O2 ♚ I'M A LONG TIME TRAVELER HERE

[slaveking]

WHO: Character(s)
WHAT: Several Rifters and native drop-ins congregate at the Tavern as advertised via messenger crystal.
WHEN: Late January (forward-dated for recentmost app approvals!)
WHERE: The Tavern, private room
NOTES: OOC plotting here! Feel free to treat this like a general mingle log, but I will be making empty starters below for specific topics for group threads/conversation. An infodump/glossary link may also be pending from Araceli/Church.

It's past dinner time. This provides a reasonable excuse to drink only out of the ale pitchers set up for the expected guest, although there's a little bread and salt pork set up on the one bench along the wall. Dozens of chairs and a few less tables are loosely organized into groups. There's no dais or marked center for the room, the bar room version of the principles of the Arthurian round table, all being equal in the private room. Which, granted, is only as private as the public announcement and common courtesy might enforce. In other words, that can't be a real expectation.

However, the other Tavern workers are watching the door and main floor discreetly, multi-tasking with running the usual evening business. It's not so different from any other night, not even for the involuntary immigrants gathering on the second level. Drink, talk, and get to know.

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Whoa whoa whoa. 'Performed their rites' is the sort of thing you should only hear at like...a church service or an exorcism. [He considers that for a second.] Which...I guess kinda the same thing, depending. I mean. Who else is gonna do an exorcism?

I mean my point is, like, what the fuck did they do to you? Okay, we fell out of a hole in the sky, that's bad, but I think I've had all of like...one or two people ever think I was a demon. [And...not for the fact of being a Rifter but shh.] Sure I get a couple dirty looks from people sometimes but, hey, that's not actually...strange. To me.