, um, an accident. <Moon Dancer> ::eyes widen:: Marry? ::his voice drops to a whisper, and he loses some color in his cheeks:: Does she still think...? <Zoya> Oh, I'm fine. This is the second time I've been to this world! I came back here looking for something... <Bai> I haven't asked her. ::grin:: Want me to? <Zoya> [EEEEEEEvil, Bai... eeeeevil...] <Philister> ::nudges his half-full mug towards MD:: Have some. It helps. * Moon Dancer fumbles over a couple of words... <Aleksandr> This place does seem to attract more than its share of, um... * Moon Dancer grabs the offered mug and downs a large gulp. <Aleksandr> Travelers. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: No. * Bai takes another sip of his Mist. <Tyl> [did i miss anything?] <Philister> [yes] <Aleksandr> [Just the end of the world. Nothing unusual. Happens here all the time.] <Tyl> [you two are so useful i could throw up...] <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Seriously, though...has she mentioned me at all? * Tyl sips brandy and watches her ferret eat <Zoya> ::yelling:: BARKEEP! A round of, um... ::mutters:: what do they call it here ::shouting:: VODKA for me and my old friend, here! <Bai> Yes, but she I've seen her address trees as her dead brother too. * Moon Dancer turns and walks the few steps back to Zoya, and then looks down at the bar... * Tyl listens to barkeep and guy with the cool beard... * Moon Dancer looks at the scribblings on the bar. <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya, staring at the drawings:: What was that you wanted? <Aleksandr> Er, tovarischniya, I've always preferred myed rather than votka. * Aleksandr grins slightly. <Zoya> VODKA. And use a proper MUG! * Moon Dancer shakes his head at the sketches. <Aleksandr> It's easier on the stomach. <Zoya> Ah, all right; a meade for my friend, a vodka for me. * Philister blinks at Zoya, and scoots his stool even further away. <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya, as he wipes the bar clean:: Any particular kind? * Aleksandr quickly gulps down the remainder of his meade in preparation. <Zoya> Kind of what? ::her accent starts to slip even closer to Aleksandr's:: Votka and myed! * Moon Dancer gets two mugs, and fills one with the house meade. <Moon Dancer > ::blinks at Zoya:: Vodka. Any particular ... brand ... of vodka you'd like, or would the house suffice? <Aleksandr> Is good to see you. <Philister> ::tentatively sips some more ale, still looking down the bar at the reunited pair:: * Tyl listens to accents... * Aleksandr reaches out and touches her hair. <Aleksandr> You change again, devoshka. Always change. <Zoya> House is fine. <Tyl> [to self. ar, Aye miss me old Freynd el'jorin, an his vowel movements...] * Zoya 's left hand is starting to doodle on the bar again. She isn't paying attention to it. * Zoya grins at Aleksandr. <Bai> [Bai is momentarily possessed by the spirit of Codex who LOL] * Moon Dancer fills the mug half-full of vodka, looks at where his bar was defiled by chalk, and fills the mug the rest of the way for good measure. <Zoya> Life *is* change, tovarisch! * Aleksandr peers at the drawing, curiously. <Moon Dancer> ::handing the mug to Zoya:: Here you are, ma'am, and if you please? ::nods at her new scribbles:: * Zoya looks down at the scribble. <Zoya> Oh! Sorry. I'll finish it as soon as I drink my vodka. * Zoya takes a swig of vodka. * Moon Dancer places his head in his hand, and slowly walks over to Phil. <Bai> Seriously Moon Dancer, I think Yb thinks of you more as a giant teddy bear than anything else. I wouldn't get too upset about it. Just make sure you always have several escape routes. <Moon Dancer> ::to Phil:: Can I fill that up? <Zoya> Ah, they just don't make it like in the Old Country, Sasha. No kick. <Tyl> <laughs> <Philister> ::looks at the mostly empty mug:: Sure! And if you'd make this one meade, barkeep. . . ::grins:: * Bai sips his Mist <Aleksandr> Is not similar place here, so no one knows secret of making good votka. * Moon Dancer takes the mug from Phil, pours out the bottom, and fills it with MEADE. MD hands it back to Phil. <Philister> How capital of you. ::toasts MD and has a swallow:: * Tyl takes another sip of brandy <Aleksandr> Been very long time. Seen 'Tasha, or G'tares, or others, lately? <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Has she gotten any ... better? * Philister nearly snarfs some meade at MD's question <Philister> Sorry. Automatic reaction. * Moon Dancer looks at Phil. <Moon Dancer> Something funny? <Zoya> Nye'... G'tares we dropped off somewhere that had people more like his. I hope he's happy there; I haven't gone back - they were hailing me a demon. Distracted me from my research. <Moon Dancer> ::nods:: Mmm-hmm. I can hope though, can't I? <Bai> ::shakes head:: I thought I explained this before I left. She won't get better for at least a couple THOUSAND years, and even then getting better might very well mean being dead and buried. <Philister> ::makes his expression completely bland:: Nothing at all. Just um, got a hair caught. ::coughs again, weakly:: See? <Tyl> <mutters> I'll bet that's what distratced you, absent-minded weirdo... <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Tyl:: I don't know about absent-minded, but we're _all_ weirdos at this end of the bar... * Zoya waves her mug expansively, accidentally splashing Tyl. <Tyl> <smiles> was talking to Yahdah... <Zoya> Oh, sorry... <Bai> Moon Dancer, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the term, "weirdo." <Aleksandr> 'Tasha had gained steed. Dragon. Very strange. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles at Bai:: Weirdo. Nutcase. Loon. Slightly off-kilter. <Bai> Yb? * Philister starts rooting around in pouches, pockets, boot compartments, obviously looking for something. <Zoya> Aye. The dragon made her get off someplace else... I lose all my friends that way... * Bai snaps fingers. <Moon Dancer> [EUREKA!] <Philister> ::his long nose starts to twitch as he reaches the bottom of a pouch and pulls out a ratty, bedraggled cigar:: Aha! <Bai> Moon Dancer, can I have my old room upstairs back. Lini had the keys when we left, and she's not going to take kindly to my breaking into the place. Besides, you never know when Lisl might come back. * Aleksandr smiles <Aleksandr> Oh, no, dragon and 'Tasha still together last I saw. Barons, now. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: You need a place to stay? Even better, you think you need to ask? * Tyl runs a finger over the wet stain on her cloak, which hisses slightly as it steams dry... * Moon Dancer looks at Phil's cigar. <Zoya> You saw 'Tasha? Where? When? After me, obviously! Maybe the dragon took her home! <Aleksandr> Took over Luln when Sascia was killed. Black Eagle on run now. <Moon Dancer> ::to Phil:: That stogie's seem better days, hasn't it? What kind is it? * Zoya waves mug again. This time, none spills. <Zoya> Ah, you warm my heart with the news, old friend... <Aleksandr> I think 'Tasha called back to help Milenia again, though. <Philister> It's an original Rat Gullet. ::smells it happily:: They don't make them like *this* anymore! * Moon Dancer frowns, and then reaches under the bar for the humidor. <Aleksandr> Was nowhere to be find when I look. Not in Luln, not in Specularum. * Aleksandr looks down at his empty mug. * Zoya sighs. <Moon Dancer> ::to Phil:: Well, I guess good old ... um, someone used to keep this here just for you. <Aleksandr> Oops, finished this faster than expected. * Moon Dancer places humidor on bar, and turns it so Phil can open it... <Philister> ::snaps his fingers and lights the cigar off the flame that pops out of the palm of his hand:: * Aleksandr floats a coin to Moon Dancer. <Zoya> ::shouting:: BARKEEP! Another meade for my friend! * Bai sips his Mist <Aleksandr> Another myed, please? * Moon Dancer catches the coin, and puts it in his pocket. * Zoya spins around to Philister. <Moon Dancer> ::to Alek:: Certainly... <Zoya> How'd you do that??!? I tried that trick for YEARS! * Philister sips some more of his meade * Moon Dancer fills another mug, and sends it to Alek... <Philister> ::grins at Zoya:: It's all in the wrist, lassie. * Moon Dancer looks at Zoya, who seems a little too excited at cantrips... * Aleksandr waits patiently as the mug floats across to him. <Aleksandr> Ah. This should wet the throat, yes? * Moon Dancer watches Alek's old mug come back to the bar, and sends it to the back... <Philister> ::contentedly puffs on the (stinky) cigar:: * Moon Dancer coughs. * Zoya starts trying to snap a flame. She succeeds in smoke, a few flowers, a coin or two... <Moon Dancer> ::to Phil:: Enjoying that? * Aleksandr raises an eyebrow. <Aleksandr> Some things never change, eh tovarishniya? <Philister> ::eyes are half closed, smile on the corners of his mouth:: Yesss... I've been saving it for a special occasion. This qualifies. * Moon Dancer looks at Zoya for a few moments, and decides she's (mostly) harmless. <Moon Dancer> ::to Phil:: How so? * Moon Dancer absentmindedly starts wiping the bar down. <Tyl> <Yahdah begins to complain furiously> * Zoya is still trying... A piece of chalk (which she tucks in a pocket), a spoon... * Tyl makes a few gestures and all the smoke starts trailing directly up the chimney <Tyl> There, <to ferret> better? * Moon Dancer looks at the trail of smoke, and at Tyl. * Zoya spins around. <Moon Dancer> ::to Tyl:: Thanks ... I think. * Bai looks at Tyl curiously for a moment. * Tyl nods apologetically.... <Zoya> <to Tyl> THAT's a neat trick! <Tyl> Molecular manipulation... convince the molecules that they want to travel in a uniform direction... <Moon Dancer> [I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour...] * Aleksandr raises the other eyebrow. * Zoya sits down at Tyl's table and pulls out a piece of paper and a stick of green chalk. <Tyl> [raises 2 eyebrows and a toupee... call on that hand...] * Moon Dancer perks up his ears at the mention of "molecular manipulation"... <Zoya> Say that again. ::she starts writing without waiting for Tyl to re-explain:: * Tyl looks a little flustered <Philister> ::Phil grins, and wriggles some of his fingers at the stream of smoke. Little smoke-salmon start to swim "upstream":: <Aleksandr> [Full Unicorn, half skip-straight, and two Gryphons (one spade, one club); 'less that's a Full Dragon, I've got the pot ;-) ] * Bai shakes his head with a smile on his face, then sips his Mist. <Tyl> It's molecular manipulation... you have to talk to the object on an atomic level, but you can convince it to do most anything... <Philister> [sorta like a com port. ;) ] * Zoya 's writing is getting dangerously close to the edge of the paper... <Tyl> I guess atoms don't get much company.... they're very obliging <Zoya> ::excitedly, to Tyl:: Of course! * Tyl moves paper under chalk * Philister sips some more of his meade * Moon Dancer looks a little more interested when Tyl starts talking about atoms... * Zoya scribbles some more, mostly all in one spot, then stops and stares at her fingers for a few seconds. <Zoya> ::Suddenly a bright red flame bursts from one fingertip. It clashes badly with her purple hair.:: Look! I did it! * Zoya turns around to show her flame to Philister. * Tyl jumps back a bit <Tyl> nice colors... <Philister> ::blinks slowly:: Well. Congratulations. ::holds out the stogie:: Want some to celebrate? * Moon Dancer turns to Bai, and leans against the bar. * Zoya turns back to thank Tyl, then jumps. <Zoya> OW! ::she shakes out the flame:: <Moon Dancer> ::chortles:: Phil, watch what you offer to the patrons, huh? <Zoya> You didn't tell me it would burn down like that! <to Phil> <Tyl> actually, that shouldn't be burned too badly... red flames are colder... it's the blue ones you need to watch out for <Philister> ::shrugs:: I've never let one run that long. Always blew mine out when I was done with it. <Zoya> Blue? <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: What brings you back to Marsember? Just visiting, playing tourist, or are you on "business"...? * Tyl nods <Zoya> ::A small, blue-and-silver, dragon-shaped head peeks from a pocket of Zoya's robe:: * Aleksandr quietly whispers, "Oh, dear..." * Moon Dancer mutters, "Does everyone here have a damn pet something-or-other? What happened to cats? Dogs?" <Tyl> Spectral Analysis.... blue is a hotter flame... because of the heat, the way we see the light is different color... the more toward violet a fire is, the higher the temperature... <Bai> ::sighs:: I'm always on business. Just sometimes I use more direct methods than others. <Zoya> ::to the dragon:: Not you. <Philister> ::wriggles his eyebrows a little and the smoke from the cigar turns an iridescent pink:: <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Bai and cocks his head to the side:: That was a cryptic response. You could've just said "Buzz off, 'Dancer." * Aleksandr winks at MoonDancer. <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: I knew that! I just didn't know what it was... Spectral what-isis? <Aleksandr> I don't have a pet. <Tyl> Nice draco-form... * Moon Dancer nods at Alek, a little embarrassed that he was overheard. <Tyl> sorry about the terminology... Bluestar taught me science as a way to amplify my psionics... <Moon Dancer> [Thanks to the Hall, MD's got a nice pet place setting...] <Bai> Sorry Moon Dancer. It's not that I want to be cryptic, it's that I have to be. For what it's worth, my business is keeping Yb out of trouble. The problem is that the best way to keep Yb out of trouble is also the best way to get a knife between the shoulder blades. <Zoya> Oh, that's okay. I have this theory about science and magic, so I always like to learn a little more of either one of them. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: That still doesn't explain why you're _here_. <Tyl> Oh? I don't know much about magic... I had a gnome friend once who was a priest of Mystra... and a kender <cough> acquaintance who did some magic... <Bai> Because this was the most reasonable place I could think of where I might run into both Yb and Lini. <Zoya> Mystra, I think I've heard of... What's a kender? * Philister sips the last of his meade, and forlornly looks at the bottom of the mug before holding it out towards MD <Philister> More, please? <Moon Dancer> ::looks a little confused:: If you need to keep Yb out of trouble, why are you looking for Lini? * Moon Dancer turns to look at Phil. <Philister> [I thought Codex was a halfling?] <Aleksandr> Kender? <Moon Dancer> Oh! I'm sorry, Phil. I've let you run out, AND I've been ignoring you... Sorry. <Zoya> ::to Aleksandr:: Do you know what a kender is, Sasha? <Tyl> [erps... you're prolly right... I forget] <Philister> ::waves off MD's apology:: No worry. It looks busier in here than it's been in a while. * Moon Dancer fills Phil's mug full of more meade... <Bai> ::shakes head:: Maybe Yb's insanity has worn off a little. * Aleksandr shakes his head. <Aleksandr> [Katie says "Hi!"] <Tyl> [HI!!] <Philister> ::waves off MD's apology:: No worry. It looks busier in here than it's been in a while. * Philister sips some more of his meade <Moon Dancer> ::sighs:: Aye, it definitely is. I'm not used to more than two or three patrons at a time recently... * Tyl makes a face <Zoya> [Five isn't that much more than three!] ;) <Tyl> A Kender is a smallish portable disaster area... <Zoya> Oh? But I thought you said it did magic? It's a magic item? <Tyl> <grin> No... she's a person... <Moon Dancer> ::turns back to Bai:: Still, why Lini? * Zoya nods knowingly. <Zoya> Ah, I have known people like that... <Moon Dancer> [That, and I need to learn how to really type...] * Tyl holds hand about 3.5 feet from the floor <Tyl> About this tall, and has a tendency to "borrow" extensively... <Bai> ::shakes head:: I wish I knew. All I know is that it goes back at least as far as when I was her slave for a week. <Zoya> So small? She can't be all *that* destructive, then... <Tyl> She was a... oh, what did she call it?... a Wild mage? Her spells didn't always work the way she planned them to. * Zoya nods knowingly. <Zoya> Ah, I have that problem sometimes. * Bai looks at Zoya for a few moments. <Tyl> Well <makes an odd face> she just seemed to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time... <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head:: I'm confused. You need to keep Yb out of trouble, so you come here looking for Lini because you were her slave for a week? I'm missing something here... <Zoya> But in the field of research, you have to expect things will go wrong occasionally, of course... * Moon Dancer looks at Zoya, and puts his hand on the ACME Yb Restraints under the bar... <Philister> [ghassan, yb, zoya, merrivale, erdian. the all singing, all dancing, all wild mage party!] * Tyl gets a pensive look on her face <Bai> ::chuckles:: No Moon Dancer, you just don't want to think about it is all. ::smiles:: * Moon Dancer shakes his head. <Bai> [ROFLOL] <Tyl> <softly> yes... things can really go wrong when you don't know what you're doing... <Moon Dancer> You're probably right, Bai. <Tyl> [who's ghassan?] * Moon Dancer grabs a mug and fills it with more ale, then takes a long drink. <Moon Dancer> ::shaking his head:: You know, Bai, I didn't think I'd be driven back to heavy drinking. Leave it to the crazy one... <Zoya> Ah, but if you don't try something that hasn't ever been tried before, then you'll never know if it'll work! <Philister> [new character of my own] <Bai> You don't need to worry till you're reaching for the Mule Kick. * Zoya turns around to face Bai. <Zoya> What is "Mule Kick", please? * Moon Dancer chuckles to himself. <Bai> ::Puts head in hand:: Moon Dancer, you can field that one. * Zoya looks expectantly at MD <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya:: Paint thinner, kerosene and a little spiced rum for flavor. * Aleksandr pontificates <Moon Dancer> ::smiles:: It's good. <Aleksandr> A little like Boot Rear. <Zoya> [LOL!!! Alek!] <Zoya> This is a drink? <Tyl> [what did i miss this time... wish this kept scripts like TM] <Moon Dancer> ::to Alek:: You mean Root Beer. And not really... <Zoya> [Zoya's about to try Mule Kick] <Tyl> [erp] <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya:: Some people call it that. It's definitely wet. <Bai> At least until it explodes. * Philister puffs the last of his cigar and flips the butt into the cold hearth <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Or eats through the bar. <Zoya> Is it good? ::to Aleksandr, very seriously:: You have to try new things when they come along, or you may miss them, you know. * Tyl raises an eyebrow <Bai> Moon Dancer, should we call the priest now, or wait and see? <Moon Dancer> ::back to Zoya:: Well, I don't know. You do drink vodka, so you're not too awful discriminating... <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Oh, it's been awhile. Don't call for a priest just yet, but think about the fire squad... * Aleksandr raises his mug. <Moon Dancer> ::to Alek:: Need another, sir? <Aleksandr> May tomorrow be not as unpleasant as today! <Zoya> ::indignantly:: Vodka? Vodka reminds me of HOME! * Bai finishes his Mist in case he has to move in a hurry. * Aleksandr downs the hatch. <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head. To Zoya:: If that's what they serve you at home, it must be a lot like the Soviet Union during the winter. Especially if you reminisce about it... <Zoya> What's a Sov.. Nevermind. I will try this "Mule Kick." * Bai picks up his staff. * Philister sips some more of his meade <Moon Dancer> ::looks at the floor, and swipes his foot around in an arc on the floor:: Are you sure, ma'am? I can't say that I'd recommend it just yet... <Zoya> Why not? ::suspiciously:: <Bai> ::Bai's empty mug decides this is a good time to withdraw.:: <Moon Dancer> ::looks up:: I just don't think you understand yet _exactly_ what you're asking for... <Zoya> ::accent getting thicker:: And so you will explain it to me, yes? <Moon Dancer> ::starts counting on his fingers:: Illuminators use it to start shows when their powder gets wet... <Moon Dancer> ::counts two:: I use it to dip the good silver in to get rid of tarnish... <Philister> ::speaks up:: It dissolves most known organic materials. * Tyl looks confused <Tyl> And you want her to *drink* that? * Zoya raises an eyebrow. <Moon Dancer> ::face brightens as Phil speaks:: Exactly! <Zoya> And this you serve to people to drink? <Moon Dancer> ::shrugs:: If they ask. <Bai> Left me drunk and hung over for a week. ::thinks:: Course that might have been the dwarven spirit's Drach' gave me. <Philister> I met a guy once who swore drilling a hole in his head made him a super genius. It takes all types. <Aleksandr> [Whoops, gotta run... the perils of one phone line...] <Moon Dancer> ::winks at Bai <Zoya> Bah. I will have another vodka, then. <Moon Dancer> [dammit] * Aleksandr sets his empty mug on the bar. <Moon Dancer> ::winks at Bai:: Nope. That was the Kick... <Tyl> Sounds like Quekan fire to me... <Bai> [later Kurg] <Aleksandr> Zdravsvutye! Has been pleasant evening! <Tyl> [ttfn kurgan] <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya:: A much more sensible choice. * Moon Dancer turns to Alek. <Zoya> Ah, farewell, old friend! I will see you here again, yes? <Philister> ::raises his glass to Aleksandr and has a healthy swig of the contents:: <Moon Dancer> It has! Come back anytime! <Bai> ::nods to Alek:: <Philister> [mondays are best, tho ;) ] <Aleksandr> Must go! Zoya, hope to see you again. <Aleksandr> Been long time. <Zoya> Dah. ::smiles:: <Moon Dancer> ::takes Alek's mug, and fills a new one with vodka for Zoya:: Here you are, Miss...? * Aleksandr wanders in the general direction of the door, eventually ending up there. <Bai> ::Notices his mug is missing:: I'd almost forgotten about that. Water if you please Moon Dancer. <Zoya> Zoya. Zoya Natovna. * Zoya takes the vodka and takes a swig. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Certainly. ::fills a glass with water and slides it down the bar to Bai:: <Tyl> Zoya? That's a lovely name... <Zoya> Pleased to meet you. <Tyl> nice to meet you... <Bai> ::Sips his water:: <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: Why thank you. And your name is being? <Moon Dancer> ::extends his hand to Zoya:: I don't believe we've met. Most folks call me Moon Dancer. <Tyl> Tyl"Gainia... most people call me Tyl... * Zoya takes MD's hand and shakes it firmly. <Bai> ::To Zoya:: And I'm Bai. * Moon Dancer is a little surprised at Zoya's firm grip. <Zoya> I think Tyl'Gainia is beautiful. Why shorten it? * Tyl makes a face <Moon Dancer> ::half to Zoya, half to self:: Yep. You sound Russian, you drink like a Russian, and you've got the grip of a goalie... <Zoya> [Oh, yeah, NOW we get around to the names...] <Tyl> I don't care for the elvish sounds... <Moon Dancer> [Hey, I just work here... <g>] <Zoya> ::to MD:: What is a go-lee? <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: Ah, if that is the way of it, then I will call you Tyl, as you wish. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles:: The guy who protects the net. Someone who plays in a game on ice back home... <Tyl> Thanks... <Bai> [It's funny how any name sounds elvish after adding enough apostrophes] <Tyl> [true] <Zoya> [ :P',',',',', ] <Moon Dancer> [Like Zha'ha'dum?] <Tyl> [B5! B5!] <Moon Dancer> [Sorry. Too much withdrawal...] <Philister> [that's Z'ha'dum, bub] * Moon Dancer wipes down the bar some more, just for good measure, * Philister sips some more of his meade <Moon Dancer> [Whatever you say, Mr. Morden...] <Tyl> [What do you want? <evil look>] <Zoya> [If we've degenerated into brackets, should we call it a night?] <Bai> ::thinks for a moment:: Has anyone seen Jaret? <Tyl> [it's a night] * Moon Dancer scratches his head. <Bai> [I'm not doing anything important] <Moon Dancer> No, can't say that I have, Bai... <Philister> ::gestures in a random direction:: He lives out there somewhere. Comes into town for food and the like. <Zoya> [But I have to drive back home, and be up by 6:30.] <Tyl> <shakes head> I don't know anyone in town... <Bai> [I meant on the Hall] <Tyl> I just moved here... <Moon Dancer> ['sup to everyone else. I'm game, either way...] <Bai> [I'm with Braz] <Tyl> Which reminds me, Moon Dancer, do you rent rooms? <Moon Dancer> [::looks around room:: No yer not.] * Moon Dancer turns to Tyl. * Zoya swings back the rest of her vodka. <Moon Dancer> For how long, and how large? We have rooms, but they're not the Hilton by any means... * Philister has some more of his meade. <Tyl> What's a... nevermind... I just need a smallish room with one bed... <Bai> ::sips his water:: * Moon Dancer looks at Zoya's empty mug. <Zoya> Ah, well. I have a meeting in an hour. I should be going. <Tyl> A few days, until i can find more permanent lodgings. <Moon Dancer> ::to Z:: Sure did finish that up quick. Sure you'll be okay getting back? <Philister> [is the hall going somewhere? i thought it was permanent . . . ;) ] <Zoya> Oh, aye. Where I am from, babies are weaned on vodka stronger than this. <Tyl> [i don't want to live in a hotel... don't know about you, pal] <Moon Dancer> ::to Tyl:: Not a problem. Rate's negotiable, and we can discuss that once you choose a room. Bai's got one claimed, and I have two, but the rest are fair game... <Moon Dancer> [Hey! MD likes it here...] <Tyl> Great... I also make weaponry for bartering... so I might get some customers from time to time <Bai> ::thinks a moment:: No, Yb only spent a couple nights here. * Tyl pulls out a bright silver purple arrow from her quiver <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: What do you mean? <Tyl> nice work, you agree? <Bai> ::To Tyl:: What kind of weaponry? <Tyl> Arrows mostly, but daggers, dirks and darts... small, but sharp and efficient... <Moon Dancer> ::looks at the arrow:: Nice. A little ... loud ... but good workmanship. If yer going to have customers, I just ask you direct them to the back ... ah, the side entrance. * Tyl hands him an arrow to inspect <Bai> ::To MD:: I was going to warn her away from Yb's room in case Yb came back. Then I remembered Yb only spent a couple of night here, and most of those were when she was better. * Zoya gets to her feet and heads for the door. She's listing to port a bit, but moving in a straight line. <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Hadn't thought of that. <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya:: Sure you don't want a room? * Zoya stops at the door and intently examines a knothole. <Zoya> Oh, no. I have a meeting in an hour on the other side of the city. * Philister kills off the rest of his mug of meade <Bai> ::Inspects arrow:: Good workmanship. We might have to talk shop sometime. ::returns the arrow:: <Tyl> [mug screams AAAaaaaaaaaauuuuugh] * Moon Dancer mutters, "Better not be a business interview..." * Zoya looks up from the knothole and waves at everyone. <Zoya> Good night, my friends! * Tyl puts arrow away... <Bai> ::Waves to Zoya:: Goodnight. <Tyl> good night, Zoya * Moon Dancer nods at Zoya, a little nervous about letting her go... <Moon Dancer> ::to Z:: G'night, ma'am... * Philister waves to Zoya <Tyl> [WUI is not illegal... :)] <Philister> And be careful with that fire trick!! <Bai> ::sips his water:: * Moon Dancer reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, round device with numbers on it, which he glances at before returning it. <Moon Dancer> It is getting on in the evening, isn't it... * Tyl yawns * Bai stretches * Philister sets the mug gently down on the bartop and gets it waddling towards the kitchen <Tyl> If you'll be so kind as to point me in the proper direction, sir? <Bai> You're probably right. ::thinks:: Maybe I'll do that in the morning. <Philister> Do what in the morning, Bai? <Bai> ::picks his staff back up and stands up:: <Bai> Use a few spells to find out if Yb, Lini, or Jaret are in town, and if so, where? <Moon Dancer> ::to Tyl, pointing at the stairs to the left of the bar:: The rooms are right up there, and if'n you want to head up, I'll be right behind once I get closed up... <Bai> Course, you said Jaret was in town, which makes life easier. <Tyl> okay... Thanks... <Moon Dancer> ::to Bai:: Nice trick, if it'll work... * Tyl walks upstairs with a protesting ferret... <Bai> I'll ask Jaret first, no sense using magic when you don't have to. * Bai heads towards the stairs <Bai> Steel and Water to you both. * Philister watches Bai turn and go. <Philister> Same to you. * Moon Dancer wipes off the top of the bar, and heads towards Phil. * Philister hops down off the stool <Moon Dancer> Same to you, Bai. See you in the morning for breakfast, if you want... <Philister> I had best be moving along myself. Good evening to you, Moon Dancer. <Moon Dancer> ::to Phil:: Philister, it's been a pleasure. Any time at all, you're welcome... <Philister> Perhaps... <Bai> ::At the top of the stairs:: Sounds like a great idea Moon Dancer. * Philister heads towards the door and exits. * Moon Dancer walks around the Hall, with a smile on his face. * Moon Dancer locks the front door, and starts blowing out lanterns. He stops by the hearth and looks at the swords hanging over it. <Moon Dancer> Well, old friend, looks like everyone's coming back to the nest, so to speak. * Moon Dancer places his hand on one of the two blades, and looks at the bar. He frowns. <Moon Dancer> I just wish I knew what I'm getting myself into. * Moon Dancer blows out all but one lantern, and then takes that from its spot on the wall. He heads towards the stairs, and as he starts up, he turns back to look at the Hall. <Moon Dancer> G'night Hall. See you in the morning. |
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