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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-09-15 07:10 pm

the chainings



THE CHAININGS







Escorted by shepherds, the party reaches most decadent Ephes — a citadel with a newly-raised, lethal army and ambitions of imperial expansion. The undead lady Messalina has approached the Senate of Ephes, asking for the citadel’s forces to liberate the unliving from the undead Brotherhood that “enslaves them.” In exchange, she pledges Ephes any territories she frees.

Ephes hides a beacon within the main temple of the world-making and world-ending chaotic Chained God, currently closed off while Senate leader Caius Justus considers Messalina’s proposal.

OBJECTIVE: Survive Ephes until the temple opens.

This first event of Arc VII lasts until 3 October. Use your character roles, pursue leads or nudge NPCs for clues!

POLITICS



Politically-minded characters take residence with their benefactors and receive two iron chain bracelets, which represent the Chained God. These bracelets and the red-purplish trim of your white cloth identify your political standing and attract the nagging, desperate or aggressive public pleas of your petitioners.

You hear, hastening to attend Senate sessions, that long-serving leader Caius Justus is unlikely to earn a new mandate. His peaceful, sedentary governance is unsuited to Ephes’ military ambitions.

Pair up with party members and submit threads by 23:59 GMT on 27 September of bribing, cheating or outright fulfilling the needs of one of the politicians below, to secure their vote for or against Messalina.

■ War veteran-turned-politician Sextus Longinus wants to leave his mark permanently on Ephes.

■ Senator Publia Secunda has been struck with court summons on charges of tax evasion. The court claims it has proof she has been passing the precious wares on her ships as geese.

■ Senator Ovidius Petronius’s wife fled home, ruining his image as a family man, after he was caught in compromising circumstances with another woman.

■ Severus Silvanus was overcome by sickness and wishes to throw a party worth remembering as he lives out his final year.

■ Once a formidable soldier, Senator Cassia Floriana has been for years denied an audience by the priests of the temple of the Chained God because of the blood on her hands.

■ Maximilianus Tacitus wishes to eliminate his reputation for stinginess — while spending not one coin.


Note: if multiple players go for the same Senator, we’ll assume they had more than one vote to cast!

GLADIATORS | non-gladiators can spectate or patron



Those assigned as gladiators are received by arena leader Laetio and housed in single or shared barracks cells in grounds near the largest stadiums.

Accommodations are scarce — pallets, hard stone ground — but food, healing and care are generously provided. Veteran gladiators are frequently measured and assessed. Strife is contained, and brawls are forbidden, while priestess of the Chained God visit periodically to bless warriors as ‘his children of chaos.’

At times, as you train or sleep, you sense you are watched. On other days, you wake from violent nightmares to see your wounds and bruises have vanished.

■ Newcomers are paired and taught how to throw fights, exaggerate their reactions and create slogans and outrageous personas. They are offered tattoos, haircuts and makeup.

■ You experience the first day in the arena around the OOC date of 18 September, when gladiators re-enact the Chained God’s first defeat and Chaining.

■ Characters can fight NPCs, each other, or demonic large beasts. These hefty creatures attack head first and thrash the arena, often striking spectators.

■ Injuries can happen when fighting beasts, but unlikely from other gladiators. The highest official attending a fight may choose the loser’s punishment, but must pay exorbitant fees for losses to the arena. After a noble boy orders a veteran gladiator severely beaten, you hear Laetio threatening the child’s anguished father with repercussions from Narula, leader of the Hand.

Submit a fight thread by 23:59 GMT on 27 September for the winner/s to address the stadium.

■ Other party members can pay or coax Laetio to receive their ‘favourite’ gladiator(s) overnight at their villas. Return by dawns.


WHITE NIGHT

One night (OOCly: 24 September), after gladiator games on the sixth of twelve Chainings, you wake up in a bleary haze, your thoughts and movements slow. Stifled screams and heavy footsteps erupt distantly. In pitch dark, you spot the slithering, deep silhouettes that are checking cells — progressing towards you.

■ If you glimpse their coarsely carved masks depicting wolves, you are overcome with a sudden, insurmountable terror and the certainty that your visitors are inhuman.

■ Stumbling, you flee your surprisingly open cell, overcome by dread that won’t abate until you find living company. Some of the emptied cells you pass by have been clearly ravaged. On the walls of three untouched cells of veteran gladiators, you see a wolf’s head coarsely painted in fresh blood. Hide with your companions, until sleep suddenly claims you.

■ The next day, you wake back in your sleeping quarters. Laetio accuses some gladiators of going mad from last night’s celebratory drink and destroying the cells. Servants have been cleaning attentively, with all blood paintings gone.

■ Your memories of the night are increasingly diffuse: at times you describe the intruders. At others, you speak of creatures or people from your own past that terrify you.

■ A veteran gladiator, the Beast of Brenne, is absent from the morning call. Laetio regretfully informs he perished from wounds incurred in yesterday’s games. He calls a toast to the Beast of Brenne and bans drink for the rest of the Chainings.

THE HAND



Characters reach the barracks as part of a set of 100 new recruits. They are subjected to three days of intense training, ranging from running and parkour basics to weights and strength building, basic dagger combat and surviving hard (magically induced) weather conditions. The recruit batch is overseen by Hand leader Narula and members depend on each other for food or care.
Throughout this, recruits are made to heavily depend on Brother Narula, who negotiates and awards privileges and regularly visits for interviews not unlike interrogations. Recruits are largely orphans, convicts or disinherited — lone wolves, says Narula, who only find their pack in the Hand.

Every ten days of the 100 after recruitment, the worst performing five conscripts are removed from the ranks, stoking vicious competition and internal sabotage that Narula allows on the premise of soldiers needing both brawns and cunning.

Permanent injuries are banned. Beware blades left in your shoes and itchy, ground nettles powder on your uniforms.

HONEYED

Within days of receiving your assignments, you must shadow a group of Hand veterans and guard a Hive — an agricultural cluster outside of Ephes — during a grains transfer.

■ New recruits follow veteran soldiers into the eerily silent, vast farmland dominated by high rows of wheat and corn. You feel watched and something touches your legs and thighs. Within farmers’ hearing, veteran soldiers laugh it off as rabbits, snakes — but privately tell you to walk outside the line of vision of scarecrows littered in the fields.

■ The transfer proceeds peacefully until midday, when alarms blare, and a brawl starts near a defunct watering well: a dozen Hand veterans have gone berserk and attack indiscriminately. They are dark-eyed, heaving and struggle with speech and coordination. They seem less wrathful than anguished, desperately calling to ‘Make homes’ as they slaughter and sever limbs.

■ Immobilise the attackers, or take civilians to safety in warehouses.

■ The berserk soldiers are removed — allegedly taken for healing and discipline, but never seen again. At the barracks, Narula says the incident was the result of heatstroke.

MESSALINA’S INFILTRATORS



Some party members join Messalina’s group as paid campaign aides. Stationed in the Senate’s summer villas outside of Ephes, the lady’s eclectic group comprises volatile magic users and necromancers, the undead and demonic creatures — who coexist in tenuous peace. It’s every wo/man to themselves after dark, when the villa walls and defences are drawn up and gates lock to prevent the indiscreet exit of a blood-thirsting demon.

Mid-summer

It becomes rapidly clear that Messalina does not trust the good will of Ephes and wants to cut a deal quickly by bribing, blackmailing, or interceding with Senate leader Caius Justus. She also seems unsettled by the Chained God, who she fears is a hidden undead liege controlling Ephes.

Not every Sleeper sleeps deep.


Messalina assigns party members to bolster the campaign of Maximus Faustus — previously a young, promising and popular politician with hopes of becoming Senate leader… who has been replaced by demonic shapeshifter Alir.

■ Infiltrate noble functions and learn what would steer patricians towards Faustus’ cause.

■ Patricians widely feel that Caius has been too sympathetic towards plebeians and neglectful of his own people. They want to see more grand gestures celebrating Ephes’ noblest class. See to it.
■ Some superstitiously associate Caius with the cult of the Chained God, whom the Senate leader brought back to forefront.

Alir is fiercely intelligent, quick-witted, dry — with little regard for humans, beyond their delicious hearts. Watch him while in public, as he succumbs to his hunger and lures innocents in dark corners to rip out their innards and feast on their flesh. Pay off or exterminate witnesses.

■ A derisive Alir questions Messalina’s plans for peaceful coexistence and the innocence of Ephes. He urges his caretakers to inspect Caius’s private home on the night of the full moon (OOCly: 20 September). You may take along other party members.

■ That night, Caius’ villa is well lit, bursting with song and closed from the inside. Scale the walls to enter and find a feast held by shadowy silhouettes of Caius’ ancestors. First they interact with you, then ignore you, then, increasingly inconvenienced, seem to recognise there is something wrong about you, before giving chase, daggers in hand.

■ On a high table in the great reception halls, you can find the entombment masks and personal effects of all of Caius’ ancestors who are present at the feast. Caius’ personal study contains nearly year-old letters of trade, reports on the fragility of the then-6,000-strong Hand and a broken worship tablet depicting the Chained God’s fourth Chaining.

■ In the kitchens, you find well-secured barrels of fish and wine — jump in together, or hear movement from the servants hidden within. You have time for one question.

CIVILIANS



Characters assigned civilian roles may safely assume their Ephes posts for a handful of days, before the religious celebrations of the Chained God’s twelve Chainings start. The all-Father of the universe, the Chained God is set to birth, consume and rebirth the world, and was chained twelve times by the first heroes of humanity to contain his destruction.

■ The numerous priests of the Chained God wander the roads and mark the foreheads of civilians with salted ash — which briefly brings out your anger, greed or selfishness.

■ Priests say you feel the frustration of the bound Chained God. Some of those ash-touched experience visions of a heavily fettered, amorphous creature, struggling in agony in a cavernous room. Those with supernatural powers find their abilities are volatile for a day.

■ Those who ‘see’ the Chained God are brought and tested for holiness by Priestess Valeria, for it is known the Chained God chooses brief emissaries during the days of Chaining.

■ Newer acolytes greatly defend the religious cult: a great earthquake rattled the main temple of the Chained God last year during the Chainings, and falling debris only spared the faithful who prayed within.


Off with his —

On the sixth day of Chaining (OOCly: 23 September), the news shouter of Ephes’ main marketplace receives a pouch containing the decapitated head of Tavernus, brother of Ephes army leader Narula.

The shocked newscaster drops the head, shakily reading out the message stitched on the pouch: Animals die for men to live. Men die for gods to prosper. — a quote attributed to the Chained Gods and carved on his main temple’s outer walls.

Locals may share Tavernus was a taciturn man who previously served as Narula’s lieutenant in the Hand, before retiring five months prior and taking up agricultural trade.

Group up to investigate — and throw your hat in for a RNG pick to win the head.

NIGHT OF KNIVES | EVERYONE WELCOME



The twelfth day of Chaining (OOCly: 29 September) ends the yearly religious festivities of the Chained God with multiple street celebrations and private dinners.

Popular political upstart Maximus Faustus holds his own night-long banquet, opening his doors to all.

The affair sprawls over multiple floors of Faustus’ enormous villa, with entertainment ranging from poetry, theatre, artistic and magical recitals on the lower floors to a gladiator performance and heavy opioids upstairs. Conveniently, the guest list includes every figurehead of Ephes and their main political and financial backers. Patricians seem amused but flattered by Faustus, who was ‘no one’ before Messalina’s support, but who has been generous in his appreciation of the city’s elite.

Sign up for a RNG draw for a conversation with Faustus by 23:59 GMT on 18 September.

■ No better time to publicise your feats or generosity. Why not have your character (including gladiators) perform or bring an offering?

■ Servants apologise as you smell an excess of musk and oud, hiding, they say, spillage from an accident caused by a fired manservant. You can still glimpse glinting trails of cleansed lamp oil.

Messalina attends the banquet for two hours, but hastily withdraws at midnight, after receiving a letter.

■ Towards the middle of the night, priestess Valeria asks to conduct a religious séance, allowing one person to channel the Chained God and speak to Ephes.

■ After 2 a.m., torch lights dim down, as twenty masked pantomimes enter the main banquet halls, shushing the rooms silent. In good spirit, they ridicule the partygoers, even poking fun at you with inside jokes they should not know about…

■ …before slashing the throats or stabbing some of the high-profile Senators present, sparking a chaotic stampede.

■ The main villa doors have been closed from the outside. Fire broke out within and spreads rapidly, after the rims of main halls curtains were drenched in lamp oil. Rescue some of the Senators, or help the crowds escape Faustus’ burning villa.

■ The assassins are exceptionally strong fighters whose combat style some might recognise from the Hand’s drills. They fluctuate between having physical bodies and merging with shadows.

■ Come morning, a list is found on the main hall floor of Faustus’ villa with an assassination contract for the murdered and targeted Senators. All had intended to support Messalina. The contract is signed with the seal of a ring showing a wolf in profile.


QUESTIONS

starlingroad: (MCU - Don't like the sound of that)

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-10-08 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything Five starts to tell her on quantum mechanics will finally be the point she realizes he's not as young as he looks. Finally. Though, with this conversation, America is starting to wonder. Something seems...off.

She wouldn't say she's never had consequences for her teleporting, especially in the beginning. It wasn't a joy ride, back then. But now, it feels a little more like that.

"Spatial and temporal...." America has to repeat his words. What? "You have a really big vocabulary." Beat as she repeats the words in her mind. "Temporal. Do you mean time?"

As for universes, America says, "Like, totally different places. Kinda of like this place isn't like the world I just came from. But for some reason I can't get out of here. Only...there's you here, right. A Five. Let's say I tear a hole in the universe and go visit another place. I might meet another Five, but he would be different from you. Like maybe he likes long hair. Really long hair. And acts different. I've run into different versions of people I know."
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2023-10-08 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Better. [ She knows what that means, at least in her world; the cultivators spoke, while the common people had little say, and even among the cultivators, certain people weren't given voice. ]

I do not disagree that people should be allowed their voice, but such stages like this rarely serve a good purpose beyond firing up a crowd and drawing attention. There are those who listen and might not approve of what's said.
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2023-10-08 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Vanessa's comment makes Wen Qing freeze for a moment as she's stepping out onto the balcony, only to remember the shanty she'd sung to appease one of the monks. Her lips curve into an amused smile, and she continues further out, joining Vanessa at the railing. ]

You are safe from any musical endeavors, I assure you. [ It had been an amusing interlude, but she's hardly trained and not the sort to value such a display of vulgarity. ] And should I attempt to sing anything else, it won't be that.

[ She looks at Vanessa openly for a moment, then looks out at the gardens beyond the balcony. Dressed in red and white, her hair done up to help her mix with the crowds, adorned in more jewelry than she's worn her entire time in Akhuras, Wen Qing feels out of place, even if the performance of a socialite is something she can manage. The forced, pleasant smile fades as she stands there with Vanessa. ]

Do they have such parties where you are from?
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2023-10-08 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
A mercy to who? [ Her voice sharp, the pinprick of her needles. Anyone else, and she can forget her history as a Wen, but Lan Wangji suffers her to remember it, time and time again.

What is mercy, in this world? ]
A mercy to us, to his victims. The body he wears. A trial for others.

[ Messalina's plans. The world they traverse, how much depends on Alir taking on this body?

At least Alir has no family that they know of. Do demons have family here? She wonders about that, but then they are upon Alir, the fading screams of his victim in her ears. Viscera is a sight they've encountered plenty of times before, and Wen Qing doesn't turn her gaze away. ]
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2023-10-08 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Likewise.

[ That is why she is here on the balcony, and not inside, where she should be. ]

They seem divided, more than I expected. Many of the senators seem apprehensive about her views, and disdain the idea of the living and the dead working and living side by side. Some of them are much more open, but they seem to hold less power.
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[personal profile] silverneedles 2023-10-08 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Alir. Maximus Faustus. He'll be one of the bigger threats, unless he is dealt with in some way.

[ Already, Wen Qing has seen him eat twice, and she knows the others have seen him as well, tidying up after his... work, and generally trying to keep him in his human form. If only Messalina had picked a different demon, one who might play better in a human skin. ]

There are a few others who will likely cause trouble, but none stick out to me as the biggest threats we must deal with.
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[personal profile] rehandle 2023-10-09 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
A little tightening of his expression, the downward tug at the corner of his mouth a clear signifier of his displeasure. She shouldn't be here. For exactly that reason if no other (and there plenty of others) - it isn't fair.

"Pretty much." Sheepish isn't quite the sentiment he's angling for, the situation is far too serious for that, but it's still something around there that he lands on. For better or worse, neither the undead or getting unceremoniously hauled from one place to another are new to either of them. "I'm sorry, America."

Not either of their fault, really, but it's worth acknowledging. If he'd had a choice in it, this wouldn't be happening to her again.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-10-09 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Five didn't anticipate the physical contact, but he restrains himself to a brief scowl when he pats his shoulder. In no small part because Jacob referred to him as 'man' and not 'boy' or some other derogatory nickname. For as much as he doubted him on his first impression, he's smart enough to treat him as an adult.

He sighs and shakes his head, then whistles to the hound. It immediately turns to him and waits for a command. Five wasn't sure that would work, but he'll take it. ]


Go home, we'll resume this later. [ The hound snorts but otherwise doesn't make a fuss, simply passing back by them and retreating to the shadows. He trusts that he can find his way. Maybe he's banking too much on the odds that Alir is full from his earlier meal. If not, he'll be more in the mood to clean up after he's had a break. He turns back to Jacob, and gestures down the alley. ]

Did you have somewhere in mind, or did we pass a hole in the wall that appealed to you?
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[personal profile] nochnaya 2023-10-09 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ The good old-fashioned adventure of breaking into the Senate leader's house in the middle of the night? It's very dangerous. There's no one else she would even think about taking.

She shakes her head a little at the flourish, the gesture landing somewhere between exasperated and fond, before teleporting into the space next to him. It allows her to survey the villa from inside, and now she can see that the guests to this little party are... not alive. ]


Spirits.

[ There's a degree of interest in her tone, as if that's not what she was expecting—in retrospect, maybe that's what she should've expected. She glances sidelong at Cal, her eyebrows raised. ]

This should be interesting.
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-10-09 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jacob, at 21, has been called boy too many times to do that to someone else, even if they're as young as Five seems to be. But when Jacob is from, you might work from the age you can stand, you can certainly be a man without needing to shave yet. Besides, Ned is most certainly a man, and he clearly doesn't need to shave either. ]

You've got that thing well-trained. That your doing?

[It's conversational, a friendly distraction as he gestures down a small side road towards a tavern- there's an amphora hanging above the door, and Jacob's learnt what that means in this town.]

That looks as good as any. All my normal haunts are back in the cheap part of town.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-10-09 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't react to the comment about his vocabulary. For the most part, he makes a real effort to speak simply and be understood, so he only shrugs slightly when she asks if he was referring to time. Right now, he's more interested in hearing about her visits to parallel universes.

"How well can you control it?" In the process of asking endless questions, he's forgotten that he's standing out in the middle of an alley where undead are likely to shuffle through. It's not like they can't both teleport out if things get hairy. He doesn't even wait for her answer before he asks another.

"How do you get back?"
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-10-09 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sighs at her answer. She's not wrong. Alir is a problem that they'll have to deal with, in just as much as he could potentially be an asset if they could tame his instincts. ]

He's an issue, but he's one we have to deal with carefully. We need to find a way to deal with him that still benefits us.

There's a lot of bias against the undead, and then there's us. The case for working with them needs to seem like it comes from the living to sway them. If he gets found out, there goes our chances.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-10-09 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five turns to eye the beast as it obediently slinks away into the shadows, and shrugs. ]

Came with the territory.

[ As long as Five is doing what he's being paid for it seems to have no problem obeying orders. He should be more hesitant to take advantage, but for whatever reason, he doesn't mind having it around. The same way he never minded the robot helper they once loaned him back in Serthica.

He likewise doesn't have qualms with the tavern Jacob points out. Why he's chosen to keep his company is odd in itself, but he goes along with it, for the simple reason that he really wasn't kidding when he said he could use a drink.]


Might be a good opportunity to see what the locals are saying. [ That his appearance doesn't seem to bother him is a bonus, but the minute someone inside mistakes him for his son, his feelings about drinking in public may change. ]
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-10-09 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah? Not sure if I'm envious or not.

[It's probably useful to have a frightening monster at your beck and call, but Jacob also is well aware that his work is not suitable for most animals with four legs. They don't tend to climb walls very well.]

I was thinking the same thing. Pubs are the right place to catch up on news- be it truthful or not. Might well be useful.

[They're away from the market, but close to the senate, so they might get an interesting mix of gossip. It's a useful place to stop for refreshments, certainly. Of course, Jacob hasn't even considered Five might be considered his son- he isn't old enough to be the father of someone in their teens. Thank fuck.

He steps inside first, heading towards the counter.]
What's your poison? The beer's a bit funny here, not like the stuff back home. My home anyway.
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-10-09 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it depends.

[Xie Lian sighs.]

I don't know if I ever told you, but I have a curse on me that gives me bad luck. So usually, when I really want something to happen, it goes wrong in some ways.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-10-09 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Odd. Very odd indeed. because as you say, other soldiers are admitted, so she must have done something that offends them personally on some level.

And I can unfortunately confirm that the priest won't say either. I tried probing. They're all tight-lipped about it
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-10-09 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five allows him an approving hum that he thought of the same thing, even if it was the obvious benefit and perfect excuse to hang around a tavern. And if he happens to notice any patrons turning their head when he enters with Jacob, he pointedly refuses to acknowledge them until he's seated at the counter.

It's been years since he's sat at a bar to drink. Here he's usually had to steal or share what Wrath or Allison had squirreled away. He can't say it isn't a nice change, and he squints at the bottles lined up on the back shelf. ]


Is that cognac?
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-10-09 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"In a sense, yes, but the scale might not be the same as the length, since it is another dimension. usually, you will find an indication about it as well, although most city maps will usually forgo this because it makes the map harder to read. You'll see it in bigger maps of countryside and mountains more readily."

That being said, this will help her read a map more readily... he doesn't know about drawing one.

"Are you meant to do this on your own?"
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-10-09 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
We can't fault them for being cautious. What does she bring to the table but weak assurances she'll let them take the land?

[And not only that...]

She also seems to be seeking an ally that's, in essence, weaker than her enemy would be? No normal men can hold forever against an army of the undead. Our group struggles against them and many among us count powers most would think supernatural.

Why then would she seek men as her allies? Unlike Anurr, she doesn't seem to have history or fondness for them to at least explain it.
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-10-09 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jacob slides onto a seat next to the other man, glancing around but not being obvious about it. He wants a drink, as does Five, and as far as any of the other patrons need to know, that's it.

Of course, there might be one or two glances their way but nothing seems too aggressive. He's going to stay aware, just in case.]


If it's cognac, you're paying.
somebadnews: (78)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-10-09 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five gestures to get the bartenders attention and points to the bottle in question, then smiles tightly at the raised eyebrow he gets in return. ]

You heard me. Two glasses. [ Either Five's general reputation is known in these parts, or the bartender doesn't care enough to argue, because he only gives Jacob a long look and then sets down the glasses in front of them.

He glances to Jacob. Consider it a reward for giving him an easy excuse not to out Alir. ]


Unless you're sticking with beer.
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[personal profile] mustact 2023-10-09 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps. Do you imagine there are other options for us?"

This may not be their fight, but at the same time he doesn't want to simply leave it alone. If that is even an option, considering they seem to be encouraged to get involved.

To him, it seems Messalina may be the best option.
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[personal profile] mustact 2023-10-09 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His lips twitch just slightly, amused by the idea of trying to carry these big curtains out without bringing attention to themselves. Maybe it could work. ]

Our host may not be so pleased.
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[personal profile] nothinglikefather 2023-10-09 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're offering cognac, I'll drink it.

[ As it has a higher alcohol content than beer, and he wouldn't ever go anywhere that serves the stuff at home.

Of course, the order and the one ordering it is gaining a little more attention, not just from the barman, but Jacob isn't from a time with laws on legal drinking ages, so he sees nothing wrong in any of this. So hie simply returns the long look the barman bestows him until the man complies. ]


Not a friendly lot are they?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-10-09 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There wasn't much drinkable beer to be found in the apocalypse. Wine cellars were actually one of the few places to survive with any alcohol intact, and he has fond memories of dragging crates back to share with Dolores. Of course, he wasn't opposed to beer and he'd had plenty while he was out on missions with the Commission, but when given the choice.

Five is very familiar with the look the bartender gave Jacob. Generally, he's still able to drink without being chased out, but he has a keen sense for disapproval. He waits until they're served to answer. ]


I'm sure it has nothing to do with working for Messalina. [ He says it loudly enough to be overheard, and he waits until the reluctant man behind the counter looks over to continue. ] They know to be on their best behavior, don't you?
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