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estdeus_innobisSunday, November 8th
Day 161
Evening
I'd been on the road for a month before I scented a town up ahead. When I saw the “Welcome to Excolo” sign I think I almost cried I was so tired of walking, but then I burst out laughing when I saw the population part crossed out several times and “oh fuck it”written in black paint over the numbers. Sounded like my kinda town. I've put enough distance between me and them, besides, I don't think they'll bother trying to track me. Justin might, the selfish prick, this whole thing is his fault. I mean, is a little self control and consideration too much to ask for? He better hope he doesn't find me or I'll show him the real meaning of bitch.
Its been days since I've changed, or eaten for that matter. So when I catch the scent of food being cooked, my stomach grumbles. The smell leads me to a place called “The Miskatonic” Stuffing a hand in my pocket I sigh, pulling out what I have. Almost out of funds. But lucky me, there's a “Waitress Needed” sign in the window. Now that I can do. I go inside, talk to the owner, do a little test run serving some food. (holy shit she's fast and that green wall..yeeeah.) When I leave, not only do I have myself a job, but a little more cash in my pocket too. One job isn't gonna cut it though, winter is coming, no crops, less money to spend on dining out. I head towards Silk Road to see whats there and freeze in front of the bakery, hoping what my nose tells me is wrong.God, please not another one. Opening my mouth,I inhale deeply. Its too faint to tell for sure, but I'm not gonna go in to check. Fuck That. Now I need a drink. Wonder what the legal age is around here? Oh well, never hurts to try. I nearly burst out laughing when I ask a man passing by where the nearest bar is and giving me an odd look, he points down the road and says”The Tavern of Hell is right down there, just past the Sacred Whore.” He smells like he bathed in rum, so I take his word. And “Sacred Whore?” and“Tavern of Hell”? What the hell kind of town is this?
I find the tavern right where the man said and coincidentally, also has a now hiring sign. Not many people inside as I give the barman a smile and take a seat at the bar, and order a beer. No funny looks or questions, he brings it right to me. I think I like this place already. I smile again and thank him, asking about the open job. ”My name is Thomas. You'll have to talk to Verdandi, the owner about the job. She should be around soon."”He says and I thank him again, telling him I'll be right here as I look around the room. This should be a good place to scope out the townsfolk and get a better feel for the place.Holy shit is that a jukebox over there? That and electricity. I must be in heaven.
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Day 161
Evening
I'd been on the road for a month before I scented a town up ahead. When I saw the “Welcome to Excolo” sign I think I almost cried I was so tired of walking, but then I burst out laughing when I saw the population part crossed out several times and “oh fuck it”written in black paint over the numbers. Sounded like my kinda town. I've put enough distance between me and them, besides, I don't think they'll bother trying to track me. Justin might, the selfish prick, this whole thing is his fault. I mean, is a little self control and consideration too much to ask for? He better hope he doesn't find me or I'll show him the real meaning of bitch.
Its been days since I've changed, or eaten for that matter. So when I catch the scent of food being cooked, my stomach grumbles. The smell leads me to a place called “The Miskatonic” Stuffing a hand in my pocket I sigh, pulling out what I have. Almost out of funds. But lucky me, there's a “Waitress Needed” sign in the window. Now that I can do. I go inside, talk to the owner, do a little test run serving some food. (holy shit she's fast and that green wall..yeeeah.) When I leave, not only do I have myself a job, but a little more cash in my pocket too. One job isn't gonna cut it though, winter is coming, no crops, less money to spend on dining out. I head towards Silk Road to see whats there and freeze in front of the bakery, hoping what my nose tells me is wrong.God, please not another one. Opening my mouth,I inhale deeply. Its too faint to tell for sure, but I'm not gonna go in to check. Fuck That. Now I need a drink. Wonder what the legal age is around here? Oh well, never hurts to try. I nearly burst out laughing when I ask a man passing by where the nearest bar is and giving me an odd look, he points down the road and says”The Tavern of Hell is right down there, just past the Sacred Whore.” He smells like he bathed in rum, so I take his word. And “Sacred Whore?” and“Tavern of Hell”? What the hell kind of town is this?
I find the tavern right where the man said and coincidentally, also has a now hiring sign. Not many people inside as I give the barman a smile and take a seat at the bar, and order a beer. No funny looks or questions, he brings it right to me. I think I like this place already. I smile again and thank him, asking about the open job. ”My name is Thomas. You'll have to talk to Verdandi, the owner about the job. She should be around soon."”He says and I thank him again, telling him I'll be right here as I look around the room. This should be a good place to scope out the townsfolk and get a better feel for the place.Holy shit is that a jukebox over there? That and electricity. I must be in heaven.
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Date: 2009-09-02 05:37 pm (UTC)"Oh thank God,"I sigh.Cleaning those bathrooms would be an experience in hell with my sense of smel.leaning back in my chair, I wait to see if Verite follows my lead. "There better be some of that cider left...Or I'll have to send you to the bar to get me another."
Oh good, she is gonna chase them. That's some strong shit, hopefully she'll be okay. Hell, my throat's still burning. Shrugging, I give her a big smile, "I live to fetch," I laugh. There should be enough left in that mug anyway.My eyes widen as Verite finishes two of the shots, eyes watering as she holds her breath, then she loses it on the third. Yeah, she's gonna be hammered, and from what I can tell they're gonna need some time alone.
"That's was better than I expected. You do have some tolerance to you." Verdandi says and I nod in agreement. Downing them quick is the key. Verdandi is giving her the purple bottle for her good try, the asks "Did either of you attend the masquerade last week?The Tavern was a-twitter with news of how much fun it was and I'm sorry I missed it but a friend needed me. I did provide the liquor though so I was in there in spirit,How was the punch?
I shake my head, "I didn't, Just made it to town today,"I say, looking at Verite to see what she has to say.
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Date: 2009-09-02 08:55 pm (UTC)Verdandi hands me a bar towel and the mug which still has some cider in it. I dab carefully at my eyes but the makeup still smudges a bit despite my best efforts. I manage something like a smirk as I down the cider. oh God my throat feels raw.
Verdandi's sunny smile and her praise, make me feel like it was worth it.
She also gives me the bottle of violet stuff. An she kisses my cheek. I know which one I value more. Damn that smile. I'd give her just about anything she asks for when she flashes that smile around. I nod. She can take all the time she needs. I can feel the whiskey burning inside me.
Verdandi changes the topic,
Melania says she didn't go, wasn't here in town yet. Then she looks at me. I giggle. "Yeah. I went. Punch was great." That wasn't all that was great at that party but I ain't talkin' bout THAT. Not right now. Be kinda rude of me or somethin'.
"Missed one heck've a party, Lannie," I smirk; "You too Ver-verdandi." Damn that stuff hits hard.
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Date: 2009-09-03 02:30 am (UTC)Favors are vows, especially to a goddess and I smile again, remembering how well the last one served me. I ask about the party and Melania says she didn't go and I squeeze her hand in sympathy before turning back to Verite.
She did go and answers, "Yeah. I went. Punch was great." From the smile on her face, I'd say more than the punch was great and she continues, giving a tipsy smirk to us as she continues, "Missed one heck've a party, Lannie. You too Ver-verdandi." Oh, she's drunker than I thought and I lean forward to check her glazed eyes. She's not going to fall down yet and since we're still sitting, I'm won't worry.
Smiling brightly, I look at Verite and say, "Sounds like fun." I squeeze her arm, encouraging her as I continue, "Tell us all about it. What costumes did people wear and who was there? Could you tell who was who? And what did you wear?" In my excitement, I start throwing questions at her and I slow down and take a breath, laughing as I add, "Stop me if I'm asking too much, or too quickly. I get excited and it just seemed like people had a lot of fun. Did you meet anyone interesting?"
Looking to Melania, I ask, "Lannie? Lana? Hmm, I think Verite is on to something here and speaking of possible nicknames," I turn to Verite again, "Is there anything shorter than Verite I could call you. My friends mostly call me Verdi and you should too." I include Melania as I continue with a smile, "Both of you. 'Verdandi' is too long to yell across a bar quickly."
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Date: 2009-09-03 03:15 am (UTC)Its a nickname I've had, just haven't heard it in awhile. Verdandi leans forward, looking deep into Verites' eyes and for a second I wonder if she's gonna full on kiss her right here. If they want alone time, I can always bug Thomas to show me around, feeling the drinks some now, maybe find an empty room upstairs to pass out in. But she doesn't kiss her, she just leans back, smiling big and bright, squeezing Verites' arm,asking her to tell us more and launching into a bunch of questions.
"Yeah, "I nod,"Details!"I laugh, "We want details." I say smiling at her. details might tell me more about the people in town. Never hurts.
"Lannie? Lana? Hmm, I think Verite is on to something here and speaking of possible nicknames.Is there anything shorter than Verite I could call you. My friends mostly call me Verdi and you should too." I include Melania as I continue with a smile, "Both of you. 'Verdandi' is too long to yell across a bar quickly."
"Verdi it is then," I smile,"For me, either or is fine, I've been called both and worse," I laugh, looking at Verite to see if she's got a nickname she likes.
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