Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord's only real regret about working at Caritas was that generally he was expected to be on his best behavior. Fortunately, he'd gotten a lot of his anxiety about this weekend out of his system yesterday while swinging a hammer, which meant today he was just sort of flat about this whole visitors from off the island thing. Not that he was dreading meeting anybody's guests (although, yes, he sort of was that too), but the knowledge that he wouldn't have anybody here to visit him rubbed at him strangely.

It had been a while since the days he had nobody he could at least hope for a check-in from. Sure, he had friends on the island, but coming to the bar for a drink on a Friday night hardly counted as going out of their way for his sake. And he wasn't going to let himself even flirt with the thought that Vandran might come strolling through that door to clap him on the shoulder and tell him that he better be reaching to pour him a drink or something. Hell, at this point he'd even take Jester, and he'd only known Jester for a week or so before the island had grabbed him.

Ah well. Potentially serving drinks to other people's guests would have to do.

... Not yours, Tino.

[OOC: Open!]

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[notallbluemonks]

Eh, Beau had no such concerns about being on her best behavior. Which was true regardless of whether she was at work or not, to be honest.

Nobody was coming to see her, either, and she was . . . just fine with that. Really. Just fine knowing her parents wanted nothing to do with her, and that she'd endeared herself to absolutely nobody ever at the Cobalt Soul, and any other friends she'd had before coming here had been her friends for exactly as long as the job they'd been in town to do lasted.

. . . no, actually, she really was fine with that. There were reasons that she'd run away, after all. It was just a handy collection of things she could use to feed her self-loathing.

"Hey, Fjord," she said, sitting down on a stool . . . and putting her feet up on the edge of the bar just to annoy Tino.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Beau," Fjord greeted, smirking a little as Tino went through a series of facial expressions that suggested that he might be trying to swallow his own tongue. "How the hell are ya this evening?"

[notallbluemonks]

"Eh," Beau replied with a shrug, but there was a relaxed sort of undertone to her apparent nonchalance that Fjord might know her well enough by now to read as a sign that she was actually in a pretty good mood.

This was a really precarious position, perching on a stool with her feet on the bar, but what good was all that cool monk training in balance and agility if she couldn't use it for her own amusement every now and then?

"It's all good, you know," she went on, but there actually was a reason she'd come in here tonight. "So, like. Does the name Caduceus Clay ring a bell to you?"

[built_fjord_tough]

Huh. There was a hell of a question.

"Not a single fuckin' thing," Fjord replied, raising an eyebrow after a moment's thought and giving his head a shake. "Should it?"

[notallbluemonks]

"Yeah, that's the question. I got a tip from an informant --" it was the radio squirrels, Beau, stop trying to make it sound cool -- "that this dude showed up in town the other day and apparently knows your name, and mine. And your friend Jester's. Fuck if I know who he is, though."

[built_fjord_tough]

"See, I could see it if he knew yours and mine," Fjord noted. "Or mine and Jester's. But all three? How the fuck would he know all three? You haven't even met Jester. Hell, even I barely know her myself. We only just met a short while before I wound up here, you know."

A beat.

"So that's fucking creepy."

[notallbluemonks]

Which was a good concise description of a lot of things about Caduceus, really.

"Oh, and he was, like, on fire when he showed up?" That tended to happen to things or people that were in the immediate vicinity of the Mighty Nein. Go figure. Beau shrugged, wobbled a little bit in the process, and finally took her feet down off the bar because she wanted a drink and didn't want to piss Tino off that much. "But yeah. I think we might have an interesting time situation on our hands here. Just wanted to make sure you had a heads up about it."

[built_fjord_tough]

"Appreciate it," Fjord replied with a nod. "So he knows who we are, but he hasn't found either of us yet. Means he probably doesn't know where to start looking. That's gotta be worth... somethin'."

He had no idea what. But somethin'.

"Your informants know where he was when he showed up?"

On... fire.

[notallbluemonks]

"On the other hand, there's always the possibility that someone's just fucking with us," Beau said slowly, "but I can't really figure out why. Like what kind of motivation they'd have for it. Kinda seems like the less logical possibility. Worth keeping in mind, though."

She was a paranoid little shit sometimes.

She motioned to Tino to just get her a beer on tap and went on, "Yeah. Yeah, apparently he was in the graveyard? Just . . . fuckin' walked out of the wall."

[liches_get_stitches]

"Hello," a raspy voiced lich down the bar said. Because he was played by the polite boy. The 30 under 30 media luminary.

[notallbluemonks]

“‘sup,” Beau replied. Without bothering to look over immediately, because that was for people who knew what politeness was.

[liches_get_stitches]

Were you played by his family members, because you sound just like it!

"Not much. Chillin'," he rasped back. Worst. Lich. Ever.

[notallbluemonks]

Look, every D&D party needed at least one surly asshole.

“Bar’s good for that,” Beau noted, and finally did glance over. “Dude. That’s a sick look you have going for you there.”

She wasn’t trying to be sarcastic about that; it just ended up sounding like it.

[liches_get_stitches]

"Thank you. I didn't have time to grow my meat self," Barry said, well accustomed to sarcasm.

[magnusrushesin]

"Barry, don't say 'meat self' when I'm drinking here. It's gross." Sorry, Beau. Barry wasn't good at the charisma.

Come to think of it, neither was Magnus.

[notallbluemonks]

And neither, big surprise, was Beau! At least she didn’t have a negative modifier.

“Oh, this is your visitor, dude?” she asked, saluting Magnus with her half empty mug of beer. “That, like. That makes sense. Don’t ask me why, it just does.”

[magnusrushesin]

They should all do a charisma based heist and just make the DM cry as they fuck up everything.

"Yeah, apparently he's my buddy, but I only kinda remember it from when I,was dead for a little bit, but he's pretty cool for a lich."

None if that made any sense.

[liches_get_stitches]

"Hello again," Barry rasped, doing his floating thing at the bar. His ominous figure was totally ruined by Magnus being with him this time, though.

[magnusrushesin]

"He can't drink, so I'm gonna drink for him," Magnus said proudly. While Barry shook his head next to him.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Well, hello again," creepy floaty red-cloak guy. And Magnus! "See, what I'm hearin' here is that you'll take two of whatever, tonight. Is that what I'm hearin', here?"

Sorry, Bluejeans.

[magnusrushesin]

"Heck yeah," Magnus said with a fistpump. All while Barry buried his spectral face in his skeletal hands. "I'm gettin' lich wasted tonight."

[liches_get_stitches]

"That isn't a thing." Not this cycle. But previous cycles...

[built_fjord_tough]

"Sounds like we're gonna be makin' it a thing," Fjord declared. He didn't exactly mimic the fistpump, no, but there was a very tusky grin there.

Possibly in response to Barry's pain. Poor buddy.

[magnusrushesin]

"So let's do two spooky cocktails," Magnus said, mirroring that grin. "Maybe one that glows in the dark. Oh! Oh! Can you make a magic one?"

[liches_get_stitches]

"He's not Taako," Barry grumbled. "No tentacles."

He was vastly overleveled and covered about four different classes, so he knew what he was dealing with here, Fjord.