Revision as of 23:07, 20 November 2014

Participants

• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Mirana
• Natska
• Rev
• Rokarion
• Ruby

Date

20/11/477

Log

"I am Cliff Hansen," he says with a smile, gently patting Mira on the nose, "And I am leading a tour of notable CREATORS across your lovely world sponsored by the Jetstream Flash THEATER COMPANY." He looks around at the gathering beings. "You are all welcome to tag along, of course!"

Meanwhile, the tourists have started to jabber amongst themselves, making odd gestures over their strange devices and pointing at just about everything.

Mirana blinks a bit, a pat on the nose. Well, at least it was better than getting her ears and hair stroked on. She does though carefully take Cliff's hand in her own, giving it a slight shake. "Lady Mirana Solacious." She says, recovering her dignity as quickly as she can. "And notable creators? From which house would they hail from? Or which company?" She asks, not sure she'll understand the answer or not. Trying to be sure not to seem undo though, she leans in to give a whisper to Cliff, pulling back after. "Assuming this won't take weeks, or perhaps even all day, I'd enjoy taking you up on your offer Sir Hansen." She says, curtseying after.

Natska raises her eyebrows, then grins. She sweeps her hat before her in a bow to Cliff Hansen, then carefully settles it back in place. "An honor, miss," she replies. "I am Natska, and I regularly accompany travelers on their journey to provide aid and protection; I would take a tour. I am sure Cassidy would want to, as well," she adds, to herself. Then she looks over at Ruby and flashes the coyote a grin. "Gods? Pff. No, they're Creators."

Ruby gets taken aback by Cliff's comment about dressing in local fashion, her awe fading immediately. Wait... these were the Creators? Surely it couldn't be. "Oh, erm... sir 'Cliff Hansen'?" she calls out, probably using a tone a bit louder than necessary. "You do realize that the local fashion you're wearing... is the common dress for local women, right?" she asks, putting an emphasis on 'women'. "Not only that, but local /feminine/ women. I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress." she says, then looks down at the one she's wearing. "Except for right now, of course..." she shoots a look at Mirana. Looking over at Natska after that comment, she sighs. "Yes, I see that..."

Rev stops a few feet short if the group of creators. The heavy clan sized wolf raises a brow as he listens to the tour guide speak. "Hmmm I suposse I have the time to accompany you all on your tour....Though quick question first. You do know that dress is for ballroom events, and are usually made to be worn by women right?" He days while staring down at the creator who he more or less towers over

Cliff visibly pales under the onslaught of criticism toward his clothing. "EXPLICATIVE those EXPLICATIVE SCHOLARS," he mutters, then gives a withering glare at his machine as it translates. But when he turns back to his tour charges he is all smiles. "Of course it is!" he says, "But that is because on Jetstream Tours we strive to entertain! Isn't that right ladies and gentlemen?" The small crowd of Creators all laugh and applaud, though the nearby beings can see that the man is sweating, and his shoulders slump in relief at his audience's reaction. "Let us begin the tour!" Cliff says, waving dramatically around at the tournament grounds. "This is the city of Firmament!" he says, "It is one of the largest settlements on PROMISE, though it is less than a tenth the size of even New New York Beta!" He points to the nearby city walls. "The wall around the city is meant to keep the more aggressive local fauna at bay," he says, "But I am told they are only active at night, so we are quite safe here." Waving again at the tournament ground Cliff continues. "This space is perpetually kept open in expectation of CREATOR visitors," he says, "Since the locals have no NO TRANSLATION of their own."

Mirana takes a breath and listens to Cliff's untranslated swaring. She takes his hand again after a moment, patting it softly. She tries to imagine a moment not knowing anything about a place and then trying to fit into it. Maybe if she didn't read up about Thera'dor before visiting... "It is quite alright, and quite entertaining!" She says with a soft tone in her voice. She looks over to Ruby and giggles a bit, "Dear, everyone can make mistakes, and thank you for having that on today." She continues before looking over to Rev and Natska. "Surely this is but some fun that's being had." She continues, waiting a moment, curtseying again, and giving a slight poke to Cliff. Play along, besides, it was fun. "Now, where should we go Sir Hansen? But please, there are children and ladies present." She reminds.

Natska's ears perk, and after a moment she blinks, her notched ear giving a little flick. "Oh goodness. I can't even imagine a city ten times Firmament's size. It must be a wonder of its own to behold," she comments. She smiles and rests her hands on her hips, not wanting to rush the tour guide.

Ruby gawks a little from his swearing, giving the Creator announcer a look as well. Hearing Mirana mention children, she nods her head. "He's not even a year old yet, but still... watch your mouth." she says, frowning and cradling her pup. So far he's been quiet, eyes drawn to the others gathered in the area. Looking back at Mira though, she considers the vixen's words, eyes going downward briefly. "Yes, it's all in good fun... as long as you promise there won't be anymore swearing." she says with a smile, understanding Mira's reasons.

Rev snickers at the human tour guides reaction as the poor man clewrly had been miss informed. He lightly taps the spesr he firmly grasps in his right hand as he glances over to his fellow locals, and gives a slight uncomitting shrug in response to Mirana. While he scratches his jaw with his other hand which has a buckler strapped above it to his forearm. "Well dress aside lead the way Sir hansen." The wolf says with a spark of amuesment in his eyes. Clearly showing he is interested in seeing just what else he may have been missinformed about.

Cliff's smile grows a little strained as Mirana pokes at him. "Thank you, Lady," he says, remembering the title she gave herself when she introduced herself. He turns his attention back to the crowd of tourists. "Come along!" he says, "There is a lot to see and so little time!"

The mob of Creators pouring through the city gates draws ample attention as beings of all kinds leave their work and play to gawk. This is not the first time that most have seen a Creator at this point, but even with the comings and goings of Parson and his people, they are still a rare sight. The Creators are nearly as enamored of the beings peeking from windows and stopping in the streets as the beings are of them! This must be the first city on the tour.

A woman in the tour group raises a hand and babbles something to Cliff, the tour guide. "Ah yes!" Cliff says, his translator making his words comprehensible to the beings accompanying the group, "We are in the country of Sweetwater. They are ruled by a king with several advising noble houses. Like a CEO of one of your firms. Only he does not have to share!" There is a chuckle from the Creators. It is obvious that something was lost in translation. Cliff points at Mirana. "This charming lady is one of the local nobles," he says, "You can tell because she called herself 'LADY' that means female leader."

Mirana blinks a bit more as they go along with them all. Well, she did identify herself as lady, so best to be playing the part. Just a day in court without the walls. Cliff at the very least understood her. She shuffles about with her locket a moment. Doesn't seem she'll get the chance to look at any creator devices just yet. Better to put on a good show. She looks over to Ruby and Natska before speaking, "Yes, Good King Good has been doing a fine job through both times of benefit and times of strife." She says. She'll keep corrections to Cliff's own presentation as silent as possible. "Here, we've got wonderful farm land, a good market, and are fairly centrally located between many other large, umm, settlements." Trying to mirror Cliff a bit. She falls back a bit though, standing next to Ruby.

Natska saunters along with the tour group, smiling as she watches the Creators and listens to Cliff's spiel. She nods at his explanation, and Mirana's elaboration, then looks over (and up) at Rev. "Not every day you get to escort a tour of Creators, hm?" she asks, quietly, evidently enjoying herself.

Ruby smiles wide from the acknowledgement of Mira's status, though the joke he tells to the other Creators causes her brows to furrow, rather confused by the joke. "How was that funny?" she asks Mira quietly. "Oh, you're welcome, also... I only agreed to wear it to look good for the Creators." she says to the vixen after she's done explaining, though her baby soon begins to cry and howl in her arms. Grimacing, she bounces him lightly, cooing. "Shhh, it's okay... come now, mommy's here..." she whimpers slightly herself, not liking the sound of her child crying.

Running a bit late, fashionably so will be her excuse, Cassidy jaunts on up out of the sideground, dressed in her knee length black skirt and a red tailcoat, with her usual hat and mask. She falls right into step next to Natska as if she'd been there the whole time and takes a moment to dust off her suit with gloved hands. "Sorry I am let to the party."

Rev moves through the group to walk along next to natska. Which he has to lean over a bit to whisper to her. "Yeah this is my first time actuslly seeing a creator in person, and I got to say. They are not exactly as impressive as people make them seem. They look kind of fragile, and a bit silly....." He trails of, and chuckles as he listens to the tourguide talk about Mirana. Before glancing over to the bewly arrived Cassidy who he gives a small wave of greating.

Cliff leads the group toward Saint's Square before the church. "This is the Church of the Creators," he explains, "The locals are descendants of FLESHCRAFTED creations of CREATORS and many of them worship the SCHOLARS who created them." The tour guide points out the six statues of the Creator Saints. "The use of MACHINE SPIRITS is restricted to their priests here." He idly points out the beings accompanying the group. "These. . . uh. . . beings, probably could not even operate one of your Universal Tools without help." The crowd of Creators murmur amongst themselves at this and one of the females even titters out a little laugh and asks a question. "No," Cliff answers, "They do not. Though I have heard that they are able to perform certain MATHEMAGIC without the aid of MACHINE SPIRITS." He looks around at the gathered beings.

Mirana smiles as Cassidy joins them, "Cousin, it is good to see you." She says, looking back to Natska, shaking her head, "Well, maybe we will be able to see them more often? Wouldn't it be interesting to have tours like this seasonally?" She asks. Listening to the device translating for them all, she is quite aware that some of the words aren't being translated right, aware of a few of them in the regular speech, but when talk of using mathemagics comes up, the many tailed vixen decides to put on a bit more of a show. It was impressive to Bite at least when she did it for her. Tracing some outlines in the air, a faint glow to her eyes, forgoing her staff for now. A flame in her hands, tossed back and forth for a moment, before clasping both hands over it, blowing into her hands, exhausting the flame, and using the smoke to write out her name. Impractical, but showy. That bit done, she leans over to Ruby a bit, helping to comfort the child, "There there, I know, it is a busy day, but you are alright..." she coos to him along with Ruby.

Natska grins happily as she sees Cassidy approaching; she nods her head and tips her hat towards her love. "Lady Cassidy," she greets. "Would you care to join us? We are escorting sir Cliff and his Creator-nobles on a little tour." Trusting that she had given Cass enough hints on what was going on, she beckons Rev to lean closer, whispers something to him, and then gives Mira a stern look.

Mirana's display of magic fascinates the poor crying child only briefly, before he starts to howl again even as the vixen writes her name in the smoke. "You're getting so good at that magic... tossing flames about." she smiles to Mira, still bouncing her baby a bit. As Mira leans in to help, Ruby holds the baby towards her a bit, but he still cries. "Oh, it's not working... He isn't stinky, I think he's hungry." she says, biting her lip in frustration.

Cassidy offers a polite nod to Mirana and Rev before smiling under her mask. "Nice to see you, too." Her brows raise at Natska's words before she fights back a giggle. "Why yes, I think I'll be joining. I was planning to anyway," she says, wrapping an arm around Natska and pulling herself close enough to whisper something to the jaguar's other side.

Rev rolls his eyes at the giggling of the creators, and shakes his head. "I get the feeling they are laughing st us." He mutters before leaning into listen to what natska has to say, and nods. "Hmmmm still they sre not exactly what one would expect them to be after hearing the stories." He says while watching Mirana display her skill in magic. The large wolf briefly debstes doing a littke showing off himself. But in the end decides against it atkeast for the moment.

There is a murmur of appreciation from the crowd of Creators at Mirana's display. Cliff spreads his arms wide and gives the group a glowing smile. "See!" he exclaims, "Aren't they amazing?" The tour guide claps his hands and leads the tour through the main concourse toward the Academy, talking as he goes. "This is the Sweetwater Academy," he says, "It is one of the smaller academies here on PROMISE. This is where the locals study local history, politics, MATHEMAGIC and architecture. We have found that most of the natives here have difficulty grasping mathematical concepts, and they do not study it, though I am told that their ALCHEMISTS have recently made strides toward some primitive LIGHT PICTURES."

One of the Creators, one of the larger men, seems curious about the crying child and has wandered from the main group to peer over Ruby's shoulder.

Mirana gives a quick curtsey before looking over to Natska and Cassidy. She didn't much like the look that she was getting, but had better things to tend to. "Please, do pardon us." She says, then notices one of the large men looking over Ruby's shoulder, "We've an important matter to tend to, it shouldn't be long." She says, looking over to Rev a moment. "Cassidy sweetie, would you please help Sir Hansen with showing off our wonderful city?" She asks. Another pardon as she grips Ruby's shoulder to move her inside the acadamy proper to tend to things.

Natska slips her arm around Cassidy's shoulders in turn and gives her fennec a gentle nuzzle, trying to not dislodge her hat or her mask, murmuring something in return. She nods her head again at Cliff's words about their academy, her ear flicking again, but remains quiet; she does give Mirana a small smile as she moves off with Ruby, and then her attention returns to the tour.

Ruby shies away from the Creator behind her, giving him a concerned look. "You'll scare him..." she says, unsure if the man will understand her. However, as Mirana takes hold of her arm and guides her and her crying child into the academy, where things are indeed tended to right proper.

Cassidy gives a little grin in response to the affections and nods. "I see," she says in reply, more loudly this time. "Well! We'll see if that has any impact. I'm just here to see what's going on and to partake in the activities! I was kind of bored today."

Rev raises a brow when he catches Mirana glancing his way albeit briefly. However his attention quickly returns in full to the group tour. Though he only vafuely listens to what cliff has to say about the academy. As he doesnt exactly spend much time therr himself, nir does he uave that much of an interest in doing so.

Coming out of the academy is a plant being dressed in a body-covering heavy cloak. As soon as he is outside, Rokarion notices the creators? gawking around. The young plant being raises a petaled eyebrow for a minute before moving close towards the group, surprised to see creators here and curious as well. The jasmine decides not to regard the strange attire of the clearly male Creator, and greets the group with a short bow, the double-blososm of hair on his head wafting his aroma around, "Greetings noble Creators. May I ask what is going around here?" he said in his usual serene and polite tone.