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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by Firebird766 » 28 Aug 2016 00:22

There are so many things here that are just wrong. Confusion is far too light of a word for the expression on Marcella's face right now. Ignoring the weird cultural tidbits like whatever a university or a train or a semester is, there is something very, very fundamentally strange here.

"Normal day-time sky?" she repeats, with a bit of a squeak behind it. She taps the picture on the laptop a bit more forcefully. "There's nothing normal there! Did some madman paint the ceiling? Why? How? And how did it not block out the lights? And what do you mean, in another city? There's only the one in the entire Underground!"

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The man takes one look at the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. It's not written in Muilo, so it must not be important.

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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by elemtilas » 28 Aug 2016 01:59

Egerius wrote:I don't know what you mean. That's the normal day-time sky in my world, with some clouds, Argenzu says. He folds the piece of paper on which he wrote the curse and gives it to Berenice. She takes it and places the paper on the table where the colourful douche sits, and she returns to her place, all without looking at the man.


the old man comes out of one of the rooms back behind the ancient wood bar, clearly having done deeds of derring-do against all manner of dust-dragons and errant spider webs. rngng! midzha - boborum wara! he continues humming tunelessly, quietly.


Firebird766 wrote:There are so many things here that are just wrong. Confusion is far too light of a word for the expression on Marcella's face right now. Ignoring the weird cultural tidbits like whatever a university or a train or a semester is, there is something very, very fundamentally strange here.

"Normal day-time sky?" she repeats, with a bit of a squeak behind it. She taps the picture on the laptop a bit more forcefully. "There's nothing normal there! Did some madman paint the ceiling? Why? How? And how did it not block out the lights? And what do you mean, in another city? There's only the one in the entire Underground!"


the old man's broom quietly swishes under a couple empty tables across from the four guests. comes around to the near side of the empty tables. uu! dengdyu daka at husa, ngng!

Firebird766 wrote:The man takes one look at the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. It's not written in Muilo, so it must not be important.


and just as an errant bit of wadded paper touches the smooth wooden planks of the great hall's floor, a gentle flick of the old man's broom and *tcha!* -- the curious bit of paper disappears as if it never existed. uu, pum changs, ngng! a slight smile plays about the old man's lips. such treasure!

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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by Egerius » 28 Aug 2016 22:42

Firebird766 wrote:There are so many things here that are just wrong. Confusion is far too light of a word for the expression on Marcella's face right now. Ignoring the weird cultural tidbits like whatever a university or a train or a semester is, there is something very, very fundamentally strange here.

"Normal day-time sky?" she repeats, with a bit of a squeak behind it. She taps the picture on the laptop a bit more forcefully. "There's nothing normal there! Did some madman paint the ceiling? Why? How? And how did it not block out the lights? And what do you mean, in another city? There's only the one in the entire Underground!"

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Berenice immediately gets out Argenzu's camera and starts recording.

Oh, Argenzu only now understands that Marcella is living underground, so you're living underneath the surface of your planet? Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's clearing some confusion.

So, in my world, and I thought I told that I'm from a different planet than you are, we live on the surface of the planet, not in mines or bunkers.
We have no ceiling with artificial light, but there's the sky above us, 20 *kilometers of atmosphere, space filled with air, birds fly in the first few 100 meters, planes in 10 km of height. Yes, machines that fly.
The sun shines right through the sky with very high intensity, and so does the moon, though heconly reflects the sunlight very weakly, so you can look at the moon, but not, and NEVER EVER at the sun.
Argenzu pulls up graphics and pictures to make Marcella grasp the concepts he talked about.

And, uh, yes, we have many cities on my planet, Ro-den-tèr-ra, Argenzu stresses every syllable and pays close attention to pronounce the name clearly, distinguishing close e from open è and he tries his very best at pronouncing a trilled rhotic, not just an alveolar flap.

Many cities, many nations, many languages. I already spoke of Buonavallese, my mother tongue besidd Gniezdanian. Latin is the ancestor to Buonavallese, Argemontese and Saselvan. Then there's Wínlandisc, the tongue I speak right now. Old Alanic is a distant related language to Wínlandisc.

Anyway, I may suppose you don't know what a university is: It's something like a school, but very large, scattered across the town and you only learn about the stuff you signed up for. Say, no Maths if you signed up for Saselvan. And a semester is half a year. You pay a fee every semsester in my country to the university.

And, uh... Why exactly do you live under the surface of your planet? Was it a war?
The man takes one look at the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. It's not written in Muilo, so it must not be important.
Argenzu hears the rustling and the toss. He turns around and sees the paper... HIS paper. Argenzu smashes his hand on the table. Then he whispers.

This fucking twat, I wish I could choke him. It is utterly disrespectful to dismiss someone's writing.
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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by Firebird766 » 29 Aug 2016 00:16

Marcella gamely tries to understand what exactly is going on here. Other languages, that was fine. Everyone spoke a little different in the City. But sun, sky, planets? Flying machines? All that distance? And what was that about a surface and a war? It almost sounds like one of the stories the Engineers told about the- oh. That's what this is all about. Ugh, she was such a crawler for not realizing it sooner.

"Oh, I get it. You're a Wanderer, and Wanderers don't know nothing. I figured that since you seem sane, you had to be from the City. Just, a different cluster from me." The Underground spat them out from time to time- Marcella's grandfather had even been one- and it was commonly known that by the time they reached the City, most were mad from the endless repetition of doors, rooms, and corridors that was the Underground. "There's the City, and there's the Underground, but neither of those are literally under ground. Like, in dirt. You can dig in dirt, chip stone, burn wood. Can't do any of that in the Underground. There's no surface to go to."

"I guess some Wanderers come in from war- you'd have to be desperate to run into the Underground without tethering yourself first. But you'd have to ask folk who track that stuff, like the Engineers do. I can tell you what they say made the City, though?"

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Hey, the man's clothing was the height of fashion for nobility! Dyes were valuable, bright ones especially so. Showing off your wealth was normal.

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Post by Egerius » 29 Aug 2016 12:55

Argenzu is confused. That girl says she isn't living in an underground bunker, yet her eyes lit up when she heard him talking about a possible war. She wouldn't live in a space colony — she never heard of computers before, and the talk about wanderers doesn't have neither head nor tail. But, hey, there was talk about engineers. Maybe that's a clue to where she lives.
Firebird766 wrote:I can tell you what they say made the City, though?"
Alright, tell me about the city. And these engineers... do you know any more about them?

Berenice, Argenzu says, go to the rainbow man and... start with... the questionnaire that's on this floppy ,he's getting out something that looks like a square SD card out of his pocket and hands it to Berenice. She takes the floppy, her bag and her laptop and goes to the man.
You should film him, Argenzu says, so Berenice gets out her camera and presses a button. She inserts the floppy into the drive and opens the questionnaire.
Oh, and never put anything on the ground — that weird janitor makes things disappear as soon as they land on the ground, Argenzu adds, before turning to Marcella again.

So... My name is Berenice Warszawnik. And what's your name?
Berenice is slightly hesitant, as she heard everything that has been going on between Argenzu and that guy.
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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by Firebird766 » 29 Aug 2016 15:56

Egerius wrote:Alright, tell me about the city. And these engineers... do you know any more about them?
Marcella was never a good story-teller, and is pretty irreverent for someone in the Old District neighborhood cluster, so this isn't going to be the best tale in the world. "So there was the Architect. And he's bored or something, so he's constantly building and taking down the rooms of the Underground. He feels like connecting three bathrooms together, that's what he'll do. He think an itty-bitty door will do just great leading to a giant warehouse? Then sure he'll go for it."

"So now you have the Underground- giant maze of rooms constantly being rebuilt. His daughter, the Engineer, thinks that's a little chaotic and starts trying to make something a little more stable. So she redesigns a room, makes it giant, and stuffs a bunch of buildings in it. But the first try failed because there weren't any Markets. No Markets, no food and water. So any settling Wanderers went right back into the Underground. The second try failed because the things that come out at Streetdark came out at any old time they wanted. So all the settlers died. The third try is the City, and she's still working on it. Making it bigger, adding new buildings, making my apartment start growing another story so I tripped out the front door last week, all sorts of things. And that's it."

Egerius wrote:So... My name is Berenice Warszawnik. And what's your name?
Berenice is slightly hesitant, as she heard everything that has been going on between Argenzu and that guy.
"Otla Osanremi Hatil," answers the man. He's paying more attention to his drink than he is to her, but at least he's answering the question and not being too arrogant about it. "You are another beast-man?"

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Post by Egerius » 29 Aug 2016 17:05

Good, good, Argenzu says. Although he'd like to hear some more details, he's still happy that someone's giving him at least some information.
So... If I remember correctly you're a merchant? That's a trader. Do you have a grocery store or something?


Verromana, Berenice says, and specifically, a woman. If you want to see a beast, you should see Argenzu's dog.
Next question: Do you have a profession? A job?
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Post by Firebird766 » 29 Aug 2016 17:41

Egerius wrote:Good, good, Argenzu says. Although he'd like to hear some more details, he's still happy that someone's giving him at least some information.
So... If I remember correctly you're a merchant? That's a trader. Do you have a grocery store or something?
She shrugs. This was just like explaining things to the Morza, if the Morza were an ignorant Wanderer. No need to try to make up something on the spot. "There's the Markets, but that has nothing to do with merchanting. I find stuff in other neighborhoods, like in pawn shops, or if someone got in real early and lucky at the Market and made off with a bunch of really cheap goods. Where there's a lot of it and not enough customers for it, basically. And I get that stuff to the people who want it. Batteries and fuel are too in-demand, so it's usually stuff like gadgets, clothing, things people need but might not need right that moment."

It just happened to be that finding stuff usually meant taking it without pay, and getting to to where people want it meant dropping everything on her fence, but a stranger powerful enough to have a camera didn't need to know that. Again, just like explaining things to the Morza.
Egerius wrote:Verromana, Berenice says, and specifically, a woman. If you want to see a beast, you should see Argenzu's dog.
Next question: Do you have a profession? A job?
What kind of a word was verromana? No word he was going to say any time soon. "Next question? Is this an interrogation now?" the man asks. Without waiting for an answer, he continues. "I'm of House Otla. That would be profession enough if it weren't for my idiot brother. But he unfortunately happened in the general location of my House, so I'm inspecting fields like some hireling. Feh!"

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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by elemtilas » 29 Aug 2016 21:51

Egerius wrote:Oh, and never put anything on the ground — that weird janitor makes things disappear as soon as they land on the ground, Argenzu adds, before turning to Marcella again.
Egerius wrote:Good, good, Argenzu says. Although he'd like to hear some more details, he's still happy that someone's giving him at least some information.
So... If I remember correctly you're a merchant? That's a trader. Do you have a grocery store or something?


the old man pauses for a moment while visions of infinite cities pass before the inner eye -- kind of like the Elsewhere, when you think about it. could this traveller be...? he hears a very faint chime and, leaning the strange broom up against the wall, pulls the Device from its pocket inside his smock. Nine palleqs of pure dwimmery - well, that part of it that exists in this spatio-temporal region, anyway: a frame of compressed gold and inner workings of purest platinum; high grade gem bearings and components of several even rarer metals and stones. On its face are a number of cut gems and a round disc of slightly convex crystal. he peers into it.

nrnr! -- this is not the time.

!

the man realises he's opened the Device out in the open! he quickly slides some of the gems this way and that -- They will just have to wait!

he slips the Device back into its pocket, hoping that he has not aroused any suspicion that might compromise the Mission...

he turns, quickly retrieves his broom and heads back behind the polished wood bar, attacking every bit of dust and muck he can find.


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Post by Egerius » 30 Aug 2016 14:08

Firebird766 wrote:I find stuff in other neighborhoods, like in pawn shops, or if someone got in real early and lucky at the Market and made off with a bunch of really cheap goods. Where there's a lot of it and not enough customers for it, basically. And I get that stuff to the people who want it.
So you're redistributing goods and make sure it's all evenly – more or less – given out. This is what they should've done in the Ladroman Socialist Republic... except that there never were the goods people needed!

I'm just a humble student – not rich, not exactly poor either, and certainly not working for a government in exchange for money.
In case you're wondering, I'm doing this — Argenzu points at the camera — so our scientists learn about other cultures outside our planet. You know, it's better to be prepared for visitors than unknowingly insulting them with shaking their hands – or what they may have instead of them.
So this isn't going to anyone of your kin, but to my university and the department for extraterrestrial studies.
Firebird766 wrote:"Next question? Is this an interrogation now?" the man asks. Without waiting for an answer, he continues. "I'm of House Otla. That would be profession enough if it weren't for my idiot brother. But he unfortunately happened in the general location of my House, so I'm inspecting fields like some hireling. Feh!"
It's a survey, Berenice says. We want to learn about other cultures outside our planet. That survey — Berenice turns around her laptop and points at the screen — gives us some guidelines what to ask.
Heh, life isn't all milk and honey, but speaking about your brother as if he was an unwanted accident doesn't help.
Um, something else.
How about art? Do you have paintings, sculptures or something?
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Post by Firebird766 » 30 Aug 2016 17:29

Egerius wrote: So you're redistributing goods and make sure it's all evenly – more or less – given out. This is what they should've done in the Ladroman Socialist Republic... except that there never were the goods people needed!

I'm just a humble student – not rich, not exactly poor either, and certainly not working for a government in exchange for money.
"Who said anything about working for Morza in exchange for money? I stay as far away from Morza's business as I can." It was just healthier, really, even if you ran legit and didn't have thieves' hands. People that powerful were dangerous. "Buying and selling is where it's at."

She didn't react to the student thing. It just didn't register as something that mattered.
Egerius wrote: It's a survey, Berenice says. We want to learn about other cultures outside our planet. That survey — Berenice turns around her laptop and points at the screen — gives us some guidelines what to ask.
Heh, life isn't all milk and honey, but speaking about your brother as if he was an unwanted accident doesn't help.
Um, something else.
How about art? Do you have paintings, sculptures or something?
"My brother is a fool," Otla says with a snort. "Who else would borrow three hundred utlal* from the House, only to lose it all when the investor runs off with it?" It wasn't any harm telling her this- thanks to House Xohua, everyone knew about that little problem. They were a laughingstock now!

The art question was a welcome distraction from House politics. "Of course! What kind of a House would we be if we didn't? There are hundreds-year-old reliefs on our estates, set into the very walls of the terraces! We recently repainted the ones on the manor itself, though of course those carvings are rather newer than the field ones."

At the arrival of the newcomer, Otla turns slightly to check him out. Feathered cloak- plus. Simple boots- minus. Wooden hand- plus, as it spoke of a military background and indicated that he could actually afford a replacement limb. Still, he's not dressed right to be nobility. Hmph.

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Firebird766 wrote:"Who said anything about working for Morza in exchange for money? I stay as far away from Morza's business as I can." It was just healthier, really, even if you ran legit and didn't have thieves' hands. People that powerful were dangerous. "Buying and selling is where it's at."
Um, no. Morza isn't even a name in Buonavallese. I have a list of every politician in the Ladroman Republic up to the high Middle Ages at my hands — I can't find a ‘Morza’.
As I already said, you and me, we live on different planets. It's not different blocks of houses, different streets. We live by different concepts of recognizing what is around us — I know what a sky is, you don't. This should have ringed a bell in you.

I don't know how I could make you understand that, so I will show you this poem in my mother tongue.
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Firebird766 wrote:The art question was a welcome distraction from House politics. "Of course! What kind of a House would we be if we didn't? There are hundreds-year-old reliefs on our estates, set into the very walls of the terraces! We recently repainted the ones on the manor itself, though of course those carvings are rather newer than the field ones."
Finally something we could agree on, Berenice thinks. A faint smile appears on her face.
See? This is what my friend wanted to achieve. He wanted to learn, not accuse.
Now, we have canvas paintings, paper drawings, sculptures on anything from wood to clay to marble, calligraphic books... Digital art is recent, very recent and very diverse — even the games we play on computers can be treated as if they were art, Argenzu told me. And he's right: Some games have beautiful artwork.
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A figure appears in the door. They appear human, are wearing very plain and simple clothes. They have a small earpiece and a pair of contact lenses, noticeable by the gentle glow of a HUD in front of their pupils. They carry a small device that they flip up to produce a holographic screen with some information on it. They peer around inquisitively and with a calm yet memorised face. They walk up to the bar and sit down quietly, still looking around at all the other people and creatures.

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Egerius wrote:Um, no. Morza isn't even a name in Buonavallese. I have a list of every politician in the Ladroman Republic up to the high Middle Ages at my hands — I can't find a ‘Morza’.
As I already said, you and me, we live on different planets. It's not different blocks of houses, different streets. We live by different concepts of recognizing what is around us — I know what a sky is, you don't. This should have ringed a bell in you.

I don't know how I could make you understand that, so I will show you this poem in my mother tongue.
Argenzu literally bends over the screen of his laptop, which displays an old poem in Buonavallese, written in the Latin script. The sixteen line-long poem, a sonnet, is a medieval work in a collection of poems of Jácovo Sabino, a *‘humanist’ of the Rodentèrran Renaissance.
What does a poem have to do with anything? Especially a poem she can't read? Marcella is just going to quietly assume it has some weird cultural relevance and peer at it politely but uncomprehendingly. "You said you're 'certainly not working for the government in exchange for money' which implied that you thought I was. And the only government in Semistone is Morza's rule. Not that cabal hasn't tried to move in." She stares at the poem some more. Yep, still can't understand it. Oh well. "Not sure why you thought I was talking like he was from your Outside place."
Egerius wrote:Finally something we could agree on, Berenice thinks. A faint smile appears on her face.
See? This is what my friend wanted to achieve. He wanted to learn, not accuse.
Now, we have canvas paintings, paper drawings, sculptures on anything from wood to clay to marble, calligraphic books... Digital art is recent, very recent and very diverse — even the games we play on computers can be treated as if they were art, Argenzu told me. And he's right: Some games have beautiful artwork.
'Digital art' doesn't ring a bell at all, and neither do computers, or games that can be considered art. He supposes some game boards might be painted nicely, but they're certainly not artwork. "Do you have art done on feathers? My second brother is courting a woman who paints them- usually images of the birds they come from. He's taken to wearing them tucked into his sash. And speaking of which, clothing is another big thing back home. A new method of dyeing can start decades of new fashions."

Thinking back to Berenice's first statement, he decides he needs to comment on it. Yes, it's a little out of the way, but what of it? He's not trying to be diplomatic; he doesn't need to follow proper conversational rules. "Your friend needs a better grasp on his temper. In not accusing me, he became angry, yelled, failed to be intimidating, and left in a huff." Otla says, draining the last of his drink before setting it aside. From a pouch tucked into his sash, he produces a pipe and a pinch of tobacco. Lighting it will be a problem; normally, there are candles or a fireplace nearby to take tapers from. The lights in this place are strange- they don't seem to use fire at all, even. "Do you happen to have a tinder-box on you?"

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A dog-man walks in. His fur is white, spotted and blotched with black. He wears a red uniform coat with golden buttons and a white sash, fringed in gold and featuring some sort of blue writing. He looks around, hoping to spot a familiar face, but finds none. Instead, he spies an open seat; he moves to sit in it. He clears his throat.

"I am É3enghuúü3é re ‘Ánagngdáë3é," he says, "and I desire something stiff."
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"...H...h-hello É3enghuúü3é re ‘Ánagngdáë3é. I'm Anraþ from the Beacon City (Earth). From where do you originate?"
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Firebird766 wrote:What does a poem have to do with anything? Especially a poem she can't read? Marcella is just going to quietly assume it has some weird cultural relevance and peer at it politely but uncomprehendingly. "You said you're 'certainly not working for the government in exchange for money' which implied that you thought I was. And the only government in Semistone is Morza's rule. Not that cabal hasn't tried to move in." She stares at the poem some more. Yep, still can't understand it. Oh well. "Not sure why you thought I was talking like he was from your Outside place."
No, no, I said that about myself. I'm recording you - and everyone else for that matter – to learn from and about other cultures.
Hmm, wie haven't talked about currency yet. What does your money look like?
Firebird766 wrote:"Do you have art done on feathers? My second brother is courting a woman who paints them- usually images of the birds they come from. He's taken to wearing them tucked into his sash. And speaking of which, clothing is another big thing back home. A new method of dyeing can start decades of new fashions."

Thinking back to Berenice's first statement, he decides he needs to comment on it. Yes, it's a little out of the way, but what of it? He's not trying to be diplomatic; he doesn't need to follow proper conversational rules. "Your friend needs a better grasp on his temper. In not accusing me, he became angry, yelled, failed to be intimidating, and left in a huff." Otla says, draining the last of his drink before setting it aside. From a pouch tucked into his sash, he produces a pipe and a pinch of tobacco. Lighting it will be a problem; normally, there are candles or a fireplace nearby to take tapers from. The lights in this place are strange- they don't seem to use fire at all, even. "Do you happen to have a tinder-box on you?"
Art on feathers? No, we don't do that. But fashion, that's what we have, too. Except fashion shows display weird, unwearable shit and what normal people buy is more functional than expressive.

Um, Argenzu doesn't like people who think better of themselves over another – which you did, I heard it all. And, frankly, I don't give a shit if you're royal or not, either.
Then there's our history: We had two global wars, the second was initiated by a Taulkish lunatic who wanted to eradicate parts of the population based on their fur colour: And this war is a sensitive topic to Argenzu, because it shaped his family's past.
It's this particular behaviour that got on his nerves. And when he realized he can't move anything inside you, Argenzu left.

Berenice shakes her head as she hears that Otla is a smoker.
Berenice doesn't smoke, Argenzu does neither — even Ladroman law forbids smoking in inns, unless there is a special smoker's room.

No, no. You shouldn't smoke here. Some people can't breathe when the scent of tobacco is in the air.

Argenzu, hearing this, looks at Otla, rising an eyebrow and flipping his right hand at him, first the front, then the palm, which then is left in that position for a couple of seconds.
He then shakes his head, slowly, tracking Otla with his eyes.
Then Argenzu goes back to listening to Marcella, as if nothing happened.
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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by Firebird766 » 03 Sep 2016 02:15

Egerius wrote: No, no, I said that about myself. I'm recording you - and everyone else for that matter – to learn from and about other cultures.
Hmm, wie haven't talked about currency yet. What does your money look like?
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours. There's so much outsider money that comes in with Wanderers, but it's usually useless garbage..." Marcella reaches into her pockets and pulls out a handful of crudely-stamped aluminum and copper coins, thicker than most currencies. Most are square chips the size of a fingernail, but the largest, an aluminum coin, is four times as long and twice as wide. The large one she keeps protectively in the palm of her hand, but the others she spreads out on the table.

"This is a standard ingot," she says, bouncing the large coin in her hand. "There's aluminum, copper, gold, even some iron ones from way back when they didn't realize how worthless they'd be. An aluminum one is what you do most business in. My landlord gets thirteen of these every week. Ten's standard, but I have thieves' hands." She points out one of the square mid-sized coins. "That's a copper half-ingot. You could get a skewer with it." The finger moves on to a stamped chip. "That's an aluminum eighth-ingot. You can get a big skewer, with lots of meat and fresh from the fry-pot. Or you can get a cheap drink with alcohol in it."
Egerius wrote: Berenice shakes her head as she hears that Otla is a smoker.
Berenice doesn't smoke, Argenzu does neither — even Ladroman law forbids smoking in inns, unless there is a special smoker's room.

No, no. You shouldn't smoke here. Some people can't breathe when the scent of tobacco is in the air.

Argenzu, hearing this, looks at Otla, rising an eyebrow and flipping his right hand at him, first the front, then the palm, which then is left in that position for a couple of seconds.
He then shakes his head, slowly, tracking Otla with his eyes.
Then Argenzu goes back to listening to Marcella, as if nothing happened.
If he doesn't recognize the gesture, it must not be important. "The smell of tobacco makes people not breathe? That's madness talk. Everyone smokes." In Naqil, tobacco was plentiful and came in a wide varieties of cultivars of different qualities and prices, and those who could smoke typically did. "Except for that Kyska girl House Aceres freed- and as far as I'm aware it's just because she's still antsy about spending House money."

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Re: The Multiverse Inn

Post by elemtilas » 03 Sep 2016 03:52

the little old man perks up at the sound of new visitors to the inn - much sweeping to do, perhaps? at least no one seems to have noticed his mishap earlier; but even so, They will not wait forever for a response. but not yet . . . too many interesting things happening now . . .

nrnrnr! tapotapom at callaycallayom at asoasom: dadako an susuadlay wohako!

he works his way behind the curiously disfigured woman as she places small tiles of metal upon the table. fascinating. coming up to the gaudy man, he reaches into one of many handy pockets of his smock and draws out a brightly polished and decorated silver dish. it has carvings of tobacco plants and drying barns and bales at auction around its broad lip. he grunts at the big man: niikao! he taps the man's arm with the silver smoking dish. sets it down on the table at his side. ha! ta tapotapo i'ini ka, ha!

hopefully he'll have manners enough not to spread his dusty ashes all over the floor!

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