The Liquid Wallaby - Shining Gem of the Isles (TRANSITION)

[Ava Ire]

Ira looked up, smiling as he approached. She was wearing a shining gold headband, and was wrapped in soft purple robes. "Greetings, Sir Magnuson."

Dom sat down next to her, adjusting his tie. He was wearing a grey trenchcoat over his grey suit. "How are you this cold winter's eve?"

"Quite decent, yes. I was just doing a bit of reading." Her brows furrowed slightly. "Winter's eve?"

[Barboneia]

Dom sat down next to her, adjusting his tie. He was wearing a grey trenchcoat over his grey suit. "How are you this cold winter's eve?"

"Quite decent, yes. I was just doing a bit of reading." Her brows furrowed slightly. "Winter's eve?"

He rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly. "Erm... Well, Autumn's eve. But it already feels like winter in this damned place, does it not?"

[Ava Ire]

"Quite decent, yes. I was just doing a bit of reading." Her brows furrowed slightly. "Winter's eve?"

He rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly. "Erm... Well, Autumn's eve. But it already feels like winter in this damned place, does it not?"

She tilted her head a bit, stifling a giggle. "Eve? But it cannot be the eve if it is already autumn! Because Eve means the day before, right?"

Ira laughed softly. "But I do understand, the weather is cold!"

[Barboneia]

He rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly. "Erm... Well, Autumn's eve. But it already feels like winter in this damned place, does it not?"

She tilted her head a bit, stifling a giggle. "Eve? But it cannot be the eve if it is already autumn! Because Eve means the day before, right?"

Ira laughed softly. "But I do understand, the weather is cold!"

"My comprehension of the English language is decreasing each day, I'm afraid. But yes, it's bloody terrible out. I wish this weather would move away to... I don't know, the United States or something. I hear the Americans are celebrating some special holiday next week, I'm sure that would damper their spirits!" He laughed, folding his arms.

[Ava Ire]

She tilted her head a bit, stifling a giggle. "Eve? But it cannot be the eve if it is already autumn! Because Eve means the day before, right?"

Ira laughed softly. "But I do understand, the weather is cold!"

"My comprehension of the English language is decreasing each day, I'm afraid. But yes, it's bloody terrible out. I wish this weather would move away to... I don't know, the United States or something. I hear the Americans are celebrating some special holiday next week, I'm sure that would damper their spirits!" He laughed, folding his arms.

"Hmm, perhaps so. Nothing like bad weather to ruin festivities." Ira flipped to the next page in her book.

[Barboneia]

"My comprehension of the English language is decreasing each day, I'm afraid. But yes, it's bloody terrible out. I wish this weather would move away to... I don't know, the United States or something. I hear the Americans are celebrating some special holiday next week, I'm sure that would damper their spirits!" He laughed, folding his arms.

"Hmm, perhaps so. Nothing like bad weather to ruin festivities." Ira flipped to the next page in her book.

"Indeed." He looked over at her book. "And what might you be reading?"

[Ava Ire]

"Hmm, perhaps so. Nothing like bad weather to ruin festivities." Ira flipped to the next page in her book.

"Indeed." He looked over at her book. "And what might you be reading?"

She smiled, looking over the page. "It's a very famous epic drama, about two lovers caught in a bitter war between their two empires. It is a very old story, too; much older than many modern nations on this planet." Ira looked up at him.

[Barboneia]

"Indeed." He looked over at her book. "And what might you be reading?"

She smiled, looking over the page. "It's a very famous epic drama, about two lovers caught in a bitter war between their two empires. It is a very old story, too; much older than many modern nations on this planet." Ira looked up at him.

"Sounds interesting. I'm more of a fan of alternate history pieces myself... Like this one book I recently finished, called The Man in the High Castle. It's interesting to see how our world could have turned out." He rested his head against the back of his seat. "Perhaps you could find me a translated version of the story you're reading, sometime?"

[Ava Ire]

She smiled, looking over the page. "It's a very famous epic drama, about two lovers caught in a bitter war between their two empires. It is a very old story, too; much older than many modern nations on this planet." Ira looked up at him.

"Sounds interesting. I'm more of a fan of alternate history pieces myself... Like this one book I recently finished, called The Man in the High Castle. It's interesting to see how our world could have turned out." He rested his head against the back of his seat. "Perhaps you could find me a translated version of the story you're reading, sometime?"

She nodded. "Perhaps, yes, perhaps. And one day you could let me see this book of yours, though I may not understand all of it!" She smiled, before delving into her book.

"Oh," added Ira, "and about teaching you! I shall start very soon!," she said, not looking up from the book. "I've just been...so upset lately, and I've been locked up in Torr's hotel room all day," she admitted.

[Barboneia]

"Sounds interesting. I'm more of a fan of alternate history pieces myself... Like this one book I recently finished, called The Man in the High Castle. It's interesting to see how our world could have turned out." He rested his head against the back of his seat. "Perhaps you could find me a translated version of the story you're reading, sometime?"

She nodded. "Perhaps, yes, perhaps. And one day you could let me see this book of yours, though I may not understand all of it!" She smiled, before delving into her book.

"Oh," added Ira, "and about teaching you! I shall start very soon!," she said, not looking up from the book. "I've just been...so upset lately, and I've been locked up in Torr's hotel room all day," she admitted.

"Oh? Is that so?" Dom placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well... What upsets you? Perhaps you would find comfort in telling me. I'm good at listening, you know."

[Ava Ire]

She nodded. "Perhaps, yes, perhaps. And one day you could let me see this book of yours, though I may not understand all of it!" She smiled, before delving into her book.

"Oh," added Ira, "and about teaching you! I shall start very soon!," she said, not looking up from the book. "I've just been...so upset lately, and I've been locked up in Torr's hotel room all day," she admitted.

"Oh? Is that so?" Dom placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well... What upsets you? Perhaps you would find comfort in telling me. I'm good at listening, you know."

" .....Well, I crash landed here first of all. And...all my shipmates died..." Ira paused, growing visibly upset. She closed her eyes, and exhaled.

[Barboneia]

"Oh? Is that so?" Dom placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well... What upsets you? Perhaps you would find comfort in telling me. I'm good at listening, you know."

" .....Well, I crash landed here first of all. And...all my shipmates died..." Ira paused, growing visibly upset. She closed her eyes, and exhaled.

"I'm guessing you knew them well. It's... It's hard to lose those close, isn't it." He sighed. "When my mother died, I... Well, I lost it. She had always been there for me... And then, she was just... Gone. And... When I was gone, I couldn't even imagine the pain Ava felt..."

[Ava Ire]

" .....Well, I crash landed here first of all. And...all my shipmates died..." Ira paused, growing visibly upset. She closed her eyes, and exhaled.

"I'm guessing you knew them well. It's... It's hard to lose those close, isn't it." He sighed. "When my mother died, I... Well, I lost it. She had always been there for me... And then, she was just... Gone. And... When I was gone, I couldn't even imagine the pain Ava felt..."

"Ye-yeah," she finally said quietly. "It does hurt...doesn't it?" There was a pause of silence, before Ira closed her book and got up. "Well, Dominic, it is late. And I do intend to wake up in the morning instead of the afternoon. Goodnight." She smiled, though her eyes betrayed her. She seemed immensely sad.

[Barboneia]

"I'm guessing you knew them well. It's... It's hard to lose those close, isn't it." He sighed. "When my mother died, I... Well, I lost it. She had always been there for me... And then, she was just... Gone. And... When I was gone, I couldn't even imagine the pain Ava felt..."

"Ye-yeah," she finally said quietly. "It does hurt...doesn't it?" There was a pause of silence, before Ira closed her book and got up. "Well, Dominic, it is late. And I do intend to wake up in the morning instead of the afternoon. Goodnight." She smiled, though her eyes betrayed her. She seemed immensely sad.

Dom also stood up from his seat. He stared up at her, searching her eyes. "Are... Are you sure you're ok, Ira? I don't... Just want to leave you, if you're not feeling well..."

[Ava Ire]

"Ye-yeah," she finally said quietly. "It does hurt...doesn't it?" There was a pause of silence, before Ira closed her book and got up. "Well, Dominic, it is late. And I do intend to wake up in the morning instead of the afternoon. Goodnight." She smiled, though her eyes betrayed her. She seemed immensely sad.

Dom also stood up from his seat. He stared up at her, searching her eyes. "Are... Are you sure you're ok, Ira? I don't... Just want to leave you, if you're not feeling well..."

Ira sighed. "In fine...goodnight."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The innkeep sets up several decorations, most of them of a heavily bearded fellow wearing steel armor, appearing to be Arkadacia's equivalent to Santa.

Saren has built an impressive looking pillow fort, with pillow cannons and several pillow archers.

[Chaos Crescent]

The innkeep sets up several decorations, most of them of a heavily bearded fellow wearing steel armor, appearing to be Arkadacia's equivalent to Santa.

Saren has built an impressive looking pillow fort, with pillow cannons and several pillow archers.

Drake looks at the steel santa curiously then shrugged, then looks at the pillow fort that looked like a real pillow fort but question where the fucking hell he got the pillows.

'Well whatever it's impressive.'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The innkeep sets up several decorations, most of them of a heavily bearded fellow wearing steel armor, appearing to be Arkadacia's equivalent to Santa.

Saren has built an impressive looking pillow fort, with pillow cannons and several pillow archers.

Drake looks at the steel santa curiously then shrugged, then looks at the pillow fort that looked like a real pillow fort but question where the fucking hell he got the pillows.

'Well whatever it's impressive.'

He's a prince. Presumably he just nagged Cerril into buying him a ton.

Saren grins up at him. "I'm good at building castles!"

[Barboneia]

A sharply dressed man walked in, looking around with eyes concealed by a pair of dark sunglasses. He was holding a fancy leather suitcase, and approached the bar slowly. He sat down on a stool, and looked at the bartender. "Nice place you have here," he said, his accent a strange mix of what seemed to be Finnish and Swedish.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A sharply dressed man walked in, looking around with eyes concealed by a pair of dark sunglasses. He was holding a fancy leather suitcase, and approached the bar slowly. He sat down on a stool, and looked at the bartender. "Nice place you have here," he said, his accent a strange mix of what seemed to be Finnish and Swedish.

She turns around, still placing up holiday decorations. "Thanks. If you want to see a shitty bar, try the one in the Reilish district... that place suuuuuuuuucks." The innkeep pauses for a moment and squints, trying to figure out his accent. "You're from, ah... Scandinavia, right?"

[Barboneia]

A sharply dressed man walked in, looking around with eyes concealed by a pair of dark sunglasses. He was holding a fancy leather suitcase, and approached the bar slowly. He sat down on a stool, and looked at the bartender. "Nice place you have here," he said, his accent a strange mix of what seemed to be Finnish and Swedish.

She turns around, still placing up holiday decorations. "Thanks. If you want to see a shitty bar, try the one in the Reilish district... that place suuuuuuuuucks." The innkeep pauses for a moment and squints, trying to figure out his accent. "You're from, ah... Scandinavia, right?"

He stared at her. "No. I am from Barboneia. Perhaps you have heard of it, perhaps you have not." He took a small picture out of his pocket, and slid it over to her. It was a picture of Dominic, wearing a suit and fedora, a dour look on his face. It appeared to have come from a passport or identification card, and he appeared a bit younger in it. "Have you seen this man?"

[Chaos Crescent]

Drake looks at the steel santa curiously then shrugged, then looks at the pillow fort that looked like a real pillow fort but question where the fucking hell he got the pillows.

'Well whatever it's impressive.'

He's a prince. Presumably he just nagged Cerril into buying him a ton.

Saren grins up at him. "I'm good at building castles!"

That would be assumed and Cerril was probably like alright already I'll get you the pillows.

'Yes you are, Sar. And it's only made from pillows now if you had bricks and such image how awesome that would be.'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She turns around, still placing up holiday decorations. "Thanks. If you want to see a shitty bar, try the one in the Reilish district... that place suuuuuuuuucks." The innkeep pauses for a moment and squints, trying to figure out his accent. "You're from, ah... Scandinavia, right?"

He stared at her. "No. I am from Barboneia. Perhaps you have heard of it, perhaps you have not." He took a small picture out of his pocket, and slid it over to her. It was a picture of Dominic, wearing a suit and fedora, a dour look on his face. It appeared to have come from a passport or identification card, and he appeared a bit younger in it. "Have you seen this man?"

"Oh, yeah, one of the asshole visitors is from that place, I think." She picks up the picture and looks at it, trying to remember if she's seen someone like him. "Well, he's a bit older, but yeah, he comes around here a lot. You his cousin or something?" She hands the picture back, crying coming from the carriage behind the bar. She promptly dives behind it and gets to work on solving the dilemma at hand.

[Barboneia]

He stared at her. "No. I am from Barboneia. Perhaps you have heard of it, perhaps you have not." He took a small picture out of his pocket, and slid it over to her. It was a picture of Dominic, wearing a suit and fedora, a dour look on his face. It appeared to have come from a passport or identification card, and he appeared a bit younger in it. "Have you seen this man?"

"Oh, yeah, one of the asshole visitors is from that place, I think." She picks up the picture and looks at it, trying to remember if she's seen someone like him. "Well, he's a bit older, but yeah, he comes around here a lot. You his cousin or something?" She hands the picture back, crying coming from the carriage behind the bar. She promptly dives behind it and gets to work on solving the dilemma at hand.

"I'm simply looking for him. Why, you may ask? ...Well, that's really none of your concern. But, if you happen to see him, hand him this." He slid over a piece of paper with a drawing of an "X" on it. "Do that, and I promise you, you'll be compensated handsomely." He nodded, and stood up. He brushed his suit off, and walked out of the bar.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Oh, yeah, one of the asshole visitors is from that place, I think." She picks up the picture and looks at it, trying to remember if she's seen someone like him. "Well, he's a bit older, but yeah, he comes around here a lot. You his cousin or something?" She hands the picture back, crying coming from the carriage behind the bar. She promptly dives behind it and gets to work on solving the dilemma at hand.

"I'm simply looking for him. Why, you may ask? ...Well, that's really none of your concern. But, if you happen to see him, hand him this." He slid over a piece of paper with a drawing of an "X" on it. "Do that, and I promise you, you'll be compensated handsomely." He nodded, and stood up. He brushed his suit off, and walked out of the bar.

She takes the drawing and looks it over before stuffing it into her shirt pocket. "Well, that was weird." The innkeep says, shrugging lazily.