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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[untoldtale]

Mingle, sure, that's what this gal's trying to do in her own pattented awkward way. Ugly duckling's trying to fit in among the swans and peacocks and majestic/scary eagles, and she's doing so by...hovering by the door to the other dining room.

Go give her some pointers, tin man.

[hasaheart]

Cain recognizes a fellow not-entirely-comfortable-with-crowds attendant, and while he supposes she's got far better reasons for her hovering (the most obvious one being the crowd is new, and the context, and all of it). For Wyatt, it is more to do with the crowd as such rather than the people.

He comes on over, one of his cheesy ham-and-stuff rolls all done up in a napkin in one hand and his own half full/half empty bottle of cider. "Here. I brought you a prop, help you blend in." He gives her a smile along with the roll, and comes to stand beside her, leaning against the door jamb. Just taking in the view from right over here, yeah, he can see why she picked this spot - all exits in clear view, no one but Extras behind them in the dining room. It's a good spot for sizing people up.

"I always tell myself to try an' get to know people, and this is a perfect opportunity, and yet..."

And yet here he is, with a half empty cider in one hand and sort of wishing he had a cigarette in the other. Or coffee. Or both.

He nods his head at the slowly assembling crowd. "Anyone here you haven't met? Maybe I can give you some insider info."

[untoldtale]

"And yet," she repeats with a wry smile, accepting the roll. "Thanks, my covert ops skills are a little rusty."

Still Cain's presence causes her to relax a bit aince the big guy's still got a little Cool Grandma vibe going on. It's reassuring, as is the casual conversation and the offer to give her pointers. Sort of like Henry telling her which "character" everyone was, only...okay it's only vaguely like that but Emma's mind is almost constantly going back to her son.

Brave face. Ask question.

"I've met most of them, I think. Not tall, pale, and creepy over there, or...the one with the nice earrings." That'll be Bags, and then she nods to Brothers Cabal at the bar. "Or those two guys."

[hasaheart]

Creepy warrior man, Glitch's fella, and...yes, good, three out of four is a good enough outcome in his book.

"Tall-pale-and-creepy is Nuada. Prince Nuada of some clan or other that I've never heard of. Seems polite enough, but there's just something about him that pegs all my old cop instincts. You know what I mean."

Once a cop, always a cop. Moving on, he gestures slightly with his bottle to the next one on the list. "That's Bagoas. Persian, dancer-- he's, I think he's the most temporally dislocated out of all of us. From real far back in Earth's history-- Used to be part of a Royal household of some sort. A courtier, I think you'd call him. Good kid, older than he looks. He and Glitch have an understanding, and a mentor/apprentice thing going." He waggles his eyebrows just a smidge, all in good fun. "Catch them in the same room together and you'll get cavities."

Questions before we move on to the last one? Hm?

[untoldtale]

Emma nods. "Yeah. Maybe I don't have cop instincts but someting's telling me to steer clear."

Then she looks at Bagoas and frowns, trying dredging up western-centric history classes that she only barely paid attention to. Persia? Where was that, Turkey? Somewhere over there where all the stuff's blowing up, she never really paid attention to the news. From him she glances at Glitch (who's at the bar and scribbling in his notebook), then back again, her expression going neutral.

She's thinking less cavities and more why don't you have a seat over there?

"Uh huh," she says, still neutral. "And Glitch is from where you're from?"

She thinks Long mentioned somehting about that.