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* Rhys comes in from the back room, unlocks the main door, lights the firewood in the hearth, and settles behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Jelarthna strolls in, flourishing his cloak to the side to smoothly take it off and hang it up. <Jelarthna> Good evening Rhys! ::walks to bar:: <Rhys> Well met, Jelarthna. Can I get you anything to eat or drink? <Jelarthna> Ah, something in a Blush this evening, thank you. <Rhys> Let me see what we've got.... <Curdswell> ::The front/side door creaks open to admit a gnome, dressed in a pair of big, clunky boots, a pair of not quite denim slacks, in a color that might once have been blue and a bright, patchwork small shirt, with gnomish script scrawled across the front, covered by a longer, long sleeve shirt, open all the way down the front.:: * Maeli limps slowly through the door, pouch clenched in one hand, cane in another. She seems to be leaning more heavily than usual on the cane. She stumps over to a table and puts down her pouch, then laboriously lowers herself into a chair and props the cane up in her lap. * Yb charges through the door. She clutches a glass flask of some violet fluid in one hand and her staff in the other. She's wearing blue jeans, a stained lab coat, and glasses. <Curdswell> ::The very top of his head is bald and wiry, salt-and-and-pepper curls brush his collar. A pair of owlish pince-nez perch precariously on the tip of his nose.:: <Rhys> ::eyeing the gnome:: Well met, sir. Can I get you anything? And you, Maeli and Yb? <Jelarthna> ::smiles at the newcomer:: Enter and be welcome. ::bows:: My name is Jelarthna, might I ask yours? <Jelarthna> Hello again, Maeli ::smiles:: * Curdswell scuffs over to the bar and climbs up onto a stool, where he perches uneasily. * Jelarthna then winces at the sight of Yb. * Maeli spies Rhys and thumps the cane a couple of times against the floor, looking somewhat annoyed. "You again?" * Yb rushes to the bar, "I need mule kick!" She seems VERY excited about something. * Rhys retrieves a bottle of delicate pink wine from under the bar, uncorks it, and pours Jelarthna a goblet. "I hope this will suffice." <Curdswell> Um, let me see, I believe I was told you have a effervescent brew known for its invigorating properties? ::smiles and squints through his lenses:: * Curdswell turns to Jel. <Jelarthna> Thank you, Rhys. ::glances at Yb:: I may need something stronger later... <Curdswell> I am Curdswell, Watscum Babblage Curdswell. <Rhys> ::to Curdswell:: I... I *think* we may have something like that, Goodman Curdswell. Just a moment. * Curdswell props himself up on the bar, peering over to fellow Rhys' actions. * Rhys pulls a mug off the wall, and fills it with a fizzy, yellow-greenish liquid. "I think this is what you're looking for." He places the mug in front of Curdswell. * Curdswell takes the mug and sniffs the contents curiously. <Curdswell> Fits the description. ::raises the mug:: Here's mud in your eye. <Rhys> ::to Yb:: Are you *sure*, Yb? ::to Maeli, with a grin:: I was about to say the same thing to you. * Curdswell takes a long swallow of the mug, pauses, then lowers the mug to the bar. <Yb> Yes, I'll NEVER be able to finish this experiment without it! <Maeli> ::glares at Rhys and pulls a coin out of her shirt pocket and shows it to him:: <Curdswell> That's definitely the stuff. ::a wide smile spreads across his face as he literally starts to vibrate:: <Curdswell> What's this stuff called, by the way? ::indicates the mug:: <Rhys> I think it's called Mist of the Peaks, but I'm not certain. <Curdswell> I am _definitely <Curdswell> _ going to have to look into a personal supply. * Rhys fetches a small stone cup from under the counter, and carefully pours about half a swallow of mulekick into it, and gently pushes it over in front of Yb. "Here you are. Just *be careful* with that in here." <Rhys> ::murmuring to himself:: Mud in my eye...? * Curdswell swivels around on his stool, mug in hand, and myopically examines the rest of the patrons. * Jelarthna edges away from Yb. * Rhys looks at Maeli's coin soberly. "It looks like a suitable minting to me, lady, if that is your question." <Maeli> ::glares harder and thumps the cane again:: 'Tis the very same coin I give ye the last time I was here. Now, I may be old and feeble, ye pup ::she thumps the cane again for emphasis:: but I'm no charity case! Ye'll stop returnin' it to me! * Curdswell turns back to Rhys and scratches the end of his nose. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where I could find either a lycanthrope or a wild mage that are said to frequent this place, do you?" <Rhys> ::to Maeli:: I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what you're talking about. * Jelarthna looks at Rhys with one eyebrow raised. <Jelarthna> ::turns to Curdswell:: Pardon me? <Rhys> Wild magi seem to be more common in here some nights than traditional arcanists. In fact... ::he shoots a knowing look at Yb:: * Yb pours the mule kick into her flask, the clear and violet fluids making pretty patterns together. <Rhys> As for lycanthropes, I think you have the wrong establishment. <Curdswell> I said ::spoken slowly, with a pause between each word:: I... am... looking... for... a... lycanthrope... and... a... wild... mage... said... to... frequent... this... place. ::smiles:: * Curdswell considers Yb with a sidelong look. "No lycanthropes, huh? Shame." <Jelarthna> ::still edging away from Yb:: I'm afraid there aren't any shapechangers, but I can put you in touch with a *reliable* wild mage. <Maeli> [Wow! What an impressive contradiction in terms! And he kept a straight face and everything!] <Curdswell> Reliable? That'd be good--preferably one not adverse to research? ::smiles at Jel hopefully:: <Jelarthna> ::laughs deeply:: It's her passion, in fact. What is it you need? <Yb> It won't mix. Guess I'll have to help it along. * Rhys shoots a look at Yb. "Help it? * Jelarthna poises to dive for cover. * Yb slaps her hand over the mouth of the flask as if in preparation to shake it. <Curdswell> Well...::takes a deep breath:: I am trying to ascertain the interaction of chaotic systems, like wild magic, on order systems, especially as pertains to evolutionary, or self ordering systems, like no-wild magic or life processes. * Rhys barks a quick word, and Yb freezes in mid-preparation. The liquid in the flask is stopped in place as well. * Curdswell follows everyone's nervous stares to Yb. <Jelarthna> ::looks slightly lost:: That sounds fascinating... ::with some eagerness:: What does it mean? <Jelarthna> ::obviously not paying attention to Yb any longer:: * Curdswell turns back to Jel, losing interest in the frozen mage. * Rhys sedately walks around the bar, over to the paused Yb. He calmly pries the flask out of her hands, walks back around the edge of the bar and into the kitchen. A few seconds later, a muffled explosion is heard from within. * Maeli looks over at Yb. "She's playing with dangerous toys again, eh?" She gets up and walks over to the frozen Yb, and walks around her a few times, looking interestedly at her. * Jelarthna starts slightly, glances at the kitchen, shrugs and looks back at Curdswell:: <Curdswell> Well, I'm curious to prove a pet theory of mine. I believe that non-closed, ordered systems draw on surrounding chaos to advance their self ordering, or evolutionary aspects. By logical extension, the greater the chaos, the faster the rate of evolution. ::smiles proudly:: * Rhys walks back out of the kitchen with a banana in his hand. He carefully places the banana in Yb's hands, and returns behind the bar. He quietly speaks again, and Yb returns to full motion. * Maeli heads back to her chair and sits down again before Rhys returns. * Yb looks at the banana in her hand, as she does so she slumps forward slightly. <Curdswell> I've been trying to perfection a machine capable of thought and am beginning to think its design is beyond my own capabilities. I was thinking with the right kind of magical assistance, I could bring a machine into existence that will evolve itself to the point of self awareness. ::sips his Mist:: <Jelarthna> I understand most of those words, but I really don't understand what you're saying. ::smiles ruefully:: I'm currently trying to catch up on a lot of learning I missed, so I'm way behind where I ought to be. <Curdswell> Oh...Hm...If you could at least give me the name of your wild mage friend, the reliable one? ::looks hopeful as he rummages through his pockets and eventually produces a small, hand sized, rectangular piece of bronze with gems of various shapes and colors embedded in its face:: * Yb bites into the banana without bothering to peel it. <Jelarthna> Zoya will definitely be able to help you, then. ::tone changes very slightly:: She's made some amazing contraptions already, and has shown me some incredible things she's currently working on. <Jelarthna> She works in the strange Tower on the outskirts of town. It's easy to find, even though it still moves once in a while. <Curdswell> Zoya? ::taps the gems in a seeming random fashion:: And might you know how I could contact this Zoya? <Curdswell> Moving tower? ::tappity tap:: Fascinating. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: long story. <Jelarthna> If you'd like, I could show you where it is tonight once we leave here. <Jelarthna> She's usually still up working on something for a few more hours. * Maeli resumes glaring at Rhys. "As long as you're up and about, you might bring a crippled old woman something to drink. Mulled cider, if you've got it..." <Curdswell> Oh, that'd be splendid, thanks. ::crams the bronze plate in his shirt pocket and rummages in another pocket, eventually pulling out a six inch, tin golem and setting it on the counter:: <Rhys> "Of course, Maeli." ::he pours some cider into a mug, and stirs it with his spoon until it is steaming. He then walks it over to her.:: "Here you are." * Curdswell speaks gnomish at the little golem for a bit, it nods and says something that sounds roughly like "sawright" and he absently picks it up and crams it back in his pocket.:: <Jelarthna> What was that? <Rhys> [LOL] <Curdswell> Hm, personal assistant. * Curdswell absently sips his Mist. <Curdswell> Extremely useful little gadget, if somewhat limited. <Jelarthna> Er. Okay. <Curdswell> A product of some of my earlier research. I was trying to determine the mechanism by which magical constructs like golems recognize spoken commands and translate those into the desired actions. * Maeli takes the cider and very firmly hands the coin to Rhys. * Rhys takes the coin. "Thank you, Maeli." :;returns behind the bar:: * Yb starts to scratch the top of her head, while turning around on her stool and examining the ceiling. <Curdswell> Didn't learn a whole lot--just ended up with a bunch of spare golem parts, singed eyebrows, and the golem you just saw, a commissioned magical construct in an imminently more useful form for my line of work. <Jelarthna> So you are a mage as well? <Maeli> ::speaking up abruptly:: What're ye looking for a were-critter for? <Curdswell> No, just an inventor with interests in applied magic. ::turns to Maeli:: Hm? A lycanthrope? Oh, just trying to gather more information on another theory of mine. <Maeli> Which is? ::She plies Curdswell with her hard stare:: * Curdswell finishes his mug and sets it on the bar. * Curdswell seems completely oblivious to Maeli's stare, simply warming to the subject. * Jelarthna smiles at Maeli's grilling of the newcomer. <Curdswell> Well, its two-fold, actually. In trying to determine how the mind of humanoids is stored, I realized that lycanthropes were the perfect creatures for study. If I could determine what is common between their humanoid and animal forms, I should be able to discover where the seat of consciousness physically resides. ::takes a long breath:: * Jelarthna starts looking really confused. <Curdswell> Also, I was curious about the process of their metamorphosis, itself, whether their body is actually transform, or it is replaced one piece at a time. * Yb starts making simian noises. * Curdswell picks up his mug again, seemingly forgetting that it is empty. * Maeli doesn't look confused in the slightest. <Jelarthna> ::looking a little dazed, taps Yb on the shoulder:: Are you okay, Yb? * Curdswell frowns and puts his empty mug back on the bar. <Maeli> Ye've tried the mage's college already, and they didn't have any research on the subject? * Rhys scoops up Curdswell's mug and refills it with some more Mist of the Peaks. "Sorry about that. I got a little caught up in listening to you theorize." <Curdswell> Mage's college? Er, well, there's an embarrassing story there I'd rather not go into. Suffice to say, I want retain my current form if I ever set foot there again. * Curdswell shrugs. <Curdswell> Not a very understanding or forgiving lot, that bunch. <Maeli> ::somewhat surprisingly, Maeli lets out a short, loud laugh:: Ye're all right, boy. <Curdswell> Hm, ::blinks at Rhys:: Oh, thank you. ::smiles:: I get a little lost, too. The subject is just so fascinating... * Yb plants a wet kiss on Jel's cheek, then starts picking through his hair. * Curdswell turns back to Maeli, looking somewhat surprised. <Curdswell> Oh, um, ::clearly taken aback:: thank you, I think. <Jelarthna> ::seems to come to his senses, and in a soft voice:: oops. <Curdswell> [LOL] * Curdswell sips his drink. <Curdswell> ::to Maeli:: Are you a mage or some sort of researcher, yourself? * Jelarthna sighs, and trying to hold his head still, sips his wine. <Maeli> ::laughs again:: Nay, son. Just an old woman. I've none nothing more magical in my life than act midwife and repair clothing. But this is a magical sort of town, ye know. All ye have to do is keep yer eyes open. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Very true. <Jelarthna> ::attempts to disengage from Yb:: Okay, that's enough grooming for one night. <Curdswell> So I've heard. The sailors on the merchantman that brought me here were full of stories about the legendary mages, sages, heroes and, ahem, bars, here. * Curdswell smiles hopefully and takes another sip of his drink. <Maeli> ::cackles gaily:: Oh, aye, if ye've a love for magic, this is a fair place to be. <Maeli> Though I've heard Waterdeep surpasses it for wonder. <Curdswell> Good, good. Need plenty of magical assistance in my research, the braver the better. <Maeli> ::looks somewhat wistful, then takes a sip of her cider:: <Curdswell> Waterdeep? Mm, it is wonderful, but the society of mages there are, ahem, somewhat unforgiving. It's not like anyone was killed--they weren't even really inconvenienced, all that badly. * Curdswell sips his drink. * Yb grabs her staff, making irate simian noises and heaves the staff at Jel. <Curdswell> I rather imagine life as a goat to be pretty relaxing, in fact... ::softly, into his drink:: * Jelarthna ducks out of the way and ducks away from Yb. * Yb chases after Jel, continuing to wave her staff. <Jelarthna> ::dodge, spin, duck, parry:: <Rhys> ::somewhat sternly:: Yb! * Jelarthna gets a table between himself and Yb, and seems to be grinning slightly. * Yb turns her head at the sound of her name and neatly connects with a chair Jel just dodge around. <Jelarthna> ::winces slightly at the impact:: * Curdswell watches the goings-on with amusement. <Jelarthna> Are you alright, Yb? ::moves closer to check on her:: * Curdswell cringes at the "whack" made by Yb's collision. <Maeli> ::mutters under her breath some very unpolite things about Yb:: <Yb> ::As the staff hits the chair there's a flash of white light, when it clears the chair is a pile of splinters.:: <Yb> Oh no! I've got to find my master! <Maeli> ::mutters some more:: <Curdswell> Oh my...::backs to the edge of his stool farthest away from Yb:: * Yb rushes out the door. <Rhys> ::Rhys's eyebrows draw down in an angered glare:: "Yb..." <Jelarthna> ::look at the door, somewhat torn:: Um... <Curdswell> Is it always so--um--interesting in this place? * Rhys stops, sighs, collects a broom and dustpan, and begins sweeping splinters into the dustpan and tossing them into the fireplace. <Jelarthna> ::rushes to the door in pursuit of Yb:: not always! ::whoosh out the door:: * Curdswell frowns. <Curdswell> Hey, he was going to show me where I could find this Zoya person...Oh well...::sips his drink:: <Maeli> Nay, sometimes she stays home. ::frowns after Yb, then gets up and limps feebly over to the mess made by the chair:: <Maeli> I'm sure he'll be back. ::she begins to clean up the mess:: * Curdswell shrugs. "I guess a magic tower that wanders around on its own shouldn't be _too_ hard to track down." <Rhys> ::still sweeping:: He may return. He is a bit of the social butterfly, and I think he enjoys friendly company. <Curdswell> Interesting definition of friendly. ::sips:: <Curdswell> Although I suspect that much the same is said of me in certain magical circles. <Jelarthna> ::walks back in, shaking his head:: She's easier to track when she's blowing things up, but the fact that she isn't is a good sign. ::grins:: <Rhys> ::sweeping up:: "And how are you doing on this decidedly chilly evening, Maeli?" * Curdswell turns to Rhys. "He's joking, right?" <Maeli> ::dumping bits of splintered chair too big for the broom into the dustpan:: I've been better, and that's a fact. But I've been worse, too. <Jelarthna> ::moves over to where Maeli is helping Rhys:: No need for you to do that. I'm partly responsible. Sorry about that, Rhys. <Curdswell> [I may or may not be better or worse than I may or may not claim to be.] <Rhys> ::to Curdswell:: "I'm afraid not. I am curious who this master is that she referred to, but it's possible it's just another phantom of her mind." <Jelarthna> It's hard to tell. She can be serious enough at times, but it's often hard to tell. <Curdswell> Phantom of her...? ::trails off, looking slightly puzzled:: You mean she's--::wiggles a finger around near his temple::--shall we say a few reagents short of a spell? <Rhys> A few geese short of a gaggle even. <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: That's one way to put it. Or more aptly, there are far *too* many ingredients. * Curdswell chuckles. "I see." <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Maeli:: It's nice to see you again, Maeli. Would you be willing to do a little work for me? <Curdswell> ::to Jel:: So when you say your friend Zoya is reliable, the one who just left would be un-reliable? <Jelarthna> ::wry smile:: To put it mildly. <Maeli> ::sits back on her heels and looks at Jel:: What kind of work, son? <Curdswell> Would Zoya be as reliable as that one appears to be un-reliable? If so, he could be just the mage I'm looking for. <Rhys> ::to Curdswell:: She. Zoya is a woman. <Jelarthna> Well, I've been through some... interesting adventures recently, and a fair amount of my nice clothes are in bad shape. I was wondering if you'd consent to repair them for me? ::smiles:: I remember how good you are with a needle and thread, and I don't think I could settle for lesser work now. ::grins again:: * Curdswell turns to Rhys with an embarrassed grin. "Oh, I'm sorry." ::takes out he personal *midgetal* assistant and tells it, in gnomish, to remind him of the fact. <Jelarthna> ::to Curdswell:: Zoya is very reliable. She's also very intelligent and a scholar. If she can't help you, no one in this area can. <Curdswell> Ah, sounds most promising indeed. And is she, er, forgiving of honest accidents in the course of earnest research pursuits? <Jelarthna> If she weren't, then she'd have to be pretty hard on herself. ::smiles:: Just wait until you meet her. <Curdswell> Excellent, I am definitely looking forward to it. ::rubs his hands together:: <Maeli> ::smiles proudly:: Well, flattery may get you somewhere. Bring them by so I can have a look at the damage, and I'll let ye know what the cost'll be. <Jelarthna> ::smiles warmly to Maeli:: I was hoping it would. I'll be by tomorrow, then. * Michelle enters through the front/side door. She's wearing a pink skirt and matching jacket. Two chains made of mother of pearl discs are hooked to the waist of the skirt, creating the illusion of a loose fitting belt. She's also wearing a light pink scarf and fingerless gloves against the night chill. <Curdswell> [sounds like an anime idol] <Rhys> Well met, Michelle. Can I get you anything? Spiced wine, maybe? <Jelarthna> Good evening, Michelle! How are you doing tonight? <Maeli> ::she nods:: I live on the fourth alley over, in the house with the blue door. Any of the local urchins can point you to the right place. <Michelle> That sounds wonderful Rhys. ::Michelle undoes her scarf now that she's indoors. <Michelle> Good evening Jelarthna, Maeli. * Curdswell smiles at the new comer. <Maeli> ::nods to Michelle:: * Rhys prepares a goblet of spiced wine for Michelle and sets it down on the bar for her. <Michelle> I'm doing fine Jelarthna. ::turns to Curdswell:: And who is are newest patron? * Curdswell bows low, not having far to go, while still standing on the stool. <Rhys> Michelle, this is Watscum Babblage Curdswell, a scholar of some rather interesting ideas. <Curdswell> I am Curdswell, Watscum Babblage Curdswell. <Jelarthna> Thank you again, Maeli. It shouldn't be too hard to find. ::looks thoughtful:: In fact, I think I have been through that area before. <Michelle> A pleasure to meet you Curdswell. I'm Michelle. * Curdswell finishes his drink and places it back on the bar. * Maeli sinks back into her chair and picks up her cane again. "Have ye?" (to Jel) <Curdswell> The pleasure is all mine. ::grinning broadly:: * Michelle sips her wine. "So how has business been Rhys?" <Jelarthna> Yes, it was several years ago, actually. I had something of a misunderstanding with the Dragons. In here, in fact, and I ran in that direction and managed to hide from them for a while. * Rhys puts the dustpan and broom back where they belong. "Smashing." <Jelarthna> ::grins at Rhys:: * Curdswell chuckles. <Michelle> Yb? <Jelarthna> Who else? <Maeli> ::frowns:: And what were ye doing, lad, that ye needed hidin', eh? <Rhys> Yes. I stopped her from... from making a bad mistake, but I was fortunate that I was paying attention to her. She'd asked for mulekick, which caught my attention. <Michelle> ::to Jel:: I don't know. Moon Dancer trashed the place once. And it's not as if YOU haven't brought some questionable individuals here yourself. * Curdswell catches some movement out of the corner of his eye and turns to the bar in time to see his empty mug start to waddle off. He picks it up and stares at the little kicking legs in amazement. "Fascinating." * Michelle takes a long drink of her wine, "Do I WANT to know?" <Jelarthna> I don't remember all of the details, but I think they wanted to question me about something, and it would have involved being locked up for a while. <Jelarthna> At the time, I was somewhat... irrational about that sort of thing, and I refused to go with them. <Maeli> ::sternly:: They're not still lookin' for ye, are they, boy? I don't fancy a run-in with the Dragons. * Curdswell sets his empty mug back on the bar and retrieves his golem, dictating some thoughts, in gnomish, to it, before stuffing it back in his pocket. <Jelarthna> Thankfully, some cooler heads kept me from defending myself with violence, but I took a crossbow quarrel getting away. <Jelarthna> ::gives Michelle a wounded look:: None of that was *my* fault. <Maeli> ::sighs:: All right, then. Bring yer things and I'll see what I can do. I hope ye've been staying out of trouble since then! <Jelarthna> ::to Maeli:: No, it was only a misunderstanding. It was all cleared up a long time ago. ::wistfully:: Partially by a good friend who's no longer with us. * Michelle smiles, "It may not have been your fault, but you were still the cause." <Jelarthna> I say as how I have, but most of what I know about has been taken care of. ::grins:: <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Well, yeah. But you won't hold that against me, will you? ::puppy-dog eyes:: <Curdswell> ::his empty mug quietly crawls across the bar and scales down to the floor:: <Maeli> ::eyes Jel and Michelle thoughtfully:: * Michelle smiles evilly over the rim of her glass, "You don't know, do you?" * Curdswell sees the turn of thought written on Maeli's face and smiles, himself. <Jelarthna> ::in a stage whisper:: Women! ::takes another sip of wine:: <Maeli> ::cackles softly to herself:: * Michelle sips her wine. "So how have you been keeping busy Maeli?" <Maeli> I? Oh, I take in a bit of sewing, I visit my kin, and I stop in for a cider on my way home... ::she raises her mug and takes a sip:: * Curdswell sits down on the edge of his stool and kicks his feet idly. <Rhys> Care for anything, Curdswell? <Jelarthna> :::finishes the wine and sets the glass on the bar:: Could you get me a glass of water, Rhys? <Rhys> Of course. ::gets Jelarthna a glass of water:: <Jelarthna> Thank you. <Curdswell> Hm, ::looking back over his shoulder at Rhys:: yes, but I think I've misplaced my mug--or its misplaced itself. * Michelle sips her wine. <Rhys> That's easily remedied. ::gets a new mug off the racks:: Another glass of Mist of the Peaks? <Curdswell> Yes, please. ::big, electric yellow grin:: <Jelarthna> Michelle, have you had any word from Jaret, yet? * Michelle sighs, "No." <Jelarthna> What about you, Rhys? * Rhys shakes his head. "I'm afraid not." * Jelarthna looks thoughtful. <Jelarthna> How long has it been now, since he vanished? <Rhys> About two months. <Michelle> Do you think we should try looking for him? <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head and sighs:: Technically, that's not enough time to start worrying. ::grins suddenly:: But I've never been much of a by-the-rules type. * Curdswell sips his drink. * Michelle quirks an eyebrow, "What is enough time to start worrying? Technically?" <Jelarthna> ::scratches his head:: For a quest like this, I'd say at least 8 months... * Michelle sags, "I'll be a frazzled bundle of nerves by then." <Jelarthna> ::winks at Michelle:: I didn't say *I* was going to wait that long to start looking... <Michelle> So when are you going to start? <Jelarthna> Erm. Gonna have to get an extension on my homework, though. ::seems to be trying to grimace and smile at the same time:: <Jelarthna> How about in a few days? <Michelle> Just tell Zoya we're going to look for Jaret and ask if she want to come along. <Jelarthna> Okay, I'll try. ::chuckles:: <Curdswell> Zoya? ::perks up:: * Rhys coughs quietly. "Last call, everyone." <Jelarthna> She's my teacher. <Curdswell> Your teacher? You didn't mention that before. Curious. ::drains his mug:: <Jelarthna> ::ponders for a moment:: I didn't? <Curdswell> Not that I recall. * Michelle finishes her wine. <Jelarthna> Hm. Sorry about that. I've got quite a workload, and compounded with your ideas, and Yb running around, I probably haven't been thinking entirely straight. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: * Curdswell hops down from his stool and stretches. <Curdswell> No problem--your recommendation makes a lot more sense, now. ::winks:: <Michelle> Well, goodnight to all of you. <Jelarthna> ::smiles:: * Michelle wraps her scarf around her again and heads out the door. <Rhys> Good night, Michelle. See you soon; * Jelarthna finishes off his water, and sets the mug and a small purse on the table. * Maeli laboriously stands, and leans on her cane. She takes her cider mug over to the bar and sets it carefully in front of Rhys, then retrieves her pouch and hobbles out the door. "Good night, my dears..." <Jelarthna> Good night, Michelle. * Curdswell waves at the departing. <Jelarthna> Good night, Maeli. Would you like us to walk you home before we go to the Tower? <Rhys> Good night Maeli and Jelarthna. Take care. <Jelarthna> Good night, Rhys. <Curdswell> ::to Jell:: Shall we? <Jelarthna> Well, follow me, Curdswell, and you'll see some *very* interesting things. <Jelarthna> ::walks outside with the Curd-meister:: * Curdswell follows on Jel's heels. <Rhys> Good night, Curdswell. * Rhys locks the door, and rearranges the furniture. He goes into the office and finds a dusty requisition book. "One... medium... chair..." |
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