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Doul is here, drinking tea, and reading a book. Isn't he wildly exciting?
Nate joined the chat room.
• Threnody comes in with...shopping bags, hooray. Does someone actually work here? Shocking. She is still, of course, wearing the heels of doom, because some things never change.
• Nate is sitting on the steps that lead up to the tattoo joint. For once he is not carrying shit for work. Hi.
• Doul marks his page and looks up. Hello? He's just sitting back, sipping tea, being a big manly man. (Or whatever.)
Threnody: "...there are people in here. Amazing. Hi, I work here." Technically she owns it, but whatever. She offers a rueful half-smile and goes behind the bar--heeey, Nate, she sees you. "Hey, stranger."
• Nate gives her a half-smile. He's not here because he's having insane guilt over his recent nexus post or anything OF COURSE NOT. "Hey, T."
Doul: "Hello, is it all right that I'm here?" He was here before and it was fine, so it stands to reason that it's still okay.
Christian: "I WILL PUT YOUR PENIS IN A MEAT GRINDER IF YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN!" screams the tiny Native boy who... hello, falls through a door, as if he just tripped over something. "I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL BITE IT OF--oh. H...i."
Nate: ".....Yo." Holy.
Threnody: "No, it's...good, actually, I'm just surprised anybody still bothers. Can I get you guys anything?" She stares at Christian. "Hi."
• Christian glances around, paranoid, and as if he meant to do that all along. Fun fact: Christian is actually cats. "This isn't the wine cellar, I see."
Nate: "Not quite, no."
Christian: "Okay then." Enjoy how he just takes this in stride, and straightens himself up. Ahem.
Nate: "I don't know about wine, anyway, but there is... sort of a lot of booze." Nate looks over at Doul, now, with a polite nod. Hi.
• Morray ... did not intend to come here /yet/, but...well, he's only a few hours early to meet his man, fine, he'll...stay. Even if he begins to suspect his gods actively dislike him at this point. "...this place. Again."
Nate: "Man, people sure love your bar, Thren." :D
Threnody: "Morray loves me unlike any other." Oh, no, it begins. She leans against the bar and grins at Nate.
• Morray regards Threnody with an expression of deep resignation. "What a frightening idea. Good day, Threnody."
• Christian never left.
Threnody: "Okay, one of you needs to order something so I feel like I'm actually doing my job. Otherwise I will just give you things from Ethan Rayne's mystery fridge." This is ominous.
Christian: "--I could be down for a mystery drink."
Threnody: "You're like twelve."
Christian: "I am not... uh, I'm pretty sure?" He looks down at himself, as if he could... who knows, cut off his leg and count the rings.
Nate: "I could use something." Quietly. Thren will know he.. doesn't drink.
• PoisonIvy sees a Doul. She smiles at him even though she's pretty sure he doesn't know her, here.
Threnody: "...You can have a /light beer/, it will put you off drinking forever probably." This is to Christian. This is also why Threnody is a great role model. She looks at Nate, though, tilting her head slightly to the side as though she misheard him. "...okay."
• Christian is immediately making faces, but not going to argue with the pretty lady behind the bar. Still. FACES.
• Doul isn't dressed like any Doul she knows. Regular plain clothes, no armour, no sword. He nods at her, but doesn't smile. B|
Nate: "...I've had A Day." Yes. This is his explanation. "And I'm sure he's at least thirteen, for one, and really, are you one to talk about that.." >_>
• Threnody waves at Ivy, when she arrives - she's a slender black woman in leather trousers and scary, scary high heels - but she's kind of fussing over Nate. You know, mentally. "Well, what do you want? You can pick for him, then."
• PoisonIvy is certain that only Doul can pull off that B|. "Good evening, Captain." And a wave to Threnody, as well, from the woman with green skin.
• Christian is used to having no say at all in what happens to him and is resigned to leave his alcoholic fate to others. He does perch himself right at the bar, hello.
Christian: "And a half," he insists.
• Nate looks like an overgrown emo kid, in his black jacket and streaked hair. He hates it but what can you do! "...Well, he said he wanted something from /the fridge/."
PoisonIvy: "The fridge sounds vaguely terrifying." Funny, Ivy doesn't sound all that scared.
• Doul 's B| has somehow managed to intensify. He is no one's Captain.
Nate: Hello green lady. Nate nods.
Threnody: "Weeeell a chaos sorcerer works for me and sometimes he makes these drinks." She goes to peruse said fridge's contents. "He also does tattoos. But not while drunk." Threnody runs a classy establishment.
Christian: "Tattoos?" Christian gets this--weird look on his face that's kind of indescribable, but not really pleasant.
• PoisonIvy has not been informed of this fact that Doul is not anyone's captain. So she keeps smiling. "You do not recognize me, Doul, do you?"
• PoisonIvy will be properly social when she is done bothering the man she will always think of as Captain.
Doul: "No ma'am, I do not." He slips a bit of paper into the book and looks towards her. "And I am no longer a Captain."
Nate: "I'll have a beer, anyway."
Threnody: "Upstairs," she indicates, "not used often. Used to be two of 'em, now it's just Ethan." She gets Christian something that is blue and pink and swirly. It is probably harmless; Ethan-mun should be consulted. Nate gets a beer even as he's requesting it, and she pauses, wry.
• Threnody still knows Nate too well, haha exes.
PoisonIvy: "You were when I met you." And apparently Ivy likes to not be entirely honest. "For the Brucolac. It was a different place in reality than this."
• Nate just sits there and tries not to brood.
• Christian is fascinated by this drink, and immediately sticks his finger in it to see ... what that does. It's swirlier!
Christian: "Thank you," he adds... belatedly.
Doul: "It must have been a very different place than this or any land I know. I do not work for him nor will work for him."
• Threnody casually just kind of thought-projects at Nate. "No problem," is what she says to Christian, going back to her rightful place behind the bar, "try not to turn into a dragon or anything."
PoisonIvy: "It is very different, yes." Ivy is still smiling but -that- is a very interesting declaration. "My dear," and this is to the woman behind the bar, "what sort of things do you have in the color green?"
• Christian immediately drinks the drink, in order to see if it TURNS HIM INTO A DRAGON. ...no?
• PoisonIvy thinks this teenager is rather cute with his sudden interest in drinks that will probably not turn him into anything.
• Nate catches it, of course, and gives her a re-assuring, if soft, smile.
Threnody: "Midori?" http://blog.hyperartpro.net/files/midori%5B1%5D.jpg (It's delicious.) "I'm Threnody, by the way." She's reasonably friendly, for someone who is... kind of a living black hole for energy, yay!
PoisonIvy: "Midori is fine. I'm Ivy." Ivy is pleasant, for being a green haired woman wearing gloves for your protection, not her own.
• Threnody goes to arrange that! "Nice to meet you. Anything for you?" This is to Doul. Unless he said and someone's space case player missed it, which is possible.
• Christian is quietly turning blue.
• Threnody observes this. "See."
• Nate ... raises an eyebrow.
• Doul almost-smiles, or at least moderates his tone to be obivously polite. "No, thank you, I've got a mug of tea."
• PoisonIvy is raises eyebrows at this.
Christian: "What?"
Nate: "...So is one of us falling down a bad egg shoot?"
PoisonIvy: "You're turning blue, my dear. It's not a bad color for you."
Christian: "I--really?" He looks SO ENTERTAINED by this, he immediately shoves his face at the first reflective surface there is. "AWESOME."
• PoisonIvy laughs at that. "Thirteen and a half, you said?"
Christian: "I am REASONABLY--" There's a pause as he has to STARE AT HIS HAND it's turning... blue, finger by finger. "--sure of this, yes."
• Threnody can say nothing about not knowing your own age. She is going to sit down by Nate unless anyone needs something more, bumping his arm with hers lightly. Not hovering, shh.
PoisonIvy: "Where are you from?" Really, he is entirely too giddy about this but it is rather infectious. Also Ivy has trouble remembering her own age, as well, but there are older and various reasons for that.
Christian: "...that door." He indicates the door in question, as a helpful person.
• PoisonIvy glances at said door, and back to Little Boy Blue. "Does the door have a name, as worlds behind doors tend to go, or did I miss something?"
• Nate is just going to go ahead and squeeze Threnody's hand with the one that is not occupied by a beer bottle, FUCK IT. He seems amused at blue underage kid, though.
Christian: "Pffffft." He hiccups. (He drank that too fast.) "Uh, if it does, I don't know it?"
Threnody: "Sometimes people just pop in here accidentally. Nexus random chaos...whatever. There's probably a scientific theory behind it, but hell if I know what." She will keep her hand in Nate's, then, for the time being. Casually.
PoisonIvy: "How about the city, then, or is that a great nameless thing as well?" Ivy's still amused by you, Christian, and is trying not to worry over what may or may not be the state of Doul and the Brucolac.
• PoisonIvy smiles at Threnody's explanation, though. It sees random chaos is prevalent.
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• Threnody glances at Nate, sidelong.
• PoisonIvy is afraid of very little, so that must be very refreshing! "Have you been here...not this room, specifically, but the Nexus as I am told it is called...for very long?"
Christian: "This is my second visit so, you know, just ignore it if I act like a dork." Says the person who just turned himself blue. "I'm probably not as used to it as the rest of you." Ahaha.
PoisonIvy: "I have been here..." Ivy consideres for a moment. "Likely less than a day." Granted, she's a bit used to this being forced out of one's universe without a way back. At least the Nexus doesn't have Iron Man telling them to all be Heroes.
Threnody: Let's imagine how that would work Nate 'Godmode Powers' Grey here. Thren shakes her head. "I've been here like two years. It can still surprise me."
Christian: "Oh, well, you don't act like it?" He's so earnest about this. PLZ LIKE ME. "Two years! Really? The doors stay open that long?"
• PoisonIvy likes you, don't worry! "Thank you." And she smiles, it's a nice compliment.
• Christian grins. Even his teeth are bluish.
Threnody: "I have a pinpoint, one of the devices from the machines here. Kind of lets me go back and forth whenever I want."
Nate: "I've been here a few years now." ... which may be late but I got kicked shut up.
• `Doul pipes up, "I have a PINpoint as well, but it still won't let me return home. Does anyone know why?"
Nate: "Some worlds don't connect as well with the streams of reality that propel the technology here," Nate says, somewhat quiet.
• PoisonIvy laughs at the blue teeth. "Where do you obtain one? I imagine they can be used to get from one place to another within the Nexus, if you don't wish to go home." Because Ivy really doesn't.
• Christian gets another strange little look on his face. "You can't go home?" he asks Doul.
• Threnody indicates Nate. "He knows everything about this stuff, works here."
`Doul: "No. I have had to make a home here, in the Nexus." He's not too pleased with this.
Christian: "I thought it... kicked you out, after a while."
PoisonIvy: "You will persevere." Ivy says this without a doubt and with the air of someone who is rather certain of what they are saying. "Though you will never quite like it."
Nate: "It's different for everyone. And you can get PINpoints in the vending machines in the main area."
• PoisonIvy smiles at Nate. "Thank you."
• `Doul has probably never liked anything. Ever. B|
• PoisonIvy would argue that point but she's not sure if she should bring up vampir lords in mixed company again.
PoisonIvy: "Does it kick you out after a while?" This is directed at Christian.
• Christian is quietly mulling over this information, absently rubbing his wrist, over his long-sleeved shirt. "--Mm? I haven't really... tried, I just assumed."
Threnody: "A lot of people stay here," she comments, 'idly,' "when they'd rather not go home."
PoisonIvy: "What's your home like, young Mister Blue?"
Christian: "It's... there. It's not great. How's yours?" He is not so great at subtlety, no, but clearly he wants to change the subject here.
• PoisonIvy laughs softly. "More of the same. There. Not great."
• Martel actually comes to Stigmata on purpose, generally. ...with his books and his paper, yes, because this is what he does when Ewar's booted him out of his study and he doesn't feel like being done yet. "Good evening, all. -Master Doul."
• Christian is blue. Is also sitting at the bar. "I'm sensing a theme here. --Hello!"
• Nate nods at the new guy. Who is not new in general, but whatever, hi.
• `Doul looks up from his reading and nods, "Good evening, sir."
• Threnody is doing that thing again where she is emphatically Not Saying Anything to Nate, but may as well- he knows what her expression means. She waves at Martel.
• Martel tips his head for greetings all around and claims a table to spread this ridiculousness out on.
• PoisonIvy thinks those are a lot of fascinating pheromones you are pumping into the atmosphere, Thernody, but she smiles instead at Martel.
PoisonIvy: "The theme being people come here from strange places from whence many of them would rather not return?"
Martel: "It's one of those evenings, is it."
PoisonIvy: "I wouldn't know, this is my first time here."
Martel: "Welcome," he says - very, very, very dryly.
`Doul: "It seems so and it seems that I've a familiar face to all kinds of people who don't know me." B|
Martel: "Good grief, again?"
• PoisonIvy waves at Martel since she is now the topic of conversation.
`Doul: "It seems to be that when the multiverse is bored with variation, it settles on my features."
• PoisonIvy and then she laughs. "Something but not quite that."
Threnody: "Alternates, or just...the same face?"
`Doul: "One of each, I believe."
Christian: "Well, your face is novel to me," Christian contributes.
PoisonIvy: "Alternates, I assure you. No one else can master that expression."
Martel: "Ah, then he and his alternate share a face with a...Roman man, I believe."
Threnody: "I had an alternate of me at 15. Never met her, though." It was distressing enough on its own.
`Doul: "How do you know the other-Me, Miss....?"
Martel: "I don't advise that experience," Martel says Threnody.
PoisonIvy: "Ivy." She could have sworn she introduced herself earlier but perhaps he didn't catch it. "As I said, it was in a different reality than this one."
Threnody: "Oh, hell no, don't have to tell me twice. I'm enough of a crazy person all grown up, I don't wanna know what I was like as a teenager." Implying she...doesn't remember. Because she doesn't!
Nate: "I know there's... something.. of me, around, due to.. how I died. Ish. But he's not quite an alternate. More like an oops." ....................Hi.
`Doul: "That's a very bland non-answer, Ivy." In other words, dish DAHLINK, dish.
Martel: "An 'oops'?" Martel's going to abandon his table briefly to go looking for the Arcian red that is occasionally here.
PoisonIvy: "I am quite accomplished at non-answers and when I knew you I had a habit of making you become very quiet and unresponsive. Give me a moment while I figure out what sort of conversation is good for unfamiliar company."
Nate: "I ended up having to dissasemble my atoms throughout the fabric of reality to keep the planet from being imploded, and a young man got a lot of the astral blowback..."
• Christian looks like this: o_O
• Martel considers that from behind the bar. "Well. ...whoops."
Nate: "Yeah."
• Nate looks a bit like >_> and finishes his beer.
• Threnody leaves her hand on Nate's knee, nonchalant. "...This is why I don't go back there. The Nexus is less confusing." IT'S TRUE.
• PoisonIvy considers for a moment. "In the world I met you in you and the Brucolac both were pulled in to -that- reality from disparate points in time of your own. There were issues with the past, with scars, and with names." Really, could she be more oddly subtle? She's trying. "But you were his Captain, then."
• `Doul nods, "It's much the same here, although I am employed elsewhere. Thank you."
• Martel recognizes 'the Brucolac', but he's over here vaguely participating in this other conversation, and decisively does not comment. "The nexus is /useful/, on occasion."
• PoisonIvy shrugs. "You are welcome."
Nate: "I like it here better."
PoisonIvy: "So, young Mister Blue," you've yet to tell Ivy your *name* unless she missed something "would you stay here if you could?"
Martel: "I've been exiled from my own world," Martel shrugs, "but I didn't particularly want to live in the nexus /itself/."
Threnody: "So you moved somewhere else? S'what I did. Found a place with no magic and no mutants."
Martel: "Mmm, yes - I wrangled my funds out of my old home and bought a property to work with. No /magic/?"
Christian: "...staying here is definitely an option." He is seriously considering this, and yet, fretting about it. "Well--not, uh, /here/, that seems uncomfortable." Hi Thren, he'll just SLEEP ON YOUR BAR.
Nate: "I live here. Sometimes my apartment turns into a rainforest." =/
PoisonIvy: "I would imagine there is a Hostel of some sort somewhere around here." Ivy is planning on sleeping in a tree. >:3
Christian: "What's a rainforest?" Hi.
• PoisonIvy is looking a little taken aback. "If there are trees outside I could show you."
Threnody: "You can crash in the back room, if you really want," she tells Christian, "I'd tell you not to steal shit but people do it all the time anyway." Of course, if she catches them, that is Bad.
• Threnody eyes Nate. "What does your roommate do?"
Christian: "I'll... --no, it's fine, I'll... figure something out." It is tempting, so tempting, and he should feel worse about potentially abandoning people, but he's not very emotionally attached to them.
PoisonIvy: "If you would rather stay then why not accept her offer?" Ivy's prying.
Christian: "Well, I need to... sort some things out." Like making sure his owner can't follow him. Uh.
PoisonIvy: Little Boy Blue, you're starting to put off some very startling vibes. "Do you need /help/ sorting these things out?" Why is it always -children-, Ivy?
Threnody: "Seconded." She glances at Ivy.
Christian: "No." He looks uncomfortable.
• Martel has been quietly busying himself with his paper and his drink for a time; he looks up at this conversation.
• PoisonIvy thinks you're lying, Christian. She blinks at you, evenly. "What is it?"
Threnody: "Okay. But for the record, nobody fucks anybody else up in my bar." Just guessing what the trouble is, recalling how Christian...appeared in Stigmata. "Or bothers anyone else." She's not gonna push any more than that, though.
Christian: "Okay." He shifts, awkwardly.
• `Doul takes his empty mug up to the counter and if there's no one behind the bar, he'll wash it and put it away.
PoisonIvy: Someone may need to define 'bother' for Ivy because she's still looking at Christian, waiting for an answer to her question.
Martel: "Let him keep his secrets," Martel suggests to her, terribly mildly.
PoisonIvy: "It rather sounds the other way around." He's afraid; she knows it and she doesn't like it. 13 (and a half) is too young for that kind of fear.
Martel: "Patience, my lady."
PoisonIvy: "Is a virtue." Ivy raises an eyebrow, as if to say 'do I look virtuous to you?' "Hmm."
Martel: "That's one interpretation of it," he answers, piously. ...it's possible now he's just trolling her as a distraction, but either way, why frighten the boy more trying to help him when there are subtler ways?
• PoisonIvy sighs and nods, just barely. "Yes."
• Christian is not actually thirteen and a half, ... clearly, actually he's legal! And... still blue, and wondering how he's going to explain this when he inevitably has to go home.
Christian: "WELL, while I'm here, I might as well... scope out the Nexus. Pick up one of them pin-thingers. Was nice to meet you all!" He hops off the stool.
• PoisonIvy is at something of a loss in regards to Christian and just -what- has gotten him so terribly frightened, so she focuses on her drink instead.
Martel: "Pinpoints."
PoisonIvy: "Good bye little boy blue."
Christian: "Yes, those." >_> "Later!" Watch him just... scurry off.
`Doul: "Goodnight, everyone." He's also going to go, but with less scurry.
• PoisonIvy watches all this and inclines her head at Doul. "Good night, Doul."
Martel: "And to you," Martel says, politely.
• Threnody observes this, of both of them, leaning back against her chair. "Night."
• PoisonIvy sighs and continues her drink.
Martel: "Always an interesting place," he murmurs, possibly because he's a horrible person.
Threnody: "So that kid is gonna have to be coaxed out if anything," she comments, wryly, "somebody got him indoctrinated well."
PoisonIvy: "Someone has him terrified. I am not certain I would call it the same thing."
Martel: "It's a method," Martel says, blandly. "It's not a nice method, but you see how effective it is."
PoisonIvy: "There are other less pleasant ones as well." Ivy is giving herself a headache and should, probably, stop.
Martel: "I'm familiar, yes." ...thank you, Martel.
• PoisonIvy is giving you a -look-.
Threnody: "Kids come here all the time. I picked one up from my world about a year back who was sleeping in a bus stop. But, uh, I...think I want a drink myself now." Over behind the bar she goes.
• Martel might've said that /just so/ she'd give him a look. "Mmm. They come and go from my castle, occasionally." He's got a wine bottle here, and he's not parting with it.
• PoisonIvy doesn't want your wine, please and thank you. "Some things shall never change." And this Midori, while good, is being negated by her biology. Hmm.
Martel: "World to world to world."
• Threnody is getting herself vodka! :D "You know, you don't look like a babysitter." This is to Martel.
Martel: "I'm many things, but no, I'd hope not."
Threnody: "Kindergarten teacher?" She's trolling him now.
• Martel gives her a blank look. A what?
• PoisonIvy is mildly amused by this.
Threnody: "Teaches five year olds fingerpainting," she clarifies.
PoisonIvy: "He'd probably lose them in stacks of paper."
• Martel considers this briefly.
Threnody: "Plus I hear they're pretty wild at that age. They could mutiny."
Martel: "An argument could be made for it." Your Arums thank you for this, Martel, you bastard.
Threnody: "Really. And how'd you get roped into that?"
Martel: "Among the many things I do lately," dry, dry, "I train mercenaries."
PoisonIvy: "Like Uther Doul?"
Martel: "Younger," he clarifies. "Doul manages my library."
Threnody: "Five year olds?" She's still on this.
Martel: "Mercenaries, not knights."
PoisonIvy: "Ahh." This idea seems to please Ivy quite a bit. The Doul she knew practically turned his living space into a small library.
• Threnody goes ... at Martel. Five year old knights, what?
• Martel regards her evenly. "The knighthood begins training early. I was still a child when I went to the motherhouse."
• PoisonIvy conjures up all sorts of inappropriate things at the word motherhouse.
• Threnody almost said 'oh, so like concubines, but for justice' so... good, she and Ivy can be in the 'wrong in the head' boat.
Threnody: "Iii don't think I would have taken to that, personally, even at five," is what she actually says, though.
• PoisonIvy is *more* than willing to share said boat, thanks.
PoisonIvy: "Hmm," however, is the only comment that Ivy makes. She was a very timid child - not that you could tell now.
Martel: "They're novices, at that age." He separates out, now, from talking about it personally. "They're the militant arm of the holy mother church," ignore how bitter he is about the church, "once they're grown and have taken their vows."
Nate joined the chat room.
• Nate HAS COMPLETELY BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME.
• PoisonIvy BELIEVES YOU, YES SIR, BUT THE BLUE BOY FREAKED OUT AND LEFT.
PoisonIvy: "Oh, the Church. Marvelous." Sorry, Ivy missed the ignore the bitterness part. Personally she finds religion offensive.
Martel: "Isn't it." Martel has ... issues.
PoisonIvy: "Not really." Another -look-. "Or so has been the case with most I've known. They've left me well enough alone, so far."
Threnody: "Sometimes God comes to the Nexus, allegedly." ...hi.
PoisonIvy: "I should hope It leaves me well enough alone."
Martel: "Sarcasm is lost on you, isn't it." Which he says in a mildly amused sort of tone, and then offers to Threnody, "My goddess does. Expects to be carried."
• Martel has an interesting relationship with Aphrael where she trolls the hell out of him.
PoisonIvy: "Oh it isn't lost I just choose to ignore it when it is more interesting to do so."
Martel: "My mistake."
• PoisonIvy shrugs. Mistakes are made and you didn't cut down a tree in her presence.
• Martel is really, really, /really/ entertained by Ivy.
• Threnody will be mostly entertained if Martel gets a drink dumped over his head.
• Martel probably will be, too, which is sad.
• PoisonIvy would probably have a tree haul him out through the window instead. It's more interesting.
Nate: "Most religions were made illegal where I grew up." :D?
PoisonIvy: "How well did that work?"
Nate: "That part was fine."
PoisonIvy: "Which part wasn't?"
Nate: "Most everything else."
• PoisonIvy is ignoring her half-finished drink since she can't get drunk anyway. "What do you mean?"
• Nate shrugs. "It's been destroyed, it doesn't really matter." SO CHEERFUL.
Threnody: "In LA I think they should invent a traffic god."
Nate: "You think that would help or make it worse?"
Martel: "Depends on the god, doesn't it? My brother killed one, once." Twice, actually. Two different gods.
Threnody: "I think at the very least it would give people someone to blame in lieu of each other." >_> ... what, Martel.
• Martel was already dead for both of those, though, he can be forgiven for not being up to date on the second one.
Nate: "Or cause more riots. But it's LA, they'll have a good old fashioned riot over anything."
• PoisonIvy sighs, stands. "What do you take for payment from those who have none?"
PoisonIvy: This was supposed to be directed at Threnody, sorry for the interruption.
Threnody: "Uh--don't worry about it. ...I'll put it on Papa Midnite's tab." She actually gives things away all the time (regenerative Nexus properties are in place here), but mostly she just wants the excuse to try to take some of Midnite's money. ...T is nice.
• PoisonIvy smiles and nods. "Perhaps next time I come you can tell me just whom that is. Good evening, lady and gentlemen." And with that, Ivy goes to find her tree.
Threnody: Martel, you are alone with Nate and Threnody. Be afraid.
• Martel is strangely unbothered.
• Nate thinks Martel looks like a really foppy Joseph. He is not going to say this.
• Martel looks, right now, mostly like a bizarrely athletic scholar.
Nate joined the chat room.
• Threnody comes in with...shopping bags, hooray. Does someone actually work here? Shocking. She is still, of course, wearing the heels of doom, because some things never change.
• Nate is sitting on the steps that lead up to the tattoo joint. For once he is not carrying shit for work. Hi.
• Doul marks his page and looks up. Hello? He's just sitting back, sipping tea, being a big manly man. (Or whatever.)
Threnody: "...there are people in here. Amazing. Hi, I work here." Technically she owns it, but whatever. She offers a rueful half-smile and goes behind the bar--heeey, Nate, she sees you. "Hey, stranger."
• Nate gives her a half-smile. He's not here because he's having insane guilt over his recent nexus post or anything OF COURSE NOT. "Hey, T."
Doul: "Hello, is it all right that I'm here?" He was here before and it was fine, so it stands to reason that it's still okay.
Christian: "I WILL PUT YOUR PENIS IN A MEAT GRINDER IF YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN!" screams the tiny Native boy who... hello, falls through a door, as if he just tripped over something. "I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL BITE IT OF--oh. H...i."
Nate: ".....Yo." Holy.
Threnody: "No, it's...good, actually, I'm just surprised anybody still bothers. Can I get you guys anything?" She stares at Christian. "Hi."
• Christian glances around, paranoid, and as if he meant to do that all along. Fun fact: Christian is actually cats. "This isn't the wine cellar, I see."
Nate: "Not quite, no."
Christian: "Okay then." Enjoy how he just takes this in stride, and straightens himself up. Ahem.
Nate: "I don't know about wine, anyway, but there is... sort of a lot of booze." Nate looks over at Doul, now, with a polite nod. Hi.
• Morray ... did not intend to come here /yet/, but...well, he's only a few hours early to meet his man, fine, he'll...stay. Even if he begins to suspect his gods actively dislike him at this point. "...this place. Again."
Nate: "Man, people sure love your bar, Thren." :D
Threnody: "Morray loves me unlike any other." Oh, no, it begins. She leans against the bar and grins at Nate.
• Morray regards Threnody with an expression of deep resignation. "What a frightening idea. Good day, Threnody."
• Christian never left.
Threnody: "Okay, one of you needs to order something so I feel like I'm actually doing my job. Otherwise I will just give you things from Ethan Rayne's mystery fridge." This is ominous.
Christian: "--I could be down for a mystery drink."
Threnody: "You're like twelve."
Christian: "I am not... uh, I'm pretty sure?" He looks down at himself, as if he could... who knows, cut off his leg and count the rings.
Nate: "I could use something." Quietly. Thren will know he.. doesn't drink.
• PoisonIvy sees a Doul. She smiles at him even though she's pretty sure he doesn't know her, here.
Threnody: "...You can have a /light beer/, it will put you off drinking forever probably." This is to Christian. This is also why Threnody is a great role model. She looks at Nate, though, tilting her head slightly to the side as though she misheard him. "...okay."
• Christian is immediately making faces, but not going to argue with the pretty lady behind the bar. Still. FACES.
• Doul isn't dressed like any Doul she knows. Regular plain clothes, no armour, no sword. He nods at her, but doesn't smile. B|
Nate: "...I've had A Day." Yes. This is his explanation. "And I'm sure he's at least thirteen, for one, and really, are you one to talk about that.." >_>
• Threnody waves at Ivy, when she arrives - she's a slender black woman in leather trousers and scary, scary high heels - but she's kind of fussing over Nate. You know, mentally. "Well, what do you want? You can pick for him, then."
• PoisonIvy is certain that only Doul can pull off that B|. "Good evening, Captain." And a wave to Threnody, as well, from the woman with green skin.
• Christian is used to having no say at all in what happens to him and is resigned to leave his alcoholic fate to others. He does perch himself right at the bar, hello.
Christian: "And a half," he insists.
• Nate looks like an overgrown emo kid, in his black jacket and streaked hair. He hates it but what can you do! "...Well, he said he wanted something from /the fridge/."
PoisonIvy: "The fridge sounds vaguely terrifying." Funny, Ivy doesn't sound all that scared.
• Doul 's B| has somehow managed to intensify. He is no one's Captain.
Nate: Hello green lady. Nate nods.
Threnody: "Weeeell a chaos sorcerer works for me and sometimes he makes these drinks." She goes to peruse said fridge's contents. "He also does tattoos. But not while drunk." Threnody runs a classy establishment.
Christian: "Tattoos?" Christian gets this--weird look on his face that's kind of indescribable, but not really pleasant.
• PoisonIvy has not been informed of this fact that Doul is not anyone's captain. So she keeps smiling. "You do not recognize me, Doul, do you?"
• PoisonIvy will be properly social when she is done bothering the man she will always think of as Captain.
Doul: "No ma'am, I do not." He slips a bit of paper into the book and looks towards her. "And I am no longer a Captain."
Nate: "I'll have a beer, anyway."
Threnody: "Upstairs," she indicates, "not used often. Used to be two of 'em, now it's just Ethan." She gets Christian something that is blue and pink and swirly. It is probably harmless; Ethan-mun should be consulted. Nate gets a beer even as he's requesting it, and she pauses, wry.
• Threnody still knows Nate too well, haha exes.
PoisonIvy: "You were when I met you." And apparently Ivy likes to not be entirely honest. "For the Brucolac. It was a different place in reality than this."
• Nate just sits there and tries not to brood.
• Christian is fascinated by this drink, and immediately sticks his finger in it to see ... what that does. It's swirlier!
Christian: "Thank you," he adds... belatedly.
Doul: "It must have been a very different place than this or any land I know. I do not work for him nor will work for him."
• Threnody casually just kind of thought-projects at Nate. "No problem," is what she says to Christian, going back to her rightful place behind the bar, "try not to turn into a dragon or anything."
PoisonIvy: "It is very different, yes." Ivy is still smiling but -that- is a very interesting declaration. "My dear," and this is to the woman behind the bar, "what sort of things do you have in the color green?"
• Christian immediately drinks the drink, in order to see if it TURNS HIM INTO A DRAGON. ...no?
• PoisonIvy thinks this teenager is rather cute with his sudden interest in drinks that will probably not turn him into anything.
• Nate catches it, of course, and gives her a re-assuring, if soft, smile.
Threnody: "Midori?" http://blog.hyperartpro.net/files/midori%5B1%5D.jpg (It's delicious.) "I'm Threnody, by the way." She's reasonably friendly, for someone who is... kind of a living black hole for energy, yay!
PoisonIvy: "Midori is fine. I'm Ivy." Ivy is pleasant, for being a green haired woman wearing gloves for your protection, not her own.
• Threnody goes to arrange that! "Nice to meet you. Anything for you?" This is to Doul. Unless he said and someone's space case player missed it, which is possible.
• Christian is quietly turning blue.
• Threnody observes this. "See."
• Nate ... raises an eyebrow.
• Doul almost-smiles, or at least moderates his tone to be obivously polite. "No, thank you, I've got a mug of tea."
• PoisonIvy is raises eyebrows at this.
Christian: "What?"
Nate: "...So is one of us falling down a bad egg shoot?"
PoisonIvy: "You're turning blue, my dear. It's not a bad color for you."
Christian: "I--really?" He looks SO ENTERTAINED by this, he immediately shoves his face at the first reflective surface there is. "AWESOME."
• PoisonIvy laughs at that. "Thirteen and a half, you said?"
Christian: "I am REASONABLY--" There's a pause as he has to STARE AT HIS HAND it's turning... blue, finger by finger. "--sure of this, yes."
• Threnody can say nothing about not knowing your own age. She is going to sit down by Nate unless anyone needs something more, bumping his arm with hers lightly. Not hovering, shh.
PoisonIvy: "Where are you from?" Really, he is entirely too giddy about this but it is rather infectious. Also Ivy has trouble remembering her own age, as well, but there are older and various reasons for that.
Christian: "...that door." He indicates the door in question, as a helpful person.
• PoisonIvy glances at said door, and back to Little Boy Blue. "Does the door have a name, as worlds behind doors tend to go, or did I miss something?"
• Nate is just going to go ahead and squeeze Threnody's hand with the one that is not occupied by a beer bottle, FUCK IT. He seems amused at blue underage kid, though.
Christian: "Pffffft." He hiccups. (He drank that too fast.) "Uh, if it does, I don't know it?"
Threnody: "Sometimes people just pop in here accidentally. Nexus random chaos...whatever. There's probably a scientific theory behind it, but hell if I know what." She will keep her hand in Nate's, then, for the time being. Casually.
PoisonIvy: "How about the city, then, or is that a great nameless thing as well?" Ivy's still amused by you, Christian, and is trying not to worry over what may or may not be the state of Doul and the Brucolac.
• PoisonIvy smiles at Threnody's explanation, though. It sees random chaos is prevalent.
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• Threnody glances at Nate, sidelong.
• PoisonIvy is afraid of very little, so that must be very refreshing! "Have you been here...not this room, specifically, but the Nexus as I am told it is called...for very long?"
Christian: "This is my second visit so, you know, just ignore it if I act like a dork." Says the person who just turned himself blue. "I'm probably not as used to it as the rest of you." Ahaha.
PoisonIvy: "I have been here..." Ivy consideres for a moment. "Likely less than a day." Granted, she's a bit used to this being forced out of one's universe without a way back. At least the Nexus doesn't have Iron Man telling them to all be Heroes.
Threnody: Let's imagine how that would work Nate 'Godmode Powers' Grey here. Thren shakes her head. "I've been here like two years. It can still surprise me."
Christian: "Oh, well, you don't act like it?" He's so earnest about this. PLZ LIKE ME. "Two years! Really? The doors stay open that long?"
• PoisonIvy likes you, don't worry! "Thank you." And she smiles, it's a nice compliment.
• Christian grins. Even his teeth are bluish.
Threnody: "I have a pinpoint, one of the devices from the machines here. Kind of lets me go back and forth whenever I want."
Nate: "I've been here a few years now." ... which may be late but I got kicked shut up.
• `Doul pipes up, "I have a PINpoint as well, but it still won't let me return home. Does anyone know why?"
Nate: "Some worlds don't connect as well with the streams of reality that propel the technology here," Nate says, somewhat quiet.
• PoisonIvy laughs at the blue teeth. "Where do you obtain one? I imagine they can be used to get from one place to another within the Nexus, if you don't wish to go home." Because Ivy really doesn't.
• Christian gets another strange little look on his face. "You can't go home?" he asks Doul.
• Threnody indicates Nate. "He knows everything about this stuff, works here."
`Doul: "No. I have had to make a home here, in the Nexus." He's not too pleased with this.
Christian: "I thought it... kicked you out, after a while."
PoisonIvy: "You will persevere." Ivy says this without a doubt and with the air of someone who is rather certain of what they are saying. "Though you will never quite like it."
Nate: "It's different for everyone. And you can get PINpoints in the vending machines in the main area."
• PoisonIvy smiles at Nate. "Thank you."
• `Doul has probably never liked anything. Ever. B|
• PoisonIvy would argue that point but she's not sure if she should bring up vampir lords in mixed company again.
PoisonIvy: "Does it kick you out after a while?" This is directed at Christian.
• Christian is quietly mulling over this information, absently rubbing his wrist, over his long-sleeved shirt. "--Mm? I haven't really... tried, I just assumed."
Threnody: "A lot of people stay here," she comments, 'idly,' "when they'd rather not go home."
PoisonIvy: "What's your home like, young Mister Blue?"
Christian: "It's... there. It's not great. How's yours?" He is not so great at subtlety, no, but clearly he wants to change the subject here.
• PoisonIvy laughs softly. "More of the same. There. Not great."
• Martel actually comes to Stigmata on purpose, generally. ...with his books and his paper, yes, because this is what he does when Ewar's booted him out of his study and he doesn't feel like being done yet. "Good evening, all. -Master Doul."
• Christian is blue. Is also sitting at the bar. "I'm sensing a theme here. --Hello!"
• Nate nods at the new guy. Who is not new in general, but whatever, hi.
• `Doul looks up from his reading and nods, "Good evening, sir."
• Threnody is doing that thing again where she is emphatically Not Saying Anything to Nate, but may as well- he knows what her expression means. She waves at Martel.
• Martel tips his head for greetings all around and claims a table to spread this ridiculousness out on.
• PoisonIvy thinks those are a lot of fascinating pheromones you are pumping into the atmosphere, Thernody, but she smiles instead at Martel.
PoisonIvy: "The theme being people come here from strange places from whence many of them would rather not return?"
Martel: "It's one of those evenings, is it."
PoisonIvy: "I wouldn't know, this is my first time here."
Martel: "Welcome," he says - very, very, very dryly.
`Doul: "It seems so and it seems that I've a familiar face to all kinds of people who don't know me." B|
Martel: "Good grief, again?"
• PoisonIvy waves at Martel since she is now the topic of conversation.
`Doul: "It seems to be that when the multiverse is bored with variation, it settles on my features."
• PoisonIvy and then she laughs. "Something but not quite that."
Threnody: "Alternates, or just...the same face?"
`Doul: "One of each, I believe."
Christian: "Well, your face is novel to me," Christian contributes.
PoisonIvy: "Alternates, I assure you. No one else can master that expression."
Martel: "Ah, then he and his alternate share a face with a...Roman man, I believe."
Threnody: "I had an alternate of me at 15. Never met her, though." It was distressing enough on its own.
`Doul: "How do you know the other-Me, Miss....?"
Martel: "I don't advise that experience," Martel says Threnody.
PoisonIvy: "Ivy." She could have sworn she introduced herself earlier but perhaps he didn't catch it. "As I said, it was in a different reality than this one."
Threnody: "Oh, hell no, don't have to tell me twice. I'm enough of a crazy person all grown up, I don't wanna know what I was like as a teenager." Implying she...doesn't remember. Because she doesn't!
Nate: "I know there's... something.. of me, around, due to.. how I died. Ish. But he's not quite an alternate. More like an oops." ....................Hi.
`Doul: "That's a very bland non-answer, Ivy." In other words, dish DAHLINK, dish.
Martel: "An 'oops'?" Martel's going to abandon his table briefly to go looking for the Arcian red that is occasionally here.
PoisonIvy: "I am quite accomplished at non-answers and when I knew you I had a habit of making you become very quiet and unresponsive. Give me a moment while I figure out what sort of conversation is good for unfamiliar company."
Nate: "I ended up having to dissasemble my atoms throughout the fabric of reality to keep the planet from being imploded, and a young man got a lot of the astral blowback..."
• Christian looks like this: o_O
• Martel considers that from behind the bar. "Well. ...whoops."
Nate: "Yeah."
• Nate looks a bit like >_> and finishes his beer.
• Threnody leaves her hand on Nate's knee, nonchalant. "...This is why I don't go back there. The Nexus is less confusing." IT'S TRUE.
• PoisonIvy considers for a moment. "In the world I met you in you and the Brucolac both were pulled in to -that- reality from disparate points in time of your own. There were issues with the past, with scars, and with names." Really, could she be more oddly subtle? She's trying. "But you were his Captain, then."
• `Doul nods, "It's much the same here, although I am employed elsewhere. Thank you."
• Martel recognizes 'the Brucolac', but he's over here vaguely participating in this other conversation, and decisively does not comment. "The nexus is /useful/, on occasion."
• PoisonIvy shrugs. "You are welcome."
Nate: "I like it here better."
PoisonIvy: "So, young Mister Blue," you've yet to tell Ivy your *name* unless she missed something "would you stay here if you could?"
Martel: "I've been exiled from my own world," Martel shrugs, "but I didn't particularly want to live in the nexus /itself/."
Threnody: "So you moved somewhere else? S'what I did. Found a place with no magic and no mutants."
Martel: "Mmm, yes - I wrangled my funds out of my old home and bought a property to work with. No /magic/?"
Christian: "...staying here is definitely an option." He is seriously considering this, and yet, fretting about it. "Well--not, uh, /here/, that seems uncomfortable." Hi Thren, he'll just SLEEP ON YOUR BAR.
Nate: "I live here. Sometimes my apartment turns into a rainforest." =/
PoisonIvy: "I would imagine there is a Hostel of some sort somewhere around here." Ivy is planning on sleeping in a tree. >:3
Christian: "What's a rainforest?" Hi.
• PoisonIvy is looking a little taken aback. "If there are trees outside I could show you."
Threnody: "You can crash in the back room, if you really want," she tells Christian, "I'd tell you not to steal shit but people do it all the time anyway." Of course, if she catches them, that is Bad.
• Threnody eyes Nate. "What does your roommate do?"
Christian: "I'll... --no, it's fine, I'll... figure something out." It is tempting, so tempting, and he should feel worse about potentially abandoning people, but he's not very emotionally attached to them.
PoisonIvy: "If you would rather stay then why not accept her offer?" Ivy's prying.
Christian: "Well, I need to... sort some things out." Like making sure his owner can't follow him. Uh.
PoisonIvy: Little Boy Blue, you're starting to put off some very startling vibes. "Do you need /help/ sorting these things out?" Why is it always -children-, Ivy?
Threnody: "Seconded." She glances at Ivy.
Christian: "No." He looks uncomfortable.
• Martel has been quietly busying himself with his paper and his drink for a time; he looks up at this conversation.
• PoisonIvy thinks you're lying, Christian. She blinks at you, evenly. "What is it?"
Threnody: "Okay. But for the record, nobody fucks anybody else up in my bar." Just guessing what the trouble is, recalling how Christian...appeared in Stigmata. "Or bothers anyone else." She's not gonna push any more than that, though.
Christian: "Okay." He shifts, awkwardly.
• `Doul takes his empty mug up to the counter and if there's no one behind the bar, he'll wash it and put it away.
PoisonIvy: Someone may need to define 'bother' for Ivy because she's still looking at Christian, waiting for an answer to her question.
Martel: "Let him keep his secrets," Martel suggests to her, terribly mildly.
PoisonIvy: "It rather sounds the other way around." He's afraid; she knows it and she doesn't like it. 13 (and a half) is too young for that kind of fear.
Martel: "Patience, my lady."
PoisonIvy: "Is a virtue." Ivy raises an eyebrow, as if to say 'do I look virtuous to you?' "Hmm."
Martel: "That's one interpretation of it," he answers, piously. ...it's possible now he's just trolling her as a distraction, but either way, why frighten the boy more trying to help him when there are subtler ways?
• PoisonIvy sighs and nods, just barely. "Yes."
• Christian is not actually thirteen and a half, ... clearly, actually he's legal! And... still blue, and wondering how he's going to explain this when he inevitably has to go home.
Christian: "WELL, while I'm here, I might as well... scope out the Nexus. Pick up one of them pin-thingers. Was nice to meet you all!" He hops off the stool.
• PoisonIvy is at something of a loss in regards to Christian and just -what- has gotten him so terribly frightened, so she focuses on her drink instead.
Martel: "Pinpoints."
PoisonIvy: "Good bye little boy blue."
Christian: "Yes, those." >_> "Later!" Watch him just... scurry off.
`Doul: "Goodnight, everyone." He's also going to go, but with less scurry.
• PoisonIvy watches all this and inclines her head at Doul. "Good night, Doul."
Martel: "And to you," Martel says, politely.
• Threnody observes this, of both of them, leaning back against her chair. "Night."
• PoisonIvy sighs and continues her drink.
Martel: "Always an interesting place," he murmurs, possibly because he's a horrible person.
Threnody: "So that kid is gonna have to be coaxed out if anything," she comments, wryly, "somebody got him indoctrinated well."
PoisonIvy: "Someone has him terrified. I am not certain I would call it the same thing."
Martel: "It's a method," Martel says, blandly. "It's not a nice method, but you see how effective it is."
PoisonIvy: "There are other less pleasant ones as well." Ivy is giving herself a headache and should, probably, stop.
Martel: "I'm familiar, yes." ...thank you, Martel.
• PoisonIvy is giving you a -look-.
Threnody: "Kids come here all the time. I picked one up from my world about a year back who was sleeping in a bus stop. But, uh, I...think I want a drink myself now." Over behind the bar she goes.
• Martel might've said that /just so/ she'd give him a look. "Mmm. They come and go from my castle, occasionally." He's got a wine bottle here, and he's not parting with it.
• PoisonIvy doesn't want your wine, please and thank you. "Some things shall never change." And this Midori, while good, is being negated by her biology. Hmm.
Martel: "World to world to world."
• Threnody is getting herself vodka! :D "You know, you don't look like a babysitter." This is to Martel.
Martel: "I'm many things, but no, I'd hope not."
Threnody: "Kindergarten teacher?" She's trolling him now.
• Martel gives her a blank look. A what?
• PoisonIvy is mildly amused by this.
Threnody: "Teaches five year olds fingerpainting," she clarifies.
PoisonIvy: "He'd probably lose them in stacks of paper."
• Martel considers this briefly.
Threnody: "Plus I hear they're pretty wild at that age. They could mutiny."
Martel: "An argument could be made for it." Your Arums thank you for this, Martel, you bastard.
Threnody: "Really. And how'd you get roped into that?"
Martel: "Among the many things I do lately," dry, dry, "I train mercenaries."
PoisonIvy: "Like Uther Doul?"
Martel: "Younger," he clarifies. "Doul manages my library."
Threnody: "Five year olds?" She's still on this.
Martel: "Mercenaries, not knights."
PoisonIvy: "Ahh." This idea seems to please Ivy quite a bit. The Doul she knew practically turned his living space into a small library.
• Threnody goes ... at Martel. Five year old knights, what?
• Martel regards her evenly. "The knighthood begins training early. I was still a child when I went to the motherhouse."
• PoisonIvy conjures up all sorts of inappropriate things at the word motherhouse.
• Threnody almost said 'oh, so like concubines, but for justice' so... good, she and Ivy can be in the 'wrong in the head' boat.
Threnody: "Iii don't think I would have taken to that, personally, even at five," is what she actually says, though.
• PoisonIvy is *more* than willing to share said boat, thanks.
PoisonIvy: "Hmm," however, is the only comment that Ivy makes. She was a very timid child - not that you could tell now.
Martel: "They're novices, at that age." He separates out, now, from talking about it personally. "They're the militant arm of the holy mother church," ignore how bitter he is about the church, "once they're grown and have taken their vows."
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• Nate HAS COMPLETELY BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME.
• PoisonIvy BELIEVES YOU, YES SIR, BUT THE BLUE BOY FREAKED OUT AND LEFT.
PoisonIvy: "Oh, the Church. Marvelous." Sorry, Ivy missed the ignore the bitterness part. Personally she finds religion offensive.
Martel: "Isn't it." Martel has ... issues.
PoisonIvy: "Not really." Another -look-. "Or so has been the case with most I've known. They've left me well enough alone, so far."
Threnody: "Sometimes God comes to the Nexus, allegedly." ...hi.
PoisonIvy: "I should hope It leaves me well enough alone."
Martel: "Sarcasm is lost on you, isn't it." Which he says in a mildly amused sort of tone, and then offers to Threnody, "My goddess does. Expects to be carried."
• Martel has an interesting relationship with Aphrael where she trolls the hell out of him.
PoisonIvy: "Oh it isn't lost I just choose to ignore it when it is more interesting to do so."
Martel: "My mistake."
• PoisonIvy shrugs. Mistakes are made and you didn't cut down a tree in her presence.
• Martel is really, really, /really/ entertained by Ivy.
• Threnody will be mostly entertained if Martel gets a drink dumped over his head.
• Martel probably will be, too, which is sad.
• PoisonIvy would probably have a tree haul him out through the window instead. It's more interesting.
Nate: "Most religions were made illegal where I grew up." :D?
PoisonIvy: "How well did that work?"
Nate: "That part was fine."
PoisonIvy: "Which part wasn't?"
Nate: "Most everything else."
• PoisonIvy is ignoring her half-finished drink since she can't get drunk anyway. "What do you mean?"
• Nate shrugs. "It's been destroyed, it doesn't really matter." SO CHEERFUL.
Threnody: "In LA I think they should invent a traffic god."
Nate: "You think that would help or make it worse?"
Martel: "Depends on the god, doesn't it? My brother killed one, once." Twice, actually. Two different gods.
Threnody: "I think at the very least it would give people someone to blame in lieu of each other." >_> ... what, Martel.
• Martel was already dead for both of those, though, he can be forgiven for not being up to date on the second one.
Nate: "Or cause more riots. But it's LA, they'll have a good old fashioned riot over anything."
• PoisonIvy sighs, stands. "What do you take for payment from those who have none?"
PoisonIvy: This was supposed to be directed at Threnody, sorry for the interruption.
Threnody: "Uh--don't worry about it. ...I'll put it on Papa Midnite's tab." She actually gives things away all the time (regenerative Nexus properties are in place here), but mostly she just wants the excuse to try to take some of Midnite's money. ...T is nice.
• PoisonIvy smiles and nods. "Perhaps next time I come you can tell me just whom that is. Good evening, lady and gentlemen." And with that, Ivy goes to find her tree.
Threnody: Martel, you are alone with Nate and Threnody. Be afraid.
• Martel is strangely unbothered.
• Nate thinks Martel looks like a really foppy Joseph. He is not going to say this.
• Martel looks, right now, mostly like a bizarrely athletic scholar.