new orleans ♔ the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud | but nobody ever hears him

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WHO || Thomas, Jack, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena [Closed]
WHAT || Various downtime shenanigans
WHERE || Various locations, New Orleans
WHEN || Tuesday Oct 16th - Oct 28th [Backdated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order!!

[[ Several of the Knights discovered a secret room hidden in Nova Headquarters, full of strange occultish paraphernalia and guarded by monstrous warriors. Amid this was direct evidence of an interest in the Talisman. They also took captive Chad Becksworth's personal assistant, Olean Gilbert, who has information about the location of the mysterious woman that Burt told Finnick about - the one whose presence has had a major effect on Chad's personality. Olean doesn't even know the woman's name, calling her the "Mind Master", and identifying her as Chad's 'advisor'.

The Knights also discovered that the other Dragon's Claw, Sir Jack Chessing, had followed his own secret mission to Nova Headquarters, and he'll be meeting back at the hotel with them to explain what brought him there...

This log covers any non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans, immediately following the last log and extending over the next two weeks.

Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever.]

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[witchwoman]

[Myri isn't one for crowds, but she does like to keep an eye on things. So when she passes the hotel bar and spots the familiar sight of Thomas, she decides to at least step in and have a look.

She edges her way through the crowd until she can get a good look at Thomas. With how much fun he's having, it's hard to not smile a little.]

[bancroft]

[ and he hops off his barstool, where he'd been standing, the moment she pauses, pushing through the crowd and gesturing for her to come. ] Myri! Don't just stand there, lass, have a drink!

[witchwoman]

[His whole attitude is infectious. And it reminds her of the few times the villages she stayed in would let her join them at the local taverns.]

What would you recommend?

[bancroft]

I don't suppose I can talk you into a cup of fey wine, can I?

[witchwoman]

[She hesitates for a moment, but since she has no idea what it is, she eventually just throws her arms out.]

Oh, why not! One can't hurt, right?

[bancroft]

That's the spirit! Clear a stool for the lady, come on now. [ he knocks on the bar and two glasses are set down. gonna need a fort save for this one... ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri keeps smiling as she slips up on the stool beside him and picks up the drink, trying it slowly.

Fort: 19! Maybe she forgot about some late nights at a local tavern... Not sure what she had to meet, so please let me know the level of sobriety she has left.

She pulls back before she takes another drink and blinks.]

Oh... Perhaps I should have asked if you wanted to toast anything.

[bancroft]

[ a 20 resists all effects, so she's hardly even tipsy! For every half a glass, she'll need another one. :)

Thomas laughs and raises his glass. ]

To friends old and new!

[witchwoman]

[She raises hers in turn.]

I'll drink to that. [She takes a larger gulp of her beverage this time and takes a look around the bar.]

I see you make new friends quickly.

[bancroft]

Buy a round for the bar and everyone'll love you, no questions asked.

[witchwoman]

I'll keep that in mind, should I ever find myself in need of more friends.

[bancroft]

It's not a question of necessity, lass.

[witchwoman]

And what is it a question of, then?

[bancroft]

Life is companionship. It's something every man seeks, everywhere he goes, and no harm has ever come from gaining another man's favor -- unlike losing it, or letting it pass by.

[witchwoman]

You're very wise. [She takes another drink (fort 12) and leans against the bar.] But there is something to be said for the safety of solitude.

[bancroft]

[ and just like that, her head would start swimming rather suddenly... ]

I've never liked to play it safe.

[witchwoman]

[Myri blinks several times, her center of balance wavering, even as she sits. She puts a hand on the bar to keep herself steady.]

You don't say. [She smiles to show it was an obvious joke.] I'm learning the fun in straying from the safe.

[bancroft]

An entirely valuable lesson. [ he slaps a hand on the counter and calls out: ] Who has a song, then?

[witchwoman]

[Myri jumps at the outburst, immediately dissolving into giggles.]

Oh yes- we must have a song.

[bancroft]

Teach us one from home, lass. You must have one or two.

[witchwoman]

[She should have saw that coming, but she didn't, so Myri's jaw just drops.]

Me? Oh, well I... Uhm... [She grabs her drink and takes a hefty gulp (Fort 7). Her head swims deeper. Liquid courage is a go.] I think I remember at least one...

[She takes a deep breath and sings, starting out a little shaky but mostly on key! (Perform 13)]

When I was but a thing of twelve, I heard the story told
About a young man's wild heart and love as pure as gold
And as the story's tried and true,
it's one that I shall sing for you
But hush and listen closely as the night is growing old.

[She looked to Thomas, a little smile and perhaps a bit of mischief in her eyes?]

Our brave romantic hero was known by all as Clyde
A foolish and a reckless man, rich only in his pride.
And when he saw his lady love,
he shouted out to skies above
that he would have her hand one day and keep her at his side.

He called her his own Little Lamb for she was just a babe,
Too young to know the folly of a man she could not name
For she was blind to his affections,
his afflictions, his attentions
The Lamb was all but wandering her life all the same.

[And before she began the next bit, Myri looked to anyone in the bar who was listening so that they knew to pay attention, for the next part was the chorus and they could help her with it later on.]

Oh Little Lamb please treat him kindly!
Little Lamb does wander blindly
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
Please return by dawn!
Little Lamb, don't keep us wanting
Little Lamb, they'd call you flaunting!
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
No sooner are you gone.

Our Clyde knew her true Rover heart and traveled far and wide,
Seeking his dear Little Lamb 'cross all the countryside
And if she'd spot him, she'd give chase!
Oh, but to see his weary face
She kept him at the game and and was all too quick to hide.

Oh Little Lamb please treat him kindly!
Little Lamb does wander blindly
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
Please return by dawn!
Little Lamb, don't keep us wanting
Little Lamb, they'd call you flaunting!
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
No sooner are you gone.

Our hero, he was clever too and beat her at her game
He cornered her in a field one day, Triumph became his name
And what a bleat she gave at that!
He'd sheer her wool for a winter hat
For Little Lamb was nothing more than honest to her name.

Oh Little Lamb please treat him kindly!
Little Lamb does wander blindly
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
Please return by dawn!
Little Lamb, don't keep us wanting
Little Lamb, they'd call you flaunting!
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
No sooner are you gone.

[By the end of the song, Myri was nearly doubled over with laughter, trying so hard to get the words out clear enough for the others to be in on the joke.]

[bancroft]

[ thomas, meanwhile, has been merrily dancing about from table to table, clapping and stomping along, smacking people on their back, stealing swigs of other people's beers and generally following along enough to get the gist... and so when she's done he gets everyone clapping and hooting loudly, and then hops up on a table with ... not so much grace (luckily, he gets a boost) and then strikes up a composer's stance, launching back into the chorus and getting people to sing along: (21 perform) ]

Oh Little Lamb please treat him kindly!
Little Lamb does wander blindly
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
Please return by dawn!
Little Lamb, don't keep us wanting
Little Lamb, they'd call you flaunting!
Little Lamb, oh, Little Lamb
No sooner are you gone!

[witchwoman]

[Myri laughs at Thomas' antics. Feeling bold, she taps a young man on the shoulder and has him help her up on a nearby table and she assists with getting the crowd into a finale refrain (Perform: nat 20! total 22). When they've sung the final note, she claps loudly, cheering for the crowd and especially for her fellow Knight.

As things begin to settle, she glances around towards the floor before looking in a comically helpless way to her companion.]

I find myself in quite the predicament. Care to help a lady down?

[bancroft]

[ well with her nat 20 check, all the men in the bar are now gathered around, gesturing for her to take their hand so they can lift her down. thomas laughs at this from beyond them, folding his arms across his chest ]

Seems you've got all the help you need.

[witchwoman]

[Myri looks at Thomas confused, but then notices all the men hovering around the table. Yes, she's that oblivious. Yes, it's that adorable.]

Oh! [She blushes deeply and takes the nearest hand, getting herself to safer, more solid ground.] Thank you. [She says to the man, obviously a little flustered.] I should be getting back... uhm... to my friend.