Tooth Fairy Headache

Log Info

• Title: Tooth Fairy Headache

• Emitter: Telamon

• Characters: Culix, Ravenstongue, Sable, Telamon

• Place: The TarRaCe

• Summary: Telamon and Ravenstongue dive into the TarRaCe to escape the sudden rain. Culix and Sable join them, with Culix ranting about tooth fairies. Ravenstongue is horrified to learn about them, and a conversation passes on the subject of dental fey.

The TarRaCe, midday.

It's a reasonable crowd in the TarRaCe, mostly due to the angry storm that seems to have blown up unexpectedly. Jokes about Rada trying to drive people into the pub are circling, as the rain pelts down savagely outside. Fortunately, inside the pub, the fires are lit, the food and drink are plentiful, and the bathhouse is open for those who caught the worst of the weather.

Indeed, here comes one of said patrons now, wrapped in a heavy robe, his platinum hair still damp as Telamon grumbles, "Gods and stars, where did THAT come from? If that's some fool playing with weather-control spells I'm going to be most cross..." His clothing is hung out to dry by the fires (it's in good company), but his haversack dangles from one hand as he sits down at one of the tables. Gesturing for one of the waitstaff, he murmurs to them, before leaning back and raking his hand through his hair.

Culix makes her way into the TarRaCe by way of the main entrance, an oilcloth cloak wrapped around her which seems to have done a half decent job of keeping most of the rain off her, though her boots squelch as she walks, announcing that they were not spared from filling with water. She shakes off her cloak and hangs it up, and then takes off her shoes as well which she wanders, barefoot, over to leave by the fire. "It's absolutely bloody pissing it down." she huffs the obvious to anyone who cares to listen.

Cor'lana follows in, shivering a little as she steps inside. The sorceress is similarly soaked, although it's mostly her cape and dark hair that's slick with the rain that spills from the sky. She doffs the cape and leaves it to hang by the fire as well. The white raven that's usually on her shoulder, however, just flies straight to Telamon, landing in front of him on the table. "Snacks," he says.

"Pothy, at least let poor Telamon breathe first," she chides the raven as she goes to the table that Telamon's claimed. She takes a seat next to Telamon and leans in to kiss him on the cheek. "Least it's nice in here."

Sable ducks inside, her fingers trace the water out of her long red locks. She sighs, her clothing all wet, and she dribbles onto the floor. "Egads.." she steps a little in place now that shes found a dry holding to stand within. A little smile shifts over her features as she also disrobes her jacket and follows the now barefoot goblin in...

Telamon laughs softly as Pothy alights before him. "I agree completely, Pothy. Snacks are definitely in order." He smiles as Lana kisses his cheek. "I swear, it did not look like it was going to do that this morning, or I'd have taken the parasol. As is, well..." He looks around. "There are much worse places to wash up, so to speak."

At this point, the waitress comes by with a nice big platter of bread, cheese, and sliced sausages -- just the thing for hungry familiars or people. Another tray holds four glasses, and he blinks bemusedly. "I only asked for two... ah well." He opens his haversack, reaching in to pull out an unmarked bottle and set it on the table.

Culix looks towards the entrance to the baths, now, clearly considering bath first lunch later after that soaking. But her belly rumbles, and she decides that food is in order first. She can have a nice soak afterwards. And so she turns back about to take stock of the room. It is indeed fairly busy, but she spies a couple of faces she's seen at or around the guild once or twice before, so heads on over to Telamon and RT. "Mind if I join you?" she asks, before climbing up onto a vacant seat without waiting for the answer.

Cor'lana snickers a little at Telamon. "I know, honey. You're usually the one holding the parasol to protect little old me from the rain," she says. Then she eyes the platter that's brought out to her. "I'll have a bit of that, but--"

"Snacks!" Pothy says happily, his tail wagging up and down. Then the white raven goes to town. He... actually assembles himself some stacks of cheese and sausages before it goes down the hatch.

Cor'lana looks up at Culix and nods. "Sure, go ahead. Four glasses of water--might as well that the extra two are actually used."

Sable mmmms a little as the hot scents catch her nose, she groans softly as her belly rumbles a little. Her eyes look over to Telamon and his table of people, whom she dose not know. She raises a finger and she waves to the group before she settles herself in, dribbling on the floor. "Sausage n cheese n beer. Sounds great." she says quietly before offering "round for them over there too."

Telamon looks at Culix in surprise, then studies the goblin carefully. "Wait... I think I've seen you. You were at the Guild the other week when I came by to give a deposition about some nastiness in the Noble's Quarter." He shudders. "Nasty stuff, that." He offers Culix his hand. "Telamon Atlon at your service. This is Cor'lana Lupecyll, my fiancee, and the all-devouring maw with wings here is Pothy, short for Apotheosis."

As Sable sits down, he offers the khazad a smile in turn. "The picks strike true and the ore is plenty, ma'am. Thank you for your offer. It's a foul day outside and much better to be indoors." He looks wry. "I didn't expect a storm to brew up, but such is life."

Culix ohs and nods her head a bit, "Yeah I think I remember that... Not that it ever really bothers me much what horrible thing is happening in the Nobles quarter, usually." She huffs then. "May their privies be infested by otyugh, and their gardens full of ankhegs, I say." the goblin offers. "Good to meet you both- er, all?" She adds, glancing to Pothy. However, her attention is promptly grabbed by a minor mystery, "What's in the bottle?" she wonders next, pointing at it.

Cor'lana can't help but snicker. "Yes, all. Pothy's my familiar, but he's certainly got a mind and personality of his own," she explains.

Pothy pauses for a moment in his snacking campaign to look at Culix, and then at Sable. He tilts his head. "Merp," he croaks in greeting to them both, then he offers: "Snacks?" All may share, but the competition is fierce. Even Cor'lana's had less than the familiar--but then again, she's only made herself one little stack of bread, cheese, and sausage slices.

Her violet eyes twinkle as she looks at Culix. "I think that might be one of Telamon's little concoctions," she says. "Am I right, love?"

Sable mmms a little as she gets the food she ordered. She looks over to the familiar and she smiles a bit "ahhh I have a young mount I am training, that eats a fair amount too, I call em Jhor. I am Sable, Sable Silverstorm" she says quietly "Knight of Peace". she inclines her head to them as she begins to eat.

Telamon snorts with a grin. "This one will eat just about everything in front of them, if given a chance. Fortunately, he's a good conversationalist to make up for it." He munches on some bread, happily assuaging his hunger.

At Culix's question, and Lana's perceptive remark, Tel nods. "It is indeed. That's a bottle of what the book calls 'Daeus's Embrace', and thank the gods for it." He makes a face. "I'm going to have to try again with Feathered Friend. I don't know what I did wrong, but when I checked the beaker this morning, it looked like solidified tree sap. Pretty sure that's not drinkable."

He smiles. "Live and learn, though." He picks up the bottle, and pulls the tray of glasses over. "Who wants to try some?"

Culix looks over towards Sable as she introduces herself, and then realizes something. "Oh, right. Culix." she belatedly introducing herself, "Jus' Culix." she adds a moment later, since she doesn't have any titles to share. She pilfers some food from the platter, deft hands assembling a sandwich in no time flat, before Pothy eats it all. "Sure, I'll try most anything once." she says with a grin and a shrug.

"Pleased to meet you both, Culix and Sable," Cor'lana says with a smile. "Daeus's Embrace is quite a good one. It was actually the first one of these that Telamon and I tried."

She takes a glass and begins to down it. It's a small sip as she tastes it and puts it back down on the table, smiling brightly. "It still makes me feel the same way as I did the last time we had this one," she says to Telamon. "Pleasant and wonderful."

Sable snacks as she listens and she smiles a bit as she looks to Lana and she nods her head a bit. Her own fingers slide around her drink as she mmms "Daeus's Embrace, can not say I have heard of that." she says back. Eatting with rather polite handling of her fork rather then shoveling, shes just simply conversing between bites.

Telamon pours four glasses worth from the bottle. The liquor is a strangle, golden color, like liquid sunlight. It shimmers like molten gold, as it fills each tumbler. Clearly, something more than mere mundane spirits. Tel picks up a glass and smiles. "Your health, friends," before taking a sip.

Those who drink find it has a pleasant taste, not too sweet, similar to brandy. And as it is imbibed, a deep warmth seems to wrap around the drinker, more than just alcohol. It feels like lying outside in the sun, or being wrapped in a warm blanket in front of a cozy fire. A pleasant, almost cuddly feeling, as though one is in a soothing embrace.

"I was recently gifted," Tel replies to Sable with a grin to Lana, "a book on crafting certain liquors and spirits into more intriguing combinations. So far I've only brewed a few, but the results have been fascinating."

Culix swils the drink, peering at it, sniffs it, and then shrugs and knocks it back. She thinks on it for a minute, and then her eyebrows raise up, "Hey this aint bad. Could have done with a stash of this when I was in the big house." she muses then as she enjoys the sensation. "almost better than the baths." She adds a moment, and tips her head towards the exit in question. "But I don't wanna offend the establishment, so not quite." she adds then. Her assembled sandwich is tossed into her wide goblin mouth whole, and chewed up with pointy chompers.

"The baths here are quite nice," Cor'lana says with a smile. She leans in a little closer to Telamon, the drink getting to her. "Basically the perfect solution for any adventure that sees you crawling around in the sewers of Alexandria. Which I've done... Three times now. Which is three times too many. Strange things go on down there."

"Gross," Pothy says in a mimic of Cor'lana's voice. He apparently has opinions on the sewers.

Cor'lana snickers as she reaches out and pets the raven's cream-white feathers. "You said it, Pothy."

Sable gets one of the strangely colored drinks and she sips it. "oooh my" she says as she relaxes and she closes her hazle colored eyes. "mmm" she says softly licking her lips "whomever made this needs a prize." she says quietly her eyes flicker to Telamon "this... sir is amazing." she chuckles.

Telamon nods. "It does have a comforting feel to it. It's a lot like brandy, but not as... brash, I guess? Mellower." He inclines his head to Sable with a smile. "Thank you. I admit I'm running with the recipes I've found so far, rather than trying to concoct my own. But it's giving me ideas, and I might try something of my own invention in time."

He takes another sip, and chuckles. "It's not that long ago that Lana bore witness to me detonating my alchemy set. A somewhat unimpressive start, I must say." His expression becomes slightly dour at the mention of the sewers. "If you go down there, make sure to budget money for professional laundering. The stink... gods, the stink."

"It's about finding the right sewer." Culix says then, leaning back in her seat. "Used to spend a bunch of my time in one of the storm drains when I was a little anklebiter." she recalls then with a brief smile. "They aren't so bad. The domestic ones, though? Not great. Not great at all." she agrees with the other two.

"Then again, it's not just the sewers that stink." she leans forwards then as she continues. "Just recently had a job, looking into what killed a bunch of folks. Turns out it was tooth faries. Put them to sleep, ripped their teeth out, then left them to bleed out." she says then, giving an exagerated shudder. "Anyway, little known thing about tooth fairies. When they die, they explode. Into this... stinking smoke. It smells like... uh... it smells like someone refined hangover breath down into its purest form."

Cor'lana's eyes widen at the mention of tooth fairies. "You encountered what? Where?" She leans forward in her chair a little. "Did they have a leader? Did they saw what Court they belonged to? I... am acquainted with matters of the fey. I can either glean some insight or learn more."

Pothy coughs. This earns a look from Cor'lana, who sheepishly admits, "We have two pixies in our garden at home, but their worst crime is admiring men who walk by."

Sable looks over at the story of the bloodthirsty fairys and she blinks her eyes slightly .. Those eyesmove to Corlana as she speaks of her acquaintances and she laughs a little as Pothy encourages more "ahh how many men do you have walking by your home then?" she teases.

Telamon makes a disgusted face. "Tooththieves. I've never seen them but I've heard of them from a couple of sources. Nobody's going to miss those little pests -- they're sadistic little runts and even other fey aren't fond of them." He raises his glass in salute to Culix. "Well done."

He grins at Sable. "Well, we are in the University District, so there's a fair amount of traffic to and from the wizarding school there. They're really quite amiable, if a little easily distracted." He finishes his glass, setting it down for the moment. "It's a shame summer is ending -- the garden really did take off nicely."

Culix nods her head, taking another sandwich and munching on it before continuing, "Little village, half a day north." she answers the first question with mouth half full, before swallowing it and continuing, "They had a king, yeah, and had set up their own little court, around a Lone Tree far from the forest." she adds then. "Think it had to do with... well... this is a little depressing, but there were dead refugees. Don't think the fairies killed them, think they offed themselves when they thought they wouldn't be able to escape the Wights." Culix says, looking away for a moment. The warmth of that drink is wearing off.

"But uh, yeah, we put them down. Know a bit about the fair folk, myself. Enough to know to stick 'em with cold iron and such." She finishes up then.

Cor'lana looks a little disturbed as Culix recounts the tale, her lips pressing together into a thin line with the last remark. "Not all fey are splendid and helpful creatures," she says. "Many are opportunistic and are... simply trying to survive. Especially if they are bound here to Ea and are not in the whispering world."

She looks to Sable and smiles genially. "Well," she says, "Telamon here is the primary subject. There is a reason I am marrying him, although I didn't fall in love with him for his dashing good looks. There's also my uncle Luthel who comes to visit, as does Telamon's cousin. And our friends who come over for tea on occasion. The pixies are simply easily bored and amuse themselves with commentary."

Sable looks unpleased at the tale herself, and she sips on the drink finishing her food. Her head bobs to Telamon as he mentions living near the school before she looks over to Lana. "it sounds as if it never gets borring actually."

Telamon looks appalled at Culix's tale, though it's clear it's the content, and not the teller. "...Unpleasant," he says, in a marvel of understatement. "Do you need another, friend Culix?" He taps the bottle lightly. "It's all right if you do."

At Lana's comment, he chuckles and puts his arm around her. "Oh, it wasn't? I thought it was the introductions to the latest in fashion and tailoring." He grins impishly at her, before nodding to Sable. "Honestly, though, I like that aspect of it. When you're an adventurer, you see things you might prefer not to see." He nods to Culix sympathetically. "And having a place to come back to, where the greatest worry is the pixies mooning over some passing student or Pothy sampling your soup... that makes a difference. It helps you build a tale for yourself, where your life isn't defined solely by hunting down the latest abomination against gods and people."

Culix takes a refill gratefully and knocks it back in short order. "Yeah... for the most part the Fey seem... to have alien minds. They think different to how we do. Ripping out people's teeth is no more strange to them than walking your dog or buying a loaf of bread I guess." Culix says, "Still, though, I like my teeth. I need 'em. So they had to go." she adds.

"Can't say I've met any nice Fey, mind. I know I've read about 'em, and they seem to run the gamut from murderous psychopaths to annoyingly playful little brats." she says. "But, that's a thing. Why is so much of the stuff out there just so- so..." she lifts her hands, gesturing helplessly, "Gross! And angry and weird and gross?"

Sable smiles a little and she looks over her empty plate, she looks to the door and grimaces, "well I should head back out..." she says quietly "My hungry little mount needs some of this too".. she orders abit to go

Cor'lana is... tense, as Culix talks about the fey, even as she gives a brief wave farewell to Sable's departure. She is still for a moment, her violet eyes uncertain, her mouth pressed into a thin line again. "There are nice fey," she says. "But you're right. They are tricky. They are... different. And so am I."

She folds her hands into her lap politely, leaning back into her chair. "There is a lot out there that is awful. But there is a lot out there that is also... wonderful. And lovely. And kind. They are capable of both things." She slips into almost a dreamer's tone of voice, her violet eyes going thoughtful.

Telamon pats Lana's hand. "Just like people, not every fey is good, but not every one is evil either. Some are a lot closer to mortals than they care to admit, and others are simply inscrutable." He offers Culix a wry smile. "If you venture to the woods north of Alexandria, past the farmland, for example... there are dryads. Who aren't bad, but they can be a little obtuse about things."

He pours himself another glass of the golden wine, before continuing, "Still, it's always best to be cautious. Lana and I are pretty experienced when it comes to encounters with the fey. If you find yourself in need of counsel, I think we could oblige you."

Culix looks to Lana and tilts her head to the side a bit, "Sorry, struck a nerve? I guess it's just that the guild doesn't get billets posted to meet the friendly ones, just the ones what are out murdering people or stealing children or what have you." she offers a sheepish smile.

At Telamon's offer, she shrugs a shoulder, "I mean, I know the basics. Don't tell 'em your name, be careful what you say if they want to bargain, don't look at a dryad when she's bathing- although, I figure that one's just common decency."

It's Cor'lana's turn to look a little sheepish as she's brought out of her thoughtful reverie, smiling bashfully. "Ah, well--no, no offense taken," she says. "I am... a descendant of the fey, through my father's side. Not that you can see it currently," she says, gesturing to her high-necked dress she's chosen for the day, "but there is a mark of a feather that's been put permanently onto my skin that indicates that I am descended from my 'Grandfather'. He is a nice man, albeit odd, and I discovered a lot of my own oddities come from him--even though we are many generations removed."

She reaches over and pets Pothy on the head. His tail wags up and down again.

"But even Grandfather can be dangerous. Granted, so am I, and so are you, Culix, and so is Lana here. By degrees, I suppose, but we are not mere trifles." Telamon sips his drink again. "No, Lana and I have seen fey good and bad. The trick is differentiating the two."

At Culix's comment about dryads, he remarks, "No, I think that's nymphs. Still, like you said, common decency. Even if the lady doesn't mind, it's best not to ogle." He grins. "Or leprechauns. Don't even think about a leprechaun's gold, they do NOT handle it well."

Culix watches Lana as she explains, nodding along, "Like I say, unless they like to take their baths here or drink at the guild, or they're out causing trouble, I don't usually have cause to meet 'em. I get the impression Fey mostly like to be left alone, but if they do want something to do with you, you'll know about it." she says then. "But I wasn't just talking about the Fair folk, mind. There's all sorts of weird stuff out there, not just Fey. And most of it is violent or gross or both." she shakes her head a bit. "Makes you wonder if the gods aren't playing some big prank on us." she adds.

She sets her glass down and finishes off her sandwich, "Anyway. Thanks for the grub, and the drink. I reckon I'm going to hit the baths." she says and turns in her seat, wiggling her backside to the edge of it, and then hopping off. "And- I don't blame 'em. I'd get pretty upset if some rando started asking for my gold, too." she finishes before heading towards the entrance to the baths.

Cor'lana's eyes twinkle a little at the remark of the gods. "Mmm, possibly," she replies with a grin. "Ultimately, none of us know the gods so intimately as to know what they think. I am merely only here to listen to the song of Vaire now that I am ready to do so. Enjoy the baths, Culix."

She looks at Telamon with a grin. "Shall we continue to enjoy our meal and our drink together, then? Well... All three of us."

Pothy continues to eat. It is far better to enjoy snacks in the comfort of a dry building than to be snackless in the rain.