Noveuer say never - OTA November catch all

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Who: Tsutha Stoneblood and YOU
When: all over Noveuer/November
Where: in and around Aefenglom
What: quest stuff!
Warnings: n/a, will edit as needed. possible mentions of D&D-typical violence if you get her talking

i. a drinking problem

There's so much about Geardagas that is utterly foreign to Tsutha. Even beyond that, it's full of people from other planes of existence that are even more alien and strange. Places with constructs that run off of lightning power stored in metal batteries. Worlds with only one sentient race. Planets where magic either doesn't exist, or only exists in secret, hidden from the outside world, something to be hidden at all costs. She doesn't get these places. She thought Shartis was confusing, but now she longs to be able to return to her friends and zone out while Marzia and Walter debate the best ways to study for a college exam. (Or not study, in Marzia's case.)

One thing that is familiar here: The look and feel of the town. Tsutha may not be a very city-oriented person, but in her travels around Shartis, she's visited a few, and the Aefenglom architecture and cobbled streets remind her of places like Tarl and Meadowwilde back home. Even more familiar is the tavern in the Harbor District, The Sly Seadog. The seas may be one place that Tsutha has not ventured, but the familiar relaxed air of a tavern is intimately familiar to her. When she inquires with the tavern owner about renting a room in their inn, and hears that she can work in exchange for room and board, her eyes light up. She's never worked hospitality or food service before (she's never worked any sort of job before), but she has been a customer in many a tavern, and knows what kind of qualities are sought after in a bar wench.

She starts by busing tables, then works her way up to taking food and drink orders-- without writing them down, but by and large she makes very few mistakes. Her memorization skills outweigh her illiteracy. Come in on any given night and you'll be greeted by a friendly green face, showing you to an empty table and asking, "So, what'll you be having?"

ii. veggie tails

[ In trying to familiarize herself with the layout of the city, Tsutha stumbles upon the Community Gardens. She doesn't really need the vegetables for herself, staying as she is above the tavern, but once she hears the murmurs about veggies going walkabout, her interest is piqued. This sounds like a mission. Tsutha signs herself up to help right away! ]

Um, excuse me? [ She asks politely as she stops you in the street. ] I don't suppose you've seen a cabbage cat anywhere near here? A... catbbage? About yay big, leafy, green? Answers to "here, cabby cabby?"

[ Once she's rounded up the runaway vegetable animals, she returns to the Community Garden with her arms laden with the little critters. She sets about using her Mold Earth spell to clear out a little burrow for the creatures to call home. Somewhere for them to put down roots, should they choose to. After a hard day's work, she gets up to leave, only to find a little radish rabbit trying to follow her home. ]

Oh, no... Sweetie, I'm flattered but I'm really more of a meat eater.

iii. clean up & clear out

The room she's renting above the tavern is fine enough for now, but Tsutha knows if she's supposed to stay here for an undetermined amount of time, she ought to find somewhere more permanent to live. And when she does, she'll need furniture for her new home. Because that's the way that city people live. It's all well and good to sleep in a bedroll when you're out on the road, or to tuck yourself into a pile of furs when you're growing up in a cave. But in a city, people sleep in beds, and keep the multiple sets of clothing that they own in chests of drawers and wardrobes. They keep books on shelves, and sit at desks to write and study. Tsutha can't read books, or write anything but her name, really. But she's taking the Coven classes and wants to at least play the part of a studious witch.

So when she's walking home from the garden one afternoon, and comes across piles upon piles of furniture just sitting out on the street, she considers today her lucky day! The locals seem to be arguing about whether the bulky items belong there, clogging up the streets like that, but Tsutha strides up to the angry mob confidently, proposing a solution.

"Let me take it off your hands! That way you richie rich folks can get it out of your house, but it doesn't have to block traffic for everybody else! It's a win-win!"

There's only one problem with her plan. She's strong, but not strong enough to move this much furniture single handed. So, she'll stop any strapping looking Mirrorbound she sees and ask them to lend her a hand.

"I don't suppose you know anybody with a cart or anything, do you?"

iv. we're wildcarding it, lads!

[ don't see a prompt you like? feel free to hit me up @ millennialfalcon / Chris_#9103 to discuss other options! will match prose or brackets. ]

Comments

[bingyun]

[hm. the service here is already better than it was in northern qi. but that opinion might be formed from the simple fact that he hated northern qi, sent there with no choice and ultimately held and tortured there.

he nod at first, but then something has him speaking u again.]

'Holler'?

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[ Tsutha's smile falters for a moment. In all her traveling, the worldliness she's gained, she somehow still can't comprehend a person who doesn't know what the word 'holler' means. ]

Uh... Yeah. You know, yell? Shout? Call out? Raise your voice?

[ Ahem. ] TALK LIKE THIS!

[ Her shout gets the attention of half the customers in the tavern, but by this point so many of them are used to her boisterous presence that a fair amount of them don't even flinch. ]

[bingyun]

[yan bingyun is learning a lot of new words lately. whether or not he'll ever use any of them...remains to be seen, but one can hope.

he nods at her first explanation, and satisfied with it, reaches for his wine. but then the actual demonstration comes, and he's definitely not used to people who are quite so boisterous. bingyun's hand jerks, splashing some of the dark red liquid onto him.]

What-!

[he stands up suddenly, looking down at it.]

[prettyrocks]

[ Uh Oh. Tsutha steps back when the customer startles, spilling wine on himself. ]

Ohhh, my stars, I am so sorry! [ Thinking quickly, she grabs a clean napkin off a nearby table and rushes in to start blotting at the stain on the poor man's clothes. ] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't be mad...

[bingyun]

[for a second he looks like he might...holler, actually. but he's aware of the eyes that are already on him, so he closes his eyes and breathes until he's composed again.]

I'll clean it. Just take me to some water.

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[ Thankfully, the Sly Seadog is a rowdy enough place that one little spill isn't enough to draw much attention for long, so the other patrons return to their own meals and conversations rather quickly. ]

Sure. Sure, of course! C'mon, follow me.

[ There's a small washroom for customers down a little hallway under the stairs. Tsutha will lead him there now, holding the door open for him once they get there. ]

Again, I am so sorry. I really didn't mean to startle you like that.

[bingyun]

These clothes...are the only thing I have from Qing.

[his voice trembles, betraying too much emotion. he can't stop staring at the stain and the way it continues to slowly spread across the white fabric. he takes a deep breath, brows knitting in determination. he will not go around in stained robes, no more than he will convert to this world's clothing.]

I need salt as well.

[while he just starts undressing.]

[prettyrocks]

[ Tsutha doesn't know where Qing is, and truth be told, if she spilled something on the clothes she brought with her from Shartis, she wouldn't be all too bothered. She's not really a 'material possession' kind of person. But she understands that there are people who are, and clearly this guy is one of them. ]

Salt, you got it!

[ She runs off to the kitchen, which isn't very far, and grabs a container of salt, rushing back to hand it to the guy. ]

Do you want a spare shirt to change into, too? While you clean your other one?

[ She isn't sure where she's going to get a man's shirt that will fit him on such short notice, but she'll think of something if she has to. She feels really bad about all this. ]

[bingyun]

[another shirt. meaning a foreign shirt. yan bingyun considers it as he continues working on the stain, alternating salt and water to scrub and rinse. it would be stupid to stand around half-naked while waiting for his robes to dry, and he would be stuck in this small bathroom while he was.

it's like pulling teeth with this one. but he finally closes his eyes, swallowing hard before nodding.]

A loan, to be returned as quickly as possible.

[prettyrocks]

[ Yes, a foreign shirt. But a clean and dry one. At first, Tsutha isn't sure he's going to go for it, but then he finally does. ]

Okay, great. Stay here, I'll be right back!

[ Thankfully, her lodgings are upstairs and she's been using some of her tip money to buy new clothes. And even more thankfully, some of the new clothes she has bought she got from the men's section, because she isn't really too fussed by gendered clothing.

She grabs a shirt, runs back downstairs, and offers it to him. ]

Here. I even got a white one! [ ... ] Well, white-ish.