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* Rhys walks in from the back, lights the lamps, and unlocks the front (side) door. "Hall's open." * Zoya enters, holding a thick sheaf of earmarked papers. She sits at the bar and begins leafing through them, seemingly at random. "I'll take a cider, if you'd be so kind, Rhys." * Rhys pours Zoya a mug of cider. "How's your work with Lisl going, Zoya?" <Zoya> ::shrugging:: About as well as can be expected, when she's been inflicted with what appears to be the random combinational flux of several absurdly powerful magics. * Meghan comes into the Hall wearing a dark green dress her hair pulled back into a braid. She walks up and sits at the bar <Zoya> ::takes a sip of cider:: Which is to say, I'm learning an awful lot, but I don't know that I'm any nearer to fixing Lisl's foot than I was two weeks ago. ::sighs:: She was just coming behind me as soon as she got her boot back on... <Rhys> Evening, Meghan. Can I get you anything? <Meghan> Hey Rhys. Can I get a glass of wine please? * Vallel walks into the Hall carrying a thick leatherbound book. He is wearing blue breeches, a white shirt, and a matching blue vest. * Lisl enters, brushing dew from her cloak and hanging it on a peg before limping to a stool, grumbling all the way. * Rhys pours Meghan a glass of red wine. * Meghan looks over and smiles warmly at Vallel. <Meghan> Hey Vallel. <Rhys> Evening, Vallel. Been assigned a little light reading, or are you reading for pleasure? <Lisl> I swear, Zoya, if I start hungering for flies, I'm just going to cut the damn thing off, I tell you. 'Evening, Vallel. You're looking particularly chipper this evening. * Meghan takes a sip of her wine. <Vallel> ::thumps the book onto the bar and sits down:: Homework. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: The school's back open, then? ::grinning a little:: Or did your beau assign you something? <Zoya> ::laughs:: I think it would be much more likely that you'd acquire a taste for elves or something. Besides, it's definitely not spreading. <Rhys> Can I get you anything to wet your whistle while you read? If that's one of Glossaria's books, I'd be careful drinking around it. <Lisl> ::looking a little horrified:: What do I look like, an animal? Ah... perhaps I should rephrase that.... * Meghan glances over at Vallel's book. <Vallel> ::grins:: Ginger beer? And, no, it's not Gloss's book. It's Mistress Tyl's book. School is starting up again soon, and I need to catch up. * Rhys pours Vallel a large mug of ginger beer and sets it in front of him. "There you go." <Rhys> So, how much of that do you have to read? And what's it about? <Vallel> ::looks at the book somewhat warily:: all of it, eventually... it's about psionic focus, concentration, meditation... things like that. <Lisl> Hm. You learn that sort of thing out of books? Can't you just-- I don't know-- commune with Tyl, or something? * Zoya eyes Lisl's booted foot thoughtfully, then flips through her untidy assortment of papers, pausing to read a few lines here and there. "Hmm. I wonder how it would react to 'kick..." * Meghan watches everything sipping her wine and sitting quietly. <Lisl> Well, it got a little numb and tingly the last time I had some. But then, I wasn't bathing in it, I was drinking it. What did you have in mind? * Temire enters dressed in her usual shirt and breeches with her rapier at her side. <Zoya> Perhaps just a bit of a spot-test, to see how 'kick's superalcoholic properties affect it - namely, whether it dissolves the scales, and whether scales or your true skin grow back. <Rhys> Evening Temire. Can I get you anything? * Meghan smiles at Temire as she enters. <Lisl> "superalcoholic"? I think Gloss's having a bad influence on you, Zoya. <Meghan> Hey Temire. <Lisl> Well, I'm up for it. Actually... ::rubbing her hands together:: ...let's up the ante a little. Rhys, you up for a little chemistry? <Temire> Hello everyone. ::Seats herself at the bar:: Something to cheer me up Rhys, it's been a hard day. <Lisl> 'evening, Temire. Hard day-- you went down to the docks again? * Rhys sets Zoya and Lisl up with a shotglass of mulekick. "There yo go. Be careful not to drop too much on the floor, please." * Meghan watches Lisl and Zoya with amusement. <Temire> No, dealing with my family. Relatives from Waterdeep are visiting all week. This is the first time I've been in clothes I could fight in since they got here. ::makes a face.:: <Lisl> Actually, Rhys... could you give me a larger stone mug as well, and a glass of Mist? * Rhys pours Temire a glass of a fizzy, yellowish-green liquid. "Here. Try this." * Vallel takes a sip of his ginger beer, sighs, and opens the book to a purple bookmark about sixty pages in and starts reading. * Rhys pours Lisl a mug with the same beverage he just served Temire, and a mug of 'kick. <Lisl> Relatives? *Your* relatives? The same relatives who disowned you?? ::pauses in the act of picking up the mug of Mist and sipping from it:: * Meghan peeks over Vallel's shoulder. <Zoya> ::thoughtfully looking at the 'kick and the Mist:: And a... stoneware bowl, if the kitchen can provide one... Actually, a platter should do. * Rhys goes into the kitchen and comes out with a stoneware platter. "Here you go, Zoya." <Zoya> ::beams:: Thank you, Rhys. If the 'kick destroys it, I'll replace it. ::She carries it over to a table and sets it on a chair:: Have a seat, Lisl, and put your foot up. * Temire sips her drink and visibly brightens, "Oh, I'll have to remember this." * Meghan glances over at Zoya and Lisl then back over Vallel's shoulder at the book <Temire> ::To Lisl:: The same. Seems that while they don't want me "corrupting" my sisters, they also don't want me shaming them in front of the rest of the family. I won't have even bothered but Mistress Michelle insisted that I should at least TRY to be civil with them. <Lisl> Just a moment, Zoya. Liquid courage. ::takes a hefty swallow of 'kick, and chases it with a quarter-mug of 'Mist, gripping the edge of the bar with one hand:: WHOA. Now *that's* good. <Vallel> ::looks over at Temire:: I can't imagine why anyone would be ashamed of you, Miss Temire * Lisl moves-- somewhat unsteadily-- over to Zoya's table and sits, putting her foot up and placing both mugs within reach on the table. <Lisl> I should think, Temire, that they're doing a damn fine job of shaming themselves, with the way they've been treating you. <Zoya> We'll start small. ::She reaches into her sleeve and fishes around for a while, finally coming up with a glass contraption. She carefully pours a little mulekick into one end of it.:: Ready? * Meghan turns to watch Zoya * Lisl pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and carefully bites down on it before nodding. "Don' get any on th' fwoor..." * Lisl wriggles her draconic toes a little in anticipation of pain. * Temire shakes her head, "My family wants me to be a proper young lady. In other words marry whoever they chose for their own benefit and raise his brats, keep his house, and generally let him rule over me in all things," <Vallel> ::shakes his head:: well, yeah, I can see that. I dread what my da's going to say when I bring Glossaria to visit. Not that I'm going to let him change my mind or anything, but I don't want him to hurt her feelings. <Zoya> I won't. ::With rock-steady hands, she positions the gadget over Lisl's ankle and deftly manipulates it so that only a tiny drop of 'kick falls. Carefully, with the bottom of the glass, she spreads it so it touches both scaly and natural skin, then leans closer, watching carefully.:: <Lisl> ::tips her head back to half-look at Temire, her speech rather muffled by the self-made gag but still obviously droll:: Sounds r'an'tic. * Meghan grins at Vallel <Meghan> I think it would take a bit more than that to change your mind <Vallel> ::groans a little:: Well, I'd certainly hate for Glossaria to change *her* mind after getting a listen to my da'. She might be afraid I'd grow up just like him or something... * Meghan nods * Lisl pants through her nose, watching the droplet settle on her skin. Nothing happens for a long moment. "Ooh...'arm..." A little oily smoke rises from the lower part of the test patch, and the scales dull with a bit of corrosion, but otherwise hold intact. <Meghan> I'm sure things will be fine * Meghan pats Vallel's shoulder softly <Zoya> ::glances up at Lisl:: Okay? <Lisl> ::takes out the gag and works her mouth for a moment before taking a swallow of 'kick to overcome the dryness:: Yeah, fine. Just a little warm for a moment, there. * Vallel peers over to look at Lisl <Zoya> ::nods:: Okay. ::she jots down some notes on one of her pieces of paper:: Ready for the next stage? <Lisl> ::frowns, considering the foot:: Damn, they must be tough. ::taps the side of her mug speculatively, watching tiny blue sparks rise from the surface with each tap:: Hm. Try a drop of the 'Mist, now. <Zoya> ::nods:: Ready? * Alranis slips quietly through the door, and glances around, then settles himself at the counter. <Rhys> ::quietly, to Alranis:: Weiders? * Meghan glances at Alranis then back to Lisl * Alranis shakes his head. "Only if you've got it..." <Zoya> ::Deftly, Zoya repeats the drop of 'kick, on a spot near the first spot. Then, before the 'kick has time to react much, she dips a finger into Lisl's mug of Mist and lets some drip into the prepared area.:: * Rhys pours Alranis a mug of a dark beer and sets it in front of him. * Lisl raises a hand in greeting. "Evening, Al!" * Alranis nods to Lisl, raises his mug, and takes a sip. * Zoya looks quickly around and nods a greeting to Alranis before turning back to her experiment on Lisl's ankle. * Vallel turns back to his book, somewhat reluctantly <Lisl> AAAUUUURRRGHH....*THAT* smarts....::flinches and very nearly howls as the kick/Mist mixture bubbles and burns straight through the scales, leaving a small scorched, pitted wound that oozes ichor.:: * Meghan finishes her wine and stands stretching <Rhys> Can I get you another, Meghan? <Meghan> Thanks Rhys but no. I am somewhat sleepy and am going to head home I think <Zoya> ::Zoya reaches out swiftly and with a surprisingly strong grip, pins Lisl's leg down so she can't move it.:: <Rhys> Very well, Meghan. Have a good night. <Lisl> Sorry, Zoya, didn't mean to be so noisy... that's what distraction gets me. ::gritting her teeth and subsiding, taking another hefty swallow of 'kick:: * Meghan smiles warmly <Meghan> You to Rhys * Lisl gives Meghan a nod and a quick wave. <Meghan> ::waves at Lisl:: night Lisl, Zoya. I hope that all works out well. <Zoya> ::glances up at Lisl, and lets go once she's sure the leg won't be moved:: It's all right. That looks pretty painful. ::she leans down to examine the wound closely, jotting notes on her paper without looking at it:: <Zoya> G'night, Meghan. <Meghan> You staying at the cottage tonight Val <Meghan> ? <Lisl> ::sounding a bit surprised:: It *is* pretty painful. ::peering at it:: And it's not going away? <Vallel> Of course... <Zoya> No more for now, Lisl - I want to see if this is going to heal over, or if the mixture cauterized it. * Meghan nods with a smile <Meghan> I'll see you back there then <Vallel> I shouldn't be too much longer. <Vallel> If you want, I'll walk with you... <Vallel> ::tucks his bookmark into the book:: I should really read at home anyway... <Meghan> If you are ready. ::smiles:: I'll sit and drink tea while you read. You can talk to me about the book. MIght help some <Vallel> All righty... ::drops a silver coin on the counter:: <Vallel> Good night, Rhys... Hope you get better, Mistress Lisl * Temire sips her drink. <Temire> Night everyone. * Meghan slips her arm through Vallel's <Rhys> Good night Vallel. Study well. <Meghan> Night all <Lisl> ::still gritting her teeth, she blinks eyes showing a distinct tinge of gold:: Thanks, Vallel, 'night, you two! * Vallel takes Meghan's arm and leaves the Hall * Lisl takes another swallow of 'kick, followed by another sip of Mist. "And to think... it certainly doesn't do that to my stomach lining..." <Lisl> Haaaaaahh...::letting out a long breath:: It's starting to go numb. The 'kick, I think. ::shakes her head:: It's weird, having a body part that lacks the stamina of the rest of me... * Alranis takes a sip * Lisl flexes her scaly, clawed toes, and peers at the spot on her foot, which is slowly starting to scab over. <Zoya> ::watches Lisl drinking:: Actually, it probably *does* - you just heal it too fast for it to hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if that mug has a stronger effect on you than usual. <Lisl> ::nods, grinning a little:: The last time, the foot went slightly numb. But it definitely has more of a-- well, a kick-- when I chase it with Mist. Strange, when you think about it. <Zoya> ::eyes the mug of mist between taking notes.:: I wonder if it would work with other strong beverages, or if it's something in the 'kick that activates it. * Temire sips her drink and starts rocking back and forth on her stool. <Lisl> ::shrugging:: Well, I got the idea from similar mixed drinks... but I'm a little wary of actually mixing it in the mug. I figure my stomach's tougher. <Zoya> ::smiles:: We can try that one another time, maybe. <Lisl> Hm. ::wriggling her toes again:: It itches. <Zoya> ::smiles at Lisl:: Itching is a common side-effect of healing, Lisl. <Lisl> What, it's nature's way of telling you it's time to scratch it bloody again? <Zoya> ::laughs:: I don't know why. *Don't* scratch it, though. * Lisl fidgets, bunching the muscles in her calf in an attempt to assuage the sudden itching attack without scratching. * Alranis sips his drink. <Lisl> Hm. Well, so much for *that* idea. ::peering at the ankle again, where tiny, soft scales, so pale green as to be nearly white, are peeking through the scabbed-over area. <Lisl> :: <Rhys> Does it still itch? <Zoya> ::frowns at the little scales, scribbles some notes:: Hmm. Interesting. ::She leans back in her chair, still looking at Lisl's foot.:: What I wouldn't give to talk to Bai. <Lisl> Yes. But not so much. ::wriggling her toes again:: Argh... how do people stand it? I haven't itched this much since I ran naked through a poison ivy patch when I was fifteen1 <Lisl> ! <Zoya> ::laughs:: A touch of mortality is probably good for you every now and then, Lisl. Help you to appreciate your abilities. <Lisl> ::pointing her toes, stretching the new-growing skin:: This isn't mortality, this is torture! Regular people get clerics and salves and bandages and chicken soup. *I* get a mad scientist. <Rhys> To be completely straightforward, regular people don't sit around while known corrosive liquids are poured on themselves, either. <Zoya> ::laughs again, and fishes around in her sleeves, putting away her contraption (after carefully emptying it of the remaining 'kick) and pulling out a small vial and some linen bandages:: You're such a baby, Lisl. This is tiny. Normal people don't bother with salve and bandages for something this small. <Zoya> ::Nonetheless, she spreads the salve over Lisl's itchy scales and wraps the bandage around her ankle:: Better? <Lisl> ::pouting a little:: Little? It was gaping! And I saw blood! Well, ichor, anyway... <Lisl> ::sniffs:: Much. Hey, that smells nice. What's in it? <Zoya> Mint, cinnamon, and marigold. Among other things. <Lisl> Mmm. Nice. ::pointing her toes again, working the foot around in a circle:: Soothing. It kinda tingles. <Zoya> ::hands Lisl the vial:: Use that if it starts itching again. * Alranis takes a sip of his drink. * Temire sips her drink. <Lisl> ::smiles brightly, tucking the vial away into a pocket in her jerkin:: Thanks. <Lisl> ::somewhat meekly:: Are you done experimenting on me? Can I put my boot back on now? The boys might get the wrong idea, if I keep flashing my ankles at them like this. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Yes, for now. <Lisl> Thanks. ::slipping her foot off the chair and sliding it carefully into the oversized boot, stomping down to settle the heel:: I take it from your comment that you haven't tracked down Bai yet anywhere? <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Tracking him down isn't really possible, he moves around so much. But I've left word with most of his usual check-in points to contact me as soon as possible. <Lisl> ::grinning:: Well, I could probably give it a shot if I were really determined... I doubt he goes around town by jumping from rooftop to rooftop...::frowning:: But then again, it *is* Bai. He just might. <Temire> [What's that supposed to mean? :) ] <Zoya> ::laughs:: If he doesn't turn up soon, we'll search more thoroughly. <Lisl> [shh...neeenja!] * Alranis finishes his mug, and rasps, "Good night, all." He quickly slips out the door, into the night. * Rhys nudges Al's mug back to the kitchen. <Lisl> ::lifts a hand in farewell, shaking her head a little:: I swear, *nothing* bothers that man. You'd think he saw lizard-footed women every day of the week. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Who knows, maybe he does. <Lisl> ::snort:: Well, I certainly haven't seen any others around. The stuff he drinks must be stronger than I thought. Maybe I should switch. ::swirling the last of her 'kick around in the mug:: <Zoya> ::laughs:: I should be getting home so Glossaria can cross-reference these new notes. <Lisl> ::nods:: Well, thanks for your help, Zoya. I think. ::giving the foot a dubious look:: <Lisl> You enjoyed that too much. Are you *sure* you're not a priestess of Loviatar? <Zoya> ::looks indignant:: Enjoyment in others' suffering is hardly to be compared with the enjoyment of learning. <Zoya> Anyhow... Good night, everyone! * Zoya gathers her notes together and heads out into the night. <Lisl> ::grins and waves to Zoya:: * Lisl tilts her head back and finishes off the last of her 'kick, followed by the last swallow of Mist. * Temire catches herself drumming on the bartop, "I think I've had enough." Pushes the mug away. <Rhys> Suit yourself, Temire. <Lisl> Damn...::stomping her foot on the floor:: I think she was right. It's asleep. * Temire stands, "Need help getting home Lisl. At this point I feel like I should be racing through the city." <Rhys> Everything going to be all right, Lisl? <Lisl> I'll be fine... eventually, anyway. I wouldn't mind a hand home, though I don't think I'm quite up to any footracing tonight, Temire. <Temire> I just meant that I won't be going to sleep anytime soon. <Lisl> Heh. I know what you meant. Mist is pretty potent stuff. * Temire looks at Lisl's boot, "I'd say so. Can't believe they let people drink the stuff." Temire shudders. * Temire walks over to Lisl to give her a hand. * Rhys cleans up Temire's mug. <Lisl> ::stands and stretches, the bones of her spine popping like firecrackers:: Well, I don't think you'll find it anywhere else in the city, if that's a comfort. * Lisl bends down and pounds her fist against the side of her boot a few times. "Nope, it's gone. Well, this'll be interesting, at least. <Lisl> " * Temire holds the door for Lisl. <Rhys> Ladies, have a pleasant evening. I hope you enjoy yourselves. <Lisl> ::sets her mugs on the floor, giving them a gentle push towards the kitchen:: Thanks, Rhys, you also. I'm not going to enjoy myself, though, I'm just going to go to bed, I think. ::shakes her head:: I bet the deer are laughing themselves sick out there. * Lisl moves to the door, snagging her cloak from its peg. "Thanks for your help, Temire." <Rhys> I've heard of barking deer, but I don't think I've ever heard of laughing deer. <Temire> You're welcome Lisl. It's not like I don't owe you a few favors anyway. ::Temire smiles.:: <Lisl> Well, if you go out into the woods you'd hear it now, I'm sure. Hah. I hope they get poached, it would serve their little white tails right. <Temire> [How can you say such evil things about Bambi?!?] <Lisl> ::grinning back:: If I tried to keep count of favors between friends, I'd drive myself crazy. I'd have to come up with a whole new rating system. Heh... maybe I should try that one out on Glossaria. I'm sure she'd get a kick out of trying to design it. <Lisl> [Easy. I eat Bambi.] * Temire shakes her head, still smiling, "Forget I mentioned it." <Lisl> Mentioned what? ::grinning:: C'mon, kiddo, let's go scare some muggers. * Temire giggles and follows Lisl out into the night. * Rhys trails behind the pair, and locks the door when they leave. He then douses all the lamps, and heads back into the kitchen to clean up. |
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