> In walks a young man who looks lost. He wears a crisp clean black
> suit jacket from Donna Karan, but his jeans are worn, his tennys
> are dirty, and his socks don't match. He looks around at his
> surroundings; spotting the bar, he wanders over and takes a seat.
> He digs through his pockets, pulling out a pocket knife, some
> coins, half a pack of mints, a watch fob, and finally a couple
> crumpled bills. Smoothing out the money, he finds one to his
> satisfaction and places it on the bar. Catching Winter's eye, he
> says: "Anything on tap." It's almost a question.
Rennyb, quite enjoying his "Liquid Desert" after the sandy catacombs
from which he'd only recently come, watched the newcomer sidle up and
start digging through his pockets. He reminded the wizard vaguely of
himself... apart from the deplorable fashion sense, of course. But he
felt a touch of kinship with anyone who kept such odds and ends in
his pockets.
That thought prompted him to take in his surroundings and sudden
companions...
Fusion was stomping about somewhere in the background, conjoining
cosmic forces with shoelaces or something... There seemed to be a
conversation of some import (at least to those conversing) in the
blackness between worlds, but it hadn't yet come close enough to
Arcadia to merit any action just yet... Chance rippled into being
nearby, the smell of wet pavement still clinging to her shoes...
"What a coffee clutch we are," Rennyb observed to no one in
particular. "Rhio turns a few pages, and everyone swirls in... each
so swathed in the voluminous folds of his or her particular story
that one wonders if most of us see each other at all?"
Rennyb reached out and gently turned the fellow in the Donna Karan
jacket's crumpled bills back towards their owner.
"Here, let me get that," said the wizard. "And are you having
anything, Chance?" he added, turning to face her also. "I've been
picking up these coins and credits for ages now, but unspent money's
of no use to anyone, and mayhap your acquaintance will profit me more
than gold? How now, what brings you two here today?"
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... Rhio shook her head and closed the book. She got up, stretched, and wandered out into the Library. Waving her hand in a generalish kind of way towards the...
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... With a crack of displaced air, Rennyb appeared, his usually velvety black robes brown with sand and dirt. He looked up at Rhio, momentarily disoriented,...
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