[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

[freeing]

The... what?

[ Is that a title? He ... sounds very silly explaining and he can see the way her face twists in confusion. Her brows perk up, nose scrunches. It all sounds ... odd, something she can't even begin to parse.

SORRY, EVERYTHING ELSE CAN WAIT... ]

What is an America...?

[fifty]

Okay, so, the continent I'm on is North America, so I'm a bunch of different places on that continent who all united together.

Wait, do you know what a continent is?

[freeing]

I do. I... the word is still foreign sounding to me. [ Look, she knows of lands – of kingdoms and continents. She tenses up a bit defensively. ] I do, our worlds will certainly have different continents or practices but...

[ Okay, she'll just ask: ]

And... forgive me, but... you are one of these landmasses? I don't quite understand.

[fifty]

I'm like a spirit that represents one of the countries on the landmass. I look human--or before I came here I did--but I'm not really.

[freeing]

...You're... not serious.

[ I mean, Dany, look around you? There's a questioning glance, something that fills her with skepticism, but... this world was clearly of some other divine creation. ]

It sounds so... odd to me. I have no reason to disbelieve you in a room full of witches and monsters, however –

[ A whole spirit... of a country. ]

[fifty]

It's totally normal where I come from! Every nation has somebody like me. [Also some cultures who aren't strictly nations, and then there's the micronations... But that's probably too much to explain.]

[freeing]

[ Perhaps she could be more sensitive?! Cultures are different in Essos, let alone her 'world' — imagine the differences from others.

There's a firmness in her features, as if she tries not to feel the red rush to her face like a fool. ]

That... is certainly interesting.

[fifty]

It's not a big deal you didn't know, though. [She didn't flat-out deny his existence or anything!] There's tons of stuff here that isn't like where I'm from. Like witches and monsters!

[freeing]

Still... I do not believe your kind are common. I do not wish to add any frustrations to you.

[ At least she's honest. ]