[open] pre-gaming, the dignitary variety

[freeing]

Who: Anyone invested in the Dorchacht Dilemma or planning to visit Dorchacht through the event.
When: Septeril 1st, late evening
Where: The Sly Seadog
What: Planning
Warnings: Who the eff knows



[ It was getting late in the evening, but it was crucial to meet up. Daenerys – with the help of some more technologically savvy people – offered invitations to anyone who seemed interested in the affair with Dorchacht.

They meet at the Sly Seadog: a run-down little dive of a tavern, found along a narrow back-alley in the harbour, frequented by sailors, welcoming to Monsters and humans alike. The crowd is dense for this early in the "night", but still a few drunkards pawning off their last bit of money for a little bit more booze.

It was not up to a standard she would prefer, but it's something and it's relatively quiet. Three long tables can fit enough people for their meeting – and there's some standing room at the bar. Time to get down to business, right?

Feel free to top level, make points, argue, etc. ]

Comments

[rowdyraven]

[Were she to express it, it's a sentiment he would deeply sympathise with. To say he's found his changes difficult would be an understatement of dramatic proportions, and even now there's the small, dark part of him that thinks of it as a punishment, a curse, an awful, unwanted affliction. He's sunk past denial, and terror, and abject horror, sliding at last towards something like uneasy resignation. Not that an ounce of it shows in his bearing now, his bird-like body loose and languid-- one could easily be forgiven for thinking he'd been born to this.

He nods, once, slowly, when she gives her response, asks her question. Leans one narrow hip against the rough wood of the table beside him.]

I've heard mention of it, yes. You hear a lot, as a barkeep, you know. And I've been paying attention to the little devices. Although ah, I'll admit, the dream passed me over, this time.

[And it's the first real indication, perhaps, that he arrived here by way of the mirrors, himself.]

[freeing]

[ She holds it close to herself. As symbolic as the dragonscales beginning to rip from her flesh may be, she's only shared her concerns with Jorah. Someone who has seen what dragons truly mean to her. It's a weighted conversation – one she refuses and denies for now.

Her eyes catch his motions every so often, as if trying to see if it is natural or foreign. If he is native or mirrorbound. That is answered soon enough with a curious perk of her brow. ]

You should consider yourself fortunate. You remain out of the fire, even if you feel the heat then. [ Those in the dreams did have to face responsibilities, herself included. ] I suppose the groups gathered here are ones interested in voicing their concerns and suggestions to how best deal with this other city that could present a problem to Aefenglom's way of life.

[rowdyraven]

Hah! Well. Now there's a change.

[His smile flashes wide, bright, sharp teeth a white coruscation in the dim light of the bar. Because it is a change, for him to be 'safe' somewhere on the outskirts whilst others are caught up in the thick of it, bringing trouble down onto themselves. There's a feeling in him then, some dark and painful twinge, another sharp reminder of how far he's removed himself, of late. How he's stood back and stood by, descending into his own twisting thoughts and the ugly depths of his pain and the changes wracked his body.

No more, though. He can't keep this up, can he, when others are ready and willing to put themselves at risk?]

And so it's all true, then? That the city of Dorchacht is keeping, er... [A momentary stumble before he says the word, still disliking it, the connotations of it--] Monsters enslaved?

[freeing]

[ She wouldn't blame him — she asks a lot, she knows. She asks for faith and to fight wars that were not theirs. Daenerys nods. ]

Bound by vocal commands from Witches and submissive to unfair bonds, yes. Sold like livestock to the highest bidder. Their freedoms limited, if they have any at all.