Sudden Guests n' Odd Plants

Archemides Fontaine walks into the yard. "Yo! Gramma! How ya doing today?"
Korah Nellemond blinks.
Korah Nellemond: Well enough.
Archemides Fontaine raises a brow at Korah, following her line of sight to whatever held her attention. "Yeah? See something, or ya going senile too?"
Korah Nellemond: Our guest is about.
Korah Nellemond doesn't look away from her staring point.
Archemides Fontaine doesn't show any reaction to the words, face still in its normal grin as he peered at the spot. "Oh?" He says quietly. "Should we go say hello?"
Archemides Fontaine: That's the polite thing to do.
Korah Nellemond shrugs. "Feel free."
Archemides Fontaine stays looking at the spot, stalk still. Then, just as the breeze picks up and blows a large wave of cherry blossoms across the two 'traders', the ninja vanishes into nothing. From the veil he sneaks over to the spot Korah had been looking, eyes narrowed to find the presence that had plagued his home for the past few suns. Hands wrap loosely around the ivory handles of his blades, ready to unsheathe them at  a moment's notice.
Korah Nellemond - The empty fenceline undergoes a sudden flurry of movement, as the invisible watcher jumps away, only footfalls in the flowered beds visible.
Archemides Fontaine gives chase from the shadows, springing at the spot where the faint indentations of a person's feet appear on the grass. Muscular legs jettison him into the air before he drops down on the location.  "Hey where ya going?!" he shouts, bodiless voice echoing through the yard. "Stick around for a while!"
Korah Nellemond - A feminine voice yelps, as Arch closes hands around something firm and fleshy. Two somethings, in fact. A foot rising to meet him.
Archemides Fontaine: "'Eep'?" Arch repeats with a quizzical expression on his face. Assassins don't 'eep'...and the feeling in his hands was something he was -definitely- acquainted with. "Wha-OOF!" His head cracks upwards from the heel slamming into his jaw. He grunts as his hands wrap around the invisible appendage and turn it about, pulling whoever it belonged to towards the ground. With the technique of a professional wrestler, he sits down where the body would be and pulls back on the leg while also sliding >>>
Archemides Fontaine <<< a knife to rest where their neck would be. "Oi, don't move. An' kick me again. See what happens," he mutters, body materializing from the shadows once more.
Korah Nellemond - The woman grunts, sighing heavily. A moment later, there is a very familiar 'poof' of smoke. Arch is suddenly holding the nearby training dummy, and the person he'd been holding leaps away over the fence. She left behind a curious memento, however. A trickle of blood coats the dagger in the man’s hand, along with a white scale balanced on the flat of the blade.
Korah Nellemond simply blinks, an eyebrow raised.
Archemides Fontaine stares at the dummy and is - ironically suitable for the situation - dumbfounded. He tosses the object to the side and stands up, looking at his dagger, Plucking the scale from the tip, he tosses it to Korah. "...That's an Au Ra ."
scale.”
Korah Nellemond blinks. "Looks like one. I've only met a few of those creatures.”
Archemides Fontaine turns and looks out after the interloper. He takes a deep breath.
Archemides Fontaine: "IF YA GOT BUSINESS WITH US YOU CAN USE THE FRONT ENTRANCE, YA KNOW?"
Korah Nellemond - With a whistle of displaced air, a thin, needle-like knife impacts the nearby garden lattice. A note is tied to the end of the handle.
Korah Nellemond blinks at the weapon. "It's for you, apparently."
Archemides Fontaine moves over to the note and scrutinizes it. Then, after a moment, he sheathes his dagger, pulls out the knife, and grasps the letter in his hand, giving it a once over. "Funny. Most've the folk that'd send it to me like this are dead."
Archemides Fontaine: Or at least they better be.
Korah Nellemond - The note is written in a fine, delicate hand. It isn't particularly long. Just three sentences. "Archemides Fontaine, The remnants of the Ul'dahn assassins guild you once were affiliated with are making a resurgence. If I could find you, so too, could they. Signed, A friend."
Archemides Fontaine reads the note out loud, taking a tad longer than most literate people would. He is silent for a long while, yet the concern on his face is palpable.
Archemides Fontaine: Well shit....
Korah Nellemond: Oh? What did it say?
Archemides Fontaine frowns and hands the note over to Korah. "Need to make yerself a hearing aid, maybe."
Korah Nellemond scowls, reading it over.
Korah Nellemond: This is serious, I take it?
Archemides Fontaine: Considering the way I was only ‘affiliated' with the assassin's guild was when I was gutting their members at night?
Korah Nellemond: Ah.
Archemides Fontaine casts his gaze across the fence. "...Yeah....Let's just say them and the Syndicate don't like me all that much."
Archemides Fontaine: Covered my tracks. That's what we do, but.....
Korah Nellemond: But?
Archemides Fontaine levels Korah with a harsh glance. One she likely hadn't seen all that often: a serious, cold expression, devoid of emotion. The cool, calculating exterior of a murderer. "No one just disappears."
Archemides Fontaine: There's always a way to track.
Korah Nellemond: Aye. What are you going to do about it, then?
Archemides Fontaine: .....Need to see some folks. Double check some things. May be gone for a few suns.
Archemides Fontaine: And find out who the hell this 'friend' is.
Korah Nellemond: I see..You think them an enemy of yours?
Archemides Fontaine: I sure as hell don't have 'allies' there. Kali's dead, her cult don't bother with me anymore, and my master's still jerkin' it to some raunchy block paintings in Sangolii no doubt.
Korah Nellemond: Why the warning, then?
Archemides Fontaine narrows his gaze further. No....it couldn't be him. It was an impossibility. Who? There were no survivors, he always checked. A thousand scenarios, none of them pleasant, surge through his mind so chaotically that he almost misses her question.
Archemides Fontaine: That's what I gotta find out...no deader worth their gil would send a letter saying 'watch yer back'.
Korah Nellemond hums. "I see..You don't know any of those odd lizard-people, either, I assume?
Archemides Fontaine: Only saw them on a trip to the outskirts of Doma once for a job. Other than that the only lizards I know are the scalies up in Coerthas, and they're more interested in bitin' than 'gobbin'.
Korah Nellemond: What was the job, out there?
Archemides Fontaine: Whadda ya think?
Archemides Fontaine taps a dagger.
Korah Nellemond: I gathered it was wetwork. I mean the target.
Archemides Fontaine looks down at the letter and folds it. "My master had two conditions when he taught me the arts. One was find him a sweet piece of ass....still haven't done that yet. Other was to hunt down his old posse. Band of brigands he ran with way back when."
Archemides Fontaine: Been all over the damn place, cleaning up his closet.
Korah Nellemond: Hmm..Perhaps this 'friend' of yours is connected to that job, somehow. That particular brigand in Doma, what was he doing, when you hunted him down?
Archemides Fontaine: He had just finished tucking in his son.
Archemides Fontaine: Was a dock worker.
Archemides Fontaine: Traded wool.
Korah Nellemond: That all? You sure?
Archemides Fontaine nods his head, before his instincts pick up and he turns to the new group. With a rapid sleight of hand, the note and knife he held disappear, and his grin comes back on his face. "Wellll....Mr. Nunh! And Girlie! Long time no see you two....ya didn't bring the aldgoat, did ya?"
S'khai Nunh: "Dinner ready yet?" The cat beamed broadly, seeming completely unapologetic for his interruption.
Korah Nellemond: ..You feeding strays again, Arch?
Archemides Fontaine: Apparently!
Archemides Fontaine: Did ya make a reservation? Otherwise the wait list may be pretty long.
Ama'drien Amaro: I was told there would be sweets.
S'khai Nunh: "If my foot up your ass counts as a reservation, then I'll make one right now."
Korah Nellemond snorts. "Arch has already had an intimate moment with both a ninja and a training dummy, today..I don't think there is any room left up there."
S'khai Nunh: "Don't try an' brag to a nunh 'bout your sexual exploits."
Archemides Fontaine smirks and looks down. "You sure you wanna kick that high in that dress? Your taint may show." Arch chuckles and motions to Korah. "Gramma, this is S'khai Nuhn and Amaro. You two? This is Korah, our engineer."
S'khai Nunh: "Whatever you've done, I've probably done it harder, better, and faster."
Ama'drien Amaro: Pleased to meet you, milady.
Archemides Fontaine: "Yeah, gotta give that hand a workout, right?"
Korah Nellemond: So you've given birth to three children harder, better and faster, then? Good to know. Aye, you too.
Archemides Fontaine grins.
S'khai Nunh: "I've sired twenty. That close enough?"
Archemides Fontaine: Should ya check him for stretching?
S'khai Nunh: "Arch, do you have anywhere I can put this robe? It's fuckin' blazing in this thing..."
Archemides Fontaine crosses his hands, doing his best to put on a frown. "Already tryin' to make yerself at home? With no 'hi nice to see you again!' gift, no less! And what makes ya think I'm gonna cook a free meal for you two?"
Korah Nellemond blinks, rather abruptly tilting her head, as another of those thin daggers sails past her ear and impales itself on the lattice once more. "Damn ninja's need a better postal system.."
Archemides Fontaine frowns and grabs the knife and letter. He hands it to Korah. 'What's that one say?"
Korah Nellemond reads it over, frowning. "It's an offer for a meeting..Huh."
Ama'drien Amaro glanced around suspiciously.
S'khai Nunh shifted to haul off the robe, draping the heavy mass of silk and fur over his arm. " 'Hi, nice to see you, where can I put my coat?' Better?"
Archemides Fontaine looks at the note. "A meeting? When?" he asks, while gesturing to the house for Khai. "Lobby floor, should be plenty o' seats. Even got the kitchen down there too. Just for you both. Imagine me foresight, yuh?"
Korah Nellemond reads over the note once again. "Two weeks from now, apparently. Out in the Shroud."
S'khai Nunh puffed out his cheeks. "Weren't you gonna cook for a woman, too?"
Archemides Fontaine: "I thought that was you?" Arch retorts out of the corner of his mouth. He takes the letter from Korah and inspects it with his own eyes, brow furrowing. "Naga's my sous chef. She'll be around in a while. Reckon she's still out hunting."
Archemides Fontaine: Guess I know what -I'm- doing in two weeks. Think I should wear the cologne, Korah?
Ama'drien Amaro: Hmm.
Korah Nellemond: Possibly, you did assault the woman’s chest, after all.
Korah Nellemond snickers.
Archemides Fontaine: Oi!
Archemides Fontaine: She was -invisible-!
Korah Nellemond: Which says something about your luck, I think.
Korah Nellemond: Or perhaps those hands have built in guidance.
Archemides Fontaine grumbles. "What kinda luck that is comes into question."
Archemides Fontaine: You'll hold down the fort while I'm gone, yeah?
Archemides Fontaine: Should be....just a few suns. To make sure those graves are still filled.
Archemides Fontaine looks down. "Or to dig a few more..."
Korah Nellemond: Don't I always?
Archemides Fontaine rests a hand on Korah's shoulder. "Aye. an'...could ya watch after Naga too while I'm out...just...'cause she finds trouble tons, is all."
Korah Nellemond: Aye..I'll do what I can.
Korah Nellemond: Best tend to your guests, aye?
Archemides Fontaine nods.  "Want anything? Reckon I'll have plenty of leftovers."
Archemides Fontaine: Can bring them to your room after.
Archemides Fontaine: Or hells, join us.
Korah Nellemond: I'd rather not, but thank you.
Archemides Fontaine nods again, leaning in to give Korah a strong hug. "...Thanks again." He walks into the house shortly afterwards. Far later in the night, a bowl of fresh miso soup of the Doman fashion, along with homemade crab sushi and tea, would be found at her doorstep, once all the other guests had left.
Archemides Fontaine: "Alllllright!"
Ama'drien Amaro: You have a fine house.
S'khai Nunh coughed, attempting to swallow the blush that had taken his cheeks.
Archemides Fontaine walks in and bows to the two. "Welcome to 'Fontaine's'! Where even a serf can live like the sultana, if just for the night!" He beams at Amaro. "You honor me with those words. Now, if you'd kindly follow me downstairs, I can get you started on some excellent drinks."
S'khai Nunh: "So what's for dinner, then?"
Archemides Fontaine: "Depends on what you're craving. One thing I keep stocked no matter what is our kitchen."
Archemides Fontaine: "You name it, I can cook it. But first! Drinks and appetizers."
Archemides Fontaine pulls out a seat and offers it to them.
Ama'drien Amaro: Don't mind if I do.
Ama'drien Amaro flopped into the seat quickly, before Khai could get it!
S'khai Nunh: "Y'know, for all that I stayed here, I never came down here..." The nunh looked around, cheeks finally paling as he peered about. "Then again, I mostly stayed in Ouleh's room..."
S'khai Nunh puffed, shifting to take the next seat over. That was -his- seat.
Ama'drien Amaro: Five star service.
Archemides Fontaine: "Tis an excellent place. Come down here from time to time for a quick nap." Arch grins again, giddy at the praise. "So, may I interest you in some drinks for the night? I'd recommend a soft wine for starters that'd best compliment your appetizers, and serve as a digestive to prepare the stomach for the main course."
Ama'drien Amaro positively beamed up at Archemides.  "Bring me whatever you find suitable.  I am certain it will be perfect."
Archemides Fontaine: And you, sir?
S'khai Nunh: "Rum. Strongest you've got."
S'khai Nunh was a man of simple, and terrible, tastes.
Archemides Fontaine: "As you wish," Arch bows again. he strides over to the bar and goes for the rack. He defly pulls out two bottles, a long golden wine and a rather round brown one. Grabbing a tumbler and glass each, he returns to the table. A quick flick of the wrist and a throwing knife pops the corks out of each.
Archemides Fontaine: "This is a Wineport chardonnay, aged five cycles and held within white oak barrels christened by the Holy See as a show of modest will towards Eorzea. And this...is Costa Del Sol rum, barreled alongside orange slices and a hint of tobacco leaves."
Ama'drien Amaro raised his brows.  This oughta be good.
Archemides Fontaine pours the alcohol into each glass, sliding them over to their respective patrons. "You'll find both carry a smooth taste that pairs with many a meal."
S'khai Nunh tapped the table before him. "So long as it's good, and Girly's happy."
Archemides Fontaine: "Give it a taste."
Ama'drien Amaro looked to Khai's drink, to Khai, and then back to the drink, before reaching out to swipe it up for himself.
S'khai Nunh frowned as his drink was stolen, and he damn near crawled across the table to swipe at the bard in return. "Hey! Hey, you have your own! That's mine!"
Ama'drien Amaro grinned wickedly, and downed that drink, keeping his eyes on Khai the entire time in defiance.
Archemides Fontaine: "Now that's what I like to see. Don' worry, I won't even charge for the second one," Arch chuckled as he refilled the rum tumbler.
S'khai Nunh swiped one last time at the bard, and when he failed, he instead reached to grab for the ever-precious hat. "Fuckin' bard, you don't touch a man's drink!" He continued to grumble as he held the hat well out of Ama'drien's reach.
Archemides Fontaine: "I -do- have to agree with that one."
Ama'drien Amaro gasped at Khai. "H-hey!  Give that back, you rotten scoundrel!"
Archemides Fontaine: "Drinks are serious business," he says completely  deadpan.
Ama'drien Amaro pouted, and begrudgingly slid the drink back over across to Khai.
S'khai Nunh: "I'm glad you agree, Arch."
S'khai Nunh: "The one fuckin' came and hid a bunch of fancy rum on me."
Ama'drien Amaro: Had to make sure you wouldn't drink it all in one go.
S'khai Nunh , very maturely, stuck out his tongue.
Archemides Fontaine: Now where'd the fun in that be? C'mon, let him wrack up that bill a lil' bit.
S'khai Nunh scooped up the fresh glass of rum and, without a moment's thought, tossed it down his throat. And oh, he did taste it, brief as it was, and damn well enjoyed the damn thing too. Enough the drop the tumble, gently, down before the cook once more. "Speakin' o' bills, D'you ever get that gil?"
Ama'drien Amaro looked to Arch and smiled pleasantly.  "This was very fine liquor, not so easily come by."
Archemides Fontaine nodded. "Aye. Thanks for that bud. Helped out a bit too." Arch turns and bows to Amaro. "Thank ya kindly! Like to think I have a tongue for these kinda things. So, what may this one serve you gentlemen tonight to sate the hunger and caress the taste buds?"
Archemides Fontaine: "Ah! And there's my sous chef now!" Arch beckons Naga over to the table. A large stove, complete with a dark red curtain that obscures half of it from view, sits in the corner along with all the ingredients and utensils one would need for a restaurant.
Archemides Fontaine: Hunt treat ya good?
Q'nagali Yehn: Not really.  Slim pickings today -- jes' some slow'n weak ones, really.
Q'nagali Yehn looks over at the guests at the table.
Archemides Fontaine: Good. You'll need your strength for Coerthas.
Q'nagali Yehn: Wot's goin' on?
Archemides Fontaine waves his hand over to the two other men. "Khai and Amaro here came over for a dinner date. Figure, seein' as how we're chefs and all, we'd prepare a nice 'dine by candlelight' for the two."
Archemides Fontaine smiles. "Could use a hand in the kitchen."
Q'nagali Yehn: I ain't dressed t'cook.  -- An' anyroad, y'prolly don't want my help, really...I mean, do you?
S'khai Nunh: "S'not a date." the cat grunted idly as he reached to snatch the bottle of rum from Arch's hand and pour himself another.
Q'nagali Yehn: Not a date?
Archemides Fontaine winks. "You in an apron n' nothing else? My dream come true....though for tonight, I'll settle for if ya wear the poofy hat." Arch walks over to the stove and flings said hat over to Naga. "Now c'mon!"
Q'nagali Yehn hops down from the stairs.
Q'nagali Yehn: How y'been, S'khai?
Q'nagali Yehn: Still showin' yer tribe what for?
S'khai Nunh: "Still full o'bloody women, an' twenty-fuckin'-kits grabbin' at m'ankles every damn time I stop by."
S'khai Nunh: "Same as always, I s'pose."
Archemides Fontaine looks over to Amara. "So what are ya having tonight, Girly? Got any specific preferences for foods?"
S'khai Nunh gestured idly to Ama'drien, whose extravagant hat currently rest opposite the nunh, and well out of reach. "S' Girlie."
S'khai Nunh: "I owe 'im."
Q'nagali Yehn: Oi, Girlie.  You gonna bear a litter for'm too?
Archemides Fontaine looks down at Girlie's crotch and tilts his head. "That...might be a bit hard to do."
Q'nagali Yehn: Y'never know till y'try.
S'khai Nunh: "I ain't onna fuckin' try, thanks."
Q'nagali Yehn: Figgered you'd up'n split, nunh.
Ama'drien Amaro: ...
Archemides Fontaine looks down at his junk, trying to imagine anything solid coming out of there. A rather morbid image of a blitzball being shot out sends a violent shiver up his spine.
S'khai Nunh: "Work here was done. Got another job. Doin' shit at the Bloodsands now."
S'khai Nunh: "Y'okay Girlie?"
Archemides Fontaine twitches a brow at the name. "Bloodsands, eh?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Mm.  I figgered you bailed when th'blunt stopped rollin' in.  Like so many others, truth.
Q'nagali Yehn: So what can I do t'help?
Ama'drien Amaro rubbed his forehead.  "I need more alcohol."
Archemides Fontaine takes the wine bottle and sets it in front of Ama. "May I recommend a grilled dodo dish tonight, served in a green sauce and accompanied by freshly sauteed shrimps?"
S'khai Nunh lowered his head, his voice, even scooched a little closer. And in a whisper, a near hiss, he addressed the bard. "What're you all upset 'bout?"
Archemides Fontaine: "You know how to start the stove yeah? Warm that up while I take the orders." Arch plops the hat on Naga's head.
Q'nagali Yehn: T'me?  Or t'them?
Q'nagali Yehn: Yuh, will do.
Ama'drien Amaro: That sounds great.
Q'nagali Yehn starts adjusting the temperature knobs.
S'khai Nunh: "So long as it's food. I trust you."
Ama'drien Amaro: Gotta feed him so he doesn't eat my hat.
Archemides Fontaine bows again to the two. "As you wish then. Please give me a moment while we prepare everything."
Ama'drien Amaro: Sassafras takes after him, you know.
Archemides Fontaine: I saw the family resemblance.
Ama'drien Amaro flashed Khai a wide grin.
S'khai Nunh grumbled quietly below his breath the most vulgar string of curses....
Archemides Fontaine moves over to the stove and shuts the curtain behind them. "Alright! Grilled dodo. This oughta be pretty easy. Ready, chef?"
Q'nagali Yehn: That's funny, you callin' -me- that.
Q'nagali Yehn closes the oven door.
Archemides Fontaine grins. "Yer wearing the hat. Now! For this particular dish, we'll need the broccoli, celery, some lemon, all the spices, and the breasts of course." Arch moves and opens up one of the side cupboards, pulling out the utensils they'll need and handing a knife to Naga. "You chop up the veggies real fine-like. While I deal with the breasts and shrimp."
Q'nagali Yehn: So, y'take th' (perfectly good) dodo, an' run a glaze over it, an' then nuke it t'the Seven Hells in this inferno y'use to ruin food.
Q'nagali Yehn: Close enough?
Archemides Fontaine: Close! Ya take the glaze, nuke the dodo, then put the juices on it.
Q'nagali Yehn: ...Oh.
Q'nagali Yehn: Well, whatever.
Q'nagali Yehn stares at the oven.
Q'nagali Yehn: ...is it hot enough yet?
S'khai Nunh: "You... sure that's your... chef, Arch?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Oh, shut yer gob, Chief.  We got this under control.
Archemides Fontaine reaches up, procuring a pan and setting it on the stove. "Aye!" he shouts through the curtain. "You just watch, this meal will knock your socks off!"
Q'nagali Yehn sticks her hand in the oven, testing the air for hotness.
Archemides Fontaine: Naga, get the veggies-
S'khai Nunh brought, again, the rum to his lips, and this time, he actually sipped the drink and seemed to savor it. "I don't wear socks, so that's an unfair fight."
Archemides Fontaine eeps and quickly grabs her hand away.
Archemides Fontaine: It's hot! It's hot! Trust me. It's hot.
Q'nagali Yehn steps back, annoyed.
★Q'nagali Yehn: Well -fine.-  Veggies.  That's jes' cutting, ain't it?
★Q'nagali Yehn: Cutting, I can do.
Archemides Fontaine: Aye. Dice the fuck out of them.
★Q'nagali Yehn: These carrots won' know what hit'm.
Ama'drien Amaro: Entertaining, no?
S'khai Nunh shifted to prod the bard with one foot. "Y'alright, Mar'sae?"
Ama'drien Amaro smiles.  "Just a little tired is all, dear."
Q'nagali Yehn pulls out a big honkin' kitchen knife.
Archemides Fontaine sets about pouring a sizable amount of olive oil into the pan. His back is turned to Naga. "Oh! Can you mince me up some garlic as well?" Ahhhh ignorance is bliss.
Archemides Fontaine: Gonna add that to the olive oil to give it some kick.
S'khai Nunh rolled his head back idly, beaming; truth told, he'd been quite focused on the Keeper. "Wonderful. Most entertaining thing I've seen yet."
Q'nagali Yehn: Yuh, okay.
Q'nagali Yehn starts chop-chop-chopping away.
Ama'drien Amaro wrinkled his nose a moment, and smirked.  "Thank you for inviting me."
Ama'drien Amaro: You've got some interesting friends.. dare I ask what you did to procure this dinner for us tonight.
Q'nagali Yehn: Oi, Mason.
Archemides Fontaine moves over to the chicken breasts with two shakers in hand, seasoning the pink flesh with salt and pepper. Then, he adds some paprika from the rack and begins to rub them in by hand into the meat. "Aye Naga?"
S'khai Nunh nodded, gently. "So long as you're okay. We'll head home after this." And with that, he reached over to ruffle the bard's hair. "Maybe see if Arch can pack a bag up for Sassafras." Gods, it was almost... cute. Though the nunh spoke in lowered tones, perhaps not as quiet as he'd hoped.
Q'nagali Yehn: This'n fell on the ground.  I blowed on it, though, an' spit's clean, yuh?
Archemides Fontaine: Uhhhhh....save that one later for me and get a new one.
Archemides Fontaine keeps his head LOCKED on the chicken breasts.
Archemides Fontaine reaches a hand back to Naga without looking. "Minced garlic."
S'khai Nunh cringed. "I used to work with Arch." He sniffed, idly. "Q'nagali? I..." never really liked. "She's here."
Q'nagali Yehn shrugs, muttering something about wasted food, and strips another carrot clean of its peel.
Archemides Fontaine: Garlic garlic.
Q'nagali Yehn: She sure's shite is, S'khai.
Ama'drien Amaro blushed slightly at the hair ruffle.  "That's good."
Q'nagali Yehn: So how's th'new gig?  Better views, or jes' more blunt?
Ama'drien Amaro: I'd hate to have to start my near-nude performing early in order to pay the bill for this meal.
Archemides Fontaine turns and grabs the garlic from the table and gives it a quick look over. He tosses it up into the air, knife swinging about rapidly, and the papery layer is gone from it, the delicious innards falling into pieces on the pan. "Near-nude performing? You a dancer?" Arch asks over his shoulder.
S'khai Nunh furrowed his brows to the bard's comment, though he made no  /loud/ comment. His a hiss dipped low enough that barely even he could hear. "No tia'a my tibe's doin' that shite." And then to Naga, he piped back, broadly, loudly, projecting, as though to insist it'd been a harmless whisper. "Good gil. 'ppenticeship with Ouleh was over, so I moved on. The whole bashin' people's faces in thing suits me better'n weavin'."
Ama'drien Amaro glanced to the curtain.  "A new business idea."
Q'nagali Yehn: Oh?  Yer a "dancer," now?
Archemides Fontaine tosses the meats on the pan and lets them sizzle, occasionally turning them over or pouring out the excess fats into a smaller bowl whenever it accumulated. With a gruff nod, he turns to look over Naga's work. "Got all the veggies ready?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Mm?
Q'nagali Yehn grunts.
Q'nagali Yehn: I'unno, you tell me.  I hate rabbit-food.
S'khai Nunh: "Y'gotta be so damn showy, Arch? Y'know damn well I ain't any good at healin,'" he lied.
Q'nagali Yehn points at her cutting board.  The carrots are minced and so is the garlic; she's also cut up other things that I'm too lazy to type out.
Ama'drien Amaro lightly sipped at his drink.


Archemides Fontaine: "Yeah, and I'm a poet in the part time," he hollers through the curtain before looking back down at the veggies. "Very nice!" He beams, taking the small cut pieces and putting them in a bowl. He stirs them all about, making them into a finer paste that he leaves on the stove to warm. After a while, he sticks a finger in and takes a taste... "Hmm....needs something."
Archemides Fontaine: But what....
S'khai Nunh: "I got somethin' salty you can put in it, Arch..."
Q'nagali Yehn: Ugh.  Fucking males.
Q'nagali Yehn groans.
S'khai Nunh threw back the contents of his glass as though to hide the lewd smirk that ad overtaken his lips.
Archemides Fontaine lets his hands finger over the rack of ingredients, until at last he finds a large parcel filled with greens. "Huh...this is from the Saucer. N..Nepata...."
Archemides Fontaine: "Well let's give it a shot," Arch tosses the bag over to Naga. "Cut these up and mix 'em into the glaze too Naga. I'm turning the breasts over."
Ama'drien Amaro smirked at Khai.  "Rotten."
Q'nagali Yehn: What drove y'back here, anyroad?  N'ouleh popped out a moon ago's well.
Q'nagali Yehn sniffs the bag.
Q'nagali Yehn: This, uh -- I think I 'member this.
Archemides Fontaine has just finished cooking the breasts, letting them simmer on the pan. "Yeah?" He asks without looking up, already stirring the green sauce around. "You actually find a green you'll try?"
Archemides Fontaine: Gotta sautee the shrimp now.
S'khai Nunh beamed at Ama'drien with that shit-eating grin. "That's not what you called it the other night." And again, the rum was refilled. "Ouleh's been out in the woods. I've seen 'im once or twice, but there ain't nothin' I can do for his lessons until his hands are healed. Came back here 'cause I owed Girlie a dinner."
Q'nagali Yehn: No!  ...No, I mean -- I mean I -- I mean I jes' -- I remember it's all.  From that trip we did an allat.  Pssh.  Me, eating this shite.
Q'nagali Yehn: You gotta be daft.
Archemides Fontaine casts a smirk over to her, busy sauteeing the shrimp on a brand new pan with warm butter. "I am."
Q'nagali Yehn scatters the greens across the cutting board, staring at them.  She tilts her head, as if doing so would change her perception of them.
Q'nagali Yehn: ...huh.
S'khai Nunh: "Sounds like you're puttin' fuckin' Somnus in that shit...," At which point, S'khai leaned across the table. "Load 'er up."
Archemides Fontaine: "Matches yer pants though. The greens." He said, eyes moving downwards.
Q'nagali Yehn: ...uh huh.
Q'nagali Yehn just stares.  Her nose twitches.
Ama'drien Amaro rubs his forehead and blushes.
Archemides Fontaine finishes sauteeing the shrimp, loading them onto two of the empty plates beside him next to the chicken breasts. "Oi! Naga!" He says, slapping her behind while moving to the sauce. "Hurry up with that, yeah? Wanna get that in this mix."
Q'nagali Yehn: Nnnwha?
S'khai Nunh: "Speakin' o' somnus, y'aven't touched m'stash, 'ave ya, Ama'drien?"
Archemides Fontaine: The nepata greeny stuff. Cut it up and put it in the sauce.
Q'nagali Yehn wrenches her eyes away, with considerable effort.
Q'nagali Yehn: Cut it up.  Right.
Q'nagali Yehn looks back at the tray.
Archemides Fontaine looks down at the greens, then back up to her. Then again to the greens. AGAIN back up to her. "You can try a leaf or two if ya want. It ain't gonna bite."
Archemides Fontaine: Plus it's good for ya! Good nutrients  I wager.
Q'nagali Yehn: Smells like...humming.
Ama'drien Amaro: Stash is safe, dear.
Q'nagali Yehn sniffs the air.
Archemides Fontaine: 'Humming'?
Q'nagali Yehn: Hmmmmmmmm.
Ama'drien Amaro raised a brow, glancing towards the curtain where the chefs were cooking..
S'khai Nunh twitched his nose idly, head cocking to the side. "That ain't somnus. You sure that shit's a herb, an' not a 'erb?"
Archemides Fontaine: "Hmmmm?" His brow raised even further. "Ya...alright there, Naga?"
Q'nagali Yehn: ...Yeah!  Yeah, 'm fine!  Yeah!
Q'nagali Yehn: Cutting.  Uh huh.
Archemides Fontaine: "The cooks had it in the kitchen over at the Saucer! I got a lot of fine ingredients from that lot! Good folk!"
Q'nagali Yehn sets her knife against the leaves, slicing them apart.  The odor intensifies, and her eyes go wide.
Q'nagali Yehn: ...By th'Twelve...
Ama'drien Amaro: ..I'm starved.
Archemides Fontaine mumbles. "Just never had it myself before..." He snaps one of the leafs off and puts it in his mouth, chewing slowly. His face is thoughtful, carefully analyzing the taste. "Hmm...yeah. Would make a fine tea, I bet."
Archemides Fontaine: Maybe I can use this for the morning mealtime....
Q'nagali Yehn suddenly starts chopping furiously.  Little bits of greenery go flying, but she doesn't seem to notice.
Q'nagali Yehn: Must chop it!
Q'nagali Yehn: Chop chop chop.
Archemides Fontaine: Uh Naga!
Archemides Fontaine: Naga.
Q'nagali Yehn: WHAT?!
Archemides Fontaine jumps back at the screech. "Uh.....Yer chopping into the woodblock."
Q'nagali Yehn throws daggers from her eyes, straight at the bridge of Arch's nose.
S'khai Nunh: "Smells familiar.... I wonder wh-" there it was. That smell was... Reminded him of home was it? "S'from Than." he grunted, shifting back to undo his hair from the loose knot at his neck. His eyes fluttered closed, and ah, he looked so content.
Archemides Fontaine tries to reach for the cut greens before they become dust in the wind. He frowns. "The fuck's wrong with ya?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Nothing!  Chopping!  Chop chop.
Archemides Fontaine: Yes yes I can see that!
Archemides Fontaine: I need you to stop the chopping.
Q'nagali Yehn returns to the already thoroughly-minced greens.
Q'nagali Yehn: Why?
S'khai Nunh: "'mells like shit m'father used t'smoke," the nunh commended idly, running his hands through the thick mass of white.
Archemides Fontaine inches is hand closer. "Because, -dear-. We need to put it in with the rest of the sauce. This must be done carefully. Clearly the stress of the kitchen had gotten to the poor cat. It was something he'd seen many a time during lunch hour at the Bismark. That was it....right?
Q'nagali Yehn: Mine.
Q'nagali Yehn stares at the green mess she's created.
Archemides Fontaine: ...wut.
Q'nagali Yehn: Shove off.  Mine.
Ama'drien Amaro: ..I'm really starved.
Ama'drien Amaro twitched an ear, and lightly bit his bottom lip.
S'khai Nunh beamed, scooching just that little bit closer to the bard. "Drink more. It'll hel y'relax."
Archemides Fontaine: "....The fuck you mean 'mine'?" Arch's eyebrow twitches. He heard Amaro's words - THAT was the sign of bad service. And that would not happen as long as he drew breath. He grabs a handful of the greens, not all, but some, and tosses them into the sauce pan. He begins to stir quickly. "Quick, give me the rest."
Q'nagali Yehn turns and claws at his face, a vicious swipe of her (thankfully otherwise unarmed) free hand.  "No!"
Archemides Fontaine: "YEOW!"
Ama'drien Amaro nodded to Khai and slowly sipped at his drink a bit more.  "My stomach is growling at how delicious whatever they're cooking smells."
S'khai Nunh || And his eyes opened to slits, peering, staring. "Mn," he grunted, not even bothering to lower his voice any more. The kitchen was some long-distant vision. "So what was that 'bout eatin' me t'tonight? That offer still onn th'table?"
Ama'drien Amaro: Mmhmm.
Archemides Fontaine gets clawed right across the face. "Minfillia's mammaries! What the hell?!" he shouts at her. Miraculously, he keeps on stirring the sauce, hand instinctively reaching out for the rest of the nip.
S'khai Nunh: "Mn. Good. "
Q'nagali Yehn takes a protective step backward, shielding the cutting board from his grabby hands, oblivious to the damage she's caused.  She brandishes her knife, which -- still has leaf-bits on it...
Ama'drien Amaro glanced towards the curtain.
Archemides Fontaine narrows his eyes. A challenge? In his kitchen? PREPOSTEROUS. At last he stops his stirring and glares down at her. "Alright..." he mutters. "Either I said something bad, or ya just hit your moon cycle. I get it. But we got -customers- waitin' for food, and we need." he jerks to the side, trying to get at the greens while a hand shoots out to grab at her dagger. "That. Green!"
S'khai Nunh followed the bard's gaze. And the chaos that took place seemed distant and unreal. And yet still he rose and tugged, drunkenly, on Ama'drien's sleeve. "Let's go help, hon." D'aw. How sweet.
Q'nagali Yehn 's hand is grabbed, but with strength borne of desperation, she manages to wrench the knife closer and closer to...her own face.  She sticks out her sandpaper tongue as it nears, closer, and finally -- she manages to drag her tongue all the way down the flat of the blade, lapping up stuck catnip bits in the process.
Q'nagali Yehn: Thal's...balls...
Ama'drien Amaro: Sounds a little dangerous..
Q'nagali Yehn blinks.  And blinks and blinks and blinks.
Archemides Fontaine: "...OOooooookay." Arch gapes at the action. "That's.....that's dangerous."
Archemides Fontaine: "Naga." Arch repeats, hand still grabbing some of the greens and tossing them into the pot. "You...put down the knife now...yeah?"
Archemides Fontaine: "You okay?"
S'khai Nunh had to think, slowly, laggardly, what it was he was about to say, and after a moment of just /feeling/ Ama'drien's top, he moved, instead, to toward the kitchen to peer beneath the curtain. "Y'know what this is?" His eyes were dialated, half-lidded yet large as saucers.
Q'nagali Yehn drops the knife.  It clatters dangerously to the ground, but she doesn't seem to notice or care.
Archemides Fontaine reaches for some more of the greens. "I mean...if ya really wanna taste, just take it yeah?" he extends the catnip filled hand forward to her, while his other hand takes the pot and pours the contents onto the dinner plates. Always multitasking like a chef should.
Archemides Fontaine looks down at the fallen knife. "That's also dangerous."
Q'nagali Yehn || Suddenly she whirls to the cutting board and grabs at the remaining vestigal bits that Arch failed to take from her.  She shovels the bits into her mouth, not listening to a single word he's saying.
Archemides Fontaine: Uh...R-right! You must r-really like that shit!
Q'nagali Yehn || Saliva runs down her cheek, mixed with little twiggy bits that missed her mouth.
Q'nagali Yehn: I feel it!  I feel th'aether, I feel...I feel the sun...I feel the aether.
Archemides Fontaine chuckles nervously and takes a step back. "Uh...you enjoy that! Great job! I'ma gonna take this meal to them and be right backtohelpcleanupkaythanks!" Arch grabs the plates.
Q'nagali Yehn: I feel it.
Archemides Fontaine opens the curtain and almost bumps into Khai.
Q'nagali Yehn giggles stupidly.
Archemides Fontaine: RIGHT!
Archemides Fontaine: Uh.
Q'nagali Yehn: Oi.  Mason.
S'khai Nunh: "Give. Now. You have hungry cats."
Q'nagali Yehn tugs on his boot with surprising strength.
Q'nagali Yehn: Oi. Oi.
Archemides Fontaine hands a plate to Khai and tries to steer him as faaaar away from the kitchen as possible. "Uh here's the meal! Hope you enjoy it!" Arch suddenly looks down at the cat tugging at his boot.
Archemides Fontaine: 'Uh! Take both plates Khai!"
Archemides Fontaine hands both plates to Khai. "Enjoy!'
Archemides Fontaine bends down beneath the counter and whispers. "What?"
Q'nagali Yehn 's eyes shine with burning intensity.
Q'nagali Yehn: Let's make a litter.
Archemides Fontaine: WHAT?!
Q'nagali Yehn flings herself at him claws-first.
S'khai Nunh accepted both, and with a look of utter disbelief, he stared. What... This was suddenly a confusion scenario, and he stood motionless, trying desperately to understand what the next step was.
Archemides Fontaine gets fucking tackled like Tom Brady.
Archemides Fontaine: Dagubahguah!
Q'nagali Yehn pins his hands to the ground, licking at the bloody wounds on his face.
Q'nagali Yehn: Ain't I dimber?
Q'nagali Yehn almost snarls it out through gritted teeth.
S'khai Nunh grunted. "Twelve, Naga," no formality whatsoever, "Y'cn do better'n a fuckin' hyur. Y'got a nunh here." And yet he turned and stalked back to the table instead. One plate before Ama'drien, the other at his own seat which was... suddenly scooted very close to the bard's. Like... right up against....
Ama'drien Amaro looked to Khai.
Archemides Fontaine: "O-ooo-kay! OKAY!" He shouts, face beat red from more than just the blood from the cuts. "I-I-I know I said stuff 'bout the apron n' shit, but I din' - there r' guy - yer very dimber - did you say litter?!"
Q'nagali Yehn: Uh huuuuuuh.
Archemides Fontaine: "I-I mean this ain't exactly -unwelcome-, but...right here?" Arch looked down from the curtain. "Right now?"
S'khai Nunh: "Don' make a litter with a fuckin' hyur. Y'better'n'at!"
Archemides Fontaine: NOW IS NOT THE TIME, ASSHOLE!
Q'nagali Yehn manages to get her pelvis up against his thigh.  She starts to rub herself against him.  Her eyes shine, but there's a vacancy to them; she's also drooling on his face.
Ama'drien Amaro looked to his plate, eyes fluttering shut as though he had just cough the vapors.  He promptly stood, climbed onto the table, and proceeded to lay down on said plate.  Yep.  Just laid there on his dish.
Q'nagali Yehn: I could make you a strooooooong litter.
Q'nagali Yehn: Eight or nine, even.
S'khai Nunh: "Don' care. Keep yer mitts t'yer own."
S'khai Nunh watched. And somehow, was content with this. Though he, himself, began simply... dipping his fingers into the sauce and scooping it into his mouth. Gods. It felt amazing. It tasted amazing.
Archemides Fontaine gasps at the feeling and his hands wrap around her waist. A rather primal instinct makes itself known in the form of a growl...which he promptly swallows. "Yeah! Yeah! You're real strong. We'd have great kids! Tons!"
Archemides Fontaine glares down at his lower half. "Down boy," he hisses quickly.
Archemides Fontaine: "But, didn't ya wanna talk to Lacey bout stuff, yeah?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Talk t'...
Ama'drien Amaro:  This is good.
Q'nagali Yehn || The thought barely registers.  Her drug-addled brain brushes it aside as a worry for another time.
Ama'drien Amaro: I like this.
Q'nagali Yehn: I wanna make kittens.
Archemides Fontaine: We...we will.
Q'nagali Yehn: Yer gonna give me kittens.
Q'nagali Yehn claws at his belt.
Archemides Fontaine goes crimson. "A-a-aye. But...right no-"!
S'khai Nunh reached out, after a moment of feeding himself, and delved his hands into the bard's hair. Well, it was all gone top shit anyway, and the cat hardly cared by this point. He fisted the mass of black, leaned forward, and forced a handful into his mouth. Gods above, it had always smelled so good, felt so good... and it tasted amazing as well. Hunh.
Archemides Fontaine: "THE GUESTS!" Arch shoots up.
Q'nagali Yehn: Mmm...they can watch if y'want...
Archemides Fontaine: "Gotta tend to the guests first, then kittens! We're a business!
Archemides Fontaine: ....
Archemides Fontaine mutters to himself.  "Deep breaths...deeeeep breaths..."
Q'nagali Yehn gets knocked backward, bodily, into the wall.  She shakes her head, as if doing so will remove the fog; but it settles back in quickly.
Q'nagali Yehn: I'm hot.
Q'nagali Yehn: Soooo hot.
Archemides Fontaine: You have -no-. Idea.
Q'nagali Yehn: Mmm...nunh...
S'khai Nunh tugged, a little harder, in an effort to bring Ama'drien closer. "Mar. Mar. Hey, Mar."
Archemides Fontaine attempts to walk properly and pokes his head out from the curtain. "How's the meal guuuuuuys?"
Q'nagali Yehn stumbles a little past the curtain.  Her eyes settle on S'khai, and she tries to compose rational thought.
S'khai Nunh: "'ey. You need a nunh over there?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Yer a nunh...
Q'nagali Yehn: Give me kittens.
Archemides Fontaine blinks. "Oh fuck the hell no." He marches right on over, tightness in his pants be damned.
Q'nagali Yehn leans in to try to lick his lips.
Archemides Fontaine grabs Naga by the shoulder and outright forces his lips onto hers.
Q'nagali Yehn chews on Arch's lower lip, speaking as she does so.  It'd be pretty painful.
Q'nagali Yehn: Why...ain't...we ruttin'...
Ama'drien Amaro is curled up on the table, on his plate, with I guess half his hair in Khai's mouth.
S'khai Nunh stared up spitting the mouthful of Ama'drien's hair from his mouth. And deftly he stood, undid his belt, and dropped trou quite unceremoniously. Yep. That's right. His little tia all hangin' out.
Archemides Fontaine kicks Khai in the tia from where he is.
Archemides Fontaine: We will be.
Archemides Fontaine: Whole night. Yer gonna have so many kittens we'll need t' buy a mansion.
Q'nagali Yehn: Mmm.


S'khai Nunh had no clarity in that. Nope, not an ounce. And the damn cat crumpled for a moment, buckled over. Cursed. Fuck, that....
Archemides Fontaine: I'm yer nunh. Yuh?
Q'nagali Yehn grabs at Arch's shirt, trying clumsily to tear it off.  She succeeds in slashing up his chest in the process.
S'khai Nunh: "Y'ain't no fuckin' nunh!"
Lacey Orwell | The sound of footsteps can be heard as Lacey enters, making her way downstairs as she hears voices. She pauses at the bottom, observing the scene in front of her.
Archemides Fontaine mumbles the best he can through his chomped lip, shirt falling to the side. He strategically pulls Naga back, until his back hits the wall. His eyes quickly dart over to Lacey and send a silent message. "HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLP."
S'khai Nunh reached out to snatch at Naga's hair and tug her back. "YU'too good for a fuckin' hyur!"
Q'nagali Yehn: Yer bweeeeeeeeding.
Q'nagali Yehn still has Arch's lower lip in her mouth.
Lacey Orwell raises an eyebrow and folds her arms, continuing to observe silently, offering no help to the man.
Q'nagali Yehn gets her hair tugged; Arch's face comes along for the ride.
Ama'drien Amaro looked to Lacey, and then to the commotion, from his lovely warm place curled up in his plate on the table.
Q'nagali Yehn yowls and lets him go.  She turns and -- throws an elbow into S'khai's face.
S'khai Nunh is, for Lacey's note, completely nude from the waist down. And proportionate, with notable girth should it matter. :v
Archemides Fontaine: "S'my turn on." Arch keeps shooting glances between Naga and Lacey. Then he gets dragged by his lip over and away. "OWOWOWOWOWWO!"
Lacey Orwell finally speaks. "Causing trouble again I see Archie?"
S'khai Nunh stumbled back with a grunt, glaring at Naga with wide, sightless eyes. Ah, fuck. There went his glasses...
Archemides Fontaine: "Can-talk-need-help"Arch mumbles and gesticulates wildy with his hands. "Khai. pants. Greens. Madness! Naga want kittens! What do!?"
S'khai Nunh: "No fuckin' seeker's gonna get with a damn Hyur. Arch's great an' all, but y'better'n'at, an'at's sayin' somethin'
Q'nagali Yehn 's eyes travel downward to S'khai's package.
Q'nagali Yehn: Make kittens?
S'khai Nunh: "Litters. Whole trrrribe."
Lacey Orwell frowns at this and then sighs, making her way over to the table with the bottle of wine. She plops down on the chair, proceeding to take the bottle of wine and pop the lid off, taking a long sip.
Q'nagali Yehn: Good 'nough fer me.
Archemides Fontaine: WHAT?!
Q'nagali Yehn turns to the table, bends over, and presents her (still thankfully-clothed) butt.
S'khai Nunh will note that, by this point, the Lominsan accent has long since dropped from his voice.
Q'nagali Yehn: Go in rough, yuh?
Archemides Fontaine pulls Naga back up! "RIGHT! Uh Naga! Why don't ya go with Lacey for a bit, yeah?" he pushes the loopy ass cat over to Lacey and gives the hyur a pleading look.
S'khai Nunh couldn't see for shit, but he could smell, and hear, and feel. And with a shoulder shoved to knock Arch out of the way, the nunh was on a damn mission, and that mission was Naga's ass.
Ama'drien Amaro: .. Oh dear.
Q'nagali Yehn gets pushed.  She falls over the nearest chair and lands winded on the ground.
Ama'drien Amaro finally got up off his plate.
Archemides Fontaine grips his hands around Khai's throat before he can even get near.
Lacey Orwell lowers the bottle of wine from her lips, confused for a moment before she quickly catches on.
Whispers lowly to S'khai Nunh, so that only he could hear: "I'll kill you. Simple as that." There is a flat monotone to his voice. Cold. Devoid of emotion. The voice of a killer.
Q'nagali Yehn: Laceeyyyyyyy.
Ama'drien Amaro: Listen here lady.  You stick yer ass out one more time an' I'll cut it off.
Ama'drien Amaro: And you.  You.
Q'nagali Yehn: Get me more saaaaaaaaalad.
Ama'drien Amaro: Put your damn pants on.
Q'nagali Yehn pants, cheeks flushed.  Spittle drips from her chin, as does some of Arch's blood.
Ama'drien Amaro , content with having thrown down the law, promptly climbs back onto the table and curls up on his warm plate.
Lacey Orwell walks over to Naga and stares down at her, focusing on the miqo'te and ignoring the chaos around her. "Hmmm...no". With that she takes a seat next to the miqo'te. She observes the blood but doesn't comment.
S'khai Nunh rose a knee to push against Arch's chest. "Like fuckin' hell you will. Y'got plenty'a hyur t'fuck; don' go stealin' women. We're short-stocked enough as it is."  But Ama'drien's voice brought /something/ in him back.. Enough to pin his ears and thrash his tail at least.
Q'nagali Yehn: I like yer boobs.
Q'nagali Yehn stares at Lacey's assets.
Lacey Orwell looks down at her B cup chest and then back at Naga. "Thanks? Not much there to see".
Archemides Fontaine keeps his hand on Khai's jugular, eyes burrowed into his. "Ain't about race, -friend-." Then his entire facade is destroyed BRUTALLY by that the talkings of the female folk. "Say wha now?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Me neither, but I don' caaaaare.
Q'nagali Yehn reaches back behind the nape of her top, trying clumsily to unfasten it.
Q'nagali Yehn: I feel the aether, Lacey, it's....all around.  All around.
Lacey Orwell gives a shake of her head, reaching over to attempt to stop Naga. "That's nice dear".
S'khai Nunh continued to grin, though what scant colour there was was fading from his face quickly. "S'all 'bout... race..." He grunted. "Put me down."
Q'nagali Yehn mistakes Lacey's action as an attempt to help her undress, instead.  She slides along that arm and attempts to plant a kiss on the hyur's lips.
Archemides Fontaine can't determine who to stare at; the 'nunh' he currently had locked between his fingers, the two women sitting on the floor, or the other cat watching everything with a scrutinizing eye. The sight of Naga leaning in wins, and he tilts his head to the side. "Uh...WATER!"
Archemides Fontaine: "Everyone gets water."
Lacey Orwell jerks her head back, her usual calm demeanor shattered as Naga attempts to kiss her.   "Ermm....", she stands, rushing over to the kitchen to get some water.
Archemides Fontaine: "Lots of water."
Archemides Fontaine: "Mudras full of water."
S'khai Nunh: "The fuck's a mudrrra?"
Archemides Fontaine: -Oceans-.
Lacey Orwell can be heard muttering as she walks past Arch and Khai, "The fuck did I come home to?"
Q'nagali Yehn manages not to kiss anything but air.  The sudden lack of support, though, causes her to topple forward, lips-first, until she's making out with the floorboards.
S'khai Nunh found his vision fading. "Dow.....dow...."
Q'nagali Yehn: Maaaaaason, I want th'teeeeea.
Archemides Fontaine watches out of the corner of his eye. "Nice to know we're replaceable with the -floor-" he mutters, eyebrow twitching spastically. He takes a breath, and finally recognizes that he is choking Khai to death. "Oops." he mumbles unapologetically, dropping the Seeker to the floor.
Archemides Fontaine promptly steps over Khai and moves to Amaro. "Uh...wanna help him get his pants on?"
S'khai Nunh collapsed, in a heap, and proceeded to stare blindly, feeling about for his glasses first.
Ama'drien Amaro: This is a good plate.
Ama'drien Amaro: Can I take it home with me?
Archemides Fontaine: Absolutely.
Ama'drien Amaro: Perfect.
Lacey Orwell takes out an empty jug. She moves her hands in three weak mundra symbols before water appears out of her hands, splashing down into the jug. A bit splashes over the top of the jug which Lacey goes to wipe out before grabbing some glasses along with the jug and heading back over to the group, jug of water and glasses on a serving tray.
Q'nagali Yehn pulls herself, finally, panting, to her hands and knees.  She stares at her tresses dangling around the edge of her vision; then gives her head a shake, watching the sandy locks wave around.
Archemides Fontaine: In fact? Take it all.
Lacey Orwell looks between the two male miqo'te. "Water?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Wrong end, Maaaaaaason.
Archemides Fontaine kneels down in front of Naga. "You....alright?"
Ama'drien Amaro: Sure.
Archemides Fontaine: Wrong end?
Q'nagali Yehn wiggles her butt, though the action actually causes her to flop onto her side.
S'khai Nunh: "Sight."
Q'nagali Yehn: Whoops.
Lacey Orwell motions to the tray in her hands, indicating for the miqo'te to help himself.
Ama'drien Amaro picked up a glass of water, and proceeded to dump it over Khai's head.
Q'nagali Yehn: Why ain't I knocked up yet, huh?
Q'nagali Yehn slurs her words worse than usual; it's really hard to make out what she's saying.
Lacey Orwell watches, chuckling lightly before heading over to Naga and Arch.
Archemides Fontaine pats Naga on the head, barely able to make out the word 'knocked'. He blushes furiously. "I...promise."
Archemides Fontaine: To give ya a lotta kids t'...yell at n' shit.
S'khai Nunh blinked, momentarily, trying to process why he was suddenly cold and wet. "...Not sight." But he reached out. Found Ama'drien's shoe, and began to feel upwards, crawling until his face was buried quiet nicely within the cleft of the bard's thighs. "Mnph." Warm, and dry. And... familiar.
Archemides Fontaine looks up in exhaustion at Lacey. "W-water?"
Q'nagali Yehn: Even shook m'doffer'n...shite.  Yuh.
Archemides Fontaine: S'an amazin' doofer.
Q'nagali Yehn hisses, making best friends with a few of the looser nails in the floorboards.
Lacey Orwell just stares at Arch after his little speech before leaning down nimbly to sit, balancing the tray with the water on her lap. She motions to the one of the glasses.
Archemides Fontaine takes the glass and raises it to Naga's lips. "Drink."
Ama'drien Amaro blushed, gently patting Khai's hair.  "Let's.. go home."
Q'nagali Yehn flops onto her back, staring vacantly at the ceiling.  The high is slowly wearing off; she groans.
S'khai Nunh: "Home... is far." the wise nunh commented.
Lacey Orwell: "Yes, I would advice that", Lacey says to the miqo'tes behind her.
Q'nagali Yehn: Pfffffff.
Q'nagali Yehn blows a raspberry at the offered water.
Archemides Fontaine pours the water anyway onto her 'pfffting' mouth.
Archemides Fontaine: So....Lacey. Nice to see ya again.
Ama'drien Amaro: Let's at least get you some pants in front of company.
Q'nagali Yehn is now covered in blood, drool, -and- water.
Lacey Orwell puts the trays down next to her. "Uh huh. Being busy".
S'khai Nunh continued to nuzzle, hands snaking up to paw at the bard’s clothing. "That silk. I want the silk. Get me the silk. I want to feel it..."
Lacey Orwell: "It appear so have you", Lacey continues looking between Naga and Arch with a faint smile.
Archemides Fontaine chuckles weakly at Lacey.
Q'nagali Yehn: Nobody even rutted me.
Q'nagali Yehn almost whines it, like some petulant princess.
Archemides Fontaine opens his mouth to say something to Naga. Then shuts it. Then opens it again. "We'll...rut. A lot."
S'khai Nunh began, idly, to nibble at the bard's thighs through the fabric of his pants. "This isn't silk," he commented.
Q'nagali Yehn pulls weakly upward at the base of her shirt, but from her current angle -- and because of the tightness of the camise -- she can't get it over the hill of her breasts.  It sort of sits there, making underboob.
Lacey Orwell quirks an eyebrow at Arch but doesn't comment.
Ama'drien Amaro: Nope.
Archemides Fontaine moves a hand behind Naga's back, another under the crook of her legs, and lifts the drooling, bloody, waterlogged miqo up. He stands and turns to Lacey. "Wanna help me out here? Gonna get her to the room."
Q'nagali Yehn: Ceilin's...movin'.
Q'nagali Yehn: ...yuh.
Archemides Fontaine: "Had a...question for ya too."
Q'nagali Yehn: ...Yer pissed.
Lacey Orwell shrugs and then stands. "Sure, let's go".
S'khai Nunh , finally, simply passed out. Gone, completely.
Archemides Fontaine shakes his head and offers a  grin. "Nah." He makes his way up the stairs, moving to the small closet at the end of the hall.
Archemides Fontaine: Uh,...
Archemides Fontaine: Thanks for coming to Fontaine's. I'll...pick up the tab tonight.
Q'nagali Yehn groans as she's jostled and prodded in transit.
Lacey Orwell walks ahead, opening the door to the closet for Arch.
Q'nagali Yehn: Mebbe I like...salad.
Ama'drien Amaro blinked at Khai, his face probably still nuzzled in his crotch.  "..The poor dear."
Archemides Fontaine mumbles. "I'm never making salad again." He moves over to the hearth, foot pressing the pillows around until a nice pile is made. Then he sets Naga down slowly.
Q'nagali Yehn: Chest's...red.
Lacey Orwell keeps the door open so Arch can carry Naga in before closing it behind them. She disarms her botanist axe before leaning against the door, arms folded, smirking at Arch.
Archemides Fontaine looks down. "I like it when I'm red."
Q'nagali Yehn prods at the slash-wounds she made on Arch's upper torso until she's pressed into the pile of pillows.
Archemides Fontaine sits down as well.
Archemides Fontaine: "Have a seat, Lacey."
Q'nagali Yehn curls up into a ball, pressing her back to the hearth.
Lacey Orwell looks around before taking a seat on the trunk.
Archemides Fontaine lets a hand fall on Naga's head, playing with her ears lightly. "So....yeah." he blushes, not able to make eye contact.
Lacey Orwell: "Soooo?"
Archemides Fontaine: "Uh....ya still got that apothecary?"
Q'nagali Yehn stretches once, oblivious to the world.  Also oblivious to the fact that she's sent a claw into Arch's ankle.
Q'nagali Yehn: Mmm.
Lacey Orwell: "I take it you two are together now and need a certain...something?"
Archemides Fontaine hisses, but reminds himself that it's a good pain. "...Yep."
Archemides Fontaine: An'....books.
Archemides Fontaine: On uh...races n'....yeah.
Lacey Orwell just stares at Arch. "Why do you think I know so much? I only got the ability to reproduce about four or five moons ago?"
Archemides Fontaine: "Well maybe I figured Juno had a book or something!"
Archemides Fontaine looks down to see if Naga is still asleep.
Q'nagali Yehn giggles a little.
Lacey Orwell: "The potion I got to stop me from getting knocked up was given to me by Juno. An alchemist in his free company made it for him. I have a bit left if you need it. It's not like Juno has much interest in me anymore". Lacey clicks her tongue in annoyance. "But anyroad, I can have Juno's new pet make you some if you need?"
Q'nagali Yehn swats at some imaginary thing with her hand, purrs a bit, and balls up again.  She presses her forehead accidentally against the small of Arch's back.
Archemides Fontaine furrows his brow at the additional info, mental note to slap the other man's shit written and posted on his brain's bulletin board. "Uh  yeah....jes' wanna make sure there's no side effects for her or anything. Know Seekers n' hyur ain't exactly the same." Arch stiffens as her head makes contact with him, but lets out a small chuckles and eases into it, fingers scratching through her hair the whole time.
Lacey Orwell: "I'll be sure. I'll rest here tonight and have Mena come over tomorrow with the contraceptive potion. As far as I know it's widely used and has no side effects".
Lacey Orwell: "And as for books on...making love to miqo'te...I know not if Juno has such books but I will ask".
Archemides Fontaine nods at the first part, then sputters at the second. "Not that! I mean...like...when a hyur and a miqo'te have kids."
Archemides Fontaine: "What to expect. Like...is it a litter or just a few at a time like us or...."
Q'nagali Yehn bunches up her knees against Arch's thigh in her sleep.
Lacey Orwell just stares at Arch. "And you think my husband would know this?"
Archemides Fontaine rests his other free hand on Naga's thigh, stroking it lightly with his thumb. "Oi, he's the one all 'gimme fifty two tykes, Lacey'. Figured if that was his family dream, he'dve done some research on the matter."
Lacey Orwell looks insulted now. She turns her head away, pursing her lips. "You can ask Mena tomorrow. She's miqo'te and an alchemist amongst other things. All smart n' shit. She...
Lacey Orwell: She'd know.
Archemides Fontaine: "Aye," Arch nods once more. "Tell her we can meet or she can send it in the mail. Know they're probably busy over there."
Archemides Fontaine looks down. "S'funny...don't get to see her like this all that often."
Lacey Orwell: "Oh?", Lacey turns her head over to Arch questioningly. "I've not visited Juno for several suns now. What do you mean?"
Archemides Fontaine looks down at Naga for a while, then shakes his head with a small smile. "Eh...not important. Think I should wake her up?"
Q'nagali Yehn purrs, in a world of her own.  She smells very strongly of catnip still.
Lacey Orwell gives a shake of her head. "Nah, let her sleep". Lacey rises to her feet. "I need to sleep anyroad, it's been a few suns since I last did".
Archemides Fontaine: "Aye. Get some rest, Lace. And," Arch smiles, albeit a tired one. "It's good to see ya again, ya jerk."
Lacey Orwell looks over at Arch and his sleeping miqo'te mate, giving a warm smile. "I'm glad you two finally got your act together".
Archemides Fontaine: Heh. Curtain hasn't closed yet. Act's still going.
Archemides Fontaine: And the intermission's a long way off.
Q'nagali Yehn starts to snore little snort-snores.
Lacey Orwell gives a small nod of her head, heading towards the door. "Well, whatever makes you happy Arch".
Archemides Fontaine: Mm.
Archemides Fontaine gives Lacey a two finger salute before returning his gaze to Naga.
Archemides Fontaine leans over the sleeping cat, eyes analyzing her features. Still smelt like the kitchen, but whatever the hell that green stuff was - he assumes some sort of demon lust plant from Aurum Vale - permeates her breath, thankfully not as strong as before.
Q'nagali Yehn frowns a little as she loses contact with the arse and thigh she's been pressing against, a subconscious protest.
Archemides Fontaine finally gives a small nod to himself, and bending down lower, gives the sleeping cat a peck on the lips. "Next time ya come on that strong, don't think I'll be able to hold back...." He leans backwards, until he is laying beside her. "Prolly gonna get clawed in the morning for staying the night, but..." The hyur shrugs, and lets his hand wrap around the Seeker's waist, pulling her to match his form. "I like to be bled."
Q'nagali Yehn , surprisingly, folds into him -- almost little-spooning.
Archemides Fontaine sighs, shutting his eyes. It's a great thing. Pleasant. No nightmares.
Q'nagali Yehn grunts, mutters, smacks her lips, then balls up, pressing herself into him.  He'd feel the rumbling of a low, soundless purr.
Archemides Fontaine: Night Naga....