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* Michelle unlocks the door and announces, "Hall's Open!" * Michelle returns behind the bar. She's dressed in a simple burgundy dress, her long hair done up in a simple bun. Her moon earring glows faintly from her right ear. * Tyl wanders in... she looks worn out * Zoya enters, nose buried in a book. She is making notes in the margins with a small pencil. Without looking up from her book, she navigates unerringly to the bar and leans on a stool. <Michelle> And how are you tonight Tyl'gainia? <Michelle> Cider Zoya? <Tyl> ::flops down on a bar stool:: I'm doin' I guess * Zoya nods absently. <Michelle> You'll feel better in a few weeks. * Michelle pours a mug full of cider and places it on the bar where Zoya can reach it. <Zoya> Thank you. ::picks up the cider and takes a drink, lifting the book as she does so the mug won't block her view.:: * Lisl enters and hangs her pack on a peg by the door. She's covered in road-dust and looks like she's come quite a ways, but she practically bounces to a stool by the bar. * Michelle raises an eyebrow at Lisl, "I can't remember the last time I saw you in such a good mood Lisl. So happy to see me moving out?" * Jaret walks in, dressed in dark grays, his rapier belted at his side. He takes off his plumed hat as he enters. and walks to the bar. "Well met, everyone." * Zoya looks up in surprise at Jaret's voice. "Jaret! You're back!" * Tyl looks up, glances at Jaret, then back at the bar top again. <Lisl> You're moving out? That IS good-- I mean, no, that's not the reason... I took a little vacation out east. It was... fun. <Michelle> Arabellan Jaret? * Lisl's grin suggests that it wasn't necessarily fun for everyone she encountered on the way.... <Michelle> Meaning you got involved in some nice brawls that any normal person would call battles. ::Michelle grins at Lisl.:: <Jaret> Yes. I had promised to testify at the trial of the man caught selling the poison used to murder the Lord Mayor's staff. He co-operated fully, so I wanted to ask the magistrate for leniency. <Zoya> ::As long as she's looking up anyway, she smiles a greeting at Michelle, Tyl, and Lisl.:: <Jaret> Yes, Michelle, please. * Lisl eyes Jaret askance, and nods politely. "Jaret. How are you?" * Michelle pours a glass of Arabellan Red and sets it on the bar for Jaret. <Tyl> ::smiles wearily at Zoya:: Can I have a glass of water, Michelle?> <Lisl> ::purses her lips judiciously:: No... I'd call them battles. ::wide grin:: * Michelle pours a mug of water and sets it in front of Tyl. "Here you are." <Zoya> Ah, good. When's the trial, Jaret? <Jaret> I've... I've been better, Lisl. How are you? ::has a sip of the wine:: <Jaret> My testimony just concluded the other day. I haven't heard if they've sentenced him yet. <Lisl> Sorry to hear it. I'm good. ::she pauses:: I'm glad to get this all behind us. <Zoya> Ah, I see. ::frowns:: Do let us know how it goes. * Tyl picks up the mug slowly. Her hands shake until steadied by the weight of the cup <Jaret> ::quietly:: I'm glad things are in the past, too. I'd just like to get on with my life right now. <Lisl> ::nodding:: Now that it's yours again. Fair enough. <Lisl> Michelle, a mug of 'kick, please? <Zoya> ::frowns at Tyl's hands:: Tyl... What on earth is wrong? <Lisl> ::frowning a little:: Tyl? How have things been with you? You're looking a little... overworked. <Tyl> ::looks up:: Yohko calls it "withdrawal symptoms" Whatever that means. * Jaret has a little more of his wine. * Michelle smiles at Lisl and pours her a mug of paint thinner, carefully setting it on the bar in front of Lisl. <Zoya> ::frowns, then nods:: The powder, I'd imagine. <Tyl> Esperweed, yes. I've been sick as hell for the last week or so... <Michelle> It'll go away in a few weeks Tyl'gainia, and you'll feel better than you ever have. But you're going to have to stay away from that stuff for the rest of your life. <Lisl> Withdrawal? Esperweed? ::her frown deepens:: You've been drugging? You should feel better once it gets out of your system, then... hopefully. <Zoya> Is that what it was? I didn't know, but I *had* been concerned you'd been taking so much of it. I'm glad you've stopped, then. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help. Addictions are nasty things. <Tyl> ::grins weakly:: I don't think I've got a lot of choice about that... Yohko promised to sort out my breakfast from my dinner if she caught me in it again <Lisl> What does it do... I mean, what were you taking it for? <Zoya> ::blinks:: "Sort out your breakfast from your dinner"? What's *that* supposed to mean, other than being a fairly ominous-sounding threat? <Tyl> ::looks at Lisl:: It... boosts the brain's production of Psionic energy... <Tyl> ::back at Zoya:: I think she meant she was going to spill my guts out on the floor, actually... <Michelle> I don't think she'd resort to that Tyl'gainia. But she very well might decide to introduce you to the wonders of shiatsu. <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: What's that? * Lisl hefts her mug, raising it in a general toast to the room, and takes a long swallow. "Ahhh.... now THAT beats the hell out of koumiss..." * Jaret makes a brief face and drinks some more of his wine. * Tyl looks at Michelle with an expression very close to hatred, then blinks a moment. <Tyl> She's a pernicious wench... she's been following me around for about a week now <Michelle> Shiatsu. Ever heard of acupuncture, pressure points? <Zoya> ::frowns:: Ah... Pressure points, yes. <Tyl> ::shakes head no, then downs her water:: For some reason, I'm terribly thirsty these last few days... ::pushes the mug back at Michelle:: <Lisl> ::snorts:: Sounds like a Kara-Turan curse.... <Michelle> Hey, you were the one who said you could quit because that guy's been trying to do you in. And you're the one who accepted her offer to be your bodyguard if you'd quit. * Michelle refills the mug with more water. <Michelle> I suspect Kara-Tur has parallels for most of Yohko's knowledge. <Tyl> I don't believe, Michelle dear, that at this point, logic is going to be a very convincing argument for me... <Zoya> Yohko is from Earth, too? * Lisl watches Tyl downing water and shakes her head, muttering to herself, "I guess sometimes it CAN be a blessing..." * Lisl sips her 'kick. <Michelle> You're coherent enough to follow the argument, even if you're being grumpy about it. You'll be fine. * Michelle blinks at Zoya, then looks around the room and sighs, "Yohko's one of us." <Zoya> ::nods:: I knew that, but I thought you were all from different places. * Michelle crinkles her face trying to find a way to express a concept she doesn't fully understand herself, "We our, but we all have the same history, and the same frame of reference." <Zoya> ::blinks:: Oh. Well. That must be confusing. * Tyl nods. <Tyl> Yohko tried to explain it to me the other day, but then, I was having the heaves and a massive headache and all, so I don't know if it made any sense. I think she was trying to distract me. * Michelle thinks some more, "Zoya, do you know how cells divide? How during a pregnancy an entire being grows out of a single cell?" <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: I through babies grew from the stuff of their mothers' wombs... <Zoya> ::frowns:: Cells? <Zoya> [Biology isn't really her strong suit...] <Lisl> [Lisl's biology draws the line at taxonomy...] * Tyl gets up suddenly and moves hastily and somewhat unsteadily to the privy. <Zoya> [::nodnod:: Zoya's got some herbalism, some chiurgeon's training. But cells are pretty advanced stuff.] :) * Michelle sighs, "Okay, Biology 101. A cell is the single smallest unit of life. Many organisms consist of a single cell which performs all of it's life functions and contains all of it's knowledge. Other organisms, life people are composed of billions of cells, each performing individual tasks that benefit the whole." <Michelle> With me so far? <Jaret> ::quietly, to Lisl:: Sounds like she's saying organisms are things made up of a lot of little bugs. <Zoya> ::blink:: One-oh... Um... ::frowns briefly, committing it to memory:: I think so. * Lisl frowning after Tyl, and taking another swallow of 'kick. "I hope she'll be okay..." She glances into her mug, swirling it around a little. It sloshes, and a tongue of pale blue flame flickers over the rim for a moment. "Maybe some of this would help her..." <Lisl> ::looking back at Jaret dubiously:: Hmm... y'know, it DOES sound a little like a beehive.... <Michelle> Only if you want to put her out of her misery Lisl. <Lisl> Well, that was the point. <Lisl> Taker her mind off it. Or.. well... take her mind off, anyway. * Michelle sighs, "What I wouldn't do for a microscope." <Zoya> What's a microscope? <Michelle> Know what a telescope is? <Zoya> Of course. <Michelle> Microscopes the same thing instead of letting you see things that are far away it lets you see things that are very small. * Zoya looks very excited. "Really? I never thought of that! I wonder..." She starts sketching in the margin of her book. "The lenses would have to be... ::muttergarble:: ...the gnomes could rig... <mutter>" <Lisl> ::a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth:: Well, that would be ONE way for Vallel to meet Gloss's family... * Michelle blinks at Zoya a few times, "Now I know what the people who decided to look at semen under the microscope were like." <Zoya> [Umm... WHAT?] <Michelle> At any rate, because cells are so small they can't reproduce through sex. Instead they multiply by growing large and then splitting in half. <Michelle> [Do you really want me to explain it?] * Zoya is only half-listening as she sketches. "Like when you cut a pudding in half?" * Tyl walks out of the privy very very slowly <Lisl> ::muttering, still grinning:: Gloss seems to do well enough at that, too... * Lisl glances in Tyl's direction, her nose wrinkling involuntarily:: feeling better for having gotten that out of your system, Tyl? <Michelle> What's a pudding, since I assume you're not talking about the food item. <Tyl> not really, no. If today is anything like yesterday, it'll get worse later on in the evening <Lisl> You don't know what a pudding is? Oooh, I'll have to introduce you...bring Felice, it'll be FUN. ::grinning evilly:: * Tyl makes a weird face <Tyl> You *eat* pudding?? <Zoya> Well, *bread* pudding is good. ::grins briefly at Tyl:: Ooh, sorry, that may not have been what you wanted to hear about just now. * Michelle quirks an eyebrow at Lisl, "I'm not sure if you actually mean it's be fun, or if this is your background coming out again." <Lisl> No, really, it'd be fun. Especially for Felice. Don't you think so, Zoya? ::nodding encouragingly, still grinning like evil personified:: <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: It's her background. A pudding is... It eats things. ::she holds up her hands about a foot or so apart:: Usually about that big when it's inert. * Tyl looks pathetically at Michelle <Zoya> They're hard to kill. Cut it in half, and you just have two of them. Smaller, then they can get behind you easier. <Michelle> So how does it move? <Tyl> Do you think I could have some soup? Something simple like chicken broth or something? <Lisl> It oozes. Very, very quietly. * Michelle looks sympathetically at Tyl, "Certainly, I'll be back in a moment." * Michelle disappears into the kitchen. <Zoya> ::glances at Tyl's greenish face:: Ginger tea. Or an infusion, maybe, depending on how bad it is. <Meghan> :: there is a bright flash of light in the middle of the hall...when it is gone there is a woman lying in the floor where the flash of light was...she is wearing blue shorts and a blue tee shirt...black hair in a ponytail:: * Tyl leaps back from the flash, her hand going to her sword in a move that is almost completely normal, until she falls over backwards * Jaret jerks forward, and spins about rapidly, looking to see what caused the flash. <Zoya> Oh! ::puts her book down and goes over to the woman and begins to check her vital signs:: * Meghan is not conscious <Meghan> ::but appears fine otherwise:: * Lisl spins around, sliding from her stool into a fighter's crouch. One hand suddenly sports a silver-colored bracer with four long "claws" extending over her hand, while the other shoots out to steady Tyl. * Michelle walks back in from the kitchen carrying a bowl of soup and a spoon, "Um, did we have another ghost or something?" <Lisl> Careful there, Tyl. Zoya, is she alright? How'd she get in through the wards? <Zoya> Easy, folks. Whoever she is, she's out cold. She seems fine, though... I wonder if passing through the wards is what knocked her out? ::begins to check Meghan's magical signs:: * Tyl nods, and carefully get back up... she glances at the woman with vague curiosity, then heads over to her soup... * Michelle sets the bowl and a spoon on the bar and then walks around the bar to see what everyone's so concerned about. * Michelle blinks at the woman's attire, then kneels down next to her. "Any idea how she got here Zoya?" * Lisl relaxes a bit, but the claws remain out. "I thought we already reached our surprise quota for the month..." <Meghan> ::there would be no magic detected in her::: <Zoya> ::frowns:: No idea, Michelle. She's magically inert. Something or someone must have sent her here. Look at these clothes! Where could she have come from? <Michelle> Lisl, you should know better than that. The moment you're certain you can't be surprised is the moment you will be. * Jaret looks very curiously at the woman in the middle of the floor, now that he's decided something isn't going to sproing out of the corners at him. <Lisl> Oh, I didn't say we *couldn't* be surprised. I just thought we'd have quite enough of it at once already. <Michelle> At a guess, my home. Or Moon Dancers. Or a world very like them. <Lisl> Oh? Something familiar? You know her? * Zoya lightly slaps the woman's cheeks. "Come on, wake up..." <Michelle> No, don't know her. But I recognize the style of clothing. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Michelle:: This is what they wear on Earth? No *wonder* Marten couldn't figure out how to describe... ::looks back at the shorts and t-shirt:: Words fail. * Michelle smiles at Zoya, "What was Marten trying to describe?" <Lisl> ::chuckling a little:: I don't know... ::studying the clothing:: They wear things that skimpy in Chult... or maybe she's a... umm... woman of the evening? <Zoya> The clothes. I can only assume this is it. ::looks back down and shakes her head:: I've seen courtesans with less-revealing clothes. ::glances at Jaret to make sure he's being gentlemanly. As, of course, he is. Isn't he?:: <Jaret> [:-P Dad said to pay attention to women that appear from nowhere in a flash of light.] <Lisl> [I think he meant GODDESSES, Jaret dearling.] * Meghan takes a deep quick breath as Zoya hits her and her eyes flutter <Zoya> Lisl? You don't happen to have a spare... ::turns back to the woman as she stirs:: [I didn't HIT her! Just a light slap! Barely a tap!] <Michelle> Actually, I suspect she was jogging or performing some other exercise. Can't really judge her profession or hobbies from this. And if you think this is revealing you haven't even begun to be scandalized. I should probably get her something appropriate to wear. If there's one thing I've learned in my travels, it's that people notice your clothes first. * Tyl takes a few tentative spoonfuls of soup <Jaret> [Goddess, woman, it's all a matter of degrees in Jaret's little black book...] <Lisl> Spare...? <Meghan> [that's what i meant... just a little hit :)] <Lisl> [You haven't slept with her YET, young man...] * Tyl drops a black pack onto the floor and nudges it at the woman. <Tyl> I have an extra outfit in there... <Tyl> it might be a little tight on her ::indicates her slender elven form:: but better than that <Zoya> ::to Lisl:: Um.. skirt. Or trews, or... ::picks up Tyl's pack gratefully:: Thanks, Tyl. * Meghan slowly opens her eyes and the people around her come into focus <Jaret> [Hmph. It's not *all* about sex, dearie. I'm sure Lisl's in there... somewhere...] <Zoya> ::looks back at Meghan:: Hello? Can you hear me? Can you understand me? <Michelle> [Yeah, under, Seduction = Castration] <Meghan> ::softly:: wha... where... what happened <Lisl> [:P,',',',','!] ::shakes her head:: She wouldn't want anything of mine... it all reeks of horse. And I mean REEKS. <Zoya> ::takes one of Meghan's hands carefully to get her attention:: Can you hear me? <Michelle> Um... Read much science fiction? <Meghan> ::looks up at Zoya:: where am I? <Lisl> ::dryly:: How specific do you want to start? What plane are you from? <Zoya> Well, we were just trying to decide if that answer might mean anything to you. Can you tell us what happened? Michelle here might be able to explain things better... ::glances up at Michelle:: * Meghan tries to sit up but loses focus and falls back. <Michelle> Working on a frame of reference Zoya. <Zoya> ::catches her before her head hits the floor:: Be careful, there... ::helps her sit up slowly:: Better? <Michelle> ::To Meghan:: Why don't you tell us your name? * Tyl takes a few more spoonfuls of soup and something like an almost but not quite contented look crosses her face <Meghan> ::begins to mumble:: was running... stopped to get stone.... fell into tree <Michelle> Lisl, could you get me a glass of wine? * Meghan shakes her head slightly and looks over at Michelle <Lisl> ::nods and opens her fist, her claws vanishing from around her arm as she vaults lightly over the bar and studies the taps for a moment:: <Zoya> Stone? What kind of stone? <Michelle> I'm Michelle dear, what's your name? * Zoya begins to rummage in Tyl's pack. <Meghan> name... umm yeah my name ::thinks a second then says quickly:: Meghan... my name is Meghan <Lisl> Oh, hell with it... it's been too long. Apologies, Jaret. ::fishing under the bar and pulling out the bottle of Arabellan, pouring a glass and moving back around the counter to deliver it:: * Michelle takes the glass from Lisl, "Here have a sip of this." Hold the glass to Meghan's lips and holds her head up so she can drink. * Zoya pulls out a long blue and green gown. She whistles low, grins at Tyl, then holds it up to eyeball whether it would fit Meghan's form. * Meghan drinks some of the wine and sits up all the way <Lisl> ::glancing at Jaret, mouthing:: "Fell INTO a tree?" <Jaret> No, Lisl, it's fine. I don't know why everyone always checks with me before pouring someone else a glass of Arabellan Red. Did I once throw a temper tantrum about it and forget? ::said with a slight smile on his face:: <Michelle> Now Meghan, I know this is going to sound strange, but have you ever heard of alternate realities? <Zoya> ::to Tyl, quietly:: I'm going to have to, um, change it a bit so it fits her... Is that okay? Did you need it back right away? <Lisl> ::grins:: Nah, I think it has more to do with that sad, longing look you get when a glass goes somewhere other than down your gullet. <Meghan> ::looks around at the group then her focus settles on Michelle:: alternate reality? <Michelle> Parallel Universe? <Tyl> Nah... it was for a specific mission... <Meghan> ::shakes her head a bit looking around again:: ummm no * Michelle sighs then meets Meghan's gaze, "Alright I'll try to keep things simple then. Where were you jogging?" * Meghan thinks to herself that all these people are dressed pretty funny and if someone is playing a trick on her. Her mind begins to try and sort out what happened * Zoya glances at Meghan and carefully shifts around behind her so Meg can't see what she's doing. She mutters under her breath, then holds up the dress and begins to stretch it. The torso lengthens and fills out, and the hemline is lengthened, albeit a bit unevenly. She pulls the waist out a little, eyes Meg, then looks back at the dress. ::muttering:: "Better too big than too small..." She pulls out the waist a little more. <Meghan> ::looks back at Michelle:: the Mall <Lisl> [Look who's talking. GRIN] * Jaret feigns shock at Lisl's statement. "Sad longing look?! Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else in this matter?" * Tyl finishes off her soup <Michelle> Um... What town were you in? <Zoya> ::When she holds the dress back up again, it's somewhat less elegant and well-made, but big enough to fit Meghan's non-elven frame. She catches Michelle's eye and nods to indicate the dress is ready, then lays it carefully over the back of a chair near Meghan.:: <Lisl> ::amused grin:: Are you saying it's EASY to mistake you for another? Aside from the fact that I never... well... ::glancing at Zoya:: rarely mistake anyone I've met face-to-face.... <Zoya> ::grins at Lisl:: <Meghan> Washington DC ::get a slightly uneasy look:: we are in DC aren't we? <Michelle> Um... Meghan, I hate to say this, but you're not in Kansas anymore. And unfortunately I haven't heard of any ruby slippers. * Meghan looks blankly at Michelle trying to understand. <Lisl> ::furrows her brow for a moment, and grins and chuckles as she remembers the reference:: <Meghan> what do you mean? I was just running on the mall... I must have fallen when I went to lean against that tree and hit my head ::places her hand on her head and keeps talking quietly to herself:: <Lisl> I left my Tardis in my other cloak, too... <Michelle> Meghan, you're not in DC, you're not in America, you're not even on Earth. In fact I'm fairly certain that no place you can name is located in the universe we currently occupy. * Meghan looks up at Michelle. <Meghan> But I don't understand... how... where am I? <Michelle> You may have hit your head, but not hard enough to induce unconsciousness. Unconsciousness is a normal symptom of involuntary planar travel. Especially among the inexperienced. <Zoya> ::puts a comforting hand on Meghan's shoulder:: Michelle, take it slow... <Lisl> ::mumbling:: Dunno... people seemed pretty comfortable saying "Hells" there, too... * Jaret lamely tries to be reassuring. "I'm not from here, either, but it is really nice.. mostly..." * Lisl looks around the room and counts on her fingers:: Heh... actually... the natives are in the minority tonight.... <Michelle> Currently you're in Sealgair's Meade Hall, in the city of Marsember, in the kingdom of Cormyr. Beyond that it really isn't important. <Tyl> Native to where? Marsember? Or just to this particular little sphere? * Meghan wraps her arms around herself still watching Michelle she begins to shiver <Michelle> As for how you got here. I'm sorry, but I have no idea. Something very similar happened to me a long time ago, though it took quite a few trips between my starting point and arriving here. <Meghan> ::softly:: Please I want to go home now <Lisl> Heh... try this universe. Jaret, Michelle, Zoya... and now her... ::nodding to Meghan:: What IS it about this Hall? * Michelle holds to the glass to Meghan's lips again and wraps her free arm around Meghan comfortably. * Tyl absently reaches into her vest, then, with a look of dismay, she remembers that her pocket is empty <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Lisl:: I didn't come to the HALL, I came to the TOWER. And under my own power, thank you very much. * Meghan pushes the glass away <Meghan> I don't understand. Please just tell me how I can get back home <Lisl> Hall, Tower... they're linked, and you know it. And you came here *eventually*. ::smiling:: <Michelle> Drink it. You need something to calm your nerves. * Jaret goes upstairs, enters one of the rooms, and comes back downstairs with a blanket from one of the beds, which he gently drapes around Meghan's shoulders. <Zoya> M... Meghan? Is that right? If you want to go home, of course we'll do anything we can to help you. But we can't do that until we know how you came here. * Meghan looks up at Jaret as she takes the glass from Michelle and wonders why he is dressed like he is... and then wonders who he is... then drinks the rest of the wine not wanting to think anymore <Zoya> ::nods:: Good. Try to relax. We'll do what we can to help you. <Meghan> I don't know how I got here ::moving her gaze to Zoya:: i was leaning against a tree and it was like it disappeared and I fell back into it ::pauses:: then here <Zoya> You said something about a stone? * Michelle takes the glass from Meghan, and pulls the blanket more securely around her. * Jaret looks curiously at Zoya, and mouths something at her. <Meghan> ::nods:: there was a rock in my shoe. I stopped to get it out. <Lisl> Hm. I don't suppose you know what kind of tree? ::glancing at Zoya:: Some kind of dryad, maybe? <Zoya> ::raises her eyebrows at Jaret, then shrugs, bewildered:: * Tyl looks into her empty bowl... <Zoya> I don't... Marten said there aren't any magic creatures on his Earth. Maybe there are on *hers*, but... ::she shrugs:: I don't know. <Tyl> I wonder if she got here the same way that vampire did... <Michelle> I've never heard of a dryad capable of transporting people across worlds, let alone one who would do so without provocation. And unless her DC is a lot different than mine, there aren't any trees available that could support a dryad that powerful. <Lisl> More, Tyl? I can get you some, if you like.... * Meghan glances from face to face listening to the conversation but not really understanding <Michelle> It's possible. She may even have gotten here the same way I did. <Tyl> ::shakes her head:: I better not. I'd like to keep this inside... ::smiles wanly:: <Michelle> Meghan, why don't you ask some questions and we'll try to explain things to you. <Lisl> ::nodding:: Not a problem. Well, it's not a faerie gate. They don't work that way, I don't care WHAT the gossip says. <Zoya> ::to Meghan:: All right, Meghan. Try to understand. I know it's all very strange, but try. You may have to stay here with us for a while, until we figure out how to get you home again. Try... ::sighs:: Try to think of it like a... a holiday. <Meghan> ::glances around then to Michelle:: I'm not sure. I am trying to understand... I fell into another reality? But I don't understand how... or why <Tyl> "Ours is not to reason why..." ::Tyl quotes softly:: <Michelle> I'm certain there's an answer to the how, though we may never discover it. Unfortunately, there may not be a why. <Lisl> Let's not think about that side of it quite yet, Tyl. <Tyl> Well, Bluestar used to say that sometimes... don't worry about why until it's over... right now, worry about what, how and who... <Lisl> There's always a why. It just doesn't always make a hell of a lot of sense. <Zoya> ::laughs:: <Zoya> Traffic ye with gods... ::chuckles:: <Tyl> How many? is another good question... <Meghan> I've never really believed one way or the other that weird things happened to people... weird things like this... like UFOs and stuff. <Jaret> You Effohs? <Meghan> but not me... never me. <Lisl> Traffic? No thanks. It's hard enough dealing with them one at a time. <Lisl> ::looks at Jaret and exchanges a shrug:: * Michelle smiles at Meghan, "I had a hard time coming to grips with it the first time myself. And I was even familiar with the concepts involved. Just goes to show the truth of the old saying, 'Truth's stranger than fiction.'" <Lisl> ::muttering:: You obviously have never picked up some of Gloss's "light reading"... <Meghan> It is strange. I feel safe but I don't understand why, and that makes me feel in danger. <Michelle> I suspect the worlds we came from had a lot more weird shit happening than anyone was really aware of, because the people it was happening to were keeping their mouths shut. Unlike all those people you saw on TV. <Zoya> ::chuckles, but suddenly remembers her book and sweeps it into her sleeve.:: * Meghan nods. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Zoya, not missing the move:: <Zoya> Safe? SAFE? Well, here in this place, yes. You'll want an escort when you leave, though. <Zoya> ::to Lisl:: Do you know what Gloss would do to me if I abandoned one of "her" books? <Lisl> Well, you're in the Hall. You're safe enough. I'd joke about all of us having eaten, but I think you're freaked out enough already. <Lisl> ::grinning at Zoya:: Flayed you for vellum? <Zoya> ::grins:: At the very least. <Michelle> You are safe Meghan. We'll look out for you. But because you're not familiar with this world it is dangerous. For example, while I know what you're wearing is perfectly ordinary jogging wear in our world, even a prostitute wouldn't be seen in public wearing so little. Why don't you change into this dress here, and maybe by the time you've done that you'll have some more questions. <Zoya> ::turns:: Um, Michelle, you might have to help her with it, some. If she's used to *that*... ::gestures at the t-shirt and shorts:: * Meghan looks down and her clothing then pulls the blanket tighter around herself and nods to Michelle taking the dress... she scans the room for a place to go. <Jaret> I'll be happy to escort her when she does leave... but it might be best if we introduced her to the world slowly. ::catches Lisl's eye and surreptitiously tugs on the rounded top of his ear:: <Lisl> Privy's over there... ::nodding:: <Jaret> The kitchen is a little more spacious, though. <Michelle> Why don't we go to one of the rooms upstairs, ::Remembering Tyl's earlier need.:: <Lisl> ::giving Jaret a puzzled look, and then widening her eyes:: Mmm... good idea. Besides, you're far better-mannered. ::chuckling as she casually pulls up her hood:: * Meghan nods to Michelle prepared to follow once she pushes herself up off the floor. * Tyl gives Jaret a dirty look and pulls her own hood over her head. * Michelle starts escorting Meghan upstairs, "I think it best if she stays with me as I have the closest frame of reference to hers." * Jaret shrugs. "My offer still stands, but I understand." * Meghan takes a peek back and wonders why suddenly everyone is putting on hoods and then follows Michelle. <Zoya> That's not a bad idea, Michelle. Or here in the Hall, maybe, where we know she'll be safe. I'd suggest the Tower, but... ::grins:: That's probably a little too much just yet. <Lisl> Ah, but Jaret's so much more of a dashing escort for a young lady. ::keeping her face utterly deadpan:: * Tyl laughs suddenly. <Tyl> Zoya, your Tower is too much for normal people, much less someone like that... <Zoya> ::laughs:: <Lisl> [Meghan: 'cause Jaret made a pointed comment about ears.] <Lisl> ::snorts:: The Tower is too much for ABnormal people. <Lisl> And you can damn' well tell the kitchen I said so. <Jaret> [POINTED! HA!] <Zoya> ::chuckles at Lisl's comment:: I wouldn't dare! You can tell it yourself on your next visit! <Lisl> [Took ya long enough. ^_^] * Tyl rubs the back of her neck. <Lisl> ::grinning a trifle abashedly:: I wouldn't dare... it would probably break out the silver just for me. ::making a face:: <Lisl> More water, Tyl? Some willow bark? <Zoya> ::laughs:: You know, it lets *Marten* in. I wonder why it likes him? <Lisl> He can cook? <Zoya> ::indignantly:: I can cook! <Tyl> ::looks over at Zoya in amazement:: You can NOT! <Lisl> ::grinning:: He can cook WELL? * Michelle leads Meghan back down the stairs, "First order of business tomorrow is getting you some new clothes. Temire will enjoy the trip as well. She's been wanting a new dress for a while now." * Jaret sips some of his wine and avoids the argument. <Zoya> I can t- ::looks around at Tyl and Lisl and looks irritable:: Well, okay, I'll concede that Marten's a much *better* cook... <Lisl> ::nodding:: I happily admit that I can't cook. I bring it home, I just don't put it on the table. * Meghan follows Michelle back down nodding to her as she goes trying not to trip over the dress. <Tyl> Which is good. It's usually all yucky and bloody when you bring it home... ::grins:: I think I'll go before Zoya starts spouting daggers out of her eyes... <Michelle> That sounds more like a comment on your manners Lisl. <Zoya> ::laughs:: I'm glad you're feeling better, Tyl. Do you need an escort home, if Michelle is going to be taking care of our guest? <Lisl> ::noticing Meghan's discomfort:: It helps if you hold up the hem... ::miming the movement:: But you can get some trous if you like later. I'd loan mine, but I think they'd be too short... and they reek of horse. <Tyl> Um... Yes. Probably. If nothing else, I need someone to keep me away from a certain part of the docks... ::grins, slightly ashamed:: <Lisl> ::glaring at Tyl:: Hey, I bleed my kills properly! <Michelle> Yes she does. She isn't anywhere near full strength and Yohko hasn't eliminated that nuisance yet. <Zoya> ::glances at Michelle, then grins at Tyl:: I have been commanded. If you prefer, I'll walk at your side instead of skulking in the shadows. ::grins:: <Meghan> ::holds up the front of the dress:: It's ok just a bit long. * Tyl waves to Michelle. <Michelle> Night Tyl'gainia. <Tyl> I'll see you later this evening? <Michelle> Depends on how observant you're being. <Jaret> Night, Tyl. * Tyl leaves the Hall. * Zoya leaves with Tyl with a farewell wave to the remaining patrons. <Lisl> That's the fashion. For most people, anyway. ::eyeing Michelle's dress:: <Lisl> 'Night, Zoya! * Michelle looks at her dress, "What?" * Meghan watches the people leave. <Lisl> Well... okay, but I've seen you in shorter. <Lisl> MUCH shorter. Or was that your red-wearing friend? * Jaret stands. "I had really be getting on home myself. I didn't leave anyone to watch the house when I left. If you need anything, please send for me." ::places a small stack of silver coins on the bar:: <Lisl> Good night, Jaret. Good seeing. * Michelle shrugs, "It's still not as scandalous as what Felice likes to wear. And I don't even want to think about Yb's wardrobe." <Michelle> Goodnight Jaret. <Jaret> Night, all. ::leaves the Hall:: * Meghan watches Jaret leave. <Lisl> Yb... ::shuddering:: And I was having such a NICE evening... <Michelle> I'd offer to let you drink it off, but I need to be closing up. <Lisl> Well... it looks like everyone's deserting... I'd best drink up and head out myself. ::lifting her mug and tilting it back, draining it in a few long swallows. For a moment as she puts the mug down, her irises are bright yellow... but she blinks, and they're blue-grey again:: <Michelle> Meghan why don't you have a seat while I clean up, and then we'll be on our way. <Lisl> Not a problem, Michelle. You have hostess duties enough, I think. And besides, I've got to wash my clothes. Or maybe burn them. * Meghan nods and sits waiting for Michelle to finish up. she looks around the Hall studying it. <Michelle> I thought my moving out would have solved that problem Lisl? <Lisl> ::pats her mug on the butt to send it towards the door:: * Michelle begins shooing the mugs into the kitchen, including one curious one that she has to scold for trying to talk to Meghan. <Lisl> No, *I* can't stand them. I've been out east with the Tuareg these past couple of weeks... the Horselords. <Michelle> I meant having your clothes go up in flames. * Meghan tells herself quietly that everything will be ok, her eyes wide as she watches Michelle. <Lisl> And now everything I own smells like horse. ::shakes her head:: Great people, but I swear they lose their sense of smell as infants. <Michelle> We all can't be a gifted as you. * Michelle picks up Tyl's bowl and spoon and takes them into the kitchen. <Lisl> Ah... that. ::chuckle:: No, this time I'd be burning them of my own free will. * Michelle returns from the kitchen and begins dimming the lamps. <Michelle> You realize Lisl that at this rate either you or Jaret have to have your house burned down. <Lisl> At any rate... I'm off. Nice meeting you, Meghan. ::nods her head politely, and then slaps her forehead:: I just realized... everyone knows your name, and we never introduced ourselves. My apologies. I'm Lisl. ::holding out her hand tentatively:: Um... do you shake hands as a greeting, in your culture? * Meghan nods and accepts Lisl's hand. <Lisl> ::looking over at Michelle and sticking out her tongue:: I live with an assassin, I'm exempt. * Michelle finishes with the lamps and holds the door for Lisl and Meghan. "I'll answer those questions I can while we walk, but I suspect what you need more than anything is a good nights sleep." * Meghan follows Michelle out. <Lisl> ::shakes Meghan's hand, keeping her grip light:: The white-haired woman who woke you was Zoya, the woman with the headache was Tyl, and the fop was Jaret. And I think that's everyone for now. And *I* had best be going." <Michelle> Hey, I live with an assassin and it didn't protect my last house. <Meghan> Probably so. <Lisl> ::grabs her pack from the door and pauses:: You do? Who? <Michelle> Yohko. <Lisl> ::snorts:: Lini. No contest. Night, Michelle. Goodnight, Meghan. <Meghan> Goodnight. * Lisl slips out the door and into the dark. <Michelle> I'm going to have to meet this Lini'leah sometime. Oh well, let's head home. * Michelle walks Meghan out the door, then locks it. |
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