ROADS TO RICHES MINGLE POST

[save_the_souls]

Who: YOU! ME! EVERYBODY!
Broadcast: MAYBE!
Action: Casino Stations and regular waystations.
When: First half of May!

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Bars, gardens, OTA

[wolfuncaged]

[A: Arrival]

[Fenris remembers New Las Vegas form his time in Exsilium. He tried to murder a car. It was the worst time. He frowns at the blinking lights around him, the endless jingles and buzzes of slot machines and makes an 'ugh' sound. ]

Not this again.

[B: Lounge bar]

[Fenris can always be relied on to find the alcohol any place. He's like an elven sniffer dog, that way. Luckily, there is plenty of choice for him, here. Most nights he can be found in one of the lounge bars, curled up on a big chair in a corner with a bottle of wine, largely keeping to himself. ]

[C: Gardens]

[When he's not drinking (because even he needs to give his liver a break) Fenris can be found in the gardens. Sometimes, he just wanders around, barefooted and silent, admiring the plantlife and water features, and enjoying the quiet of the place. Sometimes, he can be found sat at a fountain or a table, squinting at a book in his lap with the sort of ferocity you'd expect him to have with someone he was battling. Which he kind of is. Reading isn't easy, and he treats it like just about everything else he does in life; as a battle.]

Gardens

[blightedson]

[One of the times that Fenris is wandering around the gardens he comes across Felix, who is current sitting on a bench or a low wall, slightly hunched over. One hand is across his stomach and the other is rubbing at his temple.

When he hears Fenris come around, though, he straightens up a bit and looks over at him. He offers Fenris a small smile by way of greeting. He still looks a little sick around the edges but he's trying to put on a good face.]

Fenris. Hello.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris pauses, on hearing Felix's voice, turns, and makes his way over. What he does isn't quite a smile, rather a brief tug of his lips, but that he's glad to see Felix at all speaks volumes. ]

Hello, Felix.

[The not-smile fades, and his brows furrow. ]

You aren't feeling any better?

[blightedson]

Hmm. It catches up to me a bit, that's all.

[A slight pause, because he wants to be honest with Fenris.] Some of the treatment requires magic. I've never been very good at that part.

I suppose I should learn to be better about asking for help.

C

[arcanepower]

[Despite being an elf, there aren't a whole lot of barefooted ones around. Possessing a rather thick book of epic alien poetry, he's somewhat distracted until he spots Fenris around a hedge, and then he's interested. The tattoos aren't anything he's seen before. They're more like scars. Runic tattoos are the flavor of the blood elves, but this man...

He doesn't look quite like the other elves he's seen, but he carries himself like a warrior, and Belth is as intimidated as he is curious.

He tucks his book beneath his arm and peeks around the hedge. He could be stealthy except... for the really long ears poking out, god damn it.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris knows when he's being watched. It just one of those senses you get, when you have lived the life he has. He freezes, not making any quick movements, his eyes scanning the area, trying to find the threat.

And then he sees the pair of ear and exhales. ]

If you are attempting to hide from me, you are not doing a good job of it.

[arcanepower]

[The ears pin back immediately and Belthazar ducks, but it's too late. He's been spotted. He wrestles for a moment with the thought of coming out and actually talking to the man, or just popping Invisibility and making a run for it...

In the end, though, his curiosity wins. He slinks out from behind the hedge. He's... pretty small, all things considered, and his posture doesn't help.]

You look almost like someone from my homeworld, but not quite. I was trying to decide if you were an elf or half.

C

[ino]

[ Ino's wandering around the gardens at some point, using her communicator to snap some pictures of the plant life she finds interesting or hasn't seen before.

Of course, when she sees Fenris, her enthusiasm is dampened somewhat, and she gives him a bit of a frown, like "why are you even here".

THIS GARDEN AIN'T BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US ... ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris was just enjoying the peace and quiet, and that frown is interrupting that, missy. He scowls, closing his book with a sharp movement.]

What have I done to you now?

[ino]

[ Hey, she wasn't making any noise!

But she rolls her eyes ]

Nothing. Yet.

B

[coppermarigolds]

[Her own drink is far smaller: a glass of whiskey, or at least something close enough to whiskey to be called that. She's seen Fenris, and she can't ignore him entirely. If he wants solitude, she'll let him be, but there's a great deal of comfort in a familiar face.]

Can I join you?

[wolfuncaged]

[At the sound of her voice, Fenris pulls himself out of whatever he was doing (not brooding, but totally brooding) and offers her a small smile. He nods over to one of the empty chairs close by. ]

Of course, Aveline. I always welcome your company.

[And, because he has been worried about her:] How are you settling in?

[coppermarigolds]

As well as can be expected.

[She sits, stiffly, but with a definite effort to make herself comfortable. Try to relax. It's a vacation, in a place like this, right?]

Anders is my captain.

B

[realhumanbeing]

Fenris!

[It's hard to see, given that no one turns on the lights in these places, but the elf's silvery hair makes him stand out. Steven shouts out his name and slips off the bar stool, wobbling over to see him.

Actually, that's a lot of wobbling for a twelve year old.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris' lip turns slightly upwards, an almost smile at the sound of Steven's voice. The look turns into one of slight confusion by all the wobbling. ]

...Are you alright, Steven?

[realhumanbeing]

Ye-eah.

[He draws out the word slowly, his eyes narrowing as he assess himself. His mind feels odd, wobbling and flipping, but it's not bad. And anyway, there's Fenris! He beams at him and, with a hup, hoists himself up to sit on the chair arm.]

They need better lighting in this place, though.

C

[princessia]

[ Elize is wandering through the gardens, enjoying herself and taking in all the sights. It's until she passes by the elf sitting at the fountain that she suddenly freezes in her steps. She can't quite describe it in her own words, but she suddenly senses something different about the air around her. Or whatever she senses, it's coming strongly from Fenris's direction. She doesn't know what it is, but Teepo would've been able to better put it into words if he were here. ]

Umm...

[ She only turns to look at Fenris briefly, before quickly turning away. Don't stare, don't stare. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is used to being stared at. When you're covered in tattoos, it tends to draw attention to yourself. Not the best thing for a city elf, where becoming invisible is a survival strategy.

He turns sharply at the sound, eyes narrowing. ]

What?

[princessia]

[ It's really not the tattoos that draws her attention, having seen a few elves with them already. But something feels different about him, almost familiar. He called her out and there's no running off now. The small girl turns to face him, but she looks back down shyly, rubbing her hands together nervously. ]

N-nothing. You just... remind me of someone. [ Except they were more friendly about it to her. ] I'm sorry for staring.

B

[pirasea]

[Fenris isn't the only one who's good at finding booze. Not that there's really talent involved with that in this place. Nor in finding Fenris apparently. His glower is doing a good job of keeping away the bulk of the crowd in the bar, which Isabela can't say she blames them for. He isn't exactly the most welcoming of sights.

Not that that stops her dropping down on the arm of the chair he's sitting on, draping the arm that isn't holding a large glass of some kind of cocktail she convinced someone else to buy her around his shoulders.]

You look like you're having fun.

[Or. You know. The opposite of that.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is aware of most of what is going on around him at any given time. You stay on the run long enough, you create a constant vigilance that never really goes away ever again. Not that he needs it, Isabela is the sort of person who owns a room the second she steps boot into it.

As such, he doesn't tense up at the sudden contact. Isabela is one of the few people who has earned the right to invade his exceptionally large personal space bubble. He gives a long suffering sigh at it, but it's not out of any actual annoyance, just a token gesture. ]

I'm perfectly content at the moment.

gardens

[invigorates]

[ there's a variety of things that attract her to fenris as she walks through the gardens. the tattoos on his skin, for one, are so reminiscent of the leylines she herself bears that she actually stops and stares - he's too light to be a dark elf, but aside from that, he could easily be mistaken for one.

another reason is that he's reading - and he looks frustrated while doing so. is the book way too intense for him? she decides to ask. ]

Hello, ser. Might I ask what you are reading? [ she speaks as she approaches, smiling. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is well used to other tattooed elves. He knows plenty of Dalish, after all. But this one is different. Her markings are almost like his own, he's fairly certain they're not made of lyrium - she doesn't look like a Thedosian elf. But this is something close.

He raises the book, to show the title. It's the crappy romance Cassandra gave him. It's called Thistle and Flame. He has no idea what a Scotsman is, but he hears Sebastian's voice in his head when he reads it. It makes it a hundred times better, but Sebastian's voice has that effect on most things. ]

Someone I know lent it to me.

C

[destinyembrace]

[(Un)fortunately for Fenris, he's not the only one who's discovered the peace and quiet of the gardens. Kairi sought the place out, nursing a hangover but stubbornly refusing to stay stuck on the ship. She has her old outfit from home on, the hood up over her head and blocking out her face as much as possible until she makes it into the garden. With the noise from the casino gone, she sighs quietly in relief. The noise and lights had been too much for her headache, and it was a wonder she had even managed to get here.

The hood had prevented her from seeing Fenris, at least until she had sat down. In fact, she had sat down right across from him, and didn't see him until she finally looked up.]

Oh!

[Needless to say, she was surprised. She jolted in her seat, sliding off and smacking her knee against the ground. And of course, since she was wearing a skirt and not pants, it gets scraped up nicely.

Well, just. Gosh darn it to heck.]

Sorry, so sorry. [Leave it to her to be more concerned about bugging the other person than the fact that now her knee is bleeding a bit. She grabs it and tries to hobble off.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris hadn't even been paying her any attention, until she made a lot of noise and fell down. He sharply looks from his book, in cease they're being attacked. When he realises there's no violence to be had, he relaxes, a touch, frowning at the girl. ]

...For what?

[A pause, then flatly: ]

You're bleeding.