Chaka
Cuddle-fiend
Cahaill Ward
Cahaill looks at her for a moment, shrugs and heads to the stall.
Cahaill looks at her for a moment, shrugs and heads to the stall.
Act 1, Scene 2: Divers Alarums [Another Kind of Poetry]
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Liam Moore
When the woman screams in Liam's face, he almost runs out of the restroom. When she comment on the two not being 'randomers' he starts regaining his composure, even trading a comment or two with her. When she points them to the stall, he tips his hat "Cheers." and follows Cahaill into the stall.
When the woman screams in Liam's face, he almost runs out of the restroom. When she comment on the two not being 'randomers' he starts regaining his composure, even trading a comment or two with her. When she points them to the stall, he tips his hat "Cheers." and follows Cahaill into the stall.
Chaka
Cuddle-fiend
Cahaill Ward
As Cahaill leads the way in to the stall, he turns and points at Liam. "Now you. Don't get any ideas, right? Just 'cause I'm leading you into a cubicle doesn't mean we're engaged. Hell, you haven't even bought me dinner."
As Cahaill leads the way in to the stall, he turns and points at Liam. "Now you. Don't get any ideas, right? Just 'cause I'm leading you into a cubicle doesn't mean we're engaged. Hell, you haven't even bought me dinner."
Chaka
Cuddle-fiend
Cahaill Ward
Winking roguishly at the woman at the door, he sighs. "Men, eh?"
He heads in to the cubicle.
Winking roguishly at the woman at the door, he sighs. "Men, eh?"
He heads in to the cubicle.
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Liam and Cahaill
The last cubicle is dimly lit, far away from the overhead lighting, but you can still make out the hole in the wall, gaping as it is. Someone has taken the time and trouble to chip off the tiles neatly and stack the cinder-blocks underneath into a neat little pile. A glance reveals it to be a dark tunnel.
The thump of bass reverberates from inside.
The last cubicle is dimly lit, far away from the overhead lighting, but you can still make out the hole in the wall, gaping as it is. Someone has taken the time and trouble to chip off the tiles neatly and stack the cinder-blocks underneath into a neat little pile. A glance reveals it to be a dark tunnel.
The thump of bass reverberates from inside.
After looking at the opening for a good long while, Liam simply says "Huh..." "What is it, dearest? Something wrong?"
"No, Cass. I'll just never get used to the way things are done with these people..." And with a shake of his head and a sigh, he'll head towards the throbbing beat.
"No, Cass. I'll just never get used to the way things are done with these people..." And with a shake of his head and a sigh, he'll head towards the throbbing beat.
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Liam
The cave tunnel - for such it is - is rough and apparently man made; look there, you can see tool marks. These smooth out perceptibly and you find yourself in a much wider tunnel. Water trickles in a modest stream down the centre, but there is (thankfully) now stench of sewage. A storm drain, maybe? A city like Limerick needs them, surely, and yet it doesn't look modern. There's no electric lighting in here, but there IS a strange green glow just up ahead, where the bass is getting louder.
A tall, wide man radiating "do not cross me, motherfucker", dressed in a tight black t-shirt and jeans oozes out of the shadows. "Name, please," he demands in a surprisingly soft, almost high voice. Very musical.
The cave tunnel - for such it is - is rough and apparently man made; look there, you can see tool marks. These smooth out perceptibly and you find yourself in a much wider tunnel. Water trickles in a modest stream down the centre, but there is (thankfully) now stench of sewage. A storm drain, maybe? A city like Limerick needs them, surely, and yet it doesn't look modern. There's no electric lighting in here, but there IS a strange green glow just up ahead, where the bass is getting louder.
A tall, wide man radiating "do not cross me, motherfucker", dressed in a tight black t-shirt and jeans oozes out of the shadows. "Name, please," he demands in a surprisingly soft, almost high voice. Very musical.
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Liam and Cahaill
His eyes flick to Cahaill, and then down to a clipboard you hadn't noticed him holding just a moment ago. He scans a crisp, white sheet with a professional, easy air and apparently finds no fault with your claim because the next thing he will say is simply "Welcome to Revelry," before pulling aside a smooth curtain with a practised motion, flooding the hallway with that same green glow.
Neon, candlelight, electrical spotlights; an unnatural amalgamation of the three illuminates the underground club, milling around with people, and the drink is pouring.
"Dudes, you came!" You are (both) abruptly enveloped in a rough bear hug from the left by a grip which could easily crush you (and almost does, at that).
His eyes flick to Cahaill, and then down to a clipboard you hadn't noticed him holding just a moment ago. He scans a crisp, white sheet with a professional, easy air and apparently finds no fault with your claim because the next thing he will say is simply "Welcome to Revelry," before pulling aside a smooth curtain with a practised motion, flooding the hallway with that same green glow.
Neon, candlelight, electrical spotlights; an unnatural amalgamation of the three illuminates the underground club, milling around with people, and the drink is pouring.
"Dudes, you came!" You are (both) abruptly enveloped in a rough bear hug from the left by a grip which could easily crush you (and almost does, at that).
Valentine1
Junior Member
Mr. Grieves gave Jack a sharp kick in the back of the...ah, ego, as it where. A droll room like this wasn't what excited the Geist into urging the young salaryman into coming into this place with a distinct lack of any familiarity about it. Where Jack would have been content with a simple evening at his hotel, while awaiting a more proper apartment, Grieves had carefully manipulated Jack's emotions, amping up the excitement of getting his hands dirty.Hyrune said:
In particular, a gathering of others afflicted in the same way he was practically demanded that he'd garner some new friends (or contacts) and he'd be able to stave off the growing since of loneliness. While Grieves might not want to admit it, himself, it was rather difficult to be a sole American on an Irish block. His accent alone made him feel alien, and he was sure the boys at the office had been mocking him in slang he didn't understand.
He moved up to the front desk, his business suit looking somewhat ragged from the long day, and the goggles on his forehead completely removed from the situation entirely. His hair could have stood to be brushed a few more times, and most definitely, he looked rather unsavory. It came with the appeal, Jack wagered, although it wouldn't help his social ability.
"Jack Mahieu," He mentioned, drumming his hands rhythmically on the desktop. "I had an invitation?"
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Jack
The young receptionist leans forward with a conspirational air and stage-whispers. "Are the two of you...together?" She'll nod at Theo, who still seems to be looking for signs of the party.
The young receptionist leans forward with a conspirational air and stage-whispers. "Are the two of you...together?" She'll nod at Theo, who still seems to be looking for signs of the party.
Valentine1
Junior Member
"Well, we're not together together," He said, twisting a quick smile at her. "But we where invited. He's Theo Ha...Har...Theo something. We just met."
He pointed his finger at the receptionist. "Where you invited? I could use a plus one, you know." The air he said it with wasn't a typical, flirting manner, but rather in a self-defeated tone that made it sound all the more like he was just making small talk.
He pointed his finger at the receptionist. "Where you invited? I could use a plus one, you know." The air he said it with wasn't a typical, flirting manner, but rather in a self-defeated tone that made it sound all the more like he was just making small talk.
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Jack
She'll...giggle. Giggle is an unusual word often reserved for women of this receptionist's stature: attractive in an almost generic sort of way, stylishly dressed and with all the right features in all the right places that never go out of style. On the other hand, your average giggle should never sound quite so... evil, with undertones of a drain unclogging, cackling away to itself as unmentionable debris and "water" mingle passionately. There is, in fact, a twinkle in her eye, but no matter how romantic the image sounds no one wants to be looked at with that kind of shine.
Mr. Grieves is quite possibly smitten.
"You never know, cowboy, I might see you later. A-heh-heh-heh." A customer approaches and with a remarkable lack of broken stride, she flicks on her professional demeanour. "Certainly madame, first door on the left. No, thank you. A-heh-heh..." She'll walk into the back room, directly behind the counter. "Down the stairs behind that velvet rope, cowboy."
She'll...giggle. Giggle is an unusual word often reserved for women of this receptionist's stature: attractive in an almost generic sort of way, stylishly dressed and with all the right features in all the right places that never go out of style. On the other hand, your average giggle should never sound quite so... evil, with undertones of a drain unclogging, cackling away to itself as unmentionable debris and "water" mingle passionately. There is, in fact, a twinkle in her eye, but no matter how romantic the image sounds no one wants to be looked at with that kind of shine.
Mr. Grieves is quite possibly smitten.
"You never know, cowboy, I might see you later. A-heh-heh-heh." A customer approaches and with a remarkable lack of broken stride, she flicks on her professional demeanour. "Certainly madame, first door on the left. No, thank you. A-heh-heh..." She'll walk into the back room, directly behind the counter. "Down the stairs behind that velvet rope, cowboy."
Valentine1
Junior Member
Jack chuckled to himself, crossing his arms for a moment as he pinched himself to remind Grieves to calm down, casting a look over his shoulder towards Theo. "Well, party time."
And he started down the stairs.
And he started down the stairs.
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Jack and Theo
You'll descend the stairs easily enough - they've sagged with age and the simple passage of endless feet has depressed them with hollow indentation on every step, but they are by no means steep. You'll emerge in a sort of sub-lobby with a number of function rooms (all empty) apparent in every direction except to your immediate left, which is an open door into the ladies bathroom. And yet, you can hear music coming from somewhere...
You'll descend the stairs easily enough - they've sagged with age and the simple passage of endless feet has depressed them with hollow indentation on every step, but they are by no means steep. You'll emerge in a sort of sub-lobby with a number of function rooms (all empty) apparent in every direction except to your immediate left, which is an open door into the ladies bathroom. And yet, you can hear music coming from somewhere...
Valentine1
Junior Member
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Jack
The music is a deep, deep bass beat, coming from below your feet, not so much heard as felt - the mirrors on the walls vibrate every so often to the rhythm. Not only that, but the sound is apparently loudest to your left, from within the bathroom.
The music is a deep, deep bass beat, coming from below your feet, not so much heard as felt - the mirrors on the walls vibrate every so often to the rhythm. Not only that, but the sound is apparently loudest to your left, from within the bathroom.
Valentine1
Junior Member
"Uh..." Jack shrugged his shoulders, and nodded towards the bathroom, grinning. "Odd kinda theme party, maybe?"
--Jack enters the bathroom!
--Jack enters the bathroom!
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Jack
A woman scream - loudly.
To Theo
"-Oh, wait, I know you."
To Both
"Sorry about that, head on through. Last stall, can't miss it."
A woman scream - loudly.
To Theo
"-Oh, wait, I know you."
To Both
"Sorry about that, head on through. Last stall, can't miss it."
Chaka
Cuddle-fiend
Cahaill Ward
"Jesus!" Cahaill staggers sideways under the weight.
"Gerroff me!"
"Jesus!" Cahaill staggers sideways under the weight.
"Gerroff me!"
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Cahaill
"Woah, sorry bro, had a bit too much to drink." The giant of a man looms above, letting out a chuckle that somehow seems to boom. He leans forward and the gloom clears as a waterfall of long, chestnut hair (heavily streaked with grey) falls forward of the grinning, lined face of Marty. The grin extends all the way to his eyes, cheerily twinkling at you behind his honest-to-god rose-coloured glasses. The frames appeared to be made exclusively of teeth which look suspiciously human.
"Cahaill, my man!" His huge hand remains clapped firmly on your left shoulder as he steers you towards an open booth. "How ya been holdin' up? And you brought one of the new guys, awesome! C'mon, c'mon in. Dude, you seriously don't come here often enough, you need to learn to relax. Yo, Chris! We need drinks here!"
"Woah, sorry bro, had a bit too much to drink." The giant of a man looms above, letting out a chuckle that somehow seems to boom. He leans forward and the gloom clears as a waterfall of long, chestnut hair (heavily streaked with grey) falls forward of the grinning, lined face of Marty. The grin extends all the way to his eyes, cheerily twinkling at you behind his honest-to-god rose-coloured glasses. The frames appeared to be made exclusively of teeth which look suspiciously human.
"Cahaill, my man!" His huge hand remains clapped firmly on your left shoulder as he steers you towards an open booth. "How ya been holdin' up? And you brought one of the new guys, awesome! C'mon, c'mon in. Dude, you seriously don't come here often enough, you need to learn to relax. Yo, Chris! We need drinks here!"
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Jack and Theo
You'll find your way through the hole in the last stall, through the tunnel and right up to the curtained off section of wall when a man will emerge from the dark and shadows wielding a clipboard and a bored expression, along with about 100 lbs of a muscular advantage over both of you. Each, possibly.
"Names."
You'll find your way through the hole in the last stall, through the tunnel and right up to the curtained off section of wall when a man will emerge from the dark and shadows wielding a clipboard and a bored expression, along with about 100 lbs of a muscular advantage over both of you. Each, possibly.
"Names."
Chaka
Cuddle-fiend
Cahaill Ward
Despite himself, Cahaill grins back. He couldn't help but like Marty. "Good to see you, mate. Didn't know it was you. How's the Adhocracy this weather?"
Despite himself, Cahaill grins back. He couldn't help but like Marty. "Good to see you, mate. Didn't know it was you. How's the Adhocracy this weather?"
Hyrune
One Thousand Club
To Cahaill
"Never been better man, never been better." He manages, by apparent dint of sheer delight, to waggle his eyebrows and, strangely, ears at you. "Come into some...new friendships, if you understand my meaning..." He's interrupted by a severe looking man in a very smart suit depositing drinks on the table and tapping Marty lightly on the head with the tray. "It's Christopher."
"Whatever man, whatever!" He looks flustered.
Christopher, disliker of nicknames, upon inserting a coaster under his drink with a sniff, continued by saying "Beatrice is here." This was good news, going by Marty's expression.
"Send her over, man! You'll love this dudes, seriously." He's practically jumping in his seat. "Soooo, newcomer, welcome and well-met, or something! Enjoying yourself?" This he directs at Liam, waving an arm wide to take in the small crowd, the neon, and that palpable air of magic that is the smell of alcohol.
"Never been better man, never been better." He manages, by apparent dint of sheer delight, to waggle his eyebrows and, strangely, ears at you. "Come into some...new friendships, if you understand my meaning..." He's interrupted by a severe looking man in a very smart suit depositing drinks on the table and tapping Marty lightly on the head with the tray. "It's Christopher."
"Whatever man, whatever!" He looks flustered.
Christopher, disliker of nicknames, upon inserting a coaster under his drink with a sniff, continued by saying "Beatrice is here." This was good news, going by Marty's expression.
"Send her over, man! You'll love this dudes, seriously." He's practically jumping in his seat. "Soooo, newcomer, welcome and well-met, or something! Enjoying yourself?" This he directs at Liam, waving an arm wide to take in the small crowd, the neon, and that palpable air of magic that is the smell of alcohol.