on a possible app (netflix edition - possible spoils in comments)

[ancestralwhip]

So, you've decided that adding me to your senseless menagerie is amusing and a good way to pass the time. There's no proper ale or bed here. Not even a fucking vampire to slay. Yet, here we are. Wasting time. As you sit there debating if you're going to shove me into this game that you're being "enabled" into.

[ Trevor sighs and crosses his arms. ]

Just... leave me out of it. We've got a year till the next season, so, just let me be. Or give me a fucking bed and I might consider this "application" you'll be writing.

Not that you're listening anyways.

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canonblind, but couldn't resist

[cherrycocktail]

[No proper ale nor a vampire to slay, hmm?]

Now, I wouldn't say that. You're jumping to conclusions!

[He raises a glass of wine, clearly talking about the alcohol, and winks.]

There are all sorts of entertainment to be had here.

if you have netflix, i definitely reccomend it. so, sooo good.

[ancestralwhip]

Or, I used my eyes to tell what other sort of ruffians and thieves she's got locked up in here with me.

[ Wine is fine and all, but not nearly strong enough for him. ]

Maybe where your writer keeps you locked up. Everything for me is dull and duller. I'd prefer if she left me sleeping under a tree somewhere.

[trombeoverride]

[Sitting on the foot of a giant black mecha Ratsel just looks at Trevor while drinking from a bottle.]

Now you can't always drink or be at war, sometimes you just have to appreciate the quiet.

[umbralshadows]

I could build you one, if you prefer. 'owever, I feel as though you'd appreciate this more.

[She knows that feeling. Have a mug of one of the stronger ales in her player's headspace.]

[ancestralwhip]

[ A giant black.... nevermind. Trevor isn't going to ask. He's hardly drunk enough for any of this. ]

Things did not go well for my family when the times were quiet. [ Bitter? Nope. ] If I'm to pass the time the same way as I did before? I would prefer it with ale and a tree to sleep under. Not being a toy of amusement for some fucking bastard to giggle at to themselves.

[ancestralwhip]

[ BLESS HER PLAYER. Trevor nods in thanks and actually gives the lady a smile as he takes it. ]

What would your services cost me, ma'am?

[trombeoverride]

"Hrm... I know a man who lost everything when things were quiet. But he at least enjoyed learning how to make his own ale."

[With that he tosses the bottle towards the cranky vampire hunter]

"One of his.... Kicks like a mule."

[umbralshadows]

[Never question a player whose parent is super conservative and political to not have alcohol in the house and headspace. /sage nod.]

Depends on how elaborate we're talking. Though I can guarantee even the simplest of mine are able to take a beating, if ye catch my drift.

[Twinkle.]

[ancestralwhip]

Good for your man. It seems as if he still had a place to go while things were quiet.

[ Reflexes like a cat - he catches the bottle and looks it over. Hm. ]

I may need this in order to deal with whatever this writer decides to throw at me. If the others in this place are any hint to it.

Thank you for sharing what is in your stock. [ Trevor can remember his manners sometimes. ]

[trombeoverride]

Given the number of players who don't understand men of action don't belong in brothels.... I figured it could be needed.

Though I'm not sure if that is worse than babysitting teenagers.

[ancestralwhip]

I am fine with just a mattress raised above the floor. It hardly needs to be anything fit for a king.

[ Sleeping on something not the ground is just nice once in a while. He misses that bed of his. Stupid Church.

Ohh boy, does he catch that meaning. He snorts. ]

You're implying that I might need the bed for services like that in the near future. Unfortunately... no. Not many would want to sleep with the excommunicated in fear of getting themselves barred away from the oh so holy Church.

[ Though, hey, he might be able to find someone. ]

[charcoal_and_chalk]

You kill vampires? [the thought of that actually horrifies Trin a little.]

I mean I know some are bad, but there are bad shifters and humans too.

[ancestralwhip]

Yes, I do. My family has quite a history of slaying the undead. [ Is that a problem? ]

God and Hell can handle the worst of humanity in their own ways. Me? I'm concerned about what vampires and their ilk bring on the land... and when there is none of them? I'd like the company of some ale and a bed.

All three I am seemingly short on here. God truly enjoys the misery of my life.

[ancestralwhip]

Does your writer tend to stick you into brothels for extended periods of time? [ He figures it is a fair question to ask. ]

I fucking slay vampires, not babysit children. Thankfully mine seems to have more than enough of us in here who enjoy watching over the smaller ones.

[trombeoverride]

Me no, my writer finds the people who send men to brothel games kind of terrifying.

Me, I cook, I fight space monsters, I pilot a battleship. Babysitting is something my writer liked saddling me with though.

[charcoal_and_chalk]

Interesting. [ A slight problem, her employer's a vampire, though she's also his food source he hasn't fed on a human in over a decade.]

[ The artist snickers at that one, her pencil flying over her page as she sketches.] Not sure about a bed, but there is a decent ale house or was last time I was out... [ She forgets she was smudging some of the sketch when she brushes hair from her eyes. smudging charcoal from her pencil under her eyes which flash a moment with an inhuman amber color.]

[holyflames]

"Proper" ale? Since when were you so selective, Belmont?

[ancestralwhip]

Since your group of Speakers lacked any sort of ale.

[ He huffs. ]

That and people keep offering me wine.

[ancestralwhip]

Ah. Well, do tell your thoughts to my writer. She is eying one such place. [ It's more than a brothel, Belmont. Stop that. ]

What a piss poor excuse for a life your writer has saddled with you. My condolences.

[holyflames]

[she's trying very hard to look stern here, Trevor, she is trying]

God forbid you drink anything that doesn't taste like something died in it.

[umbralshadows]

[That twinkle seems to take on a Knowing glint as she shrugs. Making sure to keep her voice low, because she isn't her young charge and knows better than to loudly proclaim your stance on sensitive issues in a public forum.]

Their loss, and ye won't hear a single word about your status with the daft sods from me.

[She raises a glass of a deep red wine, taking a sip before jotting down notes. Hm, lumber, crystals, cotton... Learned and a woman who hates organized religion. What is this madness?]

[ancestralwhip]

[ Time to go get your employer then. ]

...You may need to show me where to find this. [ His tone lowers when he sees her eyes. ] I believe you've smudged some of your charcoal on your face.

[ancestralwhip]

[ Her stern look is just earned with a shrug. ]

Would you truly trust the water in Wallachia after all the demons and death surrounding it? Not to mention it washes away the sorrows.

[ancestralwhip]

Is that so? [ Trevor tilts his head to the side just a tad as he considers. ] I would agree it is their loss. After all, rather than entrusting the fight against demons and Dracula to my family, they thought they could do it on their own. We see how well that went.

[ Which is to say: not well at all. Burning Dracula's wife at the stake was probably the worst thing one could do. ]

You are taught to understand the sciences? [ Yes, he's taken notice of that. And he doesn't have any problem with it. After all, one of his companions is a woman who keeps oral magical traditions alive. ]

[holyflames]

You'd be better off washing away the smell coming from those furs. [She's just teasing and it shows in the smile that fights its way through her attempt at a poker-face.] When was the last time you bathed?