Worst Party - RPLOG
Participants
Date
18/2/479
Log
The party in other parts of the warehouse seems to be winding down. The sounds of people leaving the V.I.P. lounge can be heard distantly, but here, behind the curtain on the second floor, it seem that things have only just begun. The Goat majordomo from the V.I.P. room leads Zuri along a dim walkway in the old warehouse. Beyond the decorations from the party, the place looks pretty sparse. There are a few scattered crates of goods, mostly emptied food crates and barrels of drink. The Goat leads Zuri to what appears to be a small office and opens the door for him to enter.
Rokarion has also managed to slip behind the scenes with his very own hostage waiter. "Please," the goat bleats, "Just let me go. I am only hired staff!" With red curtains behind and Zuri disappearing into another room up ahead, it seems the Jasmine has a choice to make.
Zuri follows along obediently, his tail whipping playfully side to side as he looks around trying to spot where the fancy food and wine could be hiding. The small salamander seems completely unaware of any danger he might be in.
Rokarion drops the act once he notices that he and his hostage are finally alone, "Hmmm, it appears that we are alone, my good friend." the plant being says as he takes the blade away from the goat and throws him a small pouch, "Fifty crowns, I will give you the rest later. Now go back and continue your job or get out of here. As long as you don't try anything smart your tongue will stay in its place and the rest of your money will come later." Rokarion says as he begins heading towards the direction Zuri was taken in, "And if you are truly just hired staff, then you might want to know that you are working with slavers right now. Better hope you are not around when they get caught." Roka says as he keeps a hand on his rapier, eyes open just in case someone jumps on him or the goat tries attack.
The waiter scurries away, barely seeming to notice the pouch tossed into his hands. It is only an instant and he has vanished behind the velvet curtains.
Meanwhile, Zuri and his escort have entered a small office. It looks orderly and well maintained, and a large window looks out over the warehouse. From here it is easy to see the warehouse floor where beings still mingle, though the purple clad Alligator seems to have made his exit. "Have a seat, my friend," the goat says, his voice deep and pleasant, "We ARE friends, aren't we? Would you like something to drink? Or to eat? I admit that I keep back a few delicacies for myself." The goat goes to a large cabinet set in the wall and unlocks it with a small key, revealing a rather remarkable array of fine liquors.
Zuri smiles brightly at the Majordomo. "Sure, thank you!" He slides onto his seat, and giggles in a bubbly manner at his words. "Yea! We are friends!" He peers over at the selection. "Oh, I could nibble on something.. and if you have some honey wine or some Cliffside Sherry in there, I also wouldn't say no to that!" He licks his tuskies, quite happy that he finally found where all the good stuff is hidden. "This is quite the amazing place you have here. Weird that it just looks like a boring warehouse from the outside."
Rokarion shook his head as the goat escaped, hoping that he won't regret his choice soon. With that thought in mind, the youth turned around and began heading towards the room. The plant being thought to himself how to pull this off before finally deciding on simply sticking to the wall and away from the rail and simply walk towards the room. No better way than to act that you are supposed to be here to trick others, not like a bunch of drunkards would be able to tell anyway.
The Goat smiles indulgently and pours two goblets of amber colored liquid. "Most days it IS just a boring old warehouse, my little friend," he says, setting a glass in front of Zuri, "Mister O, your host has merely borrowed the use of it for today." The goat, who seems somehow much less like a waiter than he did a moment ago, takes a seat across from Zuri, looking out the window. "Mister O does like to make new friends," he says smoothly, "Why don't you tell me about YOUR friends? The ones you came to the V.I.P. lounge with?"
There is nothing to impede Rokarion's progress, though there do seem to be signs of motion on the far catwalk. The light up here is too dim in the catwalks to make out who or what is over there. Soon, Rokarion is at the door of the office. Just in time to hear the goat asking questions of Zuri.
First things first! The little gourmet of a 'mander reaches over to take hold of his goblet, taking a quick sample of it and smiling approvingly. "Sure! We all came here separately from various invitations, but I know some of the guys outside. Levin's a friend, a Freesword too! Isn't that nice? My boyfriend is back there as well, Rokarion. He's such a cutie." He giggles and takes another sip. "The others I don't really know. I guess the bunny is Levin's girlfriend? It could happen! I think they arrived together. Oh! Cirra was also there, and Bazalt. Both Freeswords! They didn't get tickets to the VIP area tho. They're probably still hanging about downstairs."
Rokarion purses his lips as he reaches the office room just in time to listen to the conversation going in inside. The plant being goes over his options as he looks around him. With no way to hide, the plant being shakes his head and decides to stick to the wall near the office door and get on a knee to make his profile as hard to see as possible while his own gaze travels between the far catwalk, trying to make out the beings over there and if their movement seems to be on 'alert', and down his own catwalk just in case someone was coming this way.
"Freeswords?" the goat asks pleasantly, sipping at his own wine, "And your boyfriend! How wonderful! And how is it that you found yourself in the V.I.P. lounge?" he asks, "I confess, that it is not so special as it sounds. It is really just a way to get drunken or unruly guests away from where they will ruin the festivities for others. Why did you have a ticket? Was your boyfriend so drunk that he needed your help?"
The conversation is a little muffled, but easy enough to make out through the door, though the chatter of part guests below does complicate things a little. It does not seem that anyone is coming this way. Not yet, at least. Maybe that waiter knew what was good for him and was keeping his mouth shut.
Zuri pouts. "Aww, really? I was hoping it would be the best place where all the action happens. Either that or where you all store the people that you're going to abduct or whatever it is you're doing." He sips from the goblet again, smacking his lips before chortling. "Rokarion, drinking? Never! He hates the stuff. I don't get it. Why wouldn't you like something as fine as this?" He raises his goblet, swishing it. "I stole a card from someone, of course. I'm an ex-thief you know? Retired. Well, semi-retired, once a thief always a thief eh?" He giggles.
