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* Rhys walks in from the kitchen, the scent of baking bread trailing behind him. He unlocks the front door and returns behind the counter. "Hall's open." * Jelarthna saunters in, with a typical spring in his step and a smile on his face. He sports a nasty, purplish-grey bruise just over his left eyebrow. * Yb enters through the side/front door. She's wearing a white blouse and a green skirt. Her crystal staff is in her hand. * Jelarthna hangs his cloak and hat by the door and walks to the bar. <Jelarthna> Good evening, Rhys! * Tyl wanders into the Hall, yet another batch of papers in her hands... <Rhys> Good evening Jelarthna, Yb. Jelarthna, that's quite a shiner you've picked up. <Jelarthna> ::looks askance at Yb:: Hello, Yb. <Jelarthna> Hi, Tyl! <Yb> Hello Rhys, Jel, Tyl. * Zoya strolls in. She notices Yb and makes a discreet face, then moves the rest of the way in. <Jelarthna> ::to Rhys, rubbing the bruise lightly:: I was on the wrong end of a fish pail. <Tyl> Oh! ::Looks up from her papers just in time to NOT run Jelarthna over:: Hello there. How are you? Nice black eye! ::rustles papers:: wanna help me look over my repair bills? * Yb walks over to the bar and leans her staff against the wall, "Could I have a glass of wine Rhys?" <Rhys> Of course, Yb. Any preferences? <Tyl> Next time I see Bai, I think I'm going to share this bill with him ::grins sardonically:: <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Um. I'm not that great with rows and columns of numbers. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: <Zoya> Good evening, all! ::sits next to Tyl:: What's this? <Yb> Something white. I don't feel like trying to get stains out of this blouse. <Tyl> Bills... bills bills and more bills. It would have been easier if he'd just torched the whole place... <Yb> Good evening Zoya. <Yb> Tyl, what's this about Bai and bills? <Rhys> Of course, Yb. ::Rhys fetches a goblet, uncorks a bottle of white wine, and pours Yb a glass:: Here you are. <Yb> Thank you Rhys. ::Sips delicately from her goblet.:: <Jelarthna> Now Tyl, from what you two told me it was a freak accident. Could have happened to anyone with a sword made from a piece of the sun. <Tyl> oh ::turns:: good evening, Yb... I didn't notice you ::okay, so I'm lying:: Your dear friend Bai set my house on fire... <Tyl> ::back to Jelarthna:: Yeah, I know, but it's still expensive! <Zoya> ::nods to Yb:: <Jelarthna> I can help you pay for it, if that's the trouble. * Yb frowns, "I'm sure he had a good reason." <Tyl> It's not *really* the money... it's more... I feel like being irritable about it and Bai is easy to blame, since he's not here... <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Okay, I can understand that. It's much easier to be irritated with Bai when he's not around. <Tyl> I'd bill the bloodsucker, but he's dead, and I'm quite sure his estate is not going to pay it... <Rhys> ::looking around:: Jelarthna, Tyl, Zoya, anything I can get you to drink? <Tyl> ::plunks down in a chair:: sure, Rhys... rum and ice, please... * Lisl strides through the door, swirling her cloak from her shoulders and shaking a bit of rain from her short hair. * Rhys fixes Tyl some rum and ice. <Jelarthna> ::looks up:: Oh! Yes. How about some of the Arabellan Red? <Jelarthna> Good evening, Lisl. <Tyl> ::tosses the papers on the table:: it's just... well, Cwally's gotten sick, since the roof is leaking, and it's been so unseasonably chilly, and all the repairs are so costly and all... <Zoya> ::waves:: Nothing for me, thanks. * Marta pokes her head out of the office, looking around, expression brightening. "Oh! I thought there was more noise out here than usual. <Zoya> ::frowns:: No reason for the child to be sick, Tyl. You both can stay at the Tower until your repairs are done. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Your sister is sick? * Rhys pours Jelarthna a goblet of the Arabellan Red. "Here you are. Marta! Please, come out and visit with our guests." * Marta takes a quill from behind her ear, tosses it back in the inkpot, and wanders out into the common room. <Jelarthna> Hello, Marta! I wondered where you were. <Jelarthna> Thanks, Rhys. ::sips the wine:: <Tyl> I put her up in a hostel after the first rainy night... I'm still used to sleeping outdoors most of the time, so I didn't even think about it <Tyl> She's got a nasty cough... and a fever... the cleric I talked to gave me some draughts for her... she's being awfully stubborn about taking them, tho. * Yb pounces on Lisl and squeals in delight, "Lisl, you're BACK!" <Lisl> Good evening, all. ::heading for the bar:: There's rain to the north...how has it been here in the city, today? <Rhys> Lisl would you... ::watches Lisl get pounced on:: ... care for anything to drink? The usual? <Lisl> YB!!! ::momentarily frozen in horror, she is unable to avoid Yb's grasp:: * Yb begins snuggling Lisl making sounds somewhere between a purr and a sigh. <Jelarthna> ::sighs in pity:: <Jelarthna> I'll try talking to your sister, Tyl. Maybe it's a thing about not listening to big sister. <Yb> Since Moon Dancer disappeared I've missed having a warm fuzzy around. But you're here so everything's all better now. <Lisl> ::eyes so wide the whites are showing around the rims:: Y-Yb...? Could you...ummm...not make cat noises, please? It's, um...good to see you. ::eyes searching the room vainly for Bai:: <Tyl> You could go visit her... she might like that... <Jelarthna> Warm and fuzzy? ::looks at Lisl again, appraisingly:: * Marta drifts over towards the bar, a smile lighting her face as she espies Jel. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: I'll do that. I'm sorry I haven't kept up, but I've been pretty running around. <Tyl> It's okay - how'd you get hit in the face with a fish bucket anyway? <Yb> Was I making cat noises? ::Looks at Lisl with an appearance of total innocence:: * Jelarthna sees Marta approach and smiles at her * Lisl gingerly puts an arm around Yb's shoulder and gives her a cautious hug. <Jelarthna> The fish bucket? I probably could have ducked it, but I was a little surprised, and a little drunk at the time... * Yb returns the hug, then starts bouncing around the room, "Yippy! Lisl really missed me!" * Marta stops and bends forward slightly to peer at Jel, as he turns. "Milord Jelarthna? Whatever happened to your eye? * Lisl gives Rhys a stricken look as she continues the rest of the way to the bar unhindered. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: I failed to get out of the way of a fish bucket. They make surprisingly effective projectiles. <Lisl> Ummm....I don't suppose you've see BAI around today, have you? * Rhys smiles congenially at Lisl. "No, he hasn't been by in a while." <Jelarthna> :sotto voice to Lisl:: run <Rhys> Anything to drink, Lisl? * Jelarthna sips his wine. * Lisl 's hand convulses into a fist on the countertop...with concentrated care, she loosens her fingers and smiles. <Jelarthna> [Bai impersonation!!] * Yb bounces back to Lisl, "Have you seen Bai? He burnt down Tyl's house and she's mad at him. But he must have had a good reason, so maybe it was a bad house and Tyl should be thanking him. Right?" <Lisl> He's still getting me back for almost killing him that time, I know it. * Jelarthna edges slightly away from Lisl and Yb. <Tyl> I'm not really mad ::looks sort of frustrated:: it's just... annoying... <Zoya> ::watches everyone, slightly bemused...:: <Lisl> Yes, thank you, Rhys. I'll have some mulekick, please. ::her voice is so close to normal and calm that it's rather frightening...especially as her eyes are bright yellow:: <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Have you hired any contractors, yet? <Tyl> Um... yes... But they haven't done anything yet... I was considering renting out your students, but then decided that I'd actually like to find my way around my house <Marta> ::looking confused:: A fish bucket? * Rhys retrieves a sturdy mug and carefully fills it with mulekick. Before handing it to Lisl, he carefully sets a slice of lemon on the rim of the mug, "Here you go." <Jelarthna> ::laughs at Tyl's comment:: <Lisl> Bai...burned Tyl's house down, Yb? ::shoots a puzzled look at Tyl:: <Zoya> ::chuckles:: <Lisl> Thank you, Rhys. <Jelarthna> Yes, a fish bucket. I wasn't here last week because I was talking - well, drinking with, Yousef. <Yb> ::All of Yb's energy disappears and she starts wandering about the Hall as if she were half asleep.:: <Tyl> ::looks back at Lisl:: Well, he went over to my place and we were chasing vampires and he pulled out that sword of his and the vampire burst into flame! That was sort of exciting, except it caught the room on fire... <Tyl> there was a lot of collateral damage... * Tyl drinks her rum * Jelarthna nods at Tyl's comment. <Lisl> ::takes the lemon from the rim, bites into it, makes a face, and lifts the mulekick to her lips, tilting the mug back and holding it there for several long moments. When she returns it to the counter, it is more than half empty.:: * Jelarthna blinks at Lisl in surprise <Marta> Yousef? You actually saw him? He's alive? ::forgetting herself and gripping Jel's arm:: <Jelarthna> ::with a barely perceptible twitch, smiles at Marta:: Yes, I saw him. <Jelarthna> He's very much alive, and still has plenty of energy. <Lisl> ::shaking her head briskly before re-focussing on Tyl:: Exciting? I would have thought the fire was *more* exciting. Did everyone make it out okay? Excepting the vampire, of course. [strangely enough, she seems more relaxed and normal with the 'kick in her] * Yb starts rummaging through Tyl's papers. <Tyl> Um... Yb... ::looks at her papers, looks at Yb... looks at her papers... looks at Yb... sighs... finishes off her rum:: <Marta> ::sighing in relief:: I was so afraid that he might not...::clears her throat:: I mean, I thought I'd have know, had he died, but I wasn't truly *certain*... * Lisl grins at Tyl and takes a second long draft of 'kick. <Jelarthna> Your instincts were good, Marta. He's okay. ::clears throat a bit:: Would you mind letting go of my arm, though? ::smiles:: <Marta> Oh! ::looks shamefaced:: My sincerest apologies. ::releasing Jel's arm and smoothing the sleeve absently:: <Jelarthna> It's alright. I know how much this means to you. <Jelarthna> Yousef is not a happy man, I'm afraid. He seems to be doing all right for himself, and he named his boat after you, the Marta II. * Tyl peers into the bottom of her empty cup * Rhys picks up the rum bottle and moves over to Tyl. "More?" <Tyl> Ah, yes please... contracting is thirsty work. * Jelarthna takes another sip of wine and surreptitiously looks over to see what Yb is doing. * Rhys refills Tyl's glass. * Yb walks through the door while she continues to rummage through Tyl's papers. <Tyl> Um YB! <Yb> ::The Yb with the papers looks up at Tyl:: Yes? <Tyl> ::gets up:: Um... Yb... would it be too much trouble for me to get my papers back before you leave? <Marta> He named his craft for me? ::warm smile:: How sweet...he's not forgotten me, then. Perhaps the mistress was wrong about him... <Lisl> [the Yb with the papers? There're two of you?] <Jelarthna> Who are you referring to? <Rhys> [no, I think he means a *second* Yb walked in through the door, while the original was reading Tyl's papers.] <Yb> ::The Yb with the papers hands them to Tyl.:: Sorry, I don't know what came over me. ::The Yb at the door walks over to the bar and sips the forgotten glass of wine.:: * Jelarthna sees the second Yb and shudders <Tyl> ::looks back and forth between two Ybs, sits down, picks up her rum and drains it:: <Yb> ::Yb at bar:: So how'd you get the black eye Jel? <Zoya> ::blinks, shakes her head, and signals Rhys:: *Now* I think I'd like a drink... <Jelarthna> ::to Yb:: I failed to duck a fish bucket that was thrown at me. <Yb> ::Yb at the bar caresses Jel's face:: You should be more careful. So what did you do to make someone throw a bucket at you? <Tyl> ::mutters:: <Yb> ::Yb at Tyl's table:: Is there something wrong Tyl? <Jelarthna> ::blushes slightly:: Ah. I was drinking with someone and said the wrong things. He got angry at me and threw the bucket at me... <Tyl> ::crossly to Yb at her table:: Don't you think you get enough attention with only one of you around? <Yb> ::Yb at bar:: Here, let me make it better. ::Leans over to kiss Jel's bruise.:: <Jelarthna> ::shies away from Yb as she moves in:: That's alright, Yb, it only looks bad. <Yb> ::Yb at bar pouts:: If you say so. <Jelarthna> It happened a week ago, it's just turning colors while it heals. I've had bruises like this hundreds of times. <Yb> ::Yb at Tyl's table:: What are you talking about? <Tyl> ::points at the Yb by the bar who is kissing Jelarthna, or trying to:: <Yb> ::Yb at Tyl's table looks at the other Yb and blinks, then stands up quickly, knocking her chair over in the process:: What are YOU doing here? <Jelarthna> Uh-oh. * Zoya considers diving under the table, but instead watches the two Ybs face off with something like fascinated horror... <Yb> ::Yb at bar looks at the other Yb and also stands:: What do you mean, 'What am *I* doing here?' you're the imposter!" * Rhys quietly rolls his shoulders behind the bar, obviously preparing for the worst. * Jelarthna back out of the line of fire, taking his wine glass with him. <Yb> ::Yb at table:: I'm the imposter. You're the clay statue that gnarled old witch made, not me. * Tyl grabs her rum and moves under the table <Tyl> Jelarthna? Have a seat? <grins up at him> <Yb> ::Yb at bar:: Oh yeah, then how come I know everyone's names. * Rhys coughs at the two twin twits. "Ladies?" <Yb> ::Both Ybs:: SHUT UP!! <Yb> ::Yb at table:: Oh yeah, what's her name? ::Points at Marta:: <Jelarthna> ::kneels behind the table where Tyl is and puts the glass on the floor:: Thanks. * Tyl smiles just a bit and leans her head against Jel's arm <Yb> ::Yb at bar:: Umm...That doesn't matter. ::grabs the staff that's been leaning against the wall:: 'Cause I've got THIS! <Tyl> ::very quietly:: oh shit <Yb> ::Yb at table:: Give that back! <Rhys> ::louder:: "Ladies! No fighting on the Hall." * Jelarthna stands up and flexes his fingers, beginning the mumblings of what seems to be a spell of some sort. <Yb> ::Both Ybs:: SHUT UP!! * Rhys steps to the right or maybe the left... shimmers, and there's two identical Rhys's standing at the bar. <Zoya> ::glances at Jel:: Stay out of it. <Tyl> <sigh> I wouldn't get involved if I were you... * Marta looks with puzzlement at the wildly-dressed woman. <Yb> ::Yb at bar:: Make me! <Jelarthna> I don't plan to interfere, but I do plan to protect us. <Tyl> well, that would be a welcome change... <grin> <Zoya> ::nods:: Do what you can... <Tyl> <sips rum> where is Bai> * Rhys steps again... and there's three of him. When he speaks, it's in a curious echo. "This is your last warning." <Yb> ::Yb at table starts looking around for something.:: * Marta looks at the other, identical woman. <Tyl> ::blinks at multi-Rhys:: ack... this is a bit much don't you think?? ::finishes rum:: <Yb> ::Yb at bar laughs:: * Marta steps towards them, still looking from one to the other. <Jelarthna> Maybe the something shiny trick will work again? <Jelarthna> ::grins grimly:: <Yb> ::Yb at bar:: I'll prove to everyone who the imposter is. <Tyl> ::mostly to self:: You know, lady, I know you're dead already, but I'd not get involved... <Jelarthna> Marta, don't get close to them * Rhys cracks his knuckles (disturbing sound from thirty fingers at once), flips a coin, and points one hand (three hands?) at each Yb. * Lisl comes out of the WC and sees the two Ybs, and plasters herself against the wall. <Jelarthna> Lisl, Zoya, come over here. <Tyl> Hey Lisl... come on, you can sit right here... ::pats the floor next to her:: <Marta> Why....how strange! You're twins? ::stepping between the two Ybs, looking from one to the other with a smile:: <Jelarthna> You too, Marta. * Zoya is still too fascinated to move. * Tyl turns her attention to her rum glass, which is urgently trying to get out of her hand, a look of complete terror on its glassy little face <Jelarthna> ::mutters something, then moves between Zoya, Lisl, and Tyl and begins casting a spell:: <Lisl> ::sidles along the wall, taking a seat by Tyl. ::quietly:: So...how long has she been back, anyway? <Tyl> A few months or so, I think... I didn't meet her until fairly recently. She really is weird, you know... <Lisl> ::dryly:: You don't know the half of it...Then again, perhaps you do...::nodding to the two Ybs:: <Tyl> First time I met her, she vanished in a puff of blue flame and green smoke, right up the chimney... <Tyl> I'd say, people don't know the double of it ::laughs at own bad joke:: <Rhys> ::both Ybs get a slightly startled look on their faces and *poit* out of the Hall. The staff disappears as well:: <Jelarthna> ::A glow begins forming in the air around Lisl, Zoya, Tyl, and Jel. It coalesces into a globe, partially underground, that swirls with rainbow colors. <Lisl> Just be glad she never had a crush on you... <Tyl> Actually, it was my asking where Moon Dancer was that made her go up in flames the first time... * Jelarthna looks around carefully. * Rhys steps back in toward himself again, and there's two. He steps again, and there's just the one of him behind the counter. <Jelarthna> Is she gone, Rhys? <Rhys> ::sniff sniff:: Bread's ready. I'll be right back. * Marta steps backward in startlement. <Marta> From two to none...what an odd girl! <Tyl> ::to Lisl:: that's what I love about that man - he's so nonchalant... * Tyl climbs out from under the table. <Jelarthna> ::with a sigh, Jelarthna releases the spell and sags to the floor:: Ugh. That one always takes a lot out of me. Glad we didn't really need it. * Jelarthna lays out on the floor and closes his eyes. * Rhys returns from the kitchen, a hot loaf of bread on a cutting board. There's a serrated knife on the board, and little dimples in the board holding little cups of butter and honey. <Tyl> ::gracefully sinks to the floor next to Jelarthna:: Are you okay> <Rhys> Bread, anyone? <Jelarthna> Yeah, I just need a minute to rest. That's the most powerful protection spell I know, but it's very draining. <Tyl> ::pats Jelarthna's hand:: You're very sweet to worry about us like that. <Zoya> ::watches Tyl and Jel, grinning:: <Jelarthna> Of course I do! You're my friends! * Rhys starts to cut the bread. "Anyone prefer the heel?" * Jelarthna grins slightly and sighs. <Zoya> ::raises a hand:: Heel for me, Rhys! <Jelarthna> Drat. <Tyl> Would you like a lap to put your head in? I'm sure you can't be very comfortable down here... <Zoya> ::glances at Jel:: I'll flip you for it. * Rhys sets the heel on a plate and sets it at an empty chair for Zoya. "There's two heels. You each can have one." <Jelarthna> ::grins at Tyl:: Thanks for the offer, but I don't really want to move right now. -> *Tyl* Levitate him. ;) <Jelarthna> Ah, but it's the first heel that's the good one! By right of being able to move, I'll concede to Zoya, though. <Tyl> Poor you... ::concentrates for a moment, then Jelarthna rises off the floor just a bit:: Here... I'll move you for you... <Zoya> ::chuckles, then gets to her feet and collects the bread, slathering butter on it before returning to the table:: <Tyl> ::scrunches around on the floor until her lap is under Jel's head, and he moves back down:: <Jelarthna> Whoa! neat trick, Tyl. <Tyl> ::grins:: I've been practicing... teaching Cwally has gotten my skills sharper... <Jelarthna> Good for you! how is she coming along? <Tyl> She's better then I am at some things... worse at others... she's got a strange mind set... * Michelle enters wearing a pink dress. As usual she has her moon earring in her right ear. <Tyl> Ah, hullo Michelle... you missed all the excitement! * Rhys keeps cutting slices of bread for patrons. "Good evening, Michelle. Anything I can get for you?" <Zoya> ::through a mouthful of bread:: G'effen, M'ffl! <Jelarthna> ::weakly tries to wave at Michelle:: Hi, Michelle. <Michelle> Tea please Rhys, and a slice of that bread. ::Walks over to Jel and leans over to look at him:: And what happened to you? <Jelarthna> ::eyes still closed:: I cast a Prismatic Sphere, and it took a lot out of me. <Michelle> Why'd you do that? The Dragons come looking for you again? <Jelarthna> ::smiles:: No, Yb showed up twice. Literally. At the same time, two Ybs. <Jelarthna> They got into an argument, and it was turning ugly. <Lisl> I'd take some of that bread, Rhys...and actually, do you know if there's any steak in the icebox? I know Sealgair used to keep it pretty well stocked.... <Tyl> Like one Yb isn't enough, or anything... * Michelle blinks amusedly, "That does sound worrisome." <Jelarthna> One Yb is more than enough. <Rhys> Of course, Lisl. I'll be right back. How uncooked would you like it? * Michelle looks at Tyl, smiles, then rises up and heads towards the bar. <Lisl> ::grinning at Rhys:: MD's told you of my preferences, eh? Actually, I'm in the mood for a good steak tartar... <Tyl> ::waves her empty, now sleeping glass at Michelle:: While you're up and I'm occupied ::grin:: could you refill my rum and ice, Michelle? <Rhys> ::to Lisl:: I'll see what I can do. * Michelle smiles again, "Certainly." Looks down at Jel, "Want anything?" <Jelarthna> ::mumbles something incoherent:: * Michelle goes behind the bar and fixes Tyl another drink having decided that Jel's fine as is. * Michelle takes Tyl's drink to her. "Here ya go." * Lisl looks up and down the bar, and spots her mug at the kitchen-end of the bar, sweating and peering cautiously over the edge of the bar. <Tyl> Thanks... you're wonderful ::raises her glass:: Here's to only one Yb at a time! <Jelarthna> ::breathing deepens a bit and gets very regular:: * Michelle smiles, "I'll second that." * Michelle returns to the bar and helps herself to a slice of bread, buttering it heavily. <Lisl> Oh, no you don't...trust me, little one, you don't want to jump with a load like *that* in you. ::grasping her mug and carrying it back to her stool:: * Zoya chuckles for some unknown reason... * Rhys comes out from the kitchen carrying a plate with *very* red bits of beef on it. There are some signs that it has even been properly seasoned. "Here you are, Lisl. I hope this suffices." <Tyl> ::sort of absent-mindedly brushes Jel's hair out of his face:: * Rhys peers at Jelarthna. "Tyl, is he doing all right?" <Tyl> He's sleeping... <Rhys> Michelle, did you have a kind of tea you wanted? <Michelle> Something relaxing. * Lisl takes a hefty swallow of 'kick. * Rhys begins to fix Michelle some chamomile tea. <Jelarthna> [kick can be relaxing...] <Michelle> [Yeah, but Michelle's tolerance for it is exceedingly low.] <Lisl> [kick is VERY relaxing...just look at what it did to 'chelle last time! ^_^] <Jelarthna> [exactly!] * Lisl grins impishly and hefts her mug in Michelle's direction. <Lisl> relaxing, you said? * Rhys passes Michelle the teacup and saucer. "Here you are. It may not be as immediate, but you won't have anywhere near as much of a headache in the morning." <Michelle> Lisl, I have no desire to sleep through an entire day, and then wake up with a headache that made me think I was giving birth to Athena. <Tyl> Who? <Lisl> ::blinks innocently:: I *did* say you'd have a headache in the morning...there's a reason it's called "mulekick." * Michelle sips her tea. "Athena. She's an old goddess from my world. According to legend her father was having terrible headaches and when the other gods split his head open to find out why she sprang forth fully grown and armored. * Jelarthna snort and jumps up, blinking rapidly and looking around wildly. <Jelarthna> What? Where? <Lisl> ::grins:: Sounds like my kind of goddess. What were her worshippers like? * Rhys looks at Jelarthna, completely deadpan. "Boo." <Tyl> Hell of a childbirth - did her da' get his head back together? It occurs to me that cutting one's head off is not usually the recommended cure for headaches <Michelle> Umm...Most of them where slave owning homosexuals with delusions of democracy. <Jelarthna> ::looks around the Hall for a moment, obviously getting his bearings, then sticks his tongue out at Rhys:: I'm definitely not getting enough sleep... * Lisl looks from Rhys to Jel and leans her head in her hands, giggling. * Tyl puts her elbows on her knees, head in hands and sighs <Michelle> Yeah he got his head back together. Serves him right if you ask me. He ate his first wife which is how Athena got there in the first place. <Lisl> Heh. Well, perhaps not, then. ::giggles again, ending with a hiccup. She puts a hand to her mouth and looks mildly surprised.:: Excuse me. <Tyl> Sounds like a god-thing to me... <Jelarthna> ::offers his hand to Tyl:: Can I help you up? Thanks for the loan of your lap, I fear it was a bit too much more comfortable than the floor. ::smiles:: <Tyl> ::takes his hand and stands up:: Not a problem lovie... ::gives him a sly wink:: I can think of more comfortable places, if you're still tired? <Lisl> ::closes one eye and peers into her mug, then shrugs and takes another swallow.:: * Rhys fixes himself a slice of bread with some honey. <Jelarthna> ::looks somewhat distracted:: Thanks, I appreciate the offer, but there are some things I need to get done tonight. I have a couple of leads I'm chasing down... <Michelle> Leads on? <Jelarthna> ::looks grim:: On who killed Marta. <Lisl> ::grinning at Tyl:: I thought you didn't have an apartment anymore... <Tyl> I rented some rooms at the Red Heron... <Michelle> Speaking of Marta, how did your talk with Yousef go? <Tyl> ::mock-glares at Lisl:: * Jelarthna points to the bruise on his forehead. <Jelarthna> It went alright at first... * Lisl grins innocently back at Tyl and swallows back another hiccup. <Lisl> Heh...now I remember why I like 'kick so much! * Michelle shakes her head. "Next time why don't we send someone who isn't prone to putting their foot in their mouth." <Jelarthna> ::glances at Lisl:: Are you alright? I'd offer to scare you, but I don't think I could. * Lisl takes another sip, smiling faintly. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Michelle:: I think I did about as well as most could. But he seems pretty bitter still... <Lisl> Scare me? Whatever for? ::hiccups again:: <Jelarthna> To cure those hiccups. Actually, I know someone that would be able to help you for certain! He cured an incurable set of hiccups I had for about three weeks. * Michelle sighs, "I can imagine." <Michelle> I don't know Jelarthna. I think Lisl might know Drach too well for that. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Maybe so. * Lisl smiles at Jelarthna, giving him a yellow-eyed wink. "What's the matter, you've never seen a drunk person in a bar before?" <Lisl> Oh, Drach cured you, eh? Let me guess...he chopped you in half with a really big war axe. ::grin:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Lisl:: I've been a drunk person in a bar before! But having the hiccups is still annoying. <Jelarthna> That would be the trick. The aura, growth, and loud war cry kinda added to the effect. <Lisl> I don't know, it's kind of fun. I wish I could blow bubbles when I do it though, like Erdian did...::looks faintly sad:: <Lisl> ::chuckling evilly:: Betcha didn't know Drach was a paladin, did ya? <Zoya> ::giggles quietly and whispers a soft incantation Smallish, faintly-colored bubbles begin drifting from Lisl's mouth as she speaks.:: <Tyl> Hmp... ::looks through her pouch:: Aha! Here... ::hands Lisl a small bottle:: Zoya had bubble hiccups when she drank this... or maybe it was Philister... <Jelarthna> I do now. <Tyl> ::shrugs and puts bottle back in her pouch:: nevermind... <Jelarthna> ::leans closer to Michelle, and lowers his voice:: Is there anything else we can do for Marta, aside from bringing Yousef here and reconciling them? <Lisl> Ah! Thanks, Tyl! ::looking cross-eyed as a bubble floats up before her eyes:: Whoops...I think someone beat you to it! <Lisl> ::laughs delightedly:: * Michelle whispers to Jelarthna. * Lisl suddenly notices a plate inching closer to her elbow, trying to be noticed. * Zoya yawns suddenly, and stands up. "I think I'd better head back to the Tower. Good night, all!" <Lisl> Ah! Rhys, you're a godsend! ::pulls out her belt knife and falls to on the steak tartar, chewing happily and washing it down with 'kick:: <Rhys> Good night, Zoya. Be careful. <Tyl> He might be a God send... but I wonder what God sent him ::winks at Rhys:: <Lisl> 'night Zoya! ::pursing her lips and blowing several multicolored bubbles her way:: <Jelarthna> Oh, goodnight, Zoya. Take care. I'll see you tomorrow to discuss some of the things we're going to need for the latest student project. ::grins:: * Rhys smiles at Tyl. <Zoya> ::smiles widely at all and sundry:: Very well, very well - talk tomorrow! * Michelle shakes her head, "I don't want to know." <Zoya> ::heads out the door, humming softly to herself:: <Michelle> Goodnight Zoya. <Jelarthna> No, you probably don't. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Rhys:: I didn't know you were a priest? ::covering another hiccup with her hand:: <Tyl> ::wonders if she's an all or a sundry...:: <Lisl> [I'm a sundry. ^_^] <Jelarthna> [definitely a sundry] <Rhys> ::to Lisl:: No, I'm just acknowledging Tyl's remark. I'm no priest. <Jelarthna> ::whispers something back to Michelle:: * Lisl wolfing down her food. "Ah...sorry. Not thinking too quickly tonight, I'm afraid." * Michelle whispers back to Jelarthna. * Lisl takes another sip of 'kick as she finishes off her steak with a happy sigh. <Tyl> ::glances at Michelle and Jelarthna and looks a bit worried:: <Lisl> That hit the spot... <Rhys> Oh, good. I haven't made it in a while, and I was worried I might not have done a good job ::collects the plate:: <Rhys> ::looks out the door:: Sorry to spring this on all of you, but it's closing time. <Lisl> If no one has been thoughtful enough to tell you yet, you're a *great* chef, Rhys. And you bake well, too! <Tyl> Oh... sure thing, Rhys... <Lisl> And I'm *not* just saying that 'cause I'm drunk. * Michelle kisses Jelarthna on the cheek. "That just might work. I need to be going now. Do you think you can keep this conversation to yourself or am I going to have to ask Tyl or Zoya to wipe your mind?" <Tyl> ::fishes around in her pouch and digs out a silver coin:: <Rhys> ::to Tyl:: Don't worry about it. ON the house. * Lisl hiccups again, letting loose a stream of blue bubbles. <Jelarthna> ::looks slightly offended:: I might be a bad liar, but I can keep a secret! <Rhys> ::eyeing Lisl:: You, too. <Tyl> ::gives Rhys a long look:: I am NOT broke, Rhys... here... <Michelle> Goodnight everyone. <Rhys> ::to Tyl:: I'm not saying you're broke, I'm saying... well, if you insist. ::takes the silver piece:: <Jelarthna> ::me pulls a small pouch out of the larger one on his belt and sets it on the counter:: No arguments, Rhys. ::grins:: <Tyl> ::grins:: Makes me feel better... the Hall puts up with so much from all of us... eases my mind to at least pay for the drinks... * Michelle heads out the door. <Jelarthna> Good night, Michelle. <Lisl> Me, too, what? * Lisl finishing her 'kick, eyeing the mug for a moment, deciding if she wants to lick up the last drops... <Rhys> You, too, mulekick on the house. Especially if you keep spouting bubbles. ::a small grin crinkles the corners of his eyes:: <Jelarthna> Here Lisl, why don't I walk you home? <Tyl> ::sighs:: Goodnight, Rhys... <Rhys> Good night, Tyl. Be careful. <Jelarthna> Want to walk with us, Tyl? <Lisl> Ah, got it. Thanks. ::smiles:: I'll make it up to you with steak materials, next time I'm through here. <Tyl> You can't be careful on a skateboard, Rhys... <grins> and no, I don't know what it means... <Tyl> Sure thing, Jel... <Lisl> ::waves Jel away:: Thanks, but I'll be fine, really. <Jelarthna> ::looks quizzical at Tyl:: <Rhys> ::to Lisl:: that'd be wonderful. Since Moon Dancer went on hiatus, we've had a paucity of fresh meat. <Jelarthna> ::bows slightly to Lisl:: I'll not accept that answer, milady. <Lisl> Heck, if someone decided to try to mug me on the way home, I'd probably enjoy it! <Jelarthna> Nevertheless... * Jelarthna grins <Lisl> ::giving Rhys a merry smile:: He's a good hunter, isn't he? <Rhys> He gets the job done. <Rhys> ::grinning:: <Lisl> ::wrinkles her nose at Jel:: You've been taking lessons from Jaret, haven't you? <Jelarthna> Any idea when he's going to be back again? <Jelarthna> ::Grins at Lisl:: Maybe a few. Why? Is that bad? <Rhys> ::to Jelarthna:: I have no idea. We're not in any special straits or anything, so I haven't been too concerned. He can take care of himself. But it has been a while. <Jelarthna> Just curious. He's really not around enough. <Lisl> ::throwing back her head and laughing:: Bad? No. Just...::shakes her head, chuckling:: <Jelarthna> ::offers Lisl his arm:: Shall we go? <Lisl> ::shrugs:: Ahh, I suppose I can protect *you*, if it comes down to that. ::accepting Jel's arm with a bemused smile:: <Jelarthna> ::laughs, and offers Tyl his other arm:: Shall we away, then? <Tyl> ::takes Jel's other arm:: Surely, lovie... let's off into that fair night... I should NOT let Cwally read those damn romances... <Lisl> "Shall we away"...gods, you're even starting to sound like him...I hope it's not contagious! <Lisl> ::chuckles at Tyl, blowing a stream of pink bubbles towards her behind Jel's back:: <Jelarthna> Ha! It would be interesting if it were! ::heads out the door with the two ladies on his arms:: * Rhys watches the Tipsy Trio head out the door and into the night. * Rhys heads to the door and locks it closed. He grins. "Kids." |
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