[002] [audio | WONKY ALIEN LANGUAGE]

[withoutarattle]

I suppose it is to be expected that a place with no market, and nothing of value to trade, would have no brothel. But you do not need one, when you are surrounded by the sacred green. That is a boon worthy of a people.

Your hot pools, too, I like. The lake as well. You have many luxuries.

[And so many of them are taken for granted.]

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[lucky_breath]

[After reading the translation for the language she doesn't understand, Aht has a very serious question! There's a chipper child's voice coming from your journal!]

What's a brotherel?

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[withoutarattle]

[Unfortunately, Aht, there are several cultural differences between their worlds. What is deemed appropriate for children to know may be one of them; no use hiding the facts of life from them when there's naked men and women prowling the balconies nearby.]

A brothel, little one. A place for sighing and pleasure. Not for one like you, I am afraid.

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[kptn_sparrow]

[Jack's voice comes on with much the "AH HA!" tone to it. Someone agrees!]

See, now. I've been lamenting that very fact myself, the lack of a brothel. Perhaps if it is of a significantly popular opinion, His Grace would see fit to bestow it?

[As frustrated as he is, his words take a bit of a different note. He's curious.]

While I will not argue that the Green is sacred, I find myself compelled to ask, why that blood-yard would be considered a boon and luxury?

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[withoutarattle]

Pleasure houses need men and women to fill the ranks. You only need two or three volunteers to start one. If you are so invested, that should be a small matter.

As for a blood-yard, you will have to explain to me?

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[kptn_sparrow]

[ THAT put him in his place! 'Whore Captain Jack Sparrow' did not have as nice a ring to it as 'Pirate Captain Jack Sparrow' among a variety of other things. It just wasn't befitting.

There's a sputter from the journal.]

Not exactly what I was thinking there.

[There's a pause as he shifts gears and puts that decidedly awkward thought behind him to address her next question.]

The Green, it's where those have displeased His Grace go for punishment. The Stocks. Cane or Cat-o-nine, the dirt and weeds there are fed from blood. And that be where the 'blood-yard' bit comes from.

So I understand the thought on it being a kind of sacred ground, perhaps. But I'm lost as to why it might be looked upon as a gift.

[Says the man who spends most of his time trying to stay OUT of said green area.]

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[withoutarattle]

[Whores have entirely different standing in her culture, so Kumatz doesn't understand how suggesting someone volunteer could put someone in their place. Then again, as a prostitute, she could accept or deny clientele. They all could.

And in a Keep full of strangers, it's a simple way to get to know the others.]

There has been a misunderstanding. Green is green. It does not matter what green is fed, or what men and women do while they tread upon it.

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[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus listens to the enchanting alien lilt, head tilted curiously as he watches the words scrawl in translation across his journal page.

The faun knows well what a brothel is, although the Narnia of his day never had such a place as that within its borders. (Hello, Lion Jesus would never allow such!)

It's the latter respect she speaks of the land with that really catches his attention. As a faun, he has always treated the world with a certain amount of reverence and love; particularly the elements of nature.]

It is rather a lovely place .. I wonder if many people realize just how beautiful and alive it really is.

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[withoutarattle]

I am thinking not. It is something I do not understand.

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[faun_tumnus]

[He makes a soft sound of ascent in the back of his throat, nodding to himself.]

I do not either, in truth .. nature is alive as a whole. Not just the flora and fauna, but the very air it takes its breath from.

[Yes, the faun has read and listened to accounts of the attacking flora and fauna, but he's really not overly terrified by either. The fact that he was a creature of nature might have something to do with that.]

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[withoutarattle]

The green is a life-giver. I care not at all for this Deior, but he knows that, at least.

[She's sort of wondering if he has a Mother stashed away somewhere, but that is a question for another time.]

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[helluvachin]

Wh-why would you want a brothel?

[Besides the completely obvious.]

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[withoutarattle]

[She laughs, but will give him the benefit of the doubt. Aloud.]

How much do you know of your neighbors? Little or less?

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[helluvachin]

Oh um...not at all.

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[withoutarattle]

I say there are not many ways as time-efficient to learn.

[bloodtothebest]

[Dos chuckles]

If you like outside so much, then how come you're sleepin' in my stable?

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[withoutarattle]

For the company, of course. The stablemaster is noisy, but I like the horses. Even moose.

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[bloodtothebest]

Ain't got no reason to be quiet.

[He grunts at the mention of moose.]

Keep your distance from that son of a bitch.

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[withoutarattle]

He is not so bad when he cannot touch, but I do not envy you when he must be fed. Just the sort of brave man we need, feeding our mooses. Meeses? Meese?

Your language is very strange.