A Perennial Tavern - I Think I'm Turning Culdranthine (OPEN)

[Chaos Crescent]

Drake is petting a fox looking around then yawns loudly and sneezes.

[Barboneia]

He blinked, and looked after her. "Perhaps. She seems quite odd. Although I can't say I'm not amused that she got in trouble with law enforcement. Serves her right."

"... I'm just trying to get over the fangs." He shudders. "Almost as unnatural as owning a pet rabbit, I dare say."

"Maybe they're fake. I've seen novelty fangs before you can stick in your mouth. Although why she'd want them, I can't say."

[Ava Ire]

He blinked, and looked after her. "Perhaps. She seems quite odd. Although I can't say I'm not amused that she got in trouble with law enforcement. Serves her right."

"... I'm just trying to get over the fangs." He shudders. "Almost as unnatural as owning a pet rabbit, I dare say."

Gwen walked in, holding a book in her hands, as she moved over to a table. Arthur trailed in after her.

Celeste waves hello at the two. "Did you two want in on the drinks today or should we save it for another night?"

Arthur turned towards her direction. He smiled. "Ah, Celeste. How do you do? I don't see why we can't go for drinks now, mm?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"... I'm just trying to get over the fangs." He shudders. "Almost as unnatural as owning a pet rabbit, I dare say."

"Maybe they're fake. I've seen novelty fangs before you can stick in your mouth. Although why she'd want them, I can't say."

Judging by the fact that she seems to be using them to eat jerky on her way back with Desmond's stout, that theory is unlikely. She places his drink on the table, and yawns.

"... I'm just trying to get over the fangs." He shudders. "Almost as unnatural as owning a pet rabbit, I dare say."


Celeste waves hello at the two. "Did you two want in on the drinks today or should we save it for another night?"

Arthur turned towards her direction. He smiled. "Ah, Celeste. How do you do? I don't see why we can't go for drinks now, mm?"

"I'm decent! Tsengsi's off bowing to the emperor or something, so I get some time without him looking over my shoulder. Why, I might even be able to talk to a male without being chastised!" She says, waving her arms around jokingly, before heading over to their table and finding herself a seat. "Ey! Aelwyd!"

The sharp-toothed Culdranth quickly ran over with a piece of paper and a block of wood. "Melanth lager for me, whatever zhese fine folk want for themselves."

[Chaos Crescent]

"Maybe they're fake. I've seen novelty fangs before you can stick in your mouth. Although why she'd want them, I can't say."

Judging by the fact that she seems to be using them to eat jerky on her way back with Desmond's stout, that theory is unlikely. She places his drink on the table, and yawns.

Arthur turned towards her direction. He smiled. "Ah, Celeste. How do you do? I don't see why we can't go for drinks now, mm?"

"I'm decent! Tsengsi's off bowing to the emperor or something, so I get some time without him looking over my shoulder. Why, I might even be able to talk to a male without being chastised!" She says, waving her arms around jokingly, before heading over to their table and finding herself a seat. "Ey! Aelwyd!"

The sharp-toothed Culdranth quickly ran over with a piece of paper and a block of wood. "Melanth lager for me, whatever zhese fine folk want for themselves."

Drake would hear this and goes to talk with her...not he would just laugh. Or maybe he does bah don't know nor care.

[Barboneia]

"Maybe they're fake. I've seen novelty fangs before you can stick in your mouth. Although why she'd want them, I can't say."

Judging by the fact that she seems to be using them to eat jerky on her way back with Desmond's stout, that theory is unlikely. She places his drink on the table, and yawns.

"Interesting..." He folded his arms as he waited for their server to arrive with their drinks. "The service here is awful. Back in London, our waiters were quick and attentive! Except for the Irish... Ech."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Judging by the fact that she seems to be using them to eat jerky on her way back with Desmond's stout, that theory is unlikely. She places his drink on the table, and yawns.

"Interesting..." He folded his arms as he waited for their server to arrive with their drinks. "The service here is awful. Back in London, our waiters were quick and attentive! Except for the Irish... Ech."

She finishes eating her jerky and glares at him intently. "First you insult a waitress on her first day of the job, and then you make fun of the Irish! No wonder everybody hates the Brits. Pen cachu." Aelwyd huffs and walks off.

[Ava Ire]

Arthur turned towards her direction. He smiled. "Ah, Celeste. How do you do? I don't see why we can't go for drinks now, mm?"

"I'm decent! Tsengsi's off bowing to the emperor or something, so I get some time without him looking over my shoulder. Why, I might even be able to talk to a male without being chastised!" She says, waving her arms around jokingly, before heading over to their table and finding herself a seat. "Ey! Aelwyd!"

The sharp-toothed Culdranth quickly ran over with a piece of paper and a block of wood. "Melanth lager for me, whatever zhese fine folk want for themselves."

"Uh... I've never actually had an alcoholic beverage before. I think I'll take cider, then. Oh, non-alcoholic, of course," said Gwen, before picking up her book again to read. On the cover was the title Shake-Speares Sonnets in a bold font. Arthur cleared his throat. "I'd prefer some good rum, of course!" he said.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"I'm decent! Tsengsi's off bowing to the emperor or something, so I get some time without him looking over my shoulder. Why, I might even be able to talk to a male without being chastised!" She says, waving her arms around jokingly, before heading over to their table and finding herself a seat. "Ey! Aelwyd!"

The sharp-toothed Culdranth quickly ran over with a piece of paper and a block of wood. "Melanth lager for me, whatever zhese fine folk want for themselves."

"Uh... I've never actually had an alcoholic beverage before. I think I'll take cider, then. Oh, non-alcoholic, of course," said Gwen, before picking up her book again to read. On the cover was the title Shake-Speares Sonnets in a bold font. Arthur cleared his throat. "I'd prefer some good rum, of course!" he said.

Aelwyd scribbles down 'cider for lightweight' and then 'rum'. "Aight. "I'll be right back." She skitters off to the bar, and Lao starts pouring some drinks.

Celeste briefly looked over to see the cover of her book, smiling slightly. "Ah, I love Shakey-spear! My s-... brother, even. English is still new to me... anyways! Tsengsi and I spent a few years in England just to see his plays! Great works of art, they are."

[Barboneia]

"Interesting..." He folded his arms as he waited for their server to arrive with their drinks. "The service here is awful. Back in London, our waiters were quick and attentive! Except for the Irish... Ech."

She finishes eating her jerky and glares at him intently. "First you insult a waitress on her first day of the job, and then you make fun of the Irish! No wonder everybody hates the Brits. Pen cachu." Aelwyd huffs and walks off.

"Well, I have good reason to insult them! They're good for nothing, lazy, drunken f-" He watches her leave, and he folds his arms. "Hmph. Now I'll never get my drink."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She finishes eating her jerky and glares at him intently. "First you insult a waitress on her first day of the job, and then you make fun of the Irish! No wonder everybody hates the Brits. Pen cachu." Aelwyd huffs and walks off.

"Well, I have good reason to insult them! They're good for nothing, lazy, drunken f-" He watches her leave, and he folds his arms. "Hmph. Now I'll never get my drink."

Aurelian simply shrugs his shoulders. "Now you'll have to go through some elaborate tribal ritual to get her to bring you drinks, I imagine. The pattern on her outfit suggests the Surlet family... likely involves either money or orgies."

[Barboneia]

"Well, I have good reason to insult them! They're good for nothing, lazy, drunken f-" He watches her leave, and he folds his arms. "Hmph. Now I'll never get my drink."

Aurelian simply shrugs his shoulders. "Now you'll have to go through some elaborate tribal ritual to get her to bring you drinks, I imagine. The pattern on her outfit suggests the Surlet family... likely involves either money or orgies."

Desmond's eyes widen in horror. "...Can't I just go and get the drink myself?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Aurelian simply shrugs his shoulders. "Now you'll have to go through some elaborate tribal ritual to get her to bring you drinks, I imagine. The pattern on her outfit suggests the Surlet family... likely involves either money or orgies."

Desmond's eyes widen in horror. "...Can't I just go and get the drink myself?"

"If the bartender..."

Carmel briefly inserts herself into the conversation, having just started her break. "If he alLAOS it." Somewhere, off in the distance, ba-dum-tish. She promptly walks off.

[Barboneia]

Desmond's eyes widen in horror. "...Can't I just go and get the drink myself?"

"If the bartender..."

Carmel briefly inserts herself into the conversation, having just started her break. "If he alLAOS it." Somewhere, off in the distance, ba-dum-tish. She promptly walks off.

He stared at her as she walked off, and he seemed to physically cringe. He glanced at Aurelian warily. "Good God. I don't know how her brother can listen to her jokes all the time, I'd get brain damage." He looked back at her walking off. "She's pretty cute, though, isn't she?'

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"If the bartender..."

Carmel briefly inserts herself into the conversation, having just started her break. "If he alLAOS it." Somewhere, off in the distance, ba-dum-tish. She promptly walks off.

He stared at her as she walked off, and he seemed to physically cringe. He glanced at Aurelian warily. "Good God. I don't know how her brother can listen to her jokes all the time, I'd get brain damage." He looked back at her walking off. "She's pretty cute, though, isn't she?'

"Her brother's the cheeky lad with the spiky helmet and moustache, right? I think he's already got brain damage." He briefly looks at her as she walks away, though promptly recoils with terror in his eyes, looking like he just about had a heart attack. "GOOD GOD THOSE FANGS."

[Chaos Crescent]

Drake would prod someone idly wondering if this method would work.

[Ava Ire]

"Uh... I've never actually had an alcoholic beverage before. I think I'll take cider, then. Oh, non-alcoholic, of course," said Gwen, before picking up her book again to read. On the cover was the title Shake-Speares Sonnets in a bold font. Arthur cleared his throat. "I'd prefer some good rum, of course!" he said.

Aelwyd scribbles down 'cider for lightweight' and then 'rum'. "Aight. "I'll be right back." She skitters off to the bar, and Lao starts pouring some drinks.

Celeste briefly looked over to see the cover of her book, smiling slightly. "Ah, I love Shakey-spear! My s-... brother, even. English is still new to me... anyways! Tsengsi and I spent a few years in England just to see his plays! Great works of art, they are."

Gwen smiled. "Oh yes, his works are monumental!" she exclaimed. "I've read many of his plays and sonnets, but I must say that Hamlet is among my favorites."

[Barboneia]

He stared at her as she walked off, and he seemed to physically cringe. He glanced at Aurelian warily. "Good God. I don't know how her brother can listen to her jokes all the time, I'd get brain damage." He looked back at her walking off. "She's pretty cute, though, isn't she?'

"Her brother's the cheeky lad with the spiky helmet and moustache, right? I think he's already got brain damage." He briefly looks at her as she walks away, though promptly recoils with terror in his eyes, looking like he just about had a heart attack. "GOOD GOD THOSE FANGS."

Desmond glances back at him. "...I don't think she has fangs. We already talked about the other Culdranth woman with fangs. I think she's the only one."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Drake would prod someone idly wondering if this method would work.

Periscus squints over at him for a while.

Aelwyd scribbles down 'cider for lightweight' and then 'rum'. "Aight. "I'll be right back." She skitters off to the bar, and Lao starts pouring some drinks.

Celeste briefly looked over to see the cover of her book, smiling slightly. "Ah, I love Shakey-spear! My s-... brother, even. English is still new to me... anyways! Tsengsi and I spent a few years in England just to see his plays! Great works of art, they are."

Gwen smiled. "Oh yes, his works are monumental!" she exclaimed. "I've read many of his plays and sonnets, but I must say that Hamlet is among my favorites."

"I really enjoyed Twelth Night, myself. I'm a bigger fan of comedies than tragedies, mostly because I deal with a lot of the latter." She clears her throat. "Hamlet was the one with the Danes in it, right?"

Aelwyd skitters over with a tray of drinks, placing them on the table. Celeste gives her some sort of elaborate hand gesture, and takes a swig of her lager.

"Her brother's the cheeky lad with the spiky helmet and moustache, right? I think he's already got brain damage." He briefly looks at her as she walks away, though promptly recoils with terror in his eyes, looking like he just about had a heart attack. "GOOD GOD THOSE FANGS."

Desmond glances back at him. "...I don't think she has fangs. We already talked about the other Culdranth woman with fangs. I think she's the only one."

He breathes heavily and attempts to recover. "You didn't just see her head turn all the way around and snap at me?" He looks at his hands for a moment and rubs his face. "I think I'm losing my mind. Oh well... she's, passable, I suppose." He briefly pokes his head out of the booth and speaks to Desmond quietly. "I prefer ones that aren't flat as twigs, personally... If I didn't grow up with her I'd be all over Celeste."

[Chaos Crescent]

Drake would prod someone idly wondering if this method would work.

Periscus squints over at him for a while.

He would stare back for a bit.

'Hallo?'

[Barboneia]

Desmond glances back at him. "...I don't think she has fangs. We already talked about the other Culdranth woman with fangs. I think she's the only one."

He breathes heavily and attempts to recover. "You didn't just see her head turn all the way around and snap at me?" He looks at his hands for a moment and rubs his face. "I think I'm losing my mind. Oh well... she's, passable, I suppose." He briefly pokes his head out of the booth and speaks to Desmond quietly. "I prefer ones that aren't flat as twigs, personally... If I didn't grow up with her I'd be all over Celeste."

"She's alright, I guess. But really, it's not all looks, you know? It's also one's personality. I mean, a lady can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair, or even just a bit bowed at the knee, if she can show a faultless personality. And although I've known her for just a short while, I can gladly say Ms. Carmel has a great personality." He smiled, and leaned back in the booth.

[Ava Ire]

Gwen smiled. "Oh yes, his works are monumental!" she exclaimed. "I've read many of his plays and sonnets, but I must say that Hamlet is among my favorites."

"I really enjoyed Twelth Night, myself. I'm a bigger fan of comedies than tragedies, mostly because I deal with a lot of the latter." She clears her throat. "Hamlet was the one with the Danes in it, right?"

Aelwyd skitters over with a tray of drinks, placing them on the table. Celeste gives her some sort of elaborate hand gesture, and takes a swig of her lager.

Arthur smiled at the sight of the drinks. "Ah, at last!" He eagerly grabbed his mug of rum, taking a swig. Gwen looked up, and took her cider. Gingerly, she took a sip. "Um, Hamlet? Yes, that was the one with the Danes and such," she said in between sips of the cider. "I do love reading. But, I think, old spell tomes and alchemy articles are the most interesting to peruse through."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Periscus squints over at him for a while.

He would stare back for a bit.

'Hallo?'

"... Hello. Why are you poking me?"

Arthur smiled at the sight of the drinks. "Ah, at last!" He eagerly grabbed his mug of rum, taking a swig. Gwen looked up, and took her cider. Gingerly, she took a sip. "Um, Hamlet? Yes, that was the one with the Danes and such," she said in between sips of the cider. "I do love reading. But, I think, old spell tomes and alchemy articles are the most interesting to peruse through."

"Reading's my main hobby as well. Something to do on the train or in the carriage..." She purses her lips, and thumbs through her pockets, digging around until she finds a small book titled 'Ahl Cuhltian Magicks of the Epic Era', and slides it across the table towards Gwen. "That's one of my favorite reads. Lots of information on old, outdated spells that don't really impress nowadays, but it's fun to learn about how magic was first utilized."

"She's alright, I guess. But really, it's not all looks, you know? It's also one's personality. I mean, a lady can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair, or even just a bit bowed at the knee, if she can show a faultless personality. And although I've known her for just a short while, I can gladly say Ms. Carmel has a great personality." He smiled, and leaned back in the booth.

Carmel briefly appears in the booth, snickering. "I wonder if you're aware of how many works of art you're referencing.." She promptly leaves as soon as she came with no clear idea of how she got there.

Aurelian shakes slightly. "I think she's got an absolutely terrifying personality, myself."

[Chaos Crescent]

"... Hello. Why are you poking me?"

'I wanted to talk with someone and I am sorry for poking you.'

[Barboneia]

"She's alright, I guess. But really, it's not all looks, you know? It's also one's personality. I mean, a lady can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair, or even just a bit bowed at the knee, if she can show a faultless personality. And although I've known her for just a short while, I can gladly say Ms. Carmel has a great personality." He smiled, and leaned back in the booth.

Carmel briefly appears in the booth, snickering. "I wonder if you're aware of how many works of art you're referencing.." She promptly leaves as soon as she came with no clear idea of how she got there.

Aurelian shakes slightly. "I think she's got an absolutely terrifying personality, myself."

Desmond stared at the spot where Carmel had just been. However, he didn't seem terrified or creeped out at all. "But she's so interesting! Like, how did she manage to do that just now? We may never know! I really must get to know her better sometime."