Session 7 Mini 3

Session Start: Mon Jan 30 21:55:16 2012
Session Ident: #saheedstavern
03[21:55] * Now talking in #saheedstavern
03[21:55] * Mitzi (nnscript@sux-98B21251.hsd1.il.comcast.net) has joined #saheedstavern
03[21:55] * Syl (nnscript@sux-B3DA36F4.lsanca.fios.verizon.net) has joined #saheedstavern
03[21:56] * Harphe (Anise@sux-B9D9E02D.cable.mindspring.com) has joined #saheedstavern
01[21:57] <@zoofman> Harphe finds the place very quiet.  Middle of the day, not many patrons.  There's a Mithran woman in a dark green dress manning the bar.  "May I help you, ma'am?"
[21:58] <Harphe> "What's the best you have at the moment?"
03[21:58] * Gelato (Plutonis@D14B5597.ED3341B1.B65C4779.IP) has joined #saheedstavern
01[22:08] <@zoofman> "Oh, we have Rolanberry 822, a vintage wine.  Hardly tapped.  A wide collection of specialty brews from the mainland.  Some Mithran cidersss..."
[22:08] <Harphe> "Oh, a cider sounds lovely, thank you."
01[22:15] <@zoofman> She nods.  "A wissse choice!" she hums as she pours a tankard of the sweet smelling drink.  "We actually import the applesss and brew it here, to keep the taste longer."
[22:15] <Mitzi> "Whoa, Trilloby careful, I almost dropped that!" Mitzi barely manages to open the door to the tavern, an armful of what appear to be ether bottles making her task difficult. She wobbles over to the bar next to Harf and neatly places them in a row, a wide grin forming on her face. "Salutations Harf!"
[22:16] <Harphe> "Harphe, dear. Would you like a glass of cider? I'll pay for it."
06[22:17] * Harphe leans back in her chair, sighing loudly.
[22:17] <Harphe> "What a day, hmm?"
[22:17] <Mitzi> "Would you really? I'm not much a drinker, but today seems to call for it." Despite echoing Harf's sentiments, Mitzi seems awfully bubbly.
06[22:18] * Harphe motions to the bartender. "So, what are your thoughts?"
06[22:19] * Mitzi shoves a bottle toward the bartender. "Hey, you tried this stuff yet? From Xi'an. I bet it's aged beautifully, you know, being out here for centuries. It's quite the drink!"
01[22:20] <@zoofman> "Oh, don't worry about the pay, ma'am.  Your accounted for.  A friend of Alvis's isss a friend to us as well."
01[22:20] <@zoofman> She eyes Mitzi's drink curiously.  "Thisss is..?"
[22:21] <Harphe> "I really wish you wouldn't offer that stuff to people until we were sure it had no side effects."
[22:22] <Mitzi> "Well, *I'm* fine, and so's archc- er, Lato." Mitzi dismissively waves off Harf and turns back to the bartender. "It's the brew of an ancient general, a real man of war. ...Oh and it lets you walk through walls." :D?
[22:22] <Harphe> "Fine so far."
[22:23] <Harphe> "In any case."
[22:25] <Harphe> "Your thoughts on our new acquaintance?"
[22:26] <Mitzi> "Not enough answers. He knows too much about us, and us too little about him. 'Sides he did just as I said and tried to rope us into helping him after supposedly saying he was here to help us."
01[22:26] <@zoofman> The Mithran woman slowly takes a sip, and becomes slightly etheral.  "Bwuh.  A curiousss brew...hm."
[22:27] <Harphe> "It's true, I agree entirely."
01[22:27] <@zoofman> "Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself," she bows in apology.  "I am Windsday."
06[22:27] * Mitzi shoves the rest of the bottles toward her as well, completely failing to hide her mischevious grin. "And keep the rest for dares and drunken boasts, yeah? You must get those a lot around here!"
[22:28] <Harphe> "Ah, hello Windsday. I'm Harphe Forlindel, and this fine young girl here is Mitzi."
06[22:29] * Mitzi nods. "Nice to meet you."
[22:30] <Mitzi> "Oh, and this is Trilloby." Mitzi sets the bird on the counter and reaches for one of the bottles of ghost booze, setting it in front of him.
[22:30] <Harphe> "In any case, we only have Syl's word that he can be trusted, and - the bird too? really?"
[22:31] <Mitzi> "He's been through worse." Mitzi affectionately pats Trilloby and nudges him toward the open bottle.
[22:33] <Harphe> "Weeeeeeeell. If you say so."
06[22:35] * Mitzi nods and nudges. "So, about our mystery man here, how do you think he and his bunch, Clan Avail was it? How do you think they got here and set up camp and all without anyone noticing?"
01[22:36] <@zoofman> Trilloby pecks slowly, still suspect of the stuff.  Windsday peeks up herself.  "A pleasure to meet you both, asss well, and thank you for such an...interesting gift.  Believe it or not, Saheed knows nothing of brewing, that's my task.  This will be...interesting to experiment with," she puts the bottle away.
[22:37] <Harphe> "Perhaps I should visit to learn some more."
[22:38] <Harphe> "It sounds fascinating, a bit like alchemy, even."
[22:39] <Mitzi> "With more headaches and dehydration sure. I can't believe we're lucky enough to have ourselves a healing magus in our squad but she can't cure a hangover with her magic."
[22:40] <Harphe> "Has she ever tried?"
06[22:40] * Harphe hasn't been paying attention :3c
[22:41] <Mitzi> "I doubt she'd even want to. Well, whatever, I'm sure she has her story."
01[22:41] <@zoofman> "It's...similar to alchemy, but with more hopsss," she chuckles.
01[22:46] <@zoofman> Trilloby is sufficiently etheral.  He's quite WTF.
[22:48] <Harphe> (sorry it's started up again)
06[22:49] * Mitzi attempts to pick up Trilloby.
01[22:50] <@zoofman> Doesn't work terribly well, he looks sufficiently confused as to why your hands go through him.  Windsday chuckles till she realizes she's in a similar state.  "...Oh."
[22:52] <Mitzi> "See? Isn't it great Trilloby?" Mitzi leans back, satisfied at her work.
01[22:59] <@zoofman> He looks at you with those black occular abyss gates of eyes, thoroughly perplexed.
[23:00] <Mitzi> "Aww, don't be like that." Mitzi reaches over and sips a bit of the ghost booze too. Not enough to get drunk like last time though. "There, now we're the same."
06[23:01] * Syl takes a seat at a barstool near the main counter.
01[23:02] <@zoofman> He flutters back up to Mitzi's etheral head.  And looks to Syl, eyes pleading for explanations.
[23:03] <Harphe> "Oh!"
[23:03] <Harphe> "Syl!"
06[23:03] * Harphe looks up from her tankard.
06[23:03] * Syl looks to the wtfbird. "I do not have all the answers, little one. Why she is obsessed with the ghost alcohol, I don't know."
[23:03] <Syl> "Pray she does not abuse the privelege."
[23:04] <Mitzi> "What."
[23:04] <Harphe> "So, what are your thoughts on our gauntleted friend?"
[23:04] <Syl> "On Kayleb?"
01[23:04] <@zoofman> The ghostly bartender nods.  "Thisss...might be a bit too exotic to sell over the counter, yesss.  May I help you, Syl, is it?  I believe Iceday spoke of you."
06[23:05] * Syl looks to Windsday, and notes the color of her dress. "Windsday, I assume. What did she say about me?"
[23:05] <Harphe> "Correct."
[23:06] <Syl> As she makes small talk with Windsday, she pull out a red orb from her inner coat pocket, not unlike the green one he revealed earlier. "He gave me a way to contact him, and Zeid does indeed know him well. All things considered, we should be quite safe."
[23:06] <Harphe> "Curse and all?"
[23:07] <Mitzi> "You said you felt a presence about him? How do you know he won't get possessed or something?"
01[23:08] <@zoofman> "She called you quite the amazon," she also pours a tankard of Syl's brew of choice.
[23:08] <Syl> "Tonberrian Black, if you will. I'll try to feel more adventurous later."
[23:08] <Syl> The samurai sighs. "A spiritual presence on its own is not necessarily cause for concern."
01[23:08] <@zoofman> "Well, yesss, she mentioned that as well," she places the dark liquid before Syl.
[23:09] <Syl> "It does mark him as....unique, however."
[23:09] <Syl> "It is a coin flip. Many spirits are quite helpful, or simply neutral. Just as many mean us harm. Not unlike people in general."
[23:09] <Mitzi> "The part where it was dark was of concern though."
[23:10] <Syl> Syl almost immediately reverse the orientation of the handle in Windsday's direction. "Have you tried this?"
[23:10] <Harphe> "I'm more worried that by doing as he asks, we're playing into the hands of the darkness that guides him."
[23:10] <Harphe> "I would consider his information, but not act on it."
[23:11] <Syl> "I merely see them. Asking someone to interpret that is....another specialization entirely."
[23:11] <Syl> "The only one I know well is the one inside me."
01[23:11] <@zoofman> She chuckles.  "Have I?  My father actually owned a large collection of brewries, before Saheed purchased them.  It isss a fine choice of spirits."
[23:11] <Syl> "Hm."
06[23:12] * Mitzi whisks her goggles off her head, probably startling Trilloby, and smoothens out her hair. "I 'spose this means we aren't going to the desert anytime soon then?" She sighs.
[23:12] <Syl> "With your knowledge, then is it advisable to have a small bird drink?" The implications of the questions are obvious, but the accusatory nature lacks bite - it's probably as humorous as Syl will ever be.
[23:14] <Mitzi> "No more inadvisable than letting a girl my age I wager." Mitzi grins and reaches to take the first sip of her cider. Well, if that's even possible when GOAST.
[23:14] <Syl> "That is -also- worrying."
[23:14] <Harphe> "Where I'm from, - wait, how old are you again, Mitzi dear?"
[23:15] <Mitzi> "Just sixteen." Another sip.
01[23:15] <@zoofman> Liquids and solid objects seem manipuable enough, even for injestion.  Just flesh is odd.
01[23:15] <@zoofman> Or walls, if you really want to pass through them.
01[23:16] <@zoofman> Windsday tilts her head at the question about the bird, though.  "I haven't the slightest idea if it'sss safe for the bird.  He does seem...quite confused with his situation."
[23:16] <Harphe> "Well, that's not so bad, then."
[23:16] <Harphe> "No, he always looks like that."
[23:16] <Syl> "He has seen much."
[23:16] <Syl> "Seen many things that no one should ever see."
06[23:16] * Syl nods sagely, and takes a sip of her drink.
[23:17] <Mitzi> "Always has looked that way, yeah." Mitzi holds out her arm and whistles, trying to coax Trilloby on.
[23:17] <Harphe> "...And you know that how?"
[23:17] <Syl> "There is a distance in his eyes."
06[23:17] * Harphe is starting to get the idea that she's the only sane one here.
[23:17] <Syl> "A certain.....sadness."
01[23:18] <@zoofman> souless abyss gates.
[23:19] <Syl> "I think the bird and his perch has had enough, though."
06[23:19] * Mitzi is totally oblivious to all that soulless eye stuff. :D?
[23:19] <Syl> "For the most part, what you do with your own time is not my business, but what you do on the field is."
[23:20] <Syl> "What you do in the moments before we return to work, however....this is the grey area."
[23:20] <Harphe> "Going to chase Gelato down after this?"
06[23:20] * Harphe takes another swig of cider.
[23:21] <Syl> "As well as Alvis and Rosette. We need to act quickly."
[23:21] <Mitzi> "Are we heading back out so soon? I thought it'd take longer for the higher ups to decide what's next given the mess your friend's dropped in our laps."
[23:21] <Syl> "To tie up loose ends, and for....personal reasons."
03[23:21] * Gelato is now known as Plutonis
[23:21] <Harphe> "Careful about making things too personal, Commander."
[23:21] <Syl> "I know."
[23:22] <Harphe> "Just so long as you do."
06[23:22] * Harphe nods.
[23:22] <Harphe> "Wherever you want to go, then."
[23:22] <Mitzi> "You'll have to tell us your story sometime." Mitzi gives Syl a look, to remind her of their conversation earlier today. "Especially now that all this has come to light."
[23:26] <Syl> "It is not a complicated story."
[23:26] <Syl> "But it is a defining one."
[23:27] <Harphe> "Any time you should care to tell it, I am sure that we will listen."
06[23:27] * Mitzi nods and sips a bit more of her cider. Small sips.
[23:28] <Syl> "That time is not now, unfortunately."
[23:29] <Syl> She turns back to Windsday. "Iceday also mentioned that Saheed fears me somewhat."
[23:29] <Harphe> "Does he now?"
06[23:29] * Harphe leans in. OBOY GOSSIP
01[23:30] <@zoofman> She laughs.  "He doesn't fair well with warriorsss.  A slightly peculiar but endearing quirk for a men of our species."
[23:31] <Syl> "Potentially helpful to know if I need a favor, then," she jests flatly.
06[23:31] * Mitzi sits and sips at her drink, half-listening.
02[23:32] * Plutonis (Plutonis@D14B5597.ED3341B1.B65C4779.IP) Quit (Quit: <Plutonis> you're an faggot! your an faggot fuck you cumface!!! fuck fuk fukc!)
01[23:32] <@zoofman> "It'sss not something I would expect Humes to understand, our ways must be most alien to your kind," she tops off everyone's drinks, though hesitats with Mitzi.
06[23:33] * Mitzi waves off Windsday with a smile when she gets to her drink, leaning forward to rest her head on her arms.
[23:34] <Mitzi> "So, Trilloby...You want the rest?"
01[23:35] <@zoofman> He looks to the drink, considers his situation, then flutters down clumbsily.
06[23:35] * Syl leans forward conspiratorially as Mitzi is relatively preoccupied. "Anything I can do to keep her from drinking herself to death?"
01[23:36] <@zoofman> Windsday gives a knowing shake of the head.  "It's one'sss duty as a bartender to know when to cut off a patron.  That said, we've many roomsss here she could stay in if she does drink herself under."
[23:37] <Syl> "The problem is that she needs to get back to work....soon."
[23:38] <Syl> "And it's fairly clear that she doesn't hold her drink very well." She takes a large swig of her near-black beer.
06[23:38] * Mitzi contentedly watches Trilloby struggle to drink with a small giggle and a smile.
06[23:38] * Harphe relieves Trilloby and Mitzi of their tankard.
[23:38] <Harphe> "Let me finish that off for you."
06[23:38] * Mitzi :<
[23:38] <Mitzi> "But it's for Trilloby..."
[23:40] <Syl> "Who is also not quite feeling well," she notes, briefly taking an aside from her private conversation with Windsday.
[23:40] <Harphe> "Let me finish it off for him, too!"
[23:40] <Harphe> LOGIC.
01[23:40] <@zoofman> The bird is in much worse condition than Mitzi.
01[23:40] <@zoofman> It hiccups KWEH.
06[23:40] * Harphe anyway downs both her tankard and Mitzi's before she can counter.
[23:40] <Harphe> 2d6+2 vit what could possibly go wrong
01[23:41] <@zoofman> (you got a 13, yay)
[23:41] <Harphe> (oh boy crit fail)
01[23:41] <@zoofman> (oh, that roll's funnier.)
[23:41] <Harphe> (it is)
01[23:41] <@zoofman> Harphe teeters a bit.
[23:41] <Harphe> (I was hoping for it)
[23:41] <Mitzi> "Harf I don't think you should do that."
[23:41] <Harphe> "Do wha? Yer not my mom."
06[23:41] * Mitzi shrugs and slumps further onto the counter.
[23:41] <Harphe> "...Are you?"
01[23:41] <@zoofman> She's feeling -quite- inebriated.
[23:41] <Harphe> "I mean, yer a time mage an' all, you could totally be my mom."
06[23:42] * Harphe pauses a moment to ponder this.
[23:42] <Harphe> "Huh."
06[23:42] * Mitzi opens her mouth, seems confused, then closes it and frowns.
[23:42] <Harphe> "Time magici s totally crazy."
[23:42] <Harphe> *magic is
[23:42] <Harphe> "What do you think, Shyyyyllllllll?"
[23:42] <Syl> ".....are there any -proven- sobriety measures, Windsday?"
01[23:43] <@zoofman> Windsay chuckles. "Oh my."
01[23:43] <@zoofman> "We might want to get them to a bed to sleep this off."
[23:43] <Syl> "Perhaps there is some secret Mithran recipe I am completely unaware of."
[23:43] <Syl> "...sleep. Wonderful. We're going to get delayed."
[23:43] <Harphe> "But don' worry! Even if you are my mom, I'm still yer biiiig sis!"
01[23:43] <@zoofman> "No, sadly, we're just as practical as the rest of you in these eventsss..."
06[23:43] * Harphe hugs Mitzi. Squeeeeze.
[23:43] <Harphe> (doesn't poisona work?)
01[23:44] <@zoofman> (...DOES it?)
[23:44] <Mitzi> (only on hangovers)
[23:44] <Harphe> (boo :c)
06[23:44] * Mitzi is a mopey-ish drunk and doesn't do much to resist. "Hey hey that's kinda tight." She kinda flails her arms but not much else.
[23:44] <Harphe> "An' Big Sis'll make sure the scary demon hand guys don't getcha!"
[23:46] <Harphe> "I'll be all 'exec hymme fhauri arrya pass arrya~' an' they'll be all 'oh no I'm burning'!
[23:46] <Harphe> *"
06[23:46] * Syl hopes she does not spontaneously get pulled into this "family".
06[23:46] * Harphe is fortunately not sober enough to sing properly.
01[23:46] <@zoofman> She shrugs and pours herself a tankard of Tonberrian Black.  "Well, even adventurersss need their releasesss..."
[23:46] <Syl> "I suppose, but this is ridiculous."
06[23:47] * Mitzi gives a pleading look toward Syl, gesturing at the Harf latched onto her.
[23:47] <Syl> "....."
[23:47] <Harphe> "Doncha worry, Shyl~ I'll look out for you, too."
[23:47] <Harphe> "I'm th' smartest and the strongest here anyways~"
[23:47] <Syl> "As it stands, you are hardly able to look after yourself."
[23:47] <Harphe> "That's not fair at all >:"
[23:47] <Harphe> "I was makin' a sc- sha- sacrifice for th' greater good!"
06[23:48] * Mitzi fumbles around in her pocket, reaching for her pen. She sloppily traces a pattern in the air, but drops it behind the counter midstroke. "Shit. Can you uh, can you get that for me Windsday?" Reach reach.
[23:48] <Syl> "...."
[23:48] <Syl> "And, pray tell, what do you do with customers that should have been cut off long ago?"
[23:48] <Harphe> "I jus' wish you would appreeeeeciate me more!"
06[23:48] * Harphe lets go of Mitzi, latches onto Syl.
[23:49] <Harphe> "I'm a million times better than that stupid perverted old man."
[23:49] <Syl> "....an idea." She slides over the mug of Tonberrian Black to Harphe.
06[23:49] * Harphe stares.
01[23:49] <@zoofman> "My husband has a habit of joining them in their inebriation, funny enough.  Though I must say this isss quite different than how they...normally act," she retrieves the odd weapon, curious of its function.
[23:49] <Syl> "Simply try it," she says with a knowing smile.
[23:49] <Harphe> "Uh, okay?"
06[23:50] * Harphe eyes the mug suspiciously, then takes a sip.
[23:50] <Syl> "Tonberrian Black, a specialty Bastoke beer...."
[23:50] <Syl> ....but what Syl failed to mention is that it is -quite- bitter.
[23:50] <Harphe> "Pshhhhhw."
[23:50] <Harphe> "You tryin' to poison me?"
[23:50] <Harphe> "You hate me! I knew iiiit."
06[23:50] * Harphe sniffles.
06[23:50] * Mitzi carefully traces the pattern this time, though it's still rather shaky and sloppy. Float! Harf gently begins to lift off of Syl.
01[23:51] <@zoofman> "Oh dear."
[23:51] <Syl> "I don't hate you."
[23:51] <Syl> "....that's it. We're getting them to beds to recover."
01[23:51] <@zoofman> "Now they are -floating- drunks."
[23:51] <Syl> "Do you have a bouncer here?"
[23:51] <Harphe> (oh man this mini)
[23:51] <Syl> "...or, never mind."
01[23:51] <@zoofman> "FIRESSSDAAAAY!" She yells.
[23:51] <Syl> "Carry Harphe. She's floating, so she should be relatively light."
[23:51] <Mitzi> "Hey hey I was just trying to help! Come onnnn."
06[23:51] * Syl slings Mitzi over she shoulders quite easily.
[23:52] <Syl> *her
06[23:52] * Mitzi tries her damndest to cling to the bar counter instead.
[23:52] <Harphe> "Why are you yelling you shouldn't be yellin' you should be crying because this is a TRADEGY. TRAGEDY."
01[23:52] <@zoofman> A redheaded Mithran woman in a red gown enters from a room in the back, assesses the situation immediately. "Oh for heaven's sake.  It's not even dusk yet!"
[23:53] <Syl> A drunk teenager stands no chance against the honed skills of a seasoned soldier!
01[23:54] <@zoofman> Firesday marches over and grabs the floating Harphe by the heels.  "Strait to the spare room with you two!"
06[23:55] * Harphe is too busy listing her various greviances to an invisible audience to struggle.
01[23:56] <@zoofman> She more leads a floating Harphe up the staircase than carries, it's quite a silly sight.  Grumbling all the way about irrisponsible patrons.
[23:56] <Syl> "You may want to tie her to the bed. She'll simply float away if you don't."
[23:56] <Harphe> Most of it seems to concern a dumb old man.
06[23:56] * Syl fireman-carries Mitzi upstairs.
[23:58] <Mitzi> "You are so sylly." Mitzi crosses her arms. :<
01[23:58] <@zoofman> "Oh, I've a better plan than that," she says as she leads you to a small room with a queen sized bed.  She pushes Harphe down onto it, and then pokes her on the forhead. "Sleep!" (spell :3)
Session Time: Tue Jan 31 00:00:00 2012
01[00:02] <@zoofman> Mei Lein senses the urgancy of the situation and emerges briefly.  Though only Syl can see her.  She practically manhandles Mitzi into submission and drags her into the bed.  You notice she appears a good bit older than before, Syl.  Not much younger than Mitzi herself now.
06[00:02] * Harphe zzzzz
[00:02] <Mitzi> "Whoa ghosts. Ghooosts!"
01[00:03] <@zoofman> Firesday just sighs, and casts the spell on Mitzi as well. "To bed with you."
[00:03] <Mitzi> "But I barely had anything to dr- zzzz"
01[00:05] <@zoofman> She then turns to Syl.  "We'll...send them back our something when they are sober.  Least they didn't break anything." She hpmf's again and returns down stairs.
[00:06] <Syl> "....I apologize for their behavior, by the way. Next time I'll make sure they don't go here on short breaks. Not until they can handle themselves."
03[00:08] * Harphe is now known as Anise
03[00:08] * Mitzi is now known as castfromhp
01[00:09] <@zoofman> "I-it's not like we appreciate your patronship, or anything!" She says as she makes her retreat.
06[00:09] * Syl sighs. "It won't stick. Perhaps I'll have to apologize to Saheed instead."
[00:10] <Syl> "But first, informing the others about our little predicament..."