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* Michelle unlocks the door and announces, "Hall's Open!" * Michelle returns behind the bar. She's wearing a red sweater over a yellow dress and is letting her hair hang free. * Tyl walks in, looking sort of frazzled. * Jaret enters, removing his plumed hat as he does so. He's dressed in a dark blue outfit, with a warm cloak over it all. "Good evening, Michelle! A glass of... Sembian brandy, actually. I'm feeling a touch chilled." * Jelarthna sweeps in, lightly tossing his cloak on a peg on the wall and smiles warmly at Michelle and Tyl * Zoya enters, a large book tucked under her arm. She takes a seat at the bar. "Good evening, Michelle. How are you tonight? I'd like a cider, when you get a chance." She nods to the other patrons. * Tyl falls down on a stool. She is covered with dust, small bits of paper, has a dark smudge on one cheek and a bandage wrapped around her hand. <Tyl> Rum, please... * Michelle pours a few fingers of brandy into a snifter and gives it to Jaret. "And how is everyone this evening." * Jelarthna looks pleased at Jaret and Zoya as he glides into place next to Tyl <Jaret> I'm well. Tyl, however... are you all right, Tyl'gainia? <Zoya> ::to <Jelarthna>: All right; what have you gotten into now? * Michelle fills a mug with cider and places it in front of Zoya, "I'm alright Zoya. Though I'm rather worried about Meghan." <Tyl> I'm just fine dear... quite fine. Exceedingly fine. ::mutters something under her breath:: * Michelle places a bottle in front of Tyl, then puts some ice in a glass and sets it next to the bottle, "What happened to you Tyl'gainia?" <Jelarthna> Me? ::examining myself:: I'm not still charred, am I? * Jelarthna squeezes Tyl's shoulder comfortingly <Zoya> ::takes a drink of cider:: Well, of course we all are, but there's not much we can do just now... <Jelarthna> What happened to Meghan? ::looks around:: <Tyl> Thank you. ::fills the glass, then swallows it all in one long gulp:: Ah... much better. Ow! Careful, dear. I'm a bit bruised. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: You're looking like the cat who caught the canary... in a large bowlful of cream. <Jaret> Meghan? What's wrong with Meghan? <Michelle> That's what's bothering me. I hate not being able to influence events. <Jelarthna> ::looks momentarily startled and pet's Tyl's shoulder:: Sorry, love. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Zoya:: I just got something to work is all. <Tyl> S'okay... I'm just not used to actually doing manual labor. <Zoya> ::to Jaret:: She seems to have been abducted. Right out from under Xarroch's watchful eye, no less. He was rather irritated about it. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: It's good for the soul, dear. <Jaret> Abducted?! When? What's being done about it? * Glossaria throws open the door and pauses for a moment, silhouetted in the frame. A twitch of her fingers conjures a tiny breeze to catch at the hem of her royal purple cape, fluttering it romantically. <Jelarthna> Xarroch? ::blinks, taken aback:: What happened? * Glossaria holds her pose until the breeze wafts past her, and walks in, covering a sneeze. <Michelle> We're not sure. Xarroch was walking her home last week. Then he came back to get her journal that she left here. Then he raced out of here like a bat out of hell. By the time Yohko caught up with him he'd trashed a small intersection and then gated out. <Zoya> Well, after all our attempts to trace the abduction were unsuccessful, Jaret, we haven't been able to do anything. Xarroch is still on the trail, I believe, though. I can only assume he'll let us know as soon as he discovers anything. * Jelarthna glances at Glossaria entering and smiles a little, standing to bow to her regally <Zoya> ::eyes her apprentice:: That's not what I think it is, Glossaria, I hope? <Jaret> I always pick the wrong nights to take a constitutional instead of coming here. <Glossaria> ::smiles at Jel and blushes a little, wiping her nose:: I'm still not certain about this. I think the constant breeze has given me a cold. Might I have a cup of tea, please, Michelle? <Jelarthna> ::looks concerned and creases his brow:: I can try to get in touch with him, I suppose... though I wouldn't want to disrupt whatever he's doing to look for her... still, we ought to try to help somehow... <Glossaria> ::a little defensively, to Zoya:: It's just a cape. The merchant was out of black silk, but he had this lovely purple one in the back.... * Michelle shakes her head and prepares a cup of tea for Glossaria, "You want lemon or honey in that Glossaria?" <Zoya> You're sure about that? That was a mightily suspicious flutter, as you came in... <Glossaria> ::thinks a moment:: Both, please. Do you think garlic juice would be too much? Galen swears by garlic juice. <Jelarthna> ::grins a little at Glossaria and gestures for her to join us at the bar:: Interesting choice... <Zoya> *Garlic* juice? In *tea*??!? <Glossaria> ::nonchalantly avoiding Zoya's gaze:: Well, *maybe* I've been casting a little cantrip for help... <Zoya> ::looks Gloss over even more suspiciously, then sighs:: * Tyl mournfully inspects her fingernails, which are ragged, torn and very very dirty. * Glossaria moves to the bar, taking a seat next to Jel. "What's wrong with garlic juice? Is in not appropriate for a cold? It's reputedly an excellent tonic." * Jelarthna examine's Tyl's nails, and sucks in his breath, pulling out a nail file <Zoya> In *tea*, though? ::looks somewhat pained:: * Michelle puts some lemon and honey in the tea then places it on the bar in front of Glossaria, "You do realize that if you use that all the time you'll not only continue to catch cold, you'll also develop a reputation for being overly dramatic, which will completely ruin the effect you're looking for." <Jelarthna> ::takes Tyl's hand gently:: It's not a common additive to tea, Glossaria... more often used in cooking if you like it. <Tyl> I suppose I shouldn't complain... it was very nice of him... but really... one hundred and sixty crates was a bit much. <Glossaria> Well, I've never *had* it, I've only read about it. I'll drink it separately, if you think that's best. <Michelle> Are you planning on seeing Vallel in the next few days? <Jelarthna> one hundred and sixty crates of *what*? ::looks up:: Michelle, could I have some water, please? Lukewarm? * Jaret continues to fidget at the bar with his snifter of brandy. <Tyl> Exactly... ::grins:: let's see... I wrote it down somewhere... ::rummages through her pocket with her free hand:: * Tyl pulls out a rather rumpled scroll covered in tiny little letters. <Glossaria> ::leaning her elbows on the bar, inhaling the steaming tea deeply with an audible sniffle:: Well, I wanted to *try* dramatic. I'm afraid I'm not terribly dramatic or threatening on my own. ::shifting and tugging on the cape so it drapes behind her, instead of bunching up underneath her:: * Michelle fills a bowl with water and places it on the bar in front of Jel. * Tyl reads off the list <Glossaria> ::perks up at the sight of the scroll, nose twitching slightly:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Michelle:: Thank you. ::starts cleaning off Tyl's fingers with a hanky dipped in the water and goes about repairing her nails:: <Tyl> Twelve ceramic pigs, various colors. Fifteen mirrors, guilt frames. One cracked. One statue of Mystra. One statue of Elminster. Three statues of swans. One fountain topper of small boy peeing. <Zoya> Bah. Dramatic is overrated. Either you overdo it, and look silly, or underdo it, and look pathetic, or you get it just right, and your enemies are so impressed they hire whole armies to deal with you, in which case you're in hot water. Give me a nice, simple "underestimated" every time. <Zoya> ::mutters something under her breath at Tyl's list:: <Jelarthna> ::grins at Zoya's comment:: Agreed... <Tyl> Seventeen oil lamps, various colors and shapes. Thirteen bedrolls, blue and green blankets. <Jaret> Zoya, you malign drama. Especially on the scale Glossaria's focusing on. <Jelarthna> Tyl.. what *is* this stuff? <Michelle> "I'd rather be lucky than good." <Tyl> ::looking up from her list:: Donation * Jelarthna chuckles and flashes Michelle a grin * Glossaria smiles a little, eyes going from Zoya to Jaret and back. "Lord Malkier, has anyone ever hired a whole army to deal with *you*? <Glossaria> " <Jelarthna> Donation? From who? and why? and why this stuff ::gestures at the list:: <Jaret> Besides, the first few times an army is hired to deal with you, it's rather flattering. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Jaret:: I'm not prepared to say I know what scale she's focusing on, actually. You missed a rather lively discussion last week in which she threatened to turn to highway robbery in order to develop her reputation so the bullies harassing Vallel will leave him alone. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Well, yes, but it's terribly bothersome. <Jaret> Well, *army* might be overstating their talents and organization, but "middling size mercenary band" just doesn't have the right ring to it. <Jelarthna> ::laughs and looks at Gloss:: You did what? <Michelle> That was before she propositioned Xarroch to ravish her. * Jelarthna blinks and pauses <Tyl> ::blanches:: That could be painful, Gloss... * Jaret shoots a dubious look at Glossaria. <Zoya> ::sighs the sigh of the much maligned:: <Glossaria> ::studying her cup very intently, not meeting Jel or Jaret's eyes:: The value of experience is constantly underestimated. <Tyl> ::waves the list around:: Sir Goderic DuVreis... he donated things to the school... it arrived today <Michelle> Well that's nice of him, but after everything your school's been through I'd be a little wary. * Jaret furrows his brow. "I don't think I've heard of Sir DuVreis." <Glossaria> ::looking interested:: Donated? He just-- gave things to you? Why? <Zoya> ::snorts:: If that fountain-topper is as awful as the one Marten tried to bring home the last time he was around, and if the rest of the stuff is as awful as that, then I'd say Sir DuVreis must have recently acquired for the first time a housekeeper with an ounce of taste. <Jelarthna> Who's this now? <Glossaria> ::brow furrowing:: But-- isn't that what's known as a conversation piece? <Tyl> It's supposed to be a charitable donation... to benefit the school. We're supposed to put his name on a little brass plaque and hang it on a door somewhere. <Jelarthna> no... that's a conversation piece. ::gesturing at Gloss' cape and grins:: <Jelarthna> hmm.. is any of it actually useful? <Glossaria> ::looking slightly hurt:: That's not a conversation piece, that's my cloak. It's *supposed* to be dashing. ::sighing:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles:: I'm just teasing you, Gloss... it's actually a very nice cape. <Glossaria> Romanticism has a deep appeal, but I suspect it requires a born talent or training from infancy. <Jaret> I think it's an absolutely dashing cape, Glossaria. You may want to look into having something heavier, for when it gets cooler, but for warmer nights it's lovely. <Jelarthna> ::laughs and looks at Jaret:: <Jelarthna> Perhaps m'lord Malkier could help you? <Zoya> ::sighs:: I'll not complain if she turns to you for fashion advice, Jaret, but could you *please* try to make sure she stays out of the "highwayman" line of business? * Jelarthna finishes with Tyl's one hand and reaches to work on the other <Jelarthna> Didn't you get any help with all that? <Glossaria> ::chews on her lip for a moment, then sighs and unwraps the cape from her shoulders and offers it to Jaret:: Do you fancy it, Lord Malkier? I don't think it really suits me. <Zoya> ::looks somewhat surprised:: <Tyl> Some of it can be useful... some of it is quite useless, but pretty. And some of it is obscurely weird. <Jaret> Do you really not like it, Glossaria? * Zoya brightens at the mention of "obscurely weird" things. ÒLike what?Ó * Jelarthna smiles broadly at Glossaria * Tyl reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small oblong red thing with a sigil on the side. <Jelarthna> Besides.. you could probably find a color that would suit you a bit better. <Glossaria> ::looking at the cape in her hand, still chewing on her lip:: I like the color... and, as I said, the ideal of being dramatic appeals to me... ::shakes her head:: but I don't think it quite suits me. * Michelle shakes her head, "Glossaria, the first trick to being dramatic is to not work at it." <Jelarthna> ::looks over curiously:: Is that one of the obscurely weird things? <Tyl> Yep. <Glossaria> ::glancing over:: A seal of some sort? * Tyl picks up the thingie and presses her finger to the white sigil on the side. <Jelarthna> um... what is it? * Zoya leans over to look at it carefully. * Michelle looks at the object in Tyl's hand, "Oh, not again." <Tyl> Knife. ::a small blade pops out of the end. She presses the sigil again:: Ruler. ::A small ruler pops out of the other end:: <Jaret> If you're sure, Glossaria, I'll accept it. But only on one condition. ::Jaret takes off the dark blue cloak he wore onto the Hall:: We trade. <Jelarthna> ::looks at the knife with interest, then up at Michelle:: Not again what? * Zoya looks fascinated with the thingie. * Michelle blinks, "Well I've never seen one that worked like that." <Jelarthna> Is it magical? <Tyl> It was inventoried as a Swisami knife. It has a bunch of things in it. Magnifying glass, knife, screwdriver, hammer, saw... ::the named items pop in and out of the red thing:: <Jelarthna> How clever... it's a veritable tool box. <Glossaria> ::blinking in surprise:: But-- are you sure, Lord Malkier? This is hardly a fair trade. And... ::blushing a little:: I'm sure it looks much better on you. <Tyl> I'm sure it is ::examines the little red package:: I'm sure all those things couldn't actually fit inside here... <Jaret> If you don't feel comfortable wearing your cape anymore, it's highly understandable that you don't want to wear it anymore. And, in that case, I couldn't be allowed to let you go outside incompletely attired. Therefore... ::he holds out his cloak:: .... if it's what you want... <Zoya> ::eyes the Swisami with interest:: Is the list of tools fixed, or does it just pull out anything you ask for? <Jelarthna> ::nods:: good question... try asking for something really odd.. <Tyl> ::peers at the Swisami knife:: What sort of odd thing? ::presses the sigil:: Quill <Michelle> Tyl'gainia, what is it about you that attracts things from my home world. Or at least magical replicas there of. <Tyl> ::a quill pops out of the end:: <Glossaria> ::looking sidewise at the absorbed Zoya:: Well... if *that's* all, what if I accept it as a loan, to go home? I couldn't take your cloak, really. * Tyl glances over at Michelle. <Tyl> You have these things where you come from? <Jaret> Why not? If I can take your cape as a gift, can't you take my cloak? Is it unpleasing to you? <Jelarthna> ::nudges Tyl with a grin:: try nail file! * Tyl asks for the indicated item and gets a nail file. <Zoya> ::beams proudly at the little thing as if she'd invented it herself:: Now *that's* some handy magic! <Michelle> Well, the ones from my world you actually have to pull the tool out yourself, and they don't hold nearly as much as that one seems to, but yes. They even have that sigil on them. <Jelarthna> ::smiles delightedly:: Nice! <Jelarthna> the same sigil, Michelle? <Michelle> Yes. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Tyl:: weirdness magnet! <Glossaria> No, no, it's a beautiful cloak. But-- but-- ::thinks for a moment:: I'm giving you *my* cape because it doesn't suit me, and I have no use for it, and I know that you would put it to good use. I don't mean to insult you, Lord Jaret, it's just... well, it annuls part of the purpose of my gift. And, well... it's *your* cloak. <Tyl> In any case, this is one of the weirder things that was in all the stuff... but not the weirdest. I didn't want to touch the weirdest thing. <Michelle> Glossaria, maybe you should take drama lessons from Jaret while Yohko's giving sword lessons to Vallel. * Zoya looks even more intrigued. "What was that?" <Michelle> What was the weirdest thing Tyl'gainia?" <Jelarthna> ::furrowed brow:: What was the weirdest thing? And who *is* this guy? <Jaret> If you won't accept my cloak, then, I'll just have to make sure I get you something, something that you feel suits you more than this cloak. <Tyl> ::waves her hands around:: I don't *know* what it is... <Michelle> What did it look like? <Tyl> When? * Jelarthna blinks * Michelle blinks at Tyl, "You mean it changes shape?" <Tyl> ::nods:: <Glossaria> ::nods:: *That* would be acceptable. And the *loan* of your cloak to go home would be appreciated. ::stifling another sneeze:: I...::thinks of how to phrase it:: I know how to use words as armor, but not as weapons. Could you help me with that, Lord Jaret? <Michelle> Zoya, feel like swing past Tyl'gainia's place when we're done here? <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head and finishes with Tyl's fingernails, putting his nail file away:: How often? Is it constantly changing, or what? <Tyl> It changes when I'm not looking at it. <Zoya> ::frowns:: Really? It looks different to your students than to you? <Jelarthna> ::looks over at Glossaria, slightly puzzled:: Words as weapons? What's going on, Glossaria? * Michelle gets a look of concentration on her face. <Glossaria> ::frowns, her librarian mind tweaked by this last statement:: How do you know? If you can't observe the change, how do you know it's changing? <Jaret> Using words as weapons? It depends on the arena, Glossaria. If it's legalistic maneuverings you need, I don't think I'll be of much use to you. Or is this more... repartee? <Jelarthna> Tyl... I've got to see this changing thing. ::small grin:: <Zoya> ::excitedly:: Me, too! <Glossaria> ::nodding:: Vallel was wounded in another duel, defending my honor. Again. ::sounding grim:: They're *using* me, my differences, to get to him, and I *hate* it! I want to be able to fight them my *own* way. <Tyl> well it started out as a squashy armchair... and then, when I looked back at it later, it was a table... and then a while later, I thought it was gone, but it turned out that it was the pen I was using... when I put the pen down and then came back, it was a clothes pin <Jelarthna> ::raises an eyebrow:: I thought he was getting lessons... some of the first things I'd hope he'd learn was not to keep rushing into fights like that. I mean... I've done a lot of rash things, but not like that. ::wry chuckle:: * Jaret glowers briefly. "So you want me to teach you... how to verbally spar with and humiliate someone?" <Zoya> You really must show me this item, Tyl! It's definitely got the sound of a chaos item! <Glossaria> Yes, but he... well... ::glancing at Jaret out of the corner of her eye:: He emulates Lord Jaret. ::quickly:: Which is fine, but he, well, he just doesn't have the experience to back up the... the attitude, yet. <Jelarthna> ::nods:: It sounds amazingly like a chaos item... ::grinning at Zoya's enthusiasm:: <Glossaria> ::uncertainly, not sure if the glower is for her or her detractors:: Well, in essence... yes. <Michelle> Well Yohko's training him now. It's not as good as formal training would have been, but he's too headstrong to take the time for formal training. Course I still say it would be a lot easier if he'd just use his psionics. <Glossaria> ::to Tyl:: Do the differing items have similar characteristics that lead you to believe they're the same item? <Jaret> The verbal engagement and sparring is rarely the end, however, Glossaria. It's a means to an end, most of the time. Especially if the setting isn't court, but a street or alehouse. What will you do if Vallel's opponents aren't the sort who have the natural compunctions about striking a lady? <Glossaria> ::shaking her head at Michelle:: He says it's not honorable, but it's also dangerous... Mistress Lisl agreed with that much. <Tyl> ::nods:: it's always... this is going to sound weird, but it... sort of feels the same... like it's made out of something sort of slippery <Glossaria> ::compressing her lips:: They can *try*. But if they choose to play dirty, so can I. And my kidnapping taught me enough about magical self-defense. <Jelarthna> ::looks a little stern:: If they sink to that Jaret, they have no call to take Vallel's challenges.. that would accomplish what you're after, Gloss, but who's going to protect you? <Michelle> Yes, well it's not exactly honorable to continue a duel past first blood. At some point you have to draw the line between honorable combat and basic survival. <Jelarthna> slippery, Tyl? ... Have you tried affecting what it becomes, or perhaps have you? Like wanting a pen or something? Actual chaos can be held to form by an act of will... <Tyl> Slippery's not a good word... more like it's... moving under the surface? <Glossaria> ::nodding:: Right now, they apparently see me as an easy and broad target. I wish to disabuse them of that notion as harmlessly but as firmly as possible. <Zoya> ::still looking excited:: Do you have some free time tomorrow for us to come and look at it? <Tyl> After it changed a few times, I put it back in the box and left it there. <Jelarthna> ::nods with Zoya:: Definitely! <Glossaria> Moving? ::looking at Zoya:: Could it be alive? Some sort of... chameleon beast, perhaps? <Tyl> Feel free to come by... I'd feel better if someone with some experience reassured me that it was safe... * Jaret sighs. "I can teach you, Glossaria. You have a nimble mind, and you're well read, so I have no doubt that you'll pick up the essentials of it fairly quickly, and not require much advanced tutelage, but I ask you to consider what you'd like to accomplish. If all Vallel's encountering are street toughs out to pick a fight with someone new to Marsember, I fear your insults and deprecations aren't likely to have any lasting effect." <Jelarthna> ::looks back at <Glossaria>: What sort of men are these? * Jelarthna nods in agreement with Jaret <Zoya> ::frowns at Gloss's suggestion:: Hmm. Some sort of mimic, perhaps... But she said she was using the pen, and surely a mimic would have attacked once she came so close... ::brightens:: Maybe someone's finally figured out how to domesticate a mimic! <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: They're not street toughs... at least, not of the gutter variety. Most of them seem to be young noble bullies looking for easy prey. As I said, I don't *like* being prey. ::firmly:: I'm not a helpless worm anymore, after all. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Tyl:: It already doesn't sound completely safe... it could turn into something dangerous, or alive, perhaps. <Tyl> Well ::blushes:: I didn't notice the pen wasn't the pen I thought it was until I stuck it in my mouth... <Glossaria> ::curiously:: Did it have flavor? <Tyl> Sort of... kind of like biting on a copper coin... but not exactly. <Jelarthna> ::looks over at Jaret:: Could you find out anything about these bullies? Perhaps who's teaching them, and see if they could be reigned in a bit? <Glossaria> Copper? ::thinks:: Blood is supposed to have a coppery flavor. <Tyl> Ick. <Jelarthna> ::makes a face:: Ick indeed. <Jaret> Well, then, you can apply certain military strategies to this with a surprising degree of success. First off, if you can, pick the location of your battles. If you meet these roughnecks on the street, or in a pub, you're likely to simply provoke them into drawing on you, which isn't what you want. However, if you can corner them somewhere they *can't* draw, such as a formal event, draw them out of their defense, and then attack, you have a much greater chance of harming them in a way that they can't easily heal. <Jaret> I can look around, Jelarthna, but there are a fair number of lax teachers and trainers who are owned outright by a noble family, and won't act against their wishes. * Michelle smiles, "And then there's Jaret." <Jelarthna> ::nods a little:: Sad... that kind of training is a danger in itself... * Jelarthna grins at Michelle <Glossaria> ::nodding thoughtfully:: And if Vallel and I attend more formal events and become better known, perhaps that will improve the situation as well. <Zoya> ::having considered Tyl's description of the weird thing:: I'll come by tomorrow morning, Tyl. I'm very interested in this strange creature of yours. <Jaret> Indeed it could, Glossaria. <Jelarthna> Or thing, Zoya. <Zoya> Merely a figure of speech, Jelarthna. * Jelarthna grins at Zoya <Tyl> Sure thing. ::grins:: you could help me with the rest of those crates, too... <Zoya> Oh, certainly. I'm dying to find out what other odd items are included. <Jelarthna> ::nods:: I'll help with that, Tyl. Tonight, if you like. <Jelarthna> I'm interested in seeing what all of it looks like... ::chuckles:: <Tyl> Some of it is very ugly. I think the ceramic pig bank painted purple with flowers was pretty hideous. <Glossaria> I'd be happy to assist with the proper cataloging. ::frowning at the tattered scroll in Tyl's hand:: He might have left some things out of that. <Michelle> I'll probably stop by tomorrow as well. I'm interested to see if there are any other mementos of home in that collection. After all, some of the things you've stumbled across have been fairly dangerous in unsuspecting hands. <Jelarthna> ::nods again:: How do you end up with all these strange items, Tyl? ::laughs:: <Tyl> ::shrugs:: What did you say before? A weirdness magnet? <Jelarthna> ::grins, nodding:: That's right, love. <Glossaria> ::smiling, tapping a finger against the rim of her tea cup as she takes a sip:: Now *that* would be an interesting project. I wonder if... <Jelarthna> ::raises an eyebrow at Gloss:: What would? Something other than the verbal sparring? <Tyl> ::shifts her shoulders uncomfortably:: Ug. I need a very hot bath. * Zoya yawns suddenly. "I do believe the late nights have caught up with me." <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: No, aside from that. I meant your weirdness magnet. Creating one. That would be an interesting project. <Jelarthna> ::picks up the bowl of water and smiles at Tyl:: How soon? <Glossaria> ::smiling a little:: That's because you stopped running and finally sat down, Mistress. <Tyl> ::peers at the bowl:: I'm not going to fit in there... <Jelarthna> Oh! You don't need to, Glossaria... I've got one right here. ::smiles at Tyl:: <Jaret> She wants a bath, Jelarthna. Not a shower. <Zoya> ::smiles slightly:: No doubt. I'm going to head back to the Tower, then. Make sure you get an escort back when you leave, and don't start any new projects until you've consulted with me first. <Tyl> I finally got the plumbing fixed at the school, tho. You can come wash my back, if you want. ::winks:: <Jelarthna> ::chuckles and sets the bowl down:: Michelle, could I get a quick glass of fruit juice before we go? <Jelarthna> ::runs his hand along Tyl's back, smiling:: Happily! <Glossaria> ::grinning:: I was thinking of something somewhat more... lasting. And artificial. After all, chaos magic is only uncertain if you can't reproduce its effects. ::looking at Zoya for confirmation:: <Tyl> ::blinks:: I thought Chaos magic was not being able to reproduce the effects? <Glossaria> ::nodding at Zoya:: I'll be careful, Mistress. I promise. <Jelarthna> ::shrugs a little:: That's Zoya's area, not mine. * Michelle fills a mug with juice for Jelarthna, "Our you going to want a bottle of wine to go?" <Zoya> Any magic is uncertain if you can't *consistently* reproduce its effects. Wild mages call it chance. The rest of them call it research. ::shrugs and grins:: Whatever, it's fun. * Jaret looks at his mostly full snifter, and has a quick sniff and swallow. <Jelarthna> Thank you, Michelle. And no, I don't think so.. ::quickly drinks the juice down:: <Zoya> Good night, my friends! ::She swigs back the rest of her cider, and heads out the door.:: * Jelarthna waves to Zoya <Jelarthna> Goodnight, see you tomorrow! <Glossaria> ::waves before turning back to her cooling cup of tea:: * Glossaria sips slowly, sniffing experimentally. "Hm. I think it *is* helping. Perhaps I won't need the garlic juice. <Glossaria> " <Tyl> Well... shall we? ::grins:: <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Gloss:: If you're really in doubt, have something with garlic tomorrow. And be sure to stay in the same room with Zoya a lot. * Tyl drops a few small coins on the bar. <Glossaria> ::frowns:: You think my Mistress is cold-repellant? <Jelarthna> Yes, let's. ::finishes the juice and stands, offering Tyl his arm:: <Jelarthna> You never know with Zoya... ::winks:: <Michelle> Have a goodnight you two. <Jelarthna> Oh Jaret... let me know about the bullies if you can... I don't know that I could do much, but it would be nice to know. * Tyl picks up her swisami knife, puts it in her pocket, then takes Jel's arm. <Glossaria> Hm. ::looks dubiously at <Jelarthna>: Are you... what's the term? Tugging my leg? * Jelarthna takes Tyl's arm and beams at Glossaria as he walks out the door, snagging his cloak <Jaret> Good night! <Jelarthna> Would I do that? ::grinning and waving, he closes the door:: <Glossaria> ::returns Jel's smile, and waves with her free hand, finishing her tea with the other:: <Glossaria> Ha! <Glossaria> ::shakes her head and looks around:: Hm. Well, it emptied out rather quickly. Milord Jaret, would you be so kind as to give me an escort back to the Tower? * Jaret stands, and looks at his mostly full snifter. "I'm sorry, Michelle, I don't think I'm going to finish my drink tonight." <Jaret> Of course, Glossaria. * Jaret stands and offers his arm to Glossaria. "Whenever you're ready." <Michelle> That's alright Jaret, it happens to the best of us. <Glossaria> Oh, wait, I learned this from Milady Aldis! * Jaret watches to see what Glossaria does. * Glossaria frowns in concentration as she traces a sigil on the palm of her hand, her finger leaving a faintly sparkling trail along her flesh. She cups her palm and blows softly into it. A faint ringing sound, as of struck crystal, floats on the air and fades. <Jaret> That was quite striking, Glossaria... what was it? <Glossaria> Wait, you'll see. * Jaret waits. * Glossaria smiles faintly as she picks up Jaret's mostly-full snifter and pours it carefully into her cupped hand. Rather than spilling on the floor, the liquid pools and seems to fill an invisible glass cupped in her hand. <Glossaria> ::letting out a breath:: There. ::presents Jaret with the invisible goblet:: Now you can take it with you. * Michelle shakes her head, "Yet another trick I have to learn some lifetime." * Jaret gingerly takes the invisible glass from Glossaria. "Thank you, Glossaria. You've gifted me twice this evening." <Glossaria> Milady Aldis can do this-- and the wine-- by just snapping her fingers. I think she calls it from her own cellars, actually. But my magic seems to require a graphic or somatic element. I'm not entirely sure why.... * Jaret offers Glossaria his arm, and takes a sip out of the glass in his other hand. "How decadent of me. A charming woman on one arm, a glass of heady spirits in the other, and an evening's walk through the City of Spices." <Michelle> Probably has to do with your origins. <Jaret> Or Lady Aldis has some sort of pre-arranged spell that takes care of the components for her. * Michelle giggles, "Glossaria, that would be a lesson to learn from Jaret." <Glossaria> ::smile:: Charming. A woman that charms. How appropriate. ::taking Jaret's arm:: <Glossaria> Ah, but I don't have to charm women, Michelle. We're much harder to appease than men are. ::winking:: * Jaret melodramatically rolls his eyes. "Come now, let me get you home before the horses turn back into mice." * Michelle giggles and shakes her, "Get out of here before you turn me into Goody Beatrice." <Glossaria> ::smiling:: And me without my glass slippers. Just as well... it *must* have been a mistranslation. They're so difficult to walk in. * Jaret begins leading Glossaria to the door. "Is this something else you know from experience?" <Glossaria> Well... ::looking a little shame-faced:: It intrigued me. The pumpkin was the hardest, though. It was difficult to find one big enough to remain stable through the change. * Jaret laughs happily. "I hope you didn't have to forcibly cast some of the gnomes as coachmen." * Jaret bows and escorts Glossaria through the door. "Good night, MIchelle!" <Glossaria> ::turning at the door to wave goodnight to Michelle before answering:: No, I used a cat. The gnomes wouldn't have had the balance to stay on the coach at that size. <Michelle> Goodnight you two. * Jaret laughs again and heads out the door. * Michelle shoos the dishes into the kitchen, dims the lamps, and locks the door. |
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