Death is a Dialogue between / The Spirit and the Dust.

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[Early afternoon of Thursday, September 3 (day 95)]
[The Apothecary]

Warm weather, and softly clouded, and I wasn't going t'be in here, for it being Thursday and our usual day t'gether. But Jenna had a message sent t'the Tavern 'round noon, and hell, she's covered for me often enough. 'Sides, I'll be back in a handful of hours. Brew valerian and head down, and settle absent into the cool stone and shade of the Apothecary.

Pull down one of Bluebeard's books and set it open on the counter, and look blankly at ink set out neat on dim paper. Can't settle on making sense of the words, and end up pushing the book aside, pages hushing against each other like blanched leaves. Used t'find that this place had a certain calm to't, and now--

Anyways.

Quiet afternoon, and I'm strolling through the store and neatening the shelves to avoid standing behind the counter while I'm alone when the bell over the door rings clear and cool and I glance up in relief.

[Open to Simon]
[Closed]

Death is a Dialogue between / The Spirit and the Dust.

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[Early afternoon of Thursday, September 3 (day 95)]
[The Apothecary]

Warm weather, and softly clouded, and I wasn't going t'be in here, for it being Thursday and our usual day t'gether. But Jenna had a message sent t'the Tavern 'round noon, and hell, she's covered for me often enough. 'Sides, I'll be back in a handful of hours. Brew valerian and head down, and settle absent into the cool stone and shade of the Apothecary.

Pull down one of Bluebeard's books and set it open on the counter, and look blankly at ink set out neat on dim paper. Can't settle on making sense of the words, and end up pushing the book aside, pages hushing against each other like blanched leaves. Used t'find that this place had a certain calm to't, and now--

Anyways.

Quiet afternoon, and I'm strolling through the store and neatening the shelves to avoid standing behind the counter while I'm alone when the bell over the door rings clear and cool and I glance up in relief.

[Open to Simon]
[Closed]

Don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning

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[Lunchtime, Thursday, September 3rd]


Thought 'bout goin' down t'th'cafe fer lunch, but after th'meetin' wit'Slaughterman, when I saw all'em good ct'zens watchin' me. Figure if'n's like'at at th'bar, wha's gonna be like if'n'ey see me eatin' on Main Street? 'Spec'ally if'n'm 'lone...'n spec'ally given what happened t'poor Zann. If'n I wuz inna nastier mood I'd go out lookin' fer trouble...I ain't Zann, after all....but right now don't really feel like fightin'. So's I get m'self a sandwich at th'cook tent'n I head out t'th'river.

S'a nice 'nough day. Little warm, tail end'a summer'n all, but th'wind's comin' off'a th'water an' th'sun's out. Like it out'ere. Like it outside pure'n simple. Spent so long inna damn city, all smog'n concrete 'n dirt...bein' out'ere in th'green's still a bloody treat, even after so long.

Eat m'sandwich. Think. Ain't seen Tez inna few. Ain't's worried 'bout'im azzI wuz, not now'e's stayin' wit' th'Doc. Don't like th'Doc much, but'e'll keep Tez outta trouble. Still bit worried 'bout'im 'n Genny...ain't sure she knows what she's gettin' inta, an' ain't sure'e gets jes' how easily she c'n get hurt...jes' hopin' I c'n keep an eye on'em.

Finish m'food, light up a cig. Real pretty out. Inclined t'stay a while.


[OPEN to Tez and others]

Don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning

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[Lunchtime, Thursday, September 3rd]


Thought 'bout goin' down t'th'cafe fer lunch, but after th'meetin' wit'Slaughterman, when I saw all'em good ct'zens watchin' me. Figure if'n's like'at at th'bar, wha's gonna be like if'n'ey see me eatin' on Main Street? 'Spec'ally if'n'm 'lone...'n spec'ally given what happened t'poor Zann. If'n I wuz inna nastier mood I'd go out lookin' fer trouble...I ain't Zann, after all....but right now don't really feel like fightin'. So's I get m'self a sandwich at th'cook tent'n I head out t'th'river.

S'a nice 'nough day. Little warm, tail end'a summer'n all, but th'wind's comin' off'a th'water an' th'sun's out. Like it out'ere. Like it outside pure'n simple. Spent so long inna damn city, all smog'n concrete 'n dirt...bein' out'ere in th'green's still a bloody treat, even after so long.

Eat m'sandwich. Think. Ain't seen Tez inna few. Ain't's worried 'bout'im azzI wuz, not now'e's stayin' wit' th'Doc. Don't like th'Doc much, but'e'll keep Tez outta trouble. Still bit worried 'bout'im 'n Genny...ain't sure she knows what she's gettin' inta, an' ain't sure'e gets jes' how easily she c'n get hurt...jes' hopin' I c'n keep an eye on'em.

Finish m'food, light up a cig. Real pretty out. Inclined t'stay a while.


[OPEN to Tez and others]

The one good thing about repeating your mistakes is that you know when to cringe

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Thursday September 3rd
Day 95
Late Afternoon

It’s been a couple of days since that night in the cemetery with the gods and Glass. I told Cain a brief summary of what happened that night when I got home, though I still found I didn’t have much patience for even him. That’s when I realized for sure it was not just the alcohol that was effecting me. Luckily I didn’t absorb that much from Tez, it wouldn’t have killed me but judging from the things that were running though my mind, someone else may have. It’s mostly all gone now but I do still catch it every once in awhile, nothing more than I biting comment on the tip of my tongue, which I just keep to myself.

Tuesday morning I received a note from the Abbey requesting I come to speak with them regarding what happened or they would be speaking to the council. Can’t really blame them for being upset, given what Glass told them, so I replied and set an appointment to speak with the Abbess about it. I have no earthly idea how I am going to explain it either. Somehow starting with ”Okay, so a god walked into the tavern..” just doesn’t seem like a good plan. Hopefully between now and then I’ll figure out a better way to put it.

Today I received the second request for my presence from Lucien, or rather his friend that would like to see me. The tone of the note didn’t sound bad but I’m guessing he’s probably heard about what happened, Glass doesn’t generally waste any time when it comes to the retelling of the things I do and for some reason she always seems to be there when I mess up. And Tez lives right above his office and as amused as he was by it all, wouldn’t doubt he might have said something as well. Apparently not all luck of the Irish is good luck though maybe if I didn’t mess up so often there wouldn’t be anything to talk about either.

I straighten up the classroom and then leave a note for Cain letting him know where I am and then head for the Doormouse. Lucien’s note said to meet him in the back garden and pushing open the gate I see its empty, he’s not here yet. So I take a seat at one of the tables and wait for him to come. Gods, I hope Marbas isn’t too angry, last thing I need is to have a him mad at me too.

[Open to Lucien and Marbas] [CLOSED]

The one good thing about repeating your mistakes is that you know when to cringe

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Thursday September 3rd
Day 95
Late Afternoon

It’s been a couple of days since that night in the cemetery with the gods and Glass. I told Cain a brief summary of what happened that night when I got home, though I still found I didn’t have much patience for even him. That’s when I realized for sure it was not just the alcohol that was effecting me. Luckily I didn’t absorb that much from Tez, it wouldn’t have killed me but judging from the things that were running though my mind, someone else may have. It’s mostly all gone now but I do still catch it every once in awhile, nothing more than I biting comment on the tip of my tongue, which I just keep to myself.

Tuesday morning I received a note from the Abbey requesting I come to speak with them regarding what happened or they would be speaking to the council. Can’t really blame them for being upset, given what Glass told them, so I replied and set an appointment to speak with the Abbess about it. I have no earthly idea how I am going to explain it either. Somehow starting with ”Okay, so a god walked into the tavern..” just doesn’t seem like a good plan. Hopefully between now and then I’ll figure out a better way to put it.

Today I received the second request for my presence from Lucien, or rather his friend that would like to see me. The tone of the note didn’t sound bad but I’m guessing he’s probably heard about what happened, Glass doesn’t generally waste any time when it comes to the retelling of the things I do and for some reason she always seems to be there when I mess up. And Tez lives right above his office and as amused as he was by it all, wouldn’t doubt he might have said something as well. Apparently not all luck of the Irish is good luck though maybe if I didn’t mess up so often there wouldn’t be anything to talk about either.

I straighten up the classroom and then leave a note for Cain letting him know where I am and then head for the Doormouse. Lucien’s note said to meet him in the back garden and pushing open the gate I see its empty, he’s not here yet. So I take a seat at one of the tables and wait for him to come. Gods, I hope Marbas isn’t too angry, last thing I need is to have a him mad at me too.

[Open to Lucien and Marbas] [CLOSED]