04/01/6734 - First Isnen, Hohena of 6734

This thread is for roleplay. You can roleplay up to the 24th of the month as the game begins on the 25th.

The rush of the rising tide woke her, she looked out the small window from her bed and saw the sun was almost gone; time for work. The young woman sat up and brushed her short cropped hair out of her face, moving the unruly strands to be behind her horns, and then rubbed the sleep from her face. A skittering sound from the corner of her room drew her sleepy gaze, Juda and Vero were awake as well, clicking to each other and grooming their carapaces. With a sigh she rose from bed and made her way to the door, she pushed open the flimsy board of wood and looked out across the ocean. Juda and Vero raced out from between her legs, "You best be back by the time I have to go to work! And don't go burning anyone again!" She called out after them. Their small forms disappearing into some beach brush near the cliff. Her shoulders slumped momentarily, worried about where her pets had decided to go, but she shook the thought from her head, she had made good progress with their training, push come to shove they would come home. She walked out to the edge of the ebbing water and saw a few other of her race joining her for their baths. She nodded in greeting and waded out to deeper water, dunking her upper body into the pleasantly warm water and letting it trail down her nude body. She saw a child out with their parents, the pain must've been manageable enough for them to enjoy the water. She smiled and waved, the mother waved back. She walked back to the beach and let the wind dry her off and shook some water from her hair, "Hey Cassia!" A young man called out, jogging up to her. "Hey Quintus." She smiled and hugged him. "Got work tonight? I was hoping we could go out." He grinned and scratched his head, slightly embarrassed. Cassia frowned, "Yeah, I've got work tonight, maybe another time." His grin slowly fell, "Oh, okay, well be safe." Quintus turned to leave, only to be bowled over by Juda and Vero, their mandibles clicking at his face. "Ow! Get off!" He pushed them off and sat up, sand covering his backside, "Your pets are pests." He stuck his tongue out at them, they clicked back. Cassia laughed as she made her way back to her sand hut, she let her pets in and moved the piece of wood back over the entrance. "Thank you for that." She smiled at her little shalks, "He just doesn't seem to understand I'm not interested." She sighed, pulling on her clothes, a maroon one piece (similar to a bathing suit in our world), black thigh-high boots, and a small jacket that ended at about her ribs. Cassia ran her fingers through her hair a few times to make it orderly, before pulling on her cesti. She blew a kiss to her pets, "Be good while I'm gone and I'll bring you back a treat." She promised. She reached the entrance to the city within a few minutes of jogging and made her way through the winding streets, greeting a few familiar faces. One of the bakers was waiting behind her favorite bakery with a few pastries that hadn't sold that day, she paid him a copper and thanked him, making small talk for a few moments before excusing herself to head to work. Cassia relieved the day shift bouncer with a hand on their shoulder and switched into her bouncer mentality. She directed the magical stamp to mark those that either bribed her or were on the list to the club. "Next!" She called out, leaning against the door frame, munching on one of the pocket pies she bought on her way to work.

Reginald looks up from his notes at the sound of the innkeeper calling out that the sun was going down. Quickly pulling back the heavy curtains his eyes are greeted by the last rays of the sun as it sets over one of the buildings across the way. With a shout and a carefully contained curse, Reginald stumbles back into the dark room and takes a moment for the glare to stop. Hearing the laughter from downstairs, he can do little but join in with a small chuckle as he quickly puts his goggles on. After a few moments of tidying his desk and smoothing the wrinkles from his spotless white blouse, Reginald grabs his vest and bow-tie and leaves the room As he heads down the stairs of the inn, the innkeeper stops him for a moment. "Sorry about the early morning shock Reggie, just tryin' to keep you on your toes." With a warm chuckle Reginald claps the man on the shoulder and taps his goggles. "Not to worry Petra. It's a good way to wake up quickly, and to remind myself that these serve a better purpose when I actually wear them." with one last laugh he looks to the regulars at the in before leaving "I'll try to save ingredients to make some drinks when I return." he says with a wink before heading out the door. Once on the street Reginald takes a moment for his eyes to adjust. Even with the goggles, it's still difficult to see when the sun is out. Breathing in the pleasant city air he turns and heads towards the club. Taking a brief stop by the butcher's he places an order to have his reserves restocked. Finally reaching the club Reginald joins the line to the the front doors like everyone else. (Though he towers a good two feet above most of the clubbers like a skinny pale tree). As he waits for the line, he reaches into his vest and pulls out a small metal flask. Unscrewing the top and drinking deeply he approaches the bouncer. Putting the flack back in his vest he smiles to the the familiar face. "Ah Cassia, right? Hows it looking in there so far? I take it the patrons are clamouring for my special drinks."

Cassia looked up at Reginald, skepticism clear on her face, "If by clamoring you mean avoiding your section then yes." She sniffed, then grinned, "Just yanking your chain Mr.C, I have no clue, nobody tells me anything." The small woman shrugged her shoulders, "My shift just started a little while ago, should've gotten here earlier before the other bouncer left, then you could ask him." She checked off Reginald's name on her clipboard and the stamper hovered in the air between them, waiting for him to present his hand. "I did admit a party of lovely Altmer ladies though," She grins and growls while wiggling her eyebrows, "Maybe you'll impress one...or a few, and end up with a full bed tonight." She chuckles and admits a few more people, "Also, make sure your pockets are emptied or buttoned, there are some Kender, you know they take anything that's not bolted to the floor." Cassia grabs another pastry and takes a bite, the flaky crust leaves a few crumbs around her mouth, she doesn't seem to notice though. 

Leaving the slaughter house, Gilpo is covered in the remains of the animals he's been rendering.  Across the street he rinses off the smell in the rain barrel outside his apartment.  He's the only citizen to ever rent the place for more than a few days, due to the smell.  After a quick rinse he then baths more thoroughly, eats dinner, and gets dressed for a night out.  He typically goes out job hunting at night while there are fewer people on the streets.  It's better for everyone that way. Dressed in his finest monk robes, Gilpo casually walks past the line of potential patrons.  Just like the week before, the people in line to get in the bar cringe and cover their nooses as he passes.  Approaching Cassie, he looks up and greets her in the same manner he does every week.  "So, any job openings this week?  I'm still specially qualified to discourage fights.  Being a skunk is convenient that way."  He patiently awaits her response fully expecting a joke that starts with "A skunk walks into a bar..."

After an obviously fake insulted look Reginald cracks a wide grin and holds his hand out for the magical stamp "Unfortunately for me my dear, coming in earlier would be ill advised. While I'm sure the passers by would have a good laugh, I'd rather not let the people of red cresentia see me trudge down the streets, ducking into alleyways and cursing the sun." His grin widens as he looks in through the doors (And makes sure his flask is well secured in his vest pocket). "And thank you for the warning. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for little hands. As for these Altmer women, perhaps they will be interested in a magical demonstration with their drinks... Could lead to an in depth night of magical study..." Winking lecherously he waves his hand and a small cantrip gust of wind brushes the crumbs from Cass' face. Turning to enter the club, he freezes and turns back to look at the strange skunk with an odd look on his face. Looking Glipo up and down, Reginald gives a polite bow "Good evening sir." Looking back to Cass the odd look persists. "A friend of yours?"

She rolls her eyes, "Try to get their consent before leaving with them, that's a serious crime here...as a matter of fact it's one of the few rules we have here." She warns, then snorts when the wind brushes her face. "You could'a just told me my face was dirty...I think you got crumbs in my nose...." She sneezes. Hearing the skunk, Cassia grins, her eyes only slightly watering this time, "Did you use soap or perfume? I swear you aren't as pungent as you were the last time I saw you." She grabs her clipboard and scans it, "Well, we are having a party on the 25th that has requested more security, you'd probably get stationed in the back alley." She jabs her thumb to the building. She lets a few more patrons in, they rush to get their hands stamped, avoiding the Popori as much as possible. Her attention turns back to Reginald, "This is Gilpo, a freelance. Gilpo, this is Reginald, a mixologist," She lowers her voice, "Be careful of anything he hands you to drink, it'll be delicious, but you might not remember the rest of the night." Cassia throws a teasing look at Reginald.

While you talk, a paddywagon rolls by. The sole occupant, is a small child, elvish in appearance. He appears to be in pretty bad shape and he coughs, wiping his face with his upper arm. The guard at the back of the wagon rushes up and clubs him in the head, knocking him prone. "Trying to escape weren't you? Yeah, but I saw you." Several Castanic nearby frown at the guard and start pushing him away from the child. They berate him with taunts and one of them stops the head guard and asks what his crime was. "Stealing, but he's not even a Kender." The woman shakes her head and hands him fifteen copper. "Leave him alone already." The guard shrugs and goes to unlock the manacles, but jerks back and kicks the kid. "Freak tried to bite me!" It didn't appear as though the child did anything this time, or the last...

Reginald shoots a small scowl at Cass. "Pretty as a viper and nearly as venomous I see. To think that I would be so crass as to take advantage of someone after getting them drunk." Turning back to Glippo he smiles. "She is of course joking. I would never intentionally give someone a drink that they could not handle. Unless they wanted one of course."  As the scene at the wagon unfolds Reginald watches and holds up a hand. "I think we should have our introductions later though. Diffusing this little show seems more pressing. I doubt it's good for the club's reputation to have a show of police brutality outside of it's doors."

Smiling, Gilpo replies "The jest was quite obvious.  Only a charmless scoundrel would treat a lady that way.  Which is obviously not your style." Turning to the wagon he asks, "are children always treated this way around here?"  Gilpo keeps a close eye on the child and guards to see if he can figure out what's truly going on.

Cassia sucks on her teeth and frowns at the display before sighing and running her hand through her hair. "This is so not part of the job..." She mutters, shooting a dirty look at the sky. "All right, break it up." She waves her arms lazily at the guards, "Take him somewhere else if he's to be punished." She crosses her arms and cocks her hip to the side. 

Zaith Pushes himself back back up to his feet before Spitting blood at the guards feet. He quietly says "I didn't do anything bad though...." He Then gets Hit by the guard again and knock back down to the ground "Why you little brat! Show more respect" the guard yells. Zaith though Cough up some more blood after getting hit in the gut by the guard, He Looked up and lips "Help" to anyone else near by.

Gilpo gets a strange look on his face. Either he is conflicted about whether to attack the guard or not, or he has an upset stomach.  He's pretty sure he would be easy to identify if he broke the little tyke out.  How many skunks in monk robes are there really?  Instead he puts himself between the guard and the kid and, after a wink to Zaith, starts yelling.  "Have you no respect for the guards of this city?  They keep us safe from hooligans like you. Come out here right now and apologize to this fine servant of the people."  As he is yelling he pretends to drag Zaith out of the wagon by the ear.