RE: Cloudsea - The Chronicle of Alice Van Vaugen
07-21-2017, 01:05 PM
The music quiets down. The band shifts around. They move stuff around, change seating, instruments, in some cases. Then they begin to play, and once again, the entire tone of the music has changed.
Empty followed their gaze. The man at the bar was indeed clearly in some form of panic. His eyes were going everywhere, one could tell by the way his facial muscles moved, even with those dark, obscuring glasses. His hands never stopped moving. Writing. Taking a drink. More writing. His shirt was odd indeed, pattered oddly, in a style not very common to the Imperial Sphere. He took another drink. The glass was empty. He put it down, and grabbed someone's drink. They went to say something, but the barman stopped them. There was just no reasoning with this literary madman.
The 'bird-lady', henceforth known as a tengu (at least for now) was indeed, looking quite popular. The laughter and chatter coming from that corner of the cafe was only really being beaten out by the occasional sounds of. . . cheering? They were clustered around a table, actually. . . and one of the blobs of color just slumped away- and the tengu has picked up a necklace off the table, shown it off to their companions, and slipped it onto her neck. Curious. Then she picked up a set of dice from the table in her claw, and threw them down. Ah. That makes sense now.
The grumpy looking barman opens an eye for a second, and pans it over to a52. There is a noncommittal grunt, and a glass, some ice, and a pitcher of water swirl around him for a moment, before the three combine into a frosty glass of ice water.
A waiter sporting some... very unusual piercings for someone who supposedly exists in a place within the Imperial Sphere tries to grab the glass, but they step back when the barman gives them a grunt. The waiter puts his hands up, then runs one through his smooth hair, the colored part bouncing back into shape quicker than everything else. Fine, whatever. He picks up a tray and walks past the group, muttering something about 'just a few more weeks'.
He passes by someone who snatches a glass off the tray- a rather snappily dressed androgynous person. Vest. Pinstriped shirt. Brass goggles... A pilot perhaps? Or just someone who appreciates eye-wear. They take a drink, and turn better into a nearby light source. Hm! Green skin, and those ruffles around the collar appear to be leaves. Curious. They finish the drink and put the glass down, before heading over to what is presumably the exit? A door of some kind, and disappear somewhere else.
Sadly, it only takes a moment of examining for a52 to realize they look like everybody else sitting at the table. Grey robe, name written on a tag at the shoulder, and- nothing else. They are invisible. Or not there? A ghost? That's weird. They also lack the 'fog' and 'spooky shadow arms' that Empty has.
. . .On the upside, a52's glass of ice cold water has arrived! It's slightly fizzy though, and slowly clouding. The culprit appears to be a tablet at the bottom of the glass, made of what can only be assumed is miracle gro, or this world's interpretation of that.
The barman, being mentioned in such a way, only nods their head and continues to endlessly float objects around themselves, mixing, merging, pouring, splashing and otherwise manipulating them.
She certainly cut an impressive figure. . . The right arm is built quite well, it barely looks much larger than her left- although she is also quite sturdy in stature already. Interestingly enough, her left arm resembles the right- it takes a moment to realize that the lighting is wrong. . . Those are tattoos! Incredibly detailed, the amount of time required must have been. . . Well, a lot, really. The tattoos even covered her hand, and might have even gone past the shoulder- but she was wearing a heavy sleeveless top and heavy rough-cloth pants. . .
There are stories of 'airship tribals', essentially entire families, an entire village that lives on a single massive airship. . . Or perhaps a series of airships that can all connect together easily? The stories are hardly clear, and while you will occasionally see people that resemble those from the stories, the airships themselves are never seen by the general populace. It's suspected they actually live IN the CloudSea. . .
Oop, oop. Now she's flexing both of her arms at that waitress-shaped blob. It's... pretty clear that this lady wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for the four or five large empty glasses next to her. Even these drunken attempts at pigeon-like posturing seem bashful at heart.
Aaaaand the waitress just reached out and patted her on the shoulder. Her face visibly droops for a split second before she laughs and bows a little. Clearly trying to pass it off as a joke. The waitress leaves a moment later and. . . her face droops again. She sighs visibly, pushes her hair back, readjusting her poorly contained hair, licking a fang idly. She then looks back at her table. . . And sits down. She didn't even get that drink. Sad.
The music starts to grow faint, and the lights start to dim.
( . . . Ah. Alas, my friends, it appears it is time for us to go our separate ways. Thank you for coming. Thank you for spending your time with me. The time would have otherwise been fairly lonely. Not much for me to do with my host asleep. We shall have to do this again sometime. )
And then the lights are gone.
Alice mumbles a little bit to herself. She rubs her eyes and yawns. . .
And immediately reaches for her gun. Which isn't there. She's still in her pajamas, and in a small room. The noise and vibrations tells her it's an airship. What happened while she was sleeping? Sitting up, she quickly looks around. . . Not a bad room. The bed is probably the fanciest thing in here. She heard that most airships didn't have much room for things like an actual mattress.
Locating her clothes, she crawled out of bed and started to change. Hm. Nice of her kidnappers to leave her a change of clothes. . . and all her things.
Wait a minute. Kidnappers? Did the Brasstacks kidnap her? Did Qhen and Viss do this? She thought about that some more- before she was immediately interrupted. Her head turned a little, halfway through putting her undershirt on. Viss was nuzzling her side, and noticing the lack of movement, opened up a single eye and looked up at Alice. Viss was clearly aware of the fact that Alice was going to be angry about this. She looked like she was 'sorry, but not sorry'.
. . .
( ) Stare blankly at Viss.
( ) Start shouting.
( ) Start screaming.
( ) Start SHOOTING.
( ) Do SOMETHING.
( ) Wonder where your life went wrong, immediately realize that it was probably when you died.
The grumpy looking barman opens an eye for a second, and pans it over to a52. There is a noncommittal grunt, and a glass, some ice, and a pitcher of water swirl around him for a moment, before the three combine into a frosty glass of ice water.
A waiter sporting some... very unusual piercings for someone who supposedly exists in a place within the Imperial Sphere tries to grab the glass, but they step back when the barman gives them a grunt. The waiter puts his hands up, then runs one through his smooth hair, the colored part bouncing back into shape quicker than everything else. Fine, whatever. He picks up a tray and walks past the group, muttering something about 'just a few more weeks'.
He passes by someone who snatches a glass off the tray- a rather snappily dressed androgynous person. Vest. Pinstriped shirt. Brass goggles... A pilot perhaps? Or just someone who appreciates eye-wear. They take a drink, and turn better into a nearby light source. Hm! Green skin, and those ruffles around the collar appear to be leaves. Curious. They finish the drink and put the glass down, before heading over to what is presumably the exit? A door of some kind, and disappear somewhere else.
Sadly, it only takes a moment of examining for a52 to realize they look like everybody else sitting at the table. Grey robe, name written on a tag at the shoulder, and- nothing else. They are invisible. Or not there? A ghost? That's weird. They also lack the 'fog' and 'spooky shadow arms' that Empty has.
. . .On the upside, a52's glass of ice cold water has arrived! It's slightly fizzy though, and slowly clouding. The culprit appears to be a tablet at the bottom of the glass, made of what can only be assumed is miracle gro, or this world's interpretation of that.
There are stories of 'airship tribals', essentially entire families, an entire village that lives on a single massive airship. . . Or perhaps a series of airships that can all connect together easily? The stories are hardly clear, and while you will occasionally see people that resemble those from the stories, the airships themselves are never seen by the general populace. It's suspected they actually live IN the CloudSea. . .
Oop, oop. Now she's flexing both of her arms at that waitress-shaped blob. It's... pretty clear that this lady wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for the four or five large empty glasses next to her. Even these drunken attempts at pigeon-like posturing seem bashful at heart.
Aaaaand the waitress just reached out and patted her on the shoulder. Her face visibly droops for a split second before she laughs and bows a little. Clearly trying to pass it off as a joke. The waitress leaves a moment later and. . . her face droops again. She sighs visibly, pushes her hair back, readjusting her poorly contained hair, licking a fang idly. She then looks back at her table. . . And sits down. She didn't even get that drink. Sad.
The music starts to grow faint, and the lights start to dim.
( . . . Ah. Alas, my friends, it appears it is time for us to go our separate ways. Thank you for coming. Thank you for spending your time with me. The time would have otherwise been fairly lonely. Not much for me to do with my host asleep. We shall have to do this again sometime. )
And then the lights are gone.
Alice mumbles a little bit to herself. She rubs her eyes and yawns. . .
And immediately reaches for her gun. Which isn't there. She's still in her pajamas, and in a small room. The noise and vibrations tells her it's an airship. What happened while she was sleeping? Sitting up, she quickly looks around. . . Not a bad room. The bed is probably the fanciest thing in here. She heard that most airships didn't have much room for things like an actual mattress.
Locating her clothes, she crawled out of bed and started to change. Hm. Nice of her kidnappers to leave her a change of clothes. . . and all her things.
Wait a minute. Kidnappers? Did the Brasstacks kidnap her? Did Qhen and Viss do this? She thought about that some more- before she was immediately interrupted. Her head turned a little, halfway through putting her undershirt on. Viss was nuzzling her side, and noticing the lack of movement, opened up a single eye and looked up at Alice. Viss was clearly aware of the fact that Alice was going to be angry about this. She looked like she was 'sorry, but not sorry'.
Viss Wrote:"Goodmorning, Aliss. Did you sleep well?"
. . .
( ) Stare blankly at Viss.
( ) Start shouting.
( ) Start screaming.
( ) Start SHOOTING.
( ) Do SOMETHING.
( ) Wonder where your life went wrong, immediately realize that it was probably when you died.
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