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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[skinandbone]

"It...I grew up outside, hunting and gathering" - and yes, those are two distinctly separate activities - "but I've spent the past six years of my life in Steel City to pay for school. It's just...so nice to see growing things, and birds and animals, even if they're not the right plants and birds and animals."

And there is privacy. Can't forget that. With no eyes on him, Metody can be whatever he wants.

[smecker]

There's no flash of recognition in Paul's face at 'Steel City', but then, there hasn't been for anyone else in Taxon either. He gives another small nod-slash-shrug, okay then, you want to be out with the bugs and the dirt then he'll leave you to it.

"Spoken like a true hippie," Paul says without any malice. "Be careful out there, I think there's a lot of wildlife and some are probably nastier than others."

(Again, spoken like a total city boy with only the loosest conception of what wildlife is dangerous. Bears? Are there bears? Shit something like that. Wolf howls, who knows.)

[skinandbone]

"There was one big...toothy tooth thing. But I managed to scare it off. I did see a bear too! It was pretty cool. Mind you, I watched it from a long ways off, because soon as it showed up, I evaporated. But on the whole you leave things alone, and they will leave you alone."

[smecker]

"....a big toothy thing that wasn't a bear? I thought that's what they were," Paul says, still bleeding city-boy all over his words and general demeanor. He shakes his head a little, shrugs at Metody.

"Better you than me, then. Insert my obligatory 'if you get mauled by a fucking bear use your tablet to call for help' thing, I guess."

[skinandbone]

"No, this was....this was not a bear. Definitely not a bear. But it ran when I threw a rock at it."

"If I called for help, how fast could someone reach me, anyway? I have to take the train out of the city."

[smecker]

Paul shrugs at that and takes a sip of his coffee. "Beats the hell out of me. Maddy Pryor can fly, I don't know her top speed, and we've got some wizard guy who can teleport, so...."

Paul's tone relating this is somewhere on the far side of matter-of-fact. Taxon's gotten into his psyche far more than he likes.

[skinandbone]

Metody straightens, a chill screeching up his back like violins up a scale.

"There are wizards here?"

[smecker]

Paul blinks once at the way Metody straightens as if fried by a live wire. He looks, he slurps his coffee, he takes his time answering.

"At least one that I know of right now. Remus Lupin. Nice guy. Quiet. Looks like someone I used to know. Stays out in the woods. Turns into a ravening wolf once a month, or so he tells me."

[skinandbone]

Look Paul, see how pale Metody can get? It's those milky white Steel City pigments, combined with terror.

"Oh. My. Skinwalking wizards?"

Is it too late to go hide under his bed? He'll have to acceptee a bed first, butt he's willing to go that extra mile.

[smecker]

"I don't know what the fuck 'skinwalking' is, so I can't answer that," Paul says with another jerk of his shoulders, settling back against the bar again and cradling his coffee cup in his fingertips.

"Werewolf, he calls it. He's been here--" Paul thinks, counts, does some math, "--going on a year."

He studies Metody a few seconds, the fear that is so plainly visible. "You did read that shpiel from the Chinese guy about the city, right?"

[skinandbone]

"The same creature changing skins? On the surface. Instead of just having one self and two bodies, one of which is animal."

"I...I did....I obviously missed some details." Like, the fact that it wasn't full of hyperbole at all.

[smecker]

"Well, now I know," Paul says with faux-glibness, and has another sip of his coffee, wishing it were something stronger.

He rolls his head from side to side, twisting out a kink in his neck. He hasn't been running, with the snow, and he feels the lack of it. Maybe he needs a treadmill in the Birdhouse. Hmnh.

"Well, give it a re-read if it helps you. We get everything here, and I've kind of stopped giving a fuck about their weirdness as long as they don't attack me or mine. And... to be fair... most of them don't."