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[KENOMA MINGLE] entertainment district
WHO: SILCO and any kenomies looking for a tour/bar run/mingle
WHAT: MINGLE LOG
WHERE: Achamoth Entertainment District
WHEN: Firaseri - two days after the gossip posts
WARNINGS: Drugs, Alcohol, General Debauchery -- let me know if anything new comes up, but it's the Entertainment District so standard warnings apply
β An Invitation
[ Whether the character is new or old, each retainer has been given a small invitation to hand to their aion. It is simple, and neat -- the words are clear. It has a date for two days after Ciel and Emet-Selch's addresses, and includes a time in the evening. For current Kenoma-aligned aions, it includes a bar to find -- those who are familiar with the tour Silco gave last time will recognize the bar as the same, one with a private loft. They can make their way there, if they know the way. If not, they'll be able to meet with the newer aions at the entrance to the citadel, where there's even the offer for a "tour" of the entertainment district, if they're not familiar with the entertainment district as a whole.
Retainers -- whether a character has one or not -- will slip the invitation to each Aion the day before, as a tacit offer. There's no name, and no identification as to who it is that's offering this. You'll just have to find out later. ]
β He's a Docent Tour Guide
[ When the sun just slips beneath the horizon, and twilight begins to take hold, that's the time at which the tour happens. Silco waits at the entrance, a cigar in hand, and right on the dot, he's out the door, to take any that want a guide down into the belly of the entertainment district. He offers one bit of advice, before they leave -- cover up your shards -- and as they step out and into the streets, if any characters don't follow the advice, they'll find fawning, exciteable Achamites, ready to offere them deals, sing their praises, or even throw gifts of jools or flowers at their feet.
The tour is thorough, and actually a touch on the long side. Characters are promised drinks at the destination, but as one winds through the streets, there are plenty of other bars to visit if anyone peels off. There are also solicitors for companionship from the brothels on the way, and some will even offer to follow an aion to the bar, if they so chose. The bloodsport arenas are rife with excitement, and the thundering roars of applause and boos is almost overhwelming when one passes by -- even through the walls -- and the drunken revelers stumbling out of the arenas are in contrast to the bloodied combatants that leave next.
On some corners, drugs are offered, and Silco will be able to provide a near...encyclopedic knowledge of them, if asked -- he will even share what he knows. Has he had them? No, has he bought them and subjected the effects and taken notes on them? Yes. Don't ask why -- or do and get a snarky answer, sure.
Whether the new aions (and old if they tag along) have any new drugs, companions, drinks, or have peeled off -- the tour group arrives at a bar, and are escorted in, almost expected, breathless from the staff. They know who broght them by, so it's easy to figure out that they're hosting Aions tonight. ]
β Pint of No Return
[ The bar itself is trendy, within Achamoth. There are high ceilings, live music, and while the main floor of the bar is filled with unwitting locals -- up the stairs and into the large loft is the center of the gathering. It's large enough to hold the Aions, with a private bartender, snacks, and the music is muted and soft up in the loft area.
Along with the drinks and snacks courtesy of the bar itself features an offering of the drugs available in Achamoth, and the staff had been nice enough to offer primer cards, with some of the effects. Most are... basic. Floaty highs, or ones that put one to sleep, or make one laugh for hours. Since it's an enclosed space, nothing is quite as... violent or exciting as some of the drugs available on the streets. Perhaps though, one used their jools, and brought one inside. There's no limit, feel free to do what one wishes -- after all, that's the theme of the Entertainment District, isn't it?
The music down below picks up at some point -- the music might just be glowing songs about the Regent. Think Christian Nu Rock, but it's themed about Achamoth's glorious leader. The crowd downstairs is boistrous -- almost indulgent and thrumming with excitement with adulation for their leader. It's normal, for things to get like this, and nobody with the bar staff seems a bit disturbed, in fact, some staff may be swaying along with the music -- it's clear who owns Achamoth, through and through, and it's the Regent.
And if an Aion notices, some of the patrons might be trying to sneak upstairs. Did something get out that there was someone up here who was an Aion? Even though the Citadel is so close, some will always want to be a little close to a celebrity, some might even get up to the bar, and nervously approach a newer looking Aion that hasn't been seen before. Did they have questions, or was it just the... exciting prospect of being next to an Aion? You can talk to them, or nudge them away, but eventually someone with security will come, nod at you, and escort them out. Maybe not before there's a flurried rush of quesitons, or maybe they'll try to give you something. It's all uncomfortable, and awkward, no matter what.
It's debauchery, and whether or not one is used to it, it's the way of things in Achamoth. Spend time with your fellow aions, ask questions, but above all else -- have a little bit of fun, before things go to hell in a few days. ]
β [ This is a mingle/tour log! Feel free to make your own starters, tag about, and let everyone have a... little bit of fun before things go to hell here soon. Everyone can be expected to get a few free drinks to start the night -- be creative, do whatever! Peel off into groups, get lost in the city, call for help, the sky's the limit! ]
WHAT: MINGLE LOG
WHERE: Achamoth Entertainment District
WHEN: Firaseri - two days after the gossip posts
WARNINGS: Drugs, Alcohol, General Debauchery -- let me know if anything new comes up, but it's the Entertainment District so standard warnings apply
β An Invitation
[ Whether the character is new or old, each retainer has been given a small invitation to hand to their aion. It is simple, and neat -- the words are clear. It has a date for two days after Ciel and Emet-Selch's addresses, and includes a time in the evening. For current Kenoma-aligned aions, it includes a bar to find -- those who are familiar with the tour Silco gave last time will recognize the bar as the same, one with a private loft. They can make their way there, if they know the way. If not, they'll be able to meet with the newer aions at the entrance to the citadel, where there's even the offer for a "tour" of the entertainment district, if they're not familiar with the entertainment district as a whole.
Retainers -- whether a character has one or not -- will slip the invitation to each Aion the day before, as a tacit offer. There's no name, and no identification as to who it is that's offering this. You'll just have to find out later. ]
β He's a Docent Tour Guide
[ When the sun just slips beneath the horizon, and twilight begins to take hold, that's the time at which the tour happens. Silco waits at the entrance, a cigar in hand, and right on the dot, he's out the door, to take any that want a guide down into the belly of the entertainment district. He offers one bit of advice, before they leave -- cover up your shards -- and as they step out and into the streets, if any characters don't follow the advice, they'll find fawning, exciteable Achamites, ready to offere them deals, sing their praises, or even throw gifts of jools or flowers at their feet.
The tour is thorough, and actually a touch on the long side. Characters are promised drinks at the destination, but as one winds through the streets, there are plenty of other bars to visit if anyone peels off. There are also solicitors for companionship from the brothels on the way, and some will even offer to follow an aion to the bar, if they so chose. The bloodsport arenas are rife with excitement, and the thundering roars of applause and boos is almost overhwelming when one passes by -- even through the walls -- and the drunken revelers stumbling out of the arenas are in contrast to the bloodied combatants that leave next.
On some corners, drugs are offered, and Silco will be able to provide a near...encyclopedic knowledge of them, if asked -- he will even share what he knows. Has he had them? No, has he bought them and subjected the effects and taken notes on them? Yes. Don't ask why -- or do and get a snarky answer, sure.
Whether the new aions (and old if they tag along) have any new drugs, companions, drinks, or have peeled off -- the tour group arrives at a bar, and are escorted in, almost expected, breathless from the staff. They know who broght them by, so it's easy to figure out that they're hosting Aions tonight. ]
β Pint of No Return
[ The bar itself is trendy, within Achamoth. There are high ceilings, live music, and while the main floor of the bar is filled with unwitting locals -- up the stairs and into the large loft is the center of the gathering. It's large enough to hold the Aions, with a private bartender, snacks, and the music is muted and soft up in the loft area.
Along with the drinks and snacks courtesy of the bar itself features an offering of the drugs available in Achamoth, and the staff had been nice enough to offer primer cards, with some of the effects. Most are... basic. Floaty highs, or ones that put one to sleep, or make one laugh for hours. Since it's an enclosed space, nothing is quite as... violent or exciting as some of the drugs available on the streets. Perhaps though, one used their jools, and brought one inside. There's no limit, feel free to do what one wishes -- after all, that's the theme of the Entertainment District, isn't it?
The music down below picks up at some point -- the music might just be glowing songs about the Regent. Think Christian Nu Rock, but it's themed about Achamoth's glorious leader. The crowd downstairs is boistrous -- almost indulgent and thrumming with excitement with adulation for their leader. It's normal, for things to get like this, and nobody with the bar staff seems a bit disturbed, in fact, some staff may be swaying along with the music -- it's clear who owns Achamoth, through and through, and it's the Regent.
And if an Aion notices, some of the patrons might be trying to sneak upstairs. Did something get out that there was someone up here who was an Aion? Even though the Citadel is so close, some will always want to be a little close to a celebrity, some might even get up to the bar, and nervously approach a newer looking Aion that hasn't been seen before. Did they have questions, or was it just the... exciting prospect of being next to an Aion? You can talk to them, or nudge them away, but eventually someone with security will come, nod at you, and escort them out. Maybe not before there's a flurried rush of quesitons, or maybe they'll try to give you something. It's all uncomfortable, and awkward, no matter what.
It's debauchery, and whether or not one is used to it, it's the way of things in Achamoth. Spend time with your fellow aions, ask questions, but above all else -- have a little bit of fun, before things go to hell in a few days. ]
β [ This is a mingle/tour log! Feel free to make your own starters, tag about, and let everyone have a... little bit of fun before things go to hell here soon. Everyone can be expected to get a few free drinks to start the night -- be creative, do whatever! Peel off into groups, get lost in the city, call for help, the sky's the limit! ]
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[ He gestured downward, where the musicians were setting up. He puffed more on the cigar, and leaned forward, to ash it into an ashtray that appeared there whenever he was in the bar. There were no other ashtrays in the bar, but there always seemed to be one for Silco, when he came.
Then again, the owner knew he was an Aion, after he'd bartered for the first venture down into the entertainment district a few months ago. The owner seemed to want to make sure he was happy with his time here. Given that it was the bar he frequented the most, it was...satisfactory. ]
See that musician down there? [ He pointed, the lit end of his cigar jutting out toward the band. ] They play music about the Regent. Every person here? Likely attends one of the many churches -- to the Regent. They not only accept it, they welcome it.
They worship it.
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All religions have their end of the world. Embracing it, well, never really thought to do that myself, before. People back home would think that was nuts but...
[ There was no more 'back home'. It was all gone. Bruno sighed and finally took an actual decent drink from the glass of liquor he'd been idly holding most of their visit to the bar. ]
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[ He asked, and it's not surprised, but... ] I suppose, if you lived in a village, there's not enough people to start a proper cult anyway, is there?
[ He looked down at them, and then back to Bruno, who seemed to finally loosen up enough to drink at least a little bit. ]
It would be better to embrace it, I think, than give into despair, or struggle uselessly and fight against a tide that will just sweep one away regardless. Personally, why not enjoy it?
[ Not that Silco was the type to encourage one to give up, or not fight, but...these regular people? With no power? Let them party, it was better than them getting in the way. ]
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[ But she was gone and the humor fell flat for Bruno. Regardless of the issues they may have had, he still missed his mother, the universe having cruelly robbed them of their chance to make amends. He ended up frowning at his own joke and sagging back in his seat.
It would seem he had an amazing ability to continuously make himself sad, without the help of anyone else at all. Fantastic, right? ]
Uh, anyway, I. Honestly? It's been a long time since I've really just enjoyed anything. Much at all. Especially with other people around. Like, actual people? And this is a lot, right now.
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He was, after all, incredibly sad right now. Even without the way he'd slumped in his seat. ]
Why is that? I know you said you were from a village, but surely there were other people around. Were you some sort of recluse? [ His head tipped, slightly. ] Hidden son of the local mayor, perhaps?
[ In Silco's mind, it sounded like his Mama was important, with the way he talked about how people waited for her to make a decision. Was he the dirty family secret? ]
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Hidden son of...? Nah. I mean, I've used that plot before, but for real? No. Just. You know how some families have the black sheep or whatever? Someone too weird to keep around? Someone too unlucky...
[ Perhaps he hadn't been a dirty secret but, still, a secret. A well-known one that everyone avoided mentioning. ]
People didn't want me around, so I stopped being around, is all. Which is sort of what recluse means, actually, isn't it?
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[ It's half a lie, but.
Silco always lies, doesn't he? ]
Although, I can't imagine you're that unlucky, are you?
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[ For assuming anything about families, he supposes, or maybe because they don't have that kind of family where he comes from. Maybe for both. Bruno averts his gaze back down to the drink in his own hands, wondering. Was he truly unlucky or was it merely the perception of the villagers and his family?
Considering he had finally gotten what he had wanted β to go home, to really go home β and then had that all ripped away from him, it's hard to see it any other way. ]
I might be. It's... it's just I caused a lot of trouble for folks back home. Most of it wasn't really my doing but. It's just how it was. How they saw it.
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[ He said, with all the wisdom of someone who knew their daughter was called "Jinx", and what that meant for the people around them. It wouldn't matter, to other people, obviously -- that it wasn't his intention -- what mattered was the fact that other people only saw one thing. That one thing was the person making the problems.
Silco's hands spread on the table, the cigar still pinched between two fingers as he gestured. ]
So they wanted someone to blame for their problems. It wasn't you causing the issue.
[ So why the hell did he blame himself? (Because that's just what happened when you were unlucky, wasn't it? ]
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[ He let go of his drink, leaving it where it had been set down on the table, and mimicked shooting it as though with a gun, pointer finger for a barrel and all. ]
Because that's me. The messenger. And it's... after so long it gets to you. If nearly everything I can see ends up being bad news, it would make sense, wouldn't it? If I was bad luck or doing it on purpose or. Or something. Sooner or later, you start wondering, too.
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Yes, I suppose I can see how that would get to someone. I've...known individuals in the past who had to deal with similar perceptions.
[ It does, in fact, get to someone. ]
How did you know what to tell them? I can't imagine you...pulling out a deck of cards and... laying them out.
[ Some people did that in Zaun, but it was mostly a scam. Silco had never seen one that got things right. ]
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Same way anything here goes, actually. Magic. It's a... or... or it was... a family thing. Get granted a gift as a kid, use it to serve the community. [ Forever, no complaints allowed. Yeah, okay, sure, they had been trying to move past that but some hurts faded slower than others. ] And I ended up with that. Visions. Seeing the future.
[ He brought his hand back up and waved it in an arc across the empty air to his side, like, wowee, amazing, only very sarcastic. ]
Prophecies.
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[ All these places where people were given gifts and powers. He seemed to hate it, but if Silco had been able to predict...
A finger twitched, on the table. He lifted it, to drag it along his lips. ]
I can see that being useful, but... [ His eyes moved from the distance, to Bruno, and a curl of his lips. ] As someone who has experienced some rather...piss-poor luck myself, I also would shoot the messenger, if he brought me bad tidings, or at least blame them.
Too bad you can't just change it, without telling anyone.
[ That at least, was pointed. Wouldn't it be better, to simply fix the problem so that it wouldn't happen? ]
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See? My only real luck is no one thought to take that literally.
[ The shooting the messenger part. No one had ever tried to actually shoot him. ]
Change it? [ Although when Silco's words turned pointed, Bruno gave him an uncertain look. ] What, the outcome or...? It. Depends, really? Seeing the future gets temperamental when it's, uh, complicated stuff. It isn't always set in stone, though. There are... options, sometimes. Choices to be made. I. I just can't tell you what the choice will be, just that you'll have it.
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[ It's a low note, somewhere between a graveled, smoke-scraped tone, and a thoughtful hum, considering that. He was certain that the Regent would find use of Bruno soon enough. That wouldn't be a problem, but of course, Silco always thought of how it could be used for himself. Calculating, there's a moment where his unblinking eye bored into the man, his single other eye blinked once or twice, but he's evaluating, considering. }
Nothing set in stone, but even knowing something is coming, and that one has choices to make...
I suppose there's something to be said, about having a choice, isn't there? It's better than most options.
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Yeah, except when it is set in stone. Like I said, it can get. Complicated.
[ While his gift could be useful, it was truly a double-edged sword. Sometimes you learned what you wanted to know, other times things you hadn't wanted in the first place. There are reasons people usually aren't fond of prophets, after all. ]
So, uh. Do... does your other eye even... work? Y'know. The one with. All of that.
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It can see, yes. And move! [ He rolled his eyes, half for show, and half because he could. ]
It simply doesn't have a lid. [ He leaned forward, slightly. Bruno likely hadn't seen him without the makeup, covering every crevice lent by the dark, patchy scar that surrounded the eye. ] You should see the scar that goes with it.
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When Silco leaned forward, every so slightly, he would find Bruno doing the same, as if he had simply just been invited to try and find that aforementioned scar. This led to him being somewhat in the other man's space, though not much. It wasn't as though he was going to move his seat closer or anything. However, he does get close enough to squint and give the skin around the strangely colored eye a good look. ]
A scar? [ A close enough look betrays where the make-up begun and ended, though it wasn't easy. ] You're wearing something over it, right? Wow, I couldn't even tell.
[ If nothing else, he did at least sound impressed by Silco's skill at concealing. While "men wearing make-up" wasn't an idea that had ever actually crossed Bruno's mind, he also couldn't find cause to make mockery of it. ]