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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horst can TRY

[somelittleinfamy]

"Hardly." Johannes laughs. He has a clear, piercing voice, more so when he's not endeavoring to lower it for purposes of solemnity and seriousness, which is projecting it unfortunately at the moment. He lifts up his empty shot glass and makes a great show of looking at it. "Maybe a little tipsy," he allows. "What of it? Would he not have a little railroad tracked into his skull if I were sober? I don't believe I'm that drunk, Herr--"

He makes a face, clearly trying to recall Long's name and if he's met him yet. Instead he shakes his head--"I'm being lectured on temperance by a," he flicks his fingers, "yaoguai, or a yōkai, or a djinn. Mein Gott." Johannes clears his throat and waves his hand again, in the universal gesture for oh, do go on. "Never mind," he says in thick, slurred English. "I'm very sorry. No, go on. Do carry on with the. Lighthouses."

lawl

[imperial_long]

And now the fellow calls him a demon!? Long sits up very straight in his chair, eyes flashing; to be called in the first place English, and then to be mistaken for some mere ambitious little spirit...!

--no, no, prudence. Folly to be aggravated by a sot, and all that. Long keeps his mouth primly shut.

Still, it is probably just as well Bagoas slides on into the conversation, all things considered.

also what the hell did I wake up to

[aintnoconvict]

There is half a moment there where Glitch tenses and prepares to jump in a break up a fight at his nice, civilized, cozy meeting. Cooler heads prevail but...bad. Bad bad bad. This is why there's never been much of a coalition among the citizens, he thinks, and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I'll want a translation later," he mutters, mostly to himself, and looks up again.

"Unfortunately, I don't...I don't know much more, hence asking for help with looking into it further." For which he's now kicking himself. Investigate first, present findings later, doing otherwise leads to getting dismissed as a crackpot. "Which from what we've gathered means climbing or-- I guess Maddy could take me up in the plane, though it'd be easier with something that hovered."

Visions of da Vinci-like contraptions dance through his head but are qucikly dismissed. He leans back against the mantle and folds his arms, a bit morose. "Sorry. If Tony were still here he'd probably have the whole thing sorted out and blasted to bits by now, but...you're stuck with me."