1st Kill ~ Consoles / Video and/or Action [Hotel Lobby]

[irishthor]

[The feed flickers on to show an up-close view of a man's torso, wearing a dark-coloured jacket and plenty of straps.]

Did I do it right...? [Comes the thick, Irish brouge of the man, before he shifts back, revealing his face in the process.] ...I'm assumin' that red light means it's workin'... If not, I probably look madder'n a frog in a sock talkin' to meself like this.

[Shay pushes a hand through his hair, scratching at his head, sighing.]

You all sure do give a man a lot to think through. I mean, Christ, I just got here'n yer talkin' 'bout turtles and consoles... Enough to drive a man t'drink.

[A pause.]

Speakin' of... if any o'ye fine folk could point me in the direction of where I could get a wee dram, it'd be most appreciated. There's gotta be a pub or a tavern 'round here somewhere... O'course, I don't have much in the way of local currency.

[The man sighs, leaning against the desk the console is on.]

This is gonna be a wee problem, isn't it?

((OOC: People are free to encounter him in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel.))

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Console - video;

[skeletonenigma]

[Someone new - obvious from the very first moment. Someone Irish, as well. Skulduggery isn't the type to admit to homesickness - certainly not after his second time arriving in Keeliai - but it feels surprisingly comforting to hear another Irish accent, and this one from a man he doesn't already know, or feel ambivalently towards.

And as luck would have it, he hasn't used up his disguise yet today. When the video turns on, he looks perfectly human.]

You're doing it right. [Amused.] I don't drink myself, but you'll have more of a problem paying for the drink than finding the drink itself. Someone should be willing to open a bar tab for you.

Console - video;

[irishthor]

Y'see, it's the should that worries me. I mean, I've got a fair bunch of coin from where I was, but somethin' tells me this place isn't interested in the King's Silver.

Console - video;

[skeletonenigma]

You could look for a bartender with a passing interest in historical artefacts.

[Specifically from the Foreigners, of course (although the phrase 'King's Silver' is charmingly quaint). Skulduggery knows there's a few around, but historians and Foreigner-studiers don't usually lend themselves very well to bartending professions.]

Failing that, Anton Shudder at the Midnight Hotel will exchange your currency for you.

Console - video;

[irishthor]

Oh, aye? Well. I might have a way to support meself after all.

Console - video;

[skeletonenigma]

So it would seem. Out of curiosity, what year is it?

video;

[jinzhong]

[Have a tattooed former Triad member, Shay!]

Hey, man, I get that too. I definitely needed a drink when I first showed up here.

video;

[irishthor]

Well, it's like me da' always said; You can find out a lot about a place by the type of whisky they serve.

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[jinzhong]

Yeah, you might be outta luck. I don't think there's anythin' here that you could identify as whisky, so much.

I bet if anyone knows where to find some, it's Anton. That guy knows everything.

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[irishthor]

Aye, I've heard his name bandied about a wee bit. Seems like the bloke's quite the conversation-starter.

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[jinzhong]

Yeah, I dunno what we'd do without him. Or without the Hotel. We'd have all been homeless when we got back, I guess.

[Jackie sometimes forgets not everyone has a detailed Malicant sitrep on account of having lived through it.]

[video]

[theideaguy]

Where you could get a wee what?

[Because seriously, what does that even mean? Besides, Sokka doesn't drink that stuff... unless it's cactus juice. And only then accidentally.]

[video]

[irishthor]

[A grin, there.]

Term for a small shot o'whisky or somethin' similar.

[video]

[theideaguy]

Oh well in that case, you'll probably have to solve the money problem first. Kind of a shame they don't do the whole "here's some money to start off your time in Keeliai" thing like they used to. The welcome wagon for new arrivals has kind of deteriorated over time, really.

[video]

[irishthor]

Aye, I figured. I have some money on me, but it's from where I was.

I don't think the locals would appreciate it.

[video]

[theideaguy]

Well, it depends upon the type of money, I suppose. If you've got coins, some of them might take it. At least the metal's worth something to these guys.

If you've got paper money, which is still kind of ridiculous if you ask me, well, then you're up a stream without a paddle.

(Action)

[stonebird]

(Old fashioned doesn't even begin to explain her clothes, though she has been introduced to pants (reluctantly). She only wears such masculine clothing when she is learning self-defense. Which is not today. Her dress - like all of her dresses - was crafted by her hands. It is something that brings her pride.

Additionally, her hair is styled simply (for her).

She approaches him at a polite distance, blue eyes curious.)

Are you new, ser?

(Action)

[irishthor]

[Shay perks up from his study of the console, turning as he heard the footsteps of someone approaching. Even without his access to the Sight, his senses are still keenly trained. It takes a lot to sneak up on an Assassin, in any case.]

New? Aye... I guess y'could say that. And, please. Don't call me sir, I'm far from it.

[A member of the Templar Order he may be, but it's been a while since they were a Knightly order.]

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[stonebird]

(She doesn't intend to startle him. That wouldn't be polite.)

What would you prefer I call you?

(Everyone has a preference. Alayne chooses to be overly polite; that way no one is offended. Or so goes her logic.)

(Action)

[irishthor]

[Now, the topic of names had been one forefront in his mind for some time after his arrival. Eventually, he decided that, even if this was an Assassin plot, they'd know who he is already.

So, the point is moot, and he worried over it for nothing.]

My name's Shay Cormac, ma'am. [This is said with a slight bow.] A pleasure, I'm sure.

(Action)

[stonebird]

(She returns his bow with a curtsy, dipping her head gracefully.)

Likewise, Mister Cormac. (Mister is far less formal than Lord, at least?) I am Alayne Stone.

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[gistful]

[Except in certain circumstances--such as Lady Stone's concern for her safety--Anton doesn't make a habit of interrupting console conversations. It smacks of eavesdropping, which is rude, even when he does, in fact, overhear parts of the conversation. He remembers the Irishman from check-in the other evening, and the man's accent made Anton think almost wistfully of home. Ah well; in due time. Anton's own accent is muddied from travel, though there are hints and inflections which would tell the sharp ear he's Irish himself.

[When Shay finishes his conversations Anton will still be in the lobby, performing some housework which includes polishing the timber and cleaning the windows, and readily available to answer any further questions Shay might have from said conversations.]

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[irishthor]

[He will, eventually, amble over after his conversation. He's still wearing his full outfit, barring the straps that hold the air rifle in place. He's shed himself of most weaponry, barring his dirk and a few hidden extras, and the blade is sufficiently covered.

All in all, he looks like any member of an 18th century time period would.]

S'cuse me. [He calls, loud enough to get Anton's attention.] I hope I'm not botherin' ya, but I was wonderin' if I could ask a couple of questions.

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[gistful]

[Weapons, hidden and not, are perfectly allowed in the Hotel, providing they're not actually used.]

Certainly, Mr Cormac.

[Anton finishes drying a window and drapes the towel over his shoulder, and turns.]

How may I help you?

[For all that his diction is formal, that muddy accent blurs the sounds. Anton's not high-born, and never pretended to be, and though he's professional, it's not quite the same thing.]

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[irishthor]

[He's learned that it's better to hide what you're capable of. Being loaded down with blades and guns only advertised what you were good at. Stick with what's hidden... then surprise people.

Of course, not that Shay ever expected to use his skills.]

I hear you're a man of many connections. [It's remarked, genial enough, and Shay can, certainly, detect the accent, there.] Although, I'm not surprised someone from the green hills of Éire would make himself useful.

[On to business:]

I have money from my homeland, coins and notes. I've been told you're the man to come to for some exchange.

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[gistful]

I have made some friends.

[It makes Anton smile slightly, to be recognised without his name being attached--only the youngest sorcerers in his world didn't know the names of the Dead Men--and through the dozens of countries in which he'd resided.]

I am. What sort of currency, and from which era, is that?

[Not modern, Anton suspected, in which case any notes would likely only be of use to a collector--which could be a fortune on their own--and the coins for bullion. He hadn't caught Shay's era, however, but if the coins were pure they could be worth quite a bit on the kedanese market.]