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* Rhys walks in from the back into the common room, unlocks the front (side) door, and returns to his station behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Rhys fans himself with a hand and pulls out a slim chapbook, which he begins carefully perusing. * Tyl walks in very slowly. She is wearing a fairly simple blue dress... * Lisl walks in sideways, carefully, a large, tied-and-dressed buck balanced over her shoulders. "Hey, Rhys. Free steaks. Well, they'll take a *little* work. Where do you want 'im?" <Rhys> Good evening, Tyl. I'll be with you in a moment. And I think the kitchen is the customary deposit spot, Lisl. I'll lead the way... <Lisl> ::chuckling under her load:: Well, obviously, but... freezer, table,...? * Rhys heads into the kitchen, holding the door open for Lisl and the buck. <Rhys> Table, so I can get it butchered up, please. * Zoya enters, dressed in sturdy working clothes. She leans on a barstool and drops a bag on the floor that clanks loudly. * Lisl nods, the general effect being that of the deer doing a small curtsey, and navigates through the door ahead of Rhys. <Zoya> When you get back, Rhys, a cider would be welcome. <Zoya> ::nods to Tyl and waves at Lisl:: * Rhys calls out through the doorway, "It'll be just a minute, Zoya." * Tyl nods at Zoya. <Zoya> Take your time! ::to Tyl:: How are things going? Any progress with what's-his-name? * Rhys gets out a knife. "I assume you'd like me to not chop up the hide too badly?" <Tyl> ::looks up:: Not really. We haven't had anything happen recently, but with Yohko waving her sword at everything that moves and a few things that don't, I don't think I'm in too much danger from random thug-types. <Lisl> ::a meaty THUMP emanates from the kitchen, followed shortly by the sound of running water. After a moment, Lisl reappears through the kitchen doors, wiping her hands on a bar towel. A half-dried smear of blood decorates her neck, from the underside of her chin to the collarbone. She turns back. <Lisl> Nah, Rhys, have your jollies with the hide. He was pretty well scarred up, or I wouldn't have taken him. <Zoya> Well, that's useful, at any rate. <Rhys> ::muttering noises come out of the kitchen:: "...jollies... think I am... wild animal..." ::choppity chop slice hacky hack:: <Lisl> Hiya Tyl, Zoya. Feeling any better, Tyl? <Tyl> ::rolls her eyes:: Actually, I'm glad Michelle had an errand to run tonight. Yohko's enthusiasm is almost as tiring as everything else... <Lisl> ::poking her head back into the kitchen:: Did you say something? <Tyl> ::grins wanly at Lisl:: Fine, just as soon as the world stops moving. * Rhys glowers briefly at Lisl. "Of course not. Why don't you pour yourself a mug of your favorite lethal liquid and sit down. And, you missed a bit." He indicates her throat. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Tyl:: The world is moving? Still having some trouble with the withdrawal? <Tyl> Trouble? No. Nothing a sledge hammer to the forehead wouldn't fix. Of course, Yohko had to go make threatening gestures at my supplier, so now I couldn't get some even if I wanted it... ::mutters something under her breath:: <Lisl> Mm? Oh. ::licks her fingers and rubs her neck, before licking her fingers again:: Mmm...think that got it. ::moves back into the common room, making a bee-line for the tap with the blue-flamed handle:: * Lisl grabs a sturdy mug from the shelf, ignoring its dramatic yelp and face of dismay, and pours herself a full mug of 'kick before moving back around the counter and taking a stool.:: <Zoya> ::eyes Tyl:: You're not backsliding, are you? <Tyl> ::gives Zoya a long look without blinking:: It's not exactly a stroll across the park, you know... <Zoya> ::nods:: I know. But that doesn't mean I'm going to just look the other way if you backslide. That stuff could kill you. <Lisl> ::taking a long swallow:: I could probably give you something to cure your addiction... of course, you'd have a *bigger* addiction to deal with... * Rhys comes in from the kitchen, toweling his hands clean. "There. Now, I believe Zoya had requested a cider... anyone else care for something from the bar?" * Rhys pours Zoya her cider and sets it in front of her. <Zoya> Many thanks, Rhys! ::picks up the cider and takes a deep drink:: * Alranis slips through the door, takes a quick look around, and then settles at the bar. <Tyl> ::nods to Rhys:: water? <Lisl> ::glancing around from her seat:: Al! Long time no see. * Rhys sets Tyl up with a Bai special. <Zoya> ::turns as Lisl greets Al, smiles, and nods at him before taking another drink from her mug:: <Rhys> ::to Alranis:: Weiders? * Alranis nods to Lisl and Zoya. * Tyl drinks all her water, then places the mug back on the table * Alranis rasps, grinning, "If you've got it." * Marten walks into the Hall, and glances around before walking over to Zoya. He places a hand on her shoulder, and sits next to her. He looks tired and road-worn. "Good evening, love... all. A glass of water, please Rhys." <Lisl> ::grins as she sips her 'kick:: I have *never* known this place to be out of anything...now THAT would be a true disaster... * Rhys gets Tyl another mug of water, Alranis some Weiders (got it), and Marten some water. <Lisl> Hi, Marten. How're your studies progressing? * Zoya smiles at Marten and lays a hand on his. "You're back! I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow." * Marten takes the glass, and drinks half of it without taking a breath. He looks at Lisl, and half-smiles. "They're progressing, and more often than not, not in the direction I wanted. But, thanks for asking." <Marten> ::nods, and smiles at Zoya as he brushes his hand against the side of her face:: Aye, neither did I. But, I pushed myself to get here a day earlier. <Lisl> ::taking another swallow and shrugging:: Into every life a little vinegar must fall. <Zoya> ::smiles:: I'm glad. We've a new patron you simply *must* meet. I don't know if she'll be in tonight; Michelle's keeping her somewhat close until she gets used to the city. <Lisl> ::frowning a little:: Speaking of, I wonder where Michelle is? Tyl, you said that Yohko left to run errands? * Alranis takes a sip. <Tyl> She didn't tell me what she was up to... she just said she had some things to look after and I was to go straight to the Hall... "do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars" she said. <Lisl> "Pass Go"? ::frowning:: Where the devil is "Go"? <Marten> ::smiles, and drinks a little more water before speaking:: Love, I didn't rush home to meet new Patrons. * Meghan peeks into the hall for a second and then steps inside. She is wearing a dark blue dress with a ruby tie at the waist and a ribbon that matches is holding her hair back. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Of course not! But you really *should*- ::sees Meghan enter:: And you will! * Rhys raises a welcoming hand to the newcomer. "Well met! I'm Rhys, and I'm looking after things tonight. Can I get you anything from the bar?" * Meghan stands at the door for a moment looking around and then begins to slowly walk to the bar <Lisl> ::looking over her shoulder:: Hello again! Meghan, isn't it? Michelle didn't offer you escort here tonight? <Zoya> ::smiles at Meghan:: <Marten> ::looks at the newcomer, and finishes his water:: So, this is she? ::he looks at Meghan, and smiles:: Well met, milady. I'm Marten, though I get the feeling Zoya's mentioned me once or twice. ::he smiles at Zoya:: I just hope I live up to her ideal. * Meghan glances around trying to remember all the faces then to Lisl "Umm no she sent me on my own, but we have been by here a few times so I was fine" * Meghan glances at Marten and smiles a bit <Meghan> Hello <Tyl> Michelle should start a shelter for homeless cats or something... she takes in so many strays ::gestures deprecatingly at herself, then at Meghan:: <Zoya> ::laughs softly:: I didn't tell her all that much, love. Just that you were from a place very... similar to her homeworld. * Meghan sits up at the bar <Marten> ::raises an eyebrow:: Oh? ::to Meghan:: Where do you hail from, milady? <Lisl> She's taken you by a few times? So you've seen a bit more of town, then? Settling in? * Meghan nods to Lisl then looks at Marten * Zoya is almost bouncing with excitement. <Meghan> I'm not quite sure how to explain it yet... ::struggles trying to remember his name:: <Zoya> ::opens her mouth to interject, then sighs and forces herself to silence and relative stillness:: <Marten> ::looks at Zoya:: What is it, love? <Zoya> ::grins at Marten:: She's from an Earth. <Meghan> ::nods at what Zoya says:: All I really know is that I am here and am going to try and make the best of it <Marten> ::looks at Zoya for a few moments, and then to Meghan, smiling:: Earth? Really?! What part of it? <Lisl> ::chuckling a little:: Zoya, you make her sound like a rock golem. <Meghan> I am from Washington DC, in the United States <Marten> ::thinks for a moment, then realizes that Zoya made a qualification:: /An/ Earth? <Zoya> Well *I* can't help it if the people had so little imagination they couldn't think of a name for their world other than "Dirt"! <Tyl> Wahing Tendeecee? What a strange name * Meghan glances at Lisl wondering what a rock golem is then looks back to Marten <Marten> ::to Meghan:: DC? I'm sorry. ::he grins broadly:: * Alranis raises an eyebrow, shrugs, and takes a sip from his mug. <Zoya> ::to Marten:: Well, you and Michelle are from different Earths... We're not sure which one Meghan is from. <Lisl> ::smiling at Meghan:: That's the best anyone could ask. And at least you fell in with a good crowd. No matter *what* everyone else says. * Meghan laughs softly at Martens remark <Meghan> I guess we are thinking of the same DC then ::smiles:: * Meghan nods at Lisl <Meghan> I am beginning to see that <Marten> ::laughs, and sets his glass closer to Rhys:: Rhys! Exchange this for three glasses of wine, if you will. Something white, and cold please. * Rhys fiddles around a bit, gathering glasses and bottle, and sets three glasses of a dry white wine in front of Marten. "Here... if you wanted some milk, just say so." <Marten> ::laughs:: Milk. Everyone's a comedian, it seems. It must come with the profession, after a time. ::hands a glass to Zoya, and one to Meghan:: Please, a toast? <Zoya> ::takes the glass and smiles happily:: <Marten> ::raises his glass:: To old friends and new, and the intermingling of both. * Meghan takes the glass with a smile and holds it a bit up <Lisl> ::waving a hand at the taps and lifting her own mug with the toast:: Around THIS much alcohol? The fumes alone are enough to make you silly. <Zoya> ::laughs and touches her glass to Marten's and Meghan's before drinking. "Aye." * Lisl sips from her mug. * Meghan nods and touches her glass to Martens and Zoya's and drinks from it * Alranis takes a sip. * Meghan sits back and enjoys the taste of the wine * Tyl takes a sip of water, coughs for a while, and wipes her mouth with a handkerchief. She looks at the white cloth for a moment, then tucks it back in her pocket <Zoya> ::raises an eye at Tyl, but doesn't say anything:: * Lisl sips her 'kick thoughtfully for a moment, and then picks up her mug and herself and heads down to the end of the bar, settling herself a few stools away from Alranis. "So. How ya been?" * Alranis shrugs. "Busy." <Lisl> ::nodding:: 'S been awhile since we've seen you around. <Alranis> Yeah. Been traveling a lot. :: takes a sip from his mug :: * Marten takes a sip of his wine, and nods his head from side to side, trying to stretch out his neck. <Lisl> Mmm. Me, too. ::taking a sip from her own mug:: Good to have you back. * Alranis shrugs. "Not a bad place to stop in. <Zoya> ::reaches over and massages Marten's neck for him:: Did you find everything you needed? * Meghan glances slowly at each person in the hall trying to remember all their faces <Marten> ::laughs, and leans slightly into Zoya's caress:: Everything? Not even close, love. What started as a trip to study brewing turned into a history lesson of Cormyr and the Dalelands. <Lisl> ::nodding:: That it isn't. ::smiling a little:: Funny, I always seem to wind up back here... this is the first place that's ever happened to me with. Well, besides home. <Zoya> ::chuckles and takes a swig of cider before turning to put both hands to work on Marten's sore shoulders:: You needed a history lesson to pick up brewing techniques? You're sure you just didn't get sidetracked? * Alranis grins. "Yeah." He waves at the bar. "Kinda homey, accepting, even." * Meghan finishes her wine <Marten> ::laughs slightly:: I know I got sidetracked, love. But, that's part of the fun of living here. <Lisl> ::nodding:: Yeah. There's that. And rarely dull. ::returning a grin:: <Zoya> ::laughs:: Getting sidetracked? * Alranis shrugs. "It's been quiet enough when I've been here." Glances sidelong at Marten. "Well, almost every time..." He takes a sip from his mug. <Marten> ::nods:: Of course. There's so much to learn here, even for me. Especially for me, I guess. * Meghan catches Alranis's glance and looks away quickly from him <Zoya> You know, Glossaria would be happy to share books with you. You could learn a lot without having to go away for weeks on end! ::grins:: <Zoya> [That was Marten Al was looking at, Meg...] <Lisl> ::cocking her head to one side, thinking:: Mmmm...true. I think you missed the demon. But...Yb? <Meghan> [oops read that a bit to fast :)] <Alranis> [Too... many... m(vowel)(diphthong)(vowel)n's! Must... distinguish...] <Marten> ::smiles, and puts a hand on Zoya's shoulder:: I know, but books can be so... impersonal. There's something about talking to someone over a fire, listening to the history that they pass on from generation to generation. ::he takes a sip of wine:: I guess it's part of Moon Dancer's moots in me somewhere, that makes me enjoy that. * Meghan looks at Rhys and pushes her glass a bit forward. * Alranis purses his lips, thinking. "Yb? I recall some discussion, but..." He shakes his head. "I don't think I've met 'im." <Meghan> Might I have another please <Rhys> Of course. ::pours Meghan some more wine:: <Meghan> ::smiles:: Thank you <Zoya> I was... only half-serious. I understand the need to travel, myself. ::smiles:: * Alranis looks at his mug, and pushes it across the counter. "Another, sir?" <Lisl> ::snorting a little, and taking another sip:: Her. Wild mage? Big staff? More than a little insane? * Alranis shrugs. "Like I said... don't think I've met her." * Meghan takes a sip of her wine and then turns and goes to sit at a table wanting to give Marten and Zoya a bit of privacy <Lisl> ::raises her eyebrows:: Hm. ::thinks for a moment:: Now that I think about it, I don't think you two have ever been here at the same time. Lucky boy. * Alranis shrugs. "Maybe." He pushes the mug a little further, and clears his throat. "Uh, 'keep?" <Marten> I know you were only kidding, love. It's just that, sometimes parts of me speak louder than the others, and they... ::laughs:: They can get insistent. <Rhys> Oh! Sorry, Alranis. ::refills the mug with Weiders:: <Alranis> Thanks. * Alranis takes a sip. <Zoya> ::grins at Marten:: I'm familiar with the feeling, as it happens. This is the longest I've ever lived in a single place at once for my entire life. <Marten> ::smiles, and kisses Zoya's cheek:: I know, love. I'm glad you stayed for as long as you did. <Zoya> ::smiles:: Me, too. I think this is home now - even if I go traveling, now, I'll always know where I'm coming back to. * Tyl takes another sip of water, then lays her head down on the table * Meghan looks up at Tyl wondering if she is ok <Rhys> Tyl? You going to be all right? <Tyl> ::tilts her head on the table top until she is looking at Rhys with one eye:: I'm doing... just... fine... ::closes her eye:: <Lisl> I can give you a lift home, if you want to sleep, Tyl. <Tyl> ::snuggles up to the table:: nosokay.... waiting for Yohko <Marten> ::looks at Zoya, and sips some wine:: I don't know if this is my last home, but it's definitely home for now. <Lisl> Right-o. Well, if Yohko doesn't come, I can carry you home, alright? * Lisl drains her 'kick, and looks with some surprise at the bottom of the mug. "Hmm." <Zoya> ::gives Marten a long look, then shrugs and nods and finishes off her cider:: * Meghan finishes her wine and toys with her glass, pushing it around on the table seemingly lost in thought. <Lisl> ::tapping her fingers on the counter, still looking at the upended mug, and quickly licking the rim as a drop threatens to hit the counter:: <Tyl> ::tilts her head the other way to give Lisl the benefit of the evil eye:: I can walk... .) <Rhys> Want another, Lisl? <Marten> ::yawns, and finishes the last of his wine:: Love, I think I'm going to head back to the Tower, and start on some sleep. Care to join me, or did you want to stay longer? I won't be offended, either way... <Lisl> ::puts her mug down:: Not if you're asleep, you can't. ::looking at Rhys:: That's what I'm thinking about...I think I'll just have a snifter of Sembian brandy instead, if you don't mind. <Zoya> ::grins at Marten mischievously:: Unless you've got something better to offer me than sleep, I'll join you a little later. <Marten> ::laughs:: The mind is willing, love, but the flesh is exhausted. <Rhys> Surely, Lisl. ::fetches a snifter from the glass racks, and fills it with Sembian:: Here you are. Trade you. ::takes her used mug and sends it back to the kitchen for hazmat cleaning:: <Zoya> ::laughs:: All right. I'll see you later. ::kisses his cheek:: Get some rest. <Marten> ::smiles:: I will. * Alranis takes a sip. <Marten> ::stands, and looks over the Hall:: Goodnight all! Meghan, a pleasure... * Meghan nods and smiles <Meghan> Good night Marten * Alranis raises his mug towards Marten, then takes another sip. <Lisl> ::chuckles and accepts her snifter, swirling the glass:: Sleep sweet, Marten! * Marten walks toward the door, waving as he walks out into the night, toward the Tower. * Lisl tilts her head back and takes a sip of brandy, closing her eyes as she swirls it over her tongue:: Mmm....no kick, but the flavor is something else. * Zoya turns back to the bar and sips the almost-forgotten wine. * Meghan returns her glass to the bar slipping into the seat next to Zoya <Zoya> Ha! I'm surprised you can *taste* brandy after drinking 'kick! <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows:: Why shouldn't I be able to? 'Kick's an acquired taste of its own. Just 'cause you don't appreciate it... ::grinning impishly as she trails off:: <Zoya> ::winks at Meghan:: I'd have thought that awful stuff would've burned all the taste off your tongue ages ago. * Meghan smiles at the banter between Zoya and Lisl <Lisl> ::swirling the contents of her snifter again, giving Zoya a wounded sniff:: Clears the palate. <Rhys> So, Meghan, what do you think of Marsember? Or are you still making up your mind? * Meghan looks up at Rhys <Zoya> ::laughs:: *Lemon* clears the palate. *Ice* clears the palate. That mess *cleaves* the palate. ::grins:: <Meghan> I like it so far. Everything is very different, it's exciting to be in a new place. * Alranis takes a sip. <Rhys> Well, I hope you enjoy it here. If you ever have questions about the city, the... wide variety of folk that frequents the Hall should be well-equipped to answer them. <Lisl> ::taking another careful sip of brandy:: People who haven't the constitution for mulekick have no basis for judgement. * Meghan nods <Meghan> Michelle has been a great help <Zoya> ::to Meghan:: Have you made any progress in finding out how you came here, or finding a way back? Or have you decided to stay a while? <Lisl> Just...be careful while you're getting acclimated. I don't know exactly what it's like where you came from, but there *are* monsters out there.... * Meghan turns to Zoya <Lisl> And I don't just mean the beasts. <Meghan> We tried a bit to figure out what was going on but had little luck. I'm mostly trying just to fit in. <Zoya> ::nods:: Possibly the wisest idea. * Lisl takes a sip. * Meghan nods <Meghan> I think I could come to enjoy it here. I was not very happy back home so it is not as bad as it might have been. * Zoya finishes the wine and send the glass along its way. <Lisl> What did you do back home? I mean, as your profession? <Meghan> I was a legal assistant <Zoya> ::frowns:: A scribe? * Alranis raises an eyebrow, and glances a little oddly at Meghan. Then he shrugs, and takes another sip. <Lisl> Legal assistant? A lawyer's apprentice? <Meghan> ::nods:: sort of yes <Tyl> ::mutters and rolls over:: hate lawyers... <Lisl> ::shooting a glance at Tyl over the rim of her glass, and grinning:: Tyl, you hate *law*. * Meghan smiles <Meghan> most people where I am from have the same opinion of lawyers <Lisl> ::looking back at Meghan:: Most of the people from your homeworld are thieves and bandits? ::grinning even wider:: * Alranis shakes his head, grinning. <Tyl> ::sits up and gives Lisl a dirty look:: I am not a bandit! I pay my dues! ::lays her head back down:: * Meghan nods <Meghan> That is true * Meghan glances over at Tyl <Meghan> Is she gonna be ok? <Lisl> I said *thieves* and bandits. Go back to sleep. ::looking back at Meghan:: Really? Hm. Maybe you'll have less of a problem fitting into Marsember than I'd thought.... * Lisl sips her brandy. <Rhys> Last call, everyone. If you want one for the road, say so now! <Meghan> Could I just get a glass of water please <Rhys> Of course. ::pours Meghan a mug of water:: * Zoya glances out the window. "Later than I thought." She glances at the near-comatose Tyl, then looks to Lisl. "Do you want some help with her?" * Alranis downs the rest of his mug's contents, and stands, stretching. * Meghan drinks the water quickly * Lisl has another swallow of brandy, and licks her lips. "Not a problem. Deer on the way in, Tyl on the way out. Fair exchange." <Lisl> ::grinning widely:: <Alranis> I think that'll do. :: he gives the mug a gentle push and, with a backwards glance, it hops off the counter and slowly strolls to the kitchen :: <Lisl> Good chatting with you, Alranis. Be seeing you? <Zoya> ::grins:: I think Tyl needs a *little* gentler handling. But I'll leave her to you. * Alranis shrugs. "Probably." <Zoya> ::smiles and nods at Alranis:: Good night. * Meghan nods to Alranis as he leaves * Alranis nods at Zoya. "Good night, all." He slips into the night... <Lisl> ::nods:: Don't worry, Zoya, I don't intend to gut her. I'm sure the withdrawal symptoms are doing that well enough themselves. <Zoya> ::chuckles, glancing at Tyl sympathetically:: <Zoya> All right, then. I'd best get home myself and make sure Marten didn't collapse in the stairwell. <Rhys> Good night, Zoya. Take care. <Meghan> I'll walk with you if that's ok Zoya <Zoya> Good night! <Lisl> ::nodding and finishing off her snifter in a long swallow:: Right. See you next week, then, Zoya, if I don't see you before. <Zoya> ::to Meghan:: Certainly! Good idea, actually - I'll walk you home. * Meghan smiles and turns to Rhys <Zoya> ::nods to Lisl:: <Meghan> Good night Rhys Nice to meet you <Rhys> Nice to meet you, too, Meghan. Sleep well. <Lisl> ::putting the snifter down and tapping its bottom, sending it towards the kitchen:: Alright, Tyl, time for bed...::standing and stretching before walking over to where Tyl is slumped on the table:: <Meghan> Good night Lisl, any Tyl <Lisl> 'Night, Meghan. Good to see you again. * Tyl sits up again, accidentally knocking over her mug of water, which picks itself up and dusts itself off, giving Tyl a contemptuous look * Zoya gives everyone one last wave, and heads out into the street. <Lisl> ::looking down at Tyl:: Do you want a ride, or a shoulder? * Meghan follows Zoya into the night <Tyl> Shoulder would be good. ::presses against the table as she stands up. the mug is jumping up and down in the puddle, waving it's little fists at her:: * Rhys comes out and fetches Tyl's mug. "Hush, you." <Tyl> Great... I'm so bad off I'm offending the china... ::rolls eyes:: <Lisl> ::nods and takes Tyl's arm, steadying her and ducking under it quickly to sling her arm over her shoulder:: * Rhys carries the mug over to the bar and sets the mug down. "Get into the kitchen. I'll be there in just a bit." <Lisl> Don't worry about it. They're temperamental. You're doing fine, considering. <Tyl> Well, let's stagger back to the school. My apartment is still in good shape... better than I am, all things considered <Lisl> Right. Should I be keeping an eye out for muggers, or has Yohko made them honest? ::her eyes gleam in expectation of the first answer:: <Tyl> Well, I haven't seen any normal type thugs, but who knows about abnormal ones? <Tyl> G'night, Rhys <Rhys> Night, Tyl. Night, Lisl. <Lisl> Right. Well, I'll keep an ear peeled. You just worry about staggering in a straight line, okay? G'night, Rhys. <Tyl> Allrighty. * Lisl leaves at Tyl's side, one arm wrapped around her waist, supporting most of her weight. She gives Rhys a jaunty wave with one hand, and kicks the door closed behind her. * Rhys follows the ladies to the door, and locks it behind them. He begins mopping up the puddle of water, and the lights slowly dim in the room as the Hall closes down for the night. |
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