061 ± [visual / location: the black friar] done with all the circlin' round

[aintnoconvict]

"All right, I'll try and make this quick:"

Glitch? Getting to the point in a reasonable amount of time? Is it possible?

"For those who don't know me: my name's Glitch, I'm that guy who's been here since forever and kinda know the most about all the...stuff that goes on here. Sorta."

No, no it is not.

"Anyway, ah...I've been studying the lighthouse and found some peculiarities with the light-beam thingy which I wanna discuss with everyone. Or most of you, if you can make it. Plus there was that whole hanging out and having drinks thing which I mentioned before all the stuff north of the river happened-- hey we can talk about that too."

Yeah he is taking notes now, all frowny and confuzzled.

"Right! Unless you've got something drastic going on, let's meet at the Black Friar after sundown for the...sunlight-avoidant. First round of drinks is on me. See you later."


ooc: Gathering of the citizens! This is a mingle log so tag in, tag each other, frolic away. I will be adding a tag of Glitch discussing his Very Scientific Observations and there will e a Q&A to follow which I hope will e full of threadjacking. And here havesome pub details. Go go go!

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[aintnoconvict]

Yeah Glitch is going to come sauntering over to investigate and say hi.

"Hi," he says with a smile, one arm out to take the basket from his friend. "I...kinda forgot the whole potluck aspect, but again I'm buying the first round." Then he eyes the package and grimaces a little. "Okay I kinda forgot a few things but there was science. Sorry."

[hasaheart]

"Hey," Cain replies, handing over the basket and seeing the chance of adding a one-armed hug to the proceedings, he runs with that idea.

"Say no more. Here," he adds, placing the neatly wrapped gift box on top of the white-and-blue checkered cloth. "Open it whenever you want, but..." He shrugs, and his eyebrows mimic the motion. "Before I forget: it's to remind you of your past, so you can go forward in the new annual."

The words said, according to their Ozian ways, Wyatt tips his hat and heads for the bar. Cider might be nice. It's been ages since he last had a proper cider.

In the box itself, there's a round, flat wood carving much more stylized and less detailed than the picture reference of the olden times O.Z logotype - the capital O and Z intertwined as if there never was and never would be so much as a punctuation mark between them.

[aintnoconvict]

He'll open it when he gets home, and he'll smile fondly, and laugh, and admire the craftsmanship in good light and with a magnifier, and he'll hang it up beside the painting in his study. Place of pride and all that.

After the meeting part of the...meeting, and having decided he needs one more drink, Glitch settles into the booth they'd shared all those months ago (with the lunch and the singing). He's not sure if he'll call the evening a success, but it's given him things to think about and new faces to memorize.

Not that a familiar one would go amiss at all.

[hasaheart]

True to form, Wyatt comes on over, winter coat slung over his arm and his knitted scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, and his trusted old hat hanging from that same hand. In his other hand is a cup of, you guessed it, coffee.

"Hey. That was some town meeting, all right." Sliding into the booth, he shoots his best friend a small grin. "What do you make of the new folks?"

[aintnoconvict]

Coffee! The very idea, we're all quite shocked.

"I think I'm going to have to ask Mayland what all that was about," Glitch replies with a frazzled smile. "And Bagoas, for that matter, but overall I'm just glad they took enough of an interest to show up."

He frowns, thinking of Sherlock. "For some value of 'showing up,' at least. Meanwhile: beardy guy has...some ideas, and I think I saw on the map Miss Swan's taken over Fitz's old place?" He shrugs. "Any thoughts yourself?"

[hasaheart]

Wyatt tilts his head to the side in a shrug that isn't a shrug. "Might have better luck with Bagoas. Knowing Long, he'll probably be mortified that he let the guy get to him." Maybe. Maybe not. Not like Wyatt ever thought he'd see the guy even halfway to riled up.

"New folks...well. I talked to one of the brothers, Horst Brauer, brown-haired one. I think they're brothers." Anyway, says his eyebrows as he slides his fingers around the glossy brown-glazed ceramic.

"Charming, polite. First impression of him is a good one, plus given tonight he seems savvy enough to navigate tricky social situations." Which may or may not have something to do with his brother or friend, and how long they go back if they didn't grow up together. "Told him about the blood donations, he'd let us know if that was a Thing."

Listen to him, he's tired - and sometimes, teetering the edge of Glitch's own brand of vernacular is simply easier. "Said he dabbles in hypnotism. Don't know what to make of that yet, but we'll see. Might be useful down the line."

Moving on. "Don't know about Cabal. He's trying to cope, I guess. Emma's keeping her nose above water, so's Jeremy Fischer - bearded guy with the hair - and I still don't trust creepy warrior man."

[aintnoconvict]

"Mmhm." Yes, he'll certainly chat with Bagoas about all this later: this is the closest they've come to having palace intrigue in the city, it's not an opportunity to waste. They'll be like rival spies having a clandestine meeting, maybe trade information for favors...come back, headcase. There are vampire hypnotists afoot.

(And that thought makes him scratch at the right side of his neck where there is no mark but one Eric Northman did, after judicious application of enthrallment, bite and drink with no one ever the wiser.)

"I talked to Horst briefly too, he's interested in the Extras." Which seems understandable enough, they're one of the more obvious curiosities in town. The others he nods at, though mention of creepy warrior guy get a half-smile. "And if it makes you feel any better at all, Prince Nuada has not darkened my door since we made our deal."