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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[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."