fh_trips | Spring Break, Cyseal, Wednesday Evening

This large inn is a beautiful construction of ornate brickwork, with flowers hanging off of every available surface on the outside.

The rooms are upstairs, modestly outfitted but spacious. There is a double bed or set of twin beds in each room, a bath with a privacy screen, a wardrobe (with time-and-place appropriate clothing included) and a desk. There are plenty of candles, and beautiful paintings hang off the walls.

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Within, large red curtains separate the various booths and tables from the rest of the inn; while they are usually open, they may be closed if privacy is wished for. To the left, there is a large bar which covers the entire L-shaped curve of the back wall. There is the constant, comforting rumble of people chattering; the decor, the fireplace (with bear fur rug) and the candles speak of an intrinsic welcoming warmth. A grey tomcat wanders around the floor, sweet and clever.

Lucille had brought a book (from Fandom, that is, not from the library here. She hadn't taken to stealing books) and had found a table with a large candle that gave sufficient light. A cup of herbal tea sat on the table and the scent was comforting. That cat was strange though, and occasionally Lucille looked up from the book and eyed it suspiciously.

The bar does not just serve drinks (though in Cyseal, they are not particularly interested in age limits), but it also serves food for the guests staying at the King Crab. At this time in the evening, you can buy drinks, various dinner dishes composed of vegetables with beef or fish, mashed potatoes, Rivellon fries, pumpkin and cheeses.

Steve was back at the bar, staring pensively into space and sipping at an ale that did nothing for him.

Quite the party animal, Steve.

"You look pretty pensive for a vacation," Kitty said after ordering her own drink.

[Yep I'm that person who pings while you're in bed!]

[OOC: YAY!]

Steve smiled a little wryly. "Told my face just looks like that."

"You do have a good broodface," she decided. "How's the vacation going?"

"Today I tried to teach some legionnaires to ricochet their shields," Steve said with a tiny smile. "We spent a lot of time getting them out of trees."

"Please tell me there's video," she said.

"Not that I know of," Steve said apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't think of it."

And Stark would cry himself to sleep over it, probably.

"Eh, next time," Kitty smiled. "I've been talking to the people from here, but haven't done anything as fun as that."

"It was pretty fun," Steve admitted with a little grin. "Have you met anyone interesting?"

"Yeah. I helped out with the houses, and I try talking to people when I'm here," she answered. "Half the fun of these kinds of trips is learning about the people who live here."

"This is my first one," Steve said. "I'm still trying to wrap my brain around being in a different world."

"It gets easier." She for instance was an old pro now. "I'm just glad we didn't have to actually go into space."

Freaking space.

"We could do that? Without, um, asking Thor or NASA?"

Oh, Steve, you are so new.

"Yeah. I mean, the world outside Fandom isn't really up on it yet, and-" Right! If he was new he didn't know about the Loki stuff yet, right? "-your world probably isn't yet, but where I come from and Fandom? It's a thing that can happen."

"That's incredible," Steve said, shaking his head. "I was awake for a week or so and we got invaded by aliens, but they were city-destroying ones. Probably not from a vacation-y planet."

Or he had dealt with Loki!

"They rarely are," she said wryly.

Well, it wasn't something he liked to talk about.

"So that happens a lot now?" Steve said, trying not to sound alarmed.

"Only in my world, to people who have my kind of life," Kitty assured him. "Fandom had a thing last summer, but it seemed to be the first time."

"Good," Steve said, sipping from his almost empty mug. "Thor seemed to have Loki well in hand, but he's not the only guy in town."

"Hopefully you guys have it easier," Kitty said. After all, her soon-to-be husband still sort of lived there. "I saw some of the damage from Loki months later. It's not something anyone should have to repeat."

Steve nodded earnestly. "I make trips back to help with clean-up. Off the radar. Don't want it to look like I'm there for the glory or something."

"It's just something that needs to be done," Kitty agreed.

Steve smiled at her, pleased that she understood. "Exactly! I think Fury's gonna ask me to do a few public events soon, but they don't feel like real work."

"What kinds of public events? Like press conferences?" X-Men did not get to do many events.

Steve nodded. "A few interviews, maybe speaking in front of veterans' groups..."

"The veterans' groups thing actually sounds pretty cool," Kitty decided.

Steve smiled. "Yeah. Something about re-acclimation funding when soldiers transition back to being civilians. They seemed to think I have a vested interest in the idea."

If you're feeling the need to venture out, there's always plenty to do...

Have you ever leaped off a pier in the middle of the night and gone swimming around ancient pirate wrecks? Well, nobody's leading any expedition to pick up booty today - but there are a bunch of local youths crowding around, egging each other on to leap into the water. Why not join them?

At the Legion encampment, a set of sprightly young legionnaires has decided to celebrate being alive by stripping down to their pants, getting drunk and dancing. Of course, the lady playing the lyre is also drunk, which isn't doing the whole scene much good. Still, the wine is flowing in great quantities, so why not join them? There seems to be something in the air tonight...

Mara was never going to say no to dancing. It was ~~her cover~~ what she was paid to do, after all, even if it was normally with slightly less drunk soldier-types.

But only slightly.

... definitely something in the air. The guards at the gate leading to the abandoned village have... ah, abandoned their posts, and a couple of local youths have decided to go skeleton-hunting. They could probably use someone to have their back - or stomp skeletons. Or both.

Both of his kids were tucked into their beds, and Anakin had a mental tracker on them through the Force, so he was out here smacking around skeletons.

Shhh, it was his idea of vacation-y funtiems.

Congratulations! You may now walk around town, admiring the sights, without an escort. Please try not to abuse the privilege by sneaking into the Mayor's wife's bathroom, even if she leaves the door open and she lives right next door to the tavern. The lava fields in the distance are still a thing to watch, of course, and the sky somehow seems more fragrant at night.

Dante'd had his fill of fighting. His stomach was full. And he couldn't get his mind set on any particular distraction.

To combat the problem, feeling quiet, he'd gone walking around and now, somehow, wound up not too far from city limits, in full view of the lava fields up ahead.

He leaned forward on a fence and watched, feeling restless and unsettled in the strangest way, his hand eventually settling over his chest.

The smashing of skeletons was actually starting to get a little old, so Skaar decided to relax and take a walk to the lava fields. And then he climbed into the lava.

Refreshing!

Or you can, like last night, sit out here by yourself or with a friend, and simply admire the area. There is that.

And if you need lore info or NPCing, I'm here until Dutch bedtime and will pick up pings in the morning after that!

NO I DEFINITELY DIDN'T FORGET THE OOC THREAD THAT WOULD JUST BE SILLY

DON'T LIE YOU JUST WANTED TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN.

Spring Break, Cyseal, Wednesday Evening

King Crab Tavern

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Cyseal

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Outside the King Crab Tavern

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