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Dotting as well
Lisa's expression softens slightly at the mention of free alcohol.
"Very well. I've been, erm, meaning to test the recreational alcohol of this world. Lead the way, Victor." She takes his hand and walks to the table with him.
I follow VJ to the corner table and sit down.
"I'm Vanna..." Trailing off for a second. "Just Vanna. What does this place serve. I'll take a vintage Santa Sofia Amarone Valpolicella."
As I sit, very properly mind you, I scrunch my nose as I try wiping my end of the table with my gloved hand.
"Lisa is it? You seem different. And I don't mean your accessories. Your features are something I haven't seen before. Elf-like, but not."
[ooc]I suppose it is up to Tatu to decide if he wants to acknowledge me or not.[ooc]
I return carrying three drinks. An Apple-tini for Lisa, Short Fuzzy for me, and a Rum “Fancy” for Vanna
“Ladies, the first one’s on me, but after that, you’re on the good credit of your charm.”
I will try to sit close to Vanna
“Normally, I don’t like to talk about work, but something odd happened today. You see this afternoon I got a visit from a drop dead gorgeous broad the likes of which I’ve never seen before, a real looker, and she has only one simple request. Find out what’s happening in the red light district. That’s it, nothing more than that. So, I’m thinking, what is happening here? It’s almost like something is cooking, but the lids on tight and you can’t smell the stew, if you know what I mean. So, here I am in the company of you two dames and I say to myself, VJ, what are two ladies like these doing down here, and I’m thinking we are about to blow the lid off that pot. Somebody’s cooking and we should find out who it is, and why.”
Lisa sees that Victor is beckoning someone over, but she's busy answering Vanna's question.
"Well, Vanna, I am a Lashunta, from the Green Planet Castrovel. I crash landed here several years ago, and I don't remember anything about my past or what I'm doing here." She answers quickly and evenly, as though she has answered the question hundreds of times - which, to be fair, she has.
Lisa gets a sad look in her eyes as she looks up at where she knows Castrovel to be in the sky.
"And by the way, Victor, who were you motioning to just now?"
"That is a story indeed! I have only read about that planet in books during my lessons. Wish I'd have paid more attention then." Seeing Lisa's expression she cuts off before she says anything wrong.
I take the drink offered by VJ when he returns.
After hearing his idea. "Are you suggesting we join forces to uproot some sinister plot in the red light district. If you ask me, the only thing going on is debauchery and desperate men trying to win a woman's favor." I cock an eyebrow with a smug look directed at VJ.
I take a drink of my glass, then grimace sharply. "Ugh, that is not at all how I remember it." As I set the glass down on the table.
Lisa comments on Vanna's appraisal of Victor's new case."Now, Vanna, don't be so quick to dismiss Victor. I hear he's a very good detective - when he isn't in some scheme of debauchery and trying to win a woman's favor." She laughs, a slightly quiet, awkward thing, like she hadn't done it in quite a while.
”Who, me? What? What did I do? Oh, you saw that."
"Well, it’s like this toots. I seen a friend at the end of the bar, a real nice guy, you’ll like him, and he looks like he is drinking all alone, so I think, sure, let’s invite him over, no harm.”
“Now you’re not keeping an eye on old Vic now, are you? Jealous a bit? A hot Doll like you has got nothing to worry about, I’m all ears and eyes for the two of you, a pair of dames to write home about.”
Lisa flares up. This is the last time Victor will call her a 'Doll!' As far as she can tell, it's supposed to be a term of endearment, but...
"I don't care if you buy me drinks, don't you dare call me a 'hot Doll,' or I will track you down one night and strangle you."
I fold my arms. "I haven't made my judgement yet on Victor. I will hear him out at least." Turning back to Victor. "You did buy us a drink. Invite your friend, what's one more person. Then explain your theory with us 'detective'." I emphasize the word detective.
"So, does that mean you're okay with toots?"
“Did you pick up on something out of the normal range of my favorite kind of debauchery, or are you just foolin’ around?”
“You know, it sort of reminds me of this poem I once read”
When my love swears she is made of truth I do believe her though I know she lies
That she might think me some untutored youth
Unlearned in the worlds false subtleties
Thus vainly thinking she thinks me young
Though she knows my years are past the best
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust
And age in love loves not to have years told
Therefore I lie with her and she with me
And in our faults, by lies, we flatter’d be
"No, that does not mean I'm okay with 'toots,' Victor. I'm just angered by your astounding idiocy despite your obvious intelligence." Lisa sighs and begins to drink her apple-tini.
A nervous and frustrated looking young woman enters the bar, looking around she's surprised to see one of her own kind there, and nervously approaches.
Who are you, and who are these people, there's danger and a conspiracy on Castroval, I need help and no-one will listen to me.
The woman looks intensely at Lisa, ignoring the others for now.
Lisa freezes and looks at Elai as she realizes another Lashunta has found her.
these people, are, erm, friends. I'm known as Lisa here, but I do not know what my original name is. What danger do you speak of? Come talk to us over here. What is your name?
Lisa beckons for Elai to join her, tears forming in her eyes.
I've finally found another Lashunta! Maybe she can lead me back!
I laugh pleasantly. "Lisa speaks true. Your demeanor and dress betray your intelligence. If you tried I'm sure you could go far. Oh, and a word of warning. Be careful with me, you are liable to get burned. I can only tolerate so many advances."
I pick up the glass and take another sip, then put it back down. "Nope." As if I'm addressing the glasses inquiry as to if I was gonna drink it.
I turn to the new person, who resembles Lisa a lot. I watch this staring contest unfold.
Lisa breaks her gaze and steals Vanna's drink.
"You don't mind if I drink this, do you?"
not bothering to wait for a response, she drinks the whole glass of rum in one go.
That couldn't possibly be a Lashunta.
"Well?"
Glancing around at the others, she switches to the language they are using.
"I'm sorry, I am Elai. Is this drink intoxicating? I think perhaps I could use some." Elai's accent is slightly odd, a little Elvish, though as if learned and not spoken often.
Lisa immediately begins to babble questions at Elai in Lashunta.
"Castroval is fine... and wet, but there is a conspiracy there to invade Golarion, I have tried speaking to people here, but they do not believe my warnings."
Elai looks appraisingly over the gathered company as she speaks.
"Whoa, she is going off. You may be able to get Victor here to buy you a drink. Beckoning over to the gentleman at the table. The moment there is a pause in Lisa You two know each other?"
Lisa pauses for a moment and considers how to answer Vanna's question.
"She is the first of my race that I have seen in six years. I don't know her, but I'm still glad to see her."
*cough*
"Sadly I have no plans, I discovered evidence, and fled for my life, I evidently did not have the forethought to think beyond that. Not a mistake I will repeat."
Aaaand back to common:
"Victor is it, I will trust your judgement on an appropriate form of intoxication, if you are providing?"
"um, I wouldn't - " Lisa paused as she considered her statement. "actually, never mind - you can definitely trust Victor. Just be careful about taking his suggestions - or speaking to him at all."
"Ladies, I'll be right back"
"Oh, what now, Victor?"
"Just going for another round of drinks. Besides, a guy who is smart would know when he is out numbered, right?
i'd like to hear from the others now, feel like I'm hogging, maybe get a push from the DM
"Well two of your kind here at this same moment can't be coincidence. What brings you here?"
Lisa sees how uncomfortable Elai is feeling about the situation and fills in Vanna herself.
"She says that the Lashunta are planning an invasion of Golarion. She doesn't have any evidence, though, so no one will believe her."
“Professor, this place doesn’t look half as bad as the one down the road. More to the point, I’m tired, thirsty and hungry. Let’s stop here for the night and then go to the university tomorrow.”
Fijit shrugs her pack and strides into the Round Buckles. After a week of traveling, it will be nice to sleep in a real bed and to eat something cooked well rather than eating more jerky.
Invasion!? I gasped. I wasn't too interested, to be honest, at first, when she mentioned invasion it caught me off guard. Composing myself. "I want to believe her.
"You don't sound too convinced, Vanna."
"Don't misunderstand. I once heard about plans of an invasion. It seems out there, but I believe her."
Lisa is slightly taken aback by Vanna's comment.
"But I though Golarion couldn't get off-world news...?"
"I overhead a conversation. It is the reason I am in a filthy place like this.
Professor Addermire finishes the surprisingly difficult task of navigating his brimming pack of clattering glass instruments through the door, adjusts his lapels, straightens his glasses, and looks around the room. "I say young Fijit, this does not exactly have the appearance of a proper upstanding establishment... I hope at least the rates are reasonable..."
He slumps into a chair, giving his pack a once over to ensure nothing has managed to come loose and cause a nasty spill, and to retrieve his latest journal, taking notes on the day's observations.
Figit places her bag carefully next her chair, slightly out of breath from carrying it around all day. Once she gets her wind back, she straightens up to her full 3 feet, 4 inches and says, "I'm going to get something to drink and inquire about prices for the night. Would you like anything while I am up?"
A young boy, dressed much like any other guttersnipe, scurries out to buss a table as the patron stands to follow one of the 'staff' out the door & up the stairs. His eyes widen as he notices the two unusual women, then he quickly shakes his head & wipes down the table.
Not bothering to look up from his notes, the professor replies in a mutter "Some tea, if they have it. The hot water cleanses any impurities from what's doubtlessly an unwashed glass. Alcohol would of course do the same, but I'd just as soon keep my wits in a place like this."
"Eh, I'm going to get a drink Lisa. I'll leave you two to discuss, was it Lashunta? Nevermind." I get up and move over to the bar, dodging a small boy along the way. Hearing a nearby halfling order tea and question the price of the rooms. "Ooh, I think I'll take some of that too. The wine here is terrible." I lean up on the counter. "And the rooms can't be that expensive. Have you seen this place?"
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@ Vanna
What? says an old Nasian man behind the bar. My dear girl, I promise you that I only charge a slight margin on the rooms themselves. Where I make my money is on the...entertainment. He gestures across the room. You turn expecting to see something sinister, but instead find he is only indicating an old magnimarian Juke box. He busts out laughing
Bwa ha ha!