[CLOSED] if you had any game at all it could've been a hell of a weekend

[manolia]

Who: Group 14; manolia, ukakus, cutlery, animated, thatdamnknight, and any permutations therein
When: 7/19, night
Where: a bar in the entertainment district; not one of the larger ones, but a quieter place
What: cue a post-mortem (HAHAAAAA) bar meetup!
Rating/Warning: discussion of icy asphyxiation and tentacles.

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[Ah, it's quiet here.]

[Chibi likes this place, though - it stocks his liquor of choice, and it's not too far from the public baths. (His breath keeps escaping him, so he will have to skip the baths tonight; the steam would not be good for his poor, abused chest. Your fault for killing yourself, buddy.) Usually, he sits at the bar, but now he has procured a table: a place in the back, away from people who like listening to others' conversations. It wouldn't do well to have random people intruding on the conversation, would it? Especially not after... Well, not after dying.]

[Or in Flynn's case, not dying. Lucky fucker.]

[He has a glass of arrack (neat, in a lowball glass) and a notebook, half for notes and half for scratching poetry into the paper. (Scratching is a good word for it; the Cerealian language is still clumsy under his hands, and its lines are more etched by the pen's heavy point than drawn.) If someone peeks over his shoulder, they might see snippets like:]

The top of that mountain:
Mount Zinit's shadow, an interdimensional echo,
A sentinel to guard safe passage - or unsafe?
A dreamer, guiding in its mind a Mystery - or known?
And as the Memory trapped within its chest desires passage,

[He probably won't even notice anyone is there until they pull the heavy chairs from under the table.]

Comments

[thatdamnknight]

[lucky is very relative.

mr. lucky got to deal with an intensely high fever, vomiting more than most people do in their life (is this an exaggeration, is it not, who can say)and the most enjoyable (not) hallucinations. it not at all fun and drained his strength completely chances are he wouldn't have even come out today were it not for what this little get together was.

flynn steps inside the bar. unlike during their adventure, his dress choice is casual and lacking in armor. another stark contrast is how pale his face is compared to then. beating the bug doesn't mean immediate recovery. even standing takes a lot more out of him than normal right now. spotting a familiar face at a table means not having to stand for too much longer, at least. once at the table, he pulls out a seat and sits. ahh, much better. sitting is nice, so nice.]

Thank you for orchestrating today's get-together.

[he'd honestly been curious what transpired after having been unceremoniously dumped out of the group. hopefully nothing too bad happened to them.]

[animated]

[ Charlie wanders in not too long after Flynn. He’s got a book, a yellow legal pad and a pen tucked under one arm- the former just because he wasn’t sure how long he’d be waiting for the others and he’s one of those nerds who carries a book everywhere. It looks like people are already here, though, so he probably won’t be doing any reading.

He slides into the seat next to Flynn. ]

Hey— [ and then he looks at the knight, really looks at him. ] Are you okay?

[manolia]

[Chibi offers a courteous nod to Flynn - you're welcome, it's saying - and folds his notebook to a new page... And then another new page, when the one he flipped to is covered in Draconic glyphs. Damn it, why can't he take notes in a straight line of pages like everyone else??]

[He sounds a little sheepish, even, when he says:] My apologies for... Not being able to cover you there.

[ukakus]

[Touka arrives a little after the others. Not quite late, but. You know. Not exactly early, either. She slips into one of the seats, catching bits of the current conversation.]

Sorry, I had to make a small stop before I got here.

[Translation: She had to chug down a couple of water bottles to prepare her stomach for what she'll put it through tonight. Living among normal people is lovely, and she's sure their food must be as good as they say, but her stomach would like to differ.

That said — she glances at Flynn. He doesn't look too well right now, but...]

I'm glad to see you're in one piece.

[Since she's assuming he got crushed or drowned or just had an generally unpleasant time.]

[thatdamnknight]

[flynn offers charlie a smile. it's an attempt to be reassuring if one that falls a little short.]

I'm better than I have been so please don't worry.

[no vomiting for a few hours is already considerable progress! then he turns toward chibi.]

And it's all right. None of us could have predicted that hole would be there.

[none of them were magical enough to be able to see clearly through the black water, after all. ah, and then touka comes. what great timing. that smile turns her way, too. the greeting feels a good segue into discussing what happened so that's exactly what flynn does.]

I am. My fall resulted in nearly drowning, but I wound up in the sewers before that could occur. Nothing of note happened, aside from catching [the most godawful virus ever] a severe virus that's kept me in bed until today.

[and he looks like he STILL should be in bed, truthfully.]