[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

[alienwear]

[ Peridot makes an understanding face at Toothless, and then looks back to Hiccup, resting her cheek on one hand, looking tired. ]

You're right. They're almost definitely not fine. But we're several days out from being able to do anything about it, and you're acting really jumpy. It's kind of freaking me out.

[thisisamazing]

There's plenty to do still, we need a- a plan, we can't go into this blind- [He tries to rise to pace again, and Toothless forces him down by resting the entire weight of his blunt head in Hiccup's lap.

Exhaling, he settles a hand over his dragon's scales.] I'm not- I'm not jumpy, I'm just- [He's just what? Sleep deprived? Bondless? Possibly on the edge of hallucinating? Nope, not admitting any of that to anyone.] I've been busy. I need to be busy.