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Post by The Jenn on Nov 21, 2007 14:05:35 GMT -5
A busy port and tourist town had an equally respectable inn. Annie's place felt homey enough without being too shabby, obviously decorated by a woman who wanted to warmly welcome her guests without scaring them away. Decorations ran through varrying shades of browns, golds, and greens. Right ahead of the pair was a reception desk, with tables and chairs to either side, most of them occupied. The place doubled as a restaurant and tonight seemed to be busy with several ships coming into port. Many of the occupants were Lakelanders, but many of them weren't. There seemed to be a good mixed crowd today.
The Lakeland canine behind the counter, a poodle of some kind, looked up from the book he'd been scribbling into and caught sight of them. He seemed young, no more than sixteen or seventeen, and bore a Six of Clubs on his breast. He also had his bipedal form, which no doubt made the bookkeeping easier. He smiled a welcome and set down his pen. "Can I help you folks today?"
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 21, 2007 15:30:08 GMT -5
Jenn, Sera, and Bee each receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Bee on Nov 23, 2007 23:55:35 GMT -5
Mnem smiled benignly at the desk help, a younger lad who appeared nice enough, all things considered. Usually places that went by monikers such as "Annie's" were the kind of bare-bones, ludicrously down-home establishments that made Mnem want to first vomit and then smother someone to death in a plate of the house scrambled eggs. Or they were the sites of terrible murders that townspeople struggled desperately to cover up, only to have it blow up in their faces later in a spectacular and gruesome way. But this little inn was actually quite charming. A bit of the local color, as it were, without being a blinding kaleidoscope of horror.
Perhaps she would find out later if there had been any grotesque and unexplainable deaths here recently.
"I think you may be able to offer a bit of assistance," she responded amiably, "if you happen to have a couple of rooms available."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 24, 2007 21:08:27 GMT -5
The stallion was searching the inn with his usual paranoia, as Mnem took point in dealing with the young clerk. ”Specifically,” the Josiggy Marshdweller said quietly, voice pitched low. ”Two rooms.” Perhaps a bit redundant, but with how busy Annie’s appeared to be, it seemed fair to let the.. poodle ( he hadn’t seen one of these in a very long time!) know that they were only a party of two. And that he very much did not want someone to mistake them for a couple. Ew.
He let his grey-green eyes trail back to the clerk seriously and behind the weight of that gaze was his intrinsic authority even though his rank was not visible beneath the folds of his deep blue cloak. It had begun as a subconscious decision that he would not be like that other King in Quuen Serafino’s Court; he would not be like the overbearing, attention-grabbing Gaston who demanded respect. He wanted respect because those around him did, not because he flaunted his rank.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 25, 2007 7:58:47 GMT -5
The young man began to flip through a different section of the book at Mnem's request, obviously a log of some kind, and was about to open his mouth when Rai's voice made him look up again. He blinked. "Oh, two different rooms? Okay... sir." The last bit was added in a somewhat awkward tone that the boy might use to address a father or uncle or other male authority figure. The look in those eyes seemed to suggest it would be a good idea, though he couldn't catch sight of the mark on the man's chest to see what his rank might be.
Another handful of pages were flipped and he finally seemed to find what he was looking for, nodding. "Yes, we have two here side by side, though it will be more expensive for separate rooms since we only offer doubles and up on private rooms. It would be twenty-five each per night each unless you wanted to stay in the men's common and women's common. There are twelve beds there shared by anyone of your gender who happens to take one, and those are only seven per night for a bed. We offer a small breakfast included in the tab, though dinner has to be on your own. How long will you be interested in staying here with us?"
Off to the side of the room, at a large table, one creature was watching Rai, and Mnem to a lesser extent, with mild curiosity that he might or might not pick up on. She was an Avington hawk femme without the antlers quite common to her region. She seemed to have caught the air about the man.
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Post by Bee on Nov 26, 2007 19:29:28 GMT -5
Mnem very much did not like the idea of sharing quarters with a bunch of other women; she liked her privacy and she liked her quiet, and one would not be getting that packed into a room with eleven other females. Additionally, it would be more difficult to keep an eye on Shinrai, depending on how far apart the common areas were located. Even if it was the cheaper option. Damn it.
Mostly unaware of the people around her, Mnem looked at the bipedal poodle unhappily.
"I don't know quite how long we're going to be here," she said, reflectively. Long enough to check out what business was to be had, establish a few contacts, that sort of thing. She knew from experience that endeavors of that kind could take ages. Still. Better to spend the time away from prying eyes. Shinrai could be convinced to share a room. Economical, after all. "I think one room for the two of us shall suffice. We'll split the bill."
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Post by seraaches on Nov 27, 2007 4:03:37 GMT -5
The stallion’s ears flattened when Mnem just outright decided on the sleeping arrangements, but… 25 per night for a room on his own? He didn’t have enough saved up to justify that cost and, even if he was willing to spend the extra amount for that, he certainly hadn’t brought that much with him. He had nothing in this region’s bank yet and staying in the common wasn’t even an option. So be it.
”A single room then with double beds,” he agreed flatly before letting his gaze sweep the room again. This time, however, he let his grey-green eyes rest on the Avington avian whom he had caught watching them last time he looked around. Sure enough, she was still watching. His ears cocked back and he sent her an almost challenging look. His natural inclination was to turn his back on her, but he was waiting for her reaction first.
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 1, 2007 6:13:22 GMT -5
The poodle switched a few pages yet again, back to where he'd been before."Very good, sir... ma'am. You're lucky to get here when you did, really. We've got a pretty large bunch of people staying here right now, monster hunters or mercenaries or whatever they want to call themselves this time around. Add that to the sailors and such we normally have staying here and it's just about a full house. You got the second to last room." He penned a few things in the margins of the book, supposedly a bit of information about the rooming, and looked up. "And what are your names, then? We prefer the first night's board up front, but each successive night can be handled either the morning after or whenever you check out, at your preference."
Seeing the challenge, the hawk gave him an amused look and a quick wink before turning her attention elsewhere, to the man swiftly striding over to her table. Bright purple fur and elegantly scrolled markings, unreadable at such a distance, gave away his Villa heritage. She greeted him with a small gapping of her beak and a raised hand, which he kissed. Around the man's waist was a belt with several pouches and two knives. Both of them were bipeds.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 1, 2007 8:26:28 GMT -5
Shinrai lofted a brow at the bird’s glance and wink, filing away the information as she greeted the man. Still.. why had she been staring at him? He was working to be incongruous. He did turn his back on the pair for now, instead letting his gaze rove the floor again.
The stallion only half-listened to the poodle’s explanation, though the bit about monster hunters caught his ear. Evidently, he wasn’t the only curious one. He turned to glance at the dog again. ”Put down Whip and Mnem,” he instructed in answer to the question before pushing on to more interesting topics. ”Monster hunters? Out here? I thought this was a tourist town.” Better to pretend he didn’t know anything at all about the rumours. ”Why would they come all the way out here?” He was equally curious as to how the poodle might respond; perhaps the dog would give him a good lead.
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Post by Bee on Dec 2, 2007 0:08:43 GMT -5
Interested momentarily by Shinrai's seeming distraction, Mnem followed his gaze, to an Avington bipedal woman and her companion. They did not look terribly compelling to her, personally, but they must have caught the stallion's attention somehow. No matter; time enough to badger him about it later.
The moment passed, as the poodle began chatting and Shinrai responded.
Monster hunters, mercenaries? Her interest was piqued. The only things she knew about the Lakes had to deal with either straight-out business or what bits of random information she had picked up from Darrien, the sweetheart. The superstitious canine had a couple of odd ideas about what might be lurking about, but it was the first time she had heard of monsters.
She was just as curious to hear what the poodle had to say as Shinrai was. Adventure was the very best kind of diversion, and they only thing that would delight her more than making business connections was unraveling a mystery and having a bit of fun. Perhaps even Shinrai could have a good time. If such a thing were actually possible.
To the poodle, she said, curiously, "Indeed; do tell."
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