Logging The_Guild to 'logs\guild002.Chatsociety.txt'
The_Guild	The door opens onto a lush office of odd design. Wood panelling is unlike any you've ever seen, and bookcases line the walls, stacked top to bottom with various reading materials. Floor to ceiling drapes cover the far wall, a deep burgundy colour. Chairs upholstered in the same color sit near a large desk, at which a severe-looking pale woman dressed all in black is sitting.
Do-N throws herself into a chair, legs hanging off one arm of it. She says, "Howdy, chief," while fishing half a cigarette out of a pocket.
The_Guild	She stares at you coldly, fingers steepled before her pale blue eyes. Thin lips are pressed into a permanent frown. "I am to welcome you to The Guild. Do not expect a fanfare. You will be a faceless nothing until you prove yourself a reliable Traveller. If you fail, you will be cast out."
Do-N	"Sure." [Do-N is looking about for a lighter or a candle or something.]
The_Guild	The severe woman stands, walks through the desk to the door, which has closed behind you. She opens it to reveal a large chamber beyond, exquisitely decorated and populated. A flame appears before your cigarette, floating sourceless before you.
Do-N	"Oh, Ta."
Do-N checks out the chamber.
The_Guild	The chamber is large, huge. The ceiling is held up by pillars of immense stature, intricately carved from floor to ceiling with vines and other random beautifying things. The floor is a great mosaic of colored tiles, the high ceiling glass, showing a muted mauve sky scudded with aquamarine clouods.
Do-N	"Nice digs... nothing shows success quite like excess, eh?"
The_Guild	The woman stares at you coldly, but says nothing. With a flicker of her fingers, she leads you across the room. You see large tapestries adorning the walls, strange symbols that you have never seen embroidered on them. All manner of creatures inhabit this place, several humans, but also orcs and elves, a centaur, a large mechanical creature that walks on scythelike legs.
Do-N takes her time, checking out the people. "At least we got lots of different kinds a faces on the facless nothings... keeps it fresh."
The_Guild	The woman snorts quietly and heads down a hallway on the far side of the Chamber. She leads you through several turns, passes under a marble arch (which sends a shiver down your spine) and you enter a hallway, painted white. She points to a door. "Go in."
Do-N drops the last of her cigarette on the floor, grinds it under her heal and steps through.
The_Guild	You enter a room with a table covered in paper in the center, about the size of a small bed. white counters and cupboards line the walls, and small jars of various objects (like flat sticks and other oddments of the kind) are arranged neatly on the counters. The room is clean, white, pristine.
Do-N sits on one of the counters. "So, what's up?"
The_Guild	But you are speaking to an empty room, for the woman has closed the door behind you. But the room isn't empty for long. Despite the door being closed, suddenly there is a young woman with pretty long brown hair and a shy smile standing behind you. "Hello."
Do-N	"Hi. So, what's supposed to go on here? You supposed to probe me or something?" [Arched eyebrow.]
The_Guild	She smiles slightly. "I guess so. I'm Hlemstr Igaru, your Shargat today. New arrivals get a check up before they get to wander around."
Do-N	"Ah. I'm Do-N. So what the hell is a Shargat?"
The_Guild	"Shargat are the research branch of The Guild. We're the technicians, magicians and psychics."
Do-N	"So I guess you're the one who's going to make me all my cool outerspace tech shit then eh?
The_Guild	Hlemstr giggles, covering her mouth. "Oh no, not me. I'm primarily a healer." "Could you look me in the eye for a second?"
Do-N	"Sure, but you're getting a little forward for my tastes, missy." [Do-N does.]
The_Guild	She stares at you for a moment, her brown eyes studying yours. Then she nods, and heads toward a cabinet. Opening it, she takes out a small bottle, from which she shakes two pills into your hand. "So you're a mimic? Did you train with someone, or were you born with it?"
Do-N	"Born with it. I'm basicly the 7th Daughter of a 7th Son... drove my parents up the fucking wall." [Conspiritorial grin.]
The_Guild	"Was it hard?"
Do-N	"They were stuck-up as all hell and tried to get me to pass as their fucking son... now I'm a kinda halfway case, but it just makes me more confusing to bastards that need to figure out what box to put everyone in... so it was alright I guess... how'd you wind up in this freakshow?"
The_Guild	"I was brought here when I was young, before I was old enough to know my parents." "Go on, take those pills. They're Toxnix. They'll get rid of that cold you're carrying around, and protect you from anything you might be tempted to contract here in Shar Torin."
Do-N	"Have much fun around here? Guess you don't have much to compare it to." [Do-N takes the pills.]
The_Guild	[They're pillicious!]
Do-N	[Pillicious meaning psychoreactive?]
The_Guild	[Meaning I'm being a dolt.] "There are fun things to do, and you can always go travelling. What do you like to do?" Hlemstr hops up and sits on the table.
Do-N	"All sorts of stuff... got over the [Soul Calibur narrator voice] 'two Swordsmen dueling for honor' bullshit by the time I was about 12, but the duelling is still fun... I've been getting into playin bass, wanna start a band... was into car-jacking for a while, but no-one puts up enough of a fight to make it interesting... really I'm just into really feelin' I guess... ya'know, Hlemstr, I think you're alright... that stuffy wrinkled chick isn't much of a welcome, I'm here for 30 seconds and thinking, 'Oh my god, they must stand in a circle and piss in each others oatmeal every morning, I'm going to fucking hate it'... but I think you're alright." "that stuffy wrinkled chick isn't much of a welcome, I'm here for 30 seconds and thinking, 'Oh my god, they must stand in a circle and piss in each others oatmeal every morning, I'm going to fucking hate it'... but I think you're alright."
The_Guild	[Point of note, the stuffy wrinkled chick has one of the smoothest complexions you've ever seen. :) ]
Do-N	[Whatever. She *felt* wrinkled, I don't have much of a memory for details that don't fit with my stereotyping. :)]
The_Guild	Hlemstr smiles self-conciously, looking down at her swinging feet. "Thank you, Do-N. You're pretty neat yourself. You're a lot different than a lot of the people here." She looks at you and smiles. "What kind of music do you play?" [Yeah, she does at that. And I didn't mention it. No harm.]
Do-N	"Punk, jungle, a little grindcore, rock and roll... but it's gotta be real rock: the kind that might get you lynched if the wrong people hear it." [Did she teleport in? Can I grab her teleportation?]
The_Guild	"We don't hear a lot of that around here. Some of the boys who work in comestibles listen to that. I hear they sometimes visit dimensions that have... raves?"
Do-N	"Good raves are *insane*! In a good rave, I can turn myself halfway into a neon-light and people just dig on it... it's completely off the hook... of course, you want to find someone who can clean and top up your spinal fluid the next morning, but that's just part of the trip."
The_Guild	".... Yeah. I don't know much about them. I listen to classical music myself. But I could introduce you to some of them, if you'd like."
Do-N	"Yeah, that'd be alright... what kinda classical you into? Do you play any of it?"
Do-N starts grabbing knowledge of classical music.
The_Guild	"There's a pianist here named Emamber. I went to hear him play the other night, it was delightful. Julian Fenzer, Beethoven, R-gut'l, Hamseroff, I like it all I guess. " *There is a whispering sound behind you and you see the head and shoulders of the severe-looking woman protruding through the closed door.* "Hate to break the two of you up, but I want to get this over with."
Do-N	[To severe-woman] "Oh alright." [To Hlemstr] "To be continued?"
The_Guild	Hlemstr nods, her head dropping. "To be continued. I'll see you later?"
Do-N kisses her on the cheek, "Count on it," steals insubstantiality and walks through the door.
Do-N	[If the severe woman hasn't moved than she walks through her too.]
The_Guild	You walk into the door, denting your nose.
Do-N	"What a bitch." [opens the door and walks through]
The_Guild	The severe woman is standing there smirking. "Let's go, Romeo." She heads down the hall, back the way you came.
Do-N	"Well, at least I now know it's physically possible for you to smile." [follows]
The_Guild	As you're walking, the woman begins to speak. "I will show you to your room and that will fulfill my obligation. If you need any more help, ask a clerk in the Chamber."
Do-N follows, rubbing her nose indignantly.
The_Guild	She leads you through an odd archway with the inscription "Hub 14" over it. An odd sensation accompanies a jump to a circular room filled with similar arches. "Kalarta" takes you to a long hallway with a sky-blue ceiling and midnight blue carpeting.
Do-N just continues the same way.
The_Guild	She stops beside a door with a small plaque proclaiming "K23" "This is your room. Welcome to the Guild." With that, she vanishes like mist.
Do-N	"Ta. And here's hoping you get laid and mellow out, very soon." to the empty space.
Do-N opens the door and pops in her earbuds.
The_Guild	The room is small but comfortable. There is a single bed, a desk, and a dresser, a bathroom to the side and a closet with various articles of (somewhat suitable) clothing in it.
Do-N dumps her pack in the closet, as well as one of her swords, and briefly checks out the clothes.
The_Guild	The clothing is new, and a variety of colors and styles. There are no tags to show the size.
Do-N decides she doesn't care for any of it right now, and leaves her room in search of whatever interesting things the "compound" has to offer.
The_Guild	You quickly find such necessities as the way back to the Chamber, Comestibles (which is a huge gymnasium sized room, brightly lit and filled with tables and chairs - a massive cafeteria), and figure out that these odd arches seem to be a common way to get around. Several "hubs" are scattered around, and each archway seems to lead to a different section of the building.
Do-N checks the cafeteria for wasabi.
The_Guild	They have it. It's pretty good.
Do-N gets herself a hotdog with about 2 tablespoons of wasabi on it.
The_Guild	It's delivered by a young man with sky blue hair.
Do-N	"Thanks, baby blue... so what's to do for fun around here until they find me and give me work."
The_Guild	The young man shrugs. "Just hang out, really. Play video games, use drugs, road trips."
Do-N	"Sounds alright, here can I find 'em? Oh, I'm Do-N, by the way."
The_Guild	"Gegon. Where can you find what?"
Do-N	"Pleasure... the drugs, videogames and people leaving for roadtrips?"
The_Guild	"Oh. We're around." He grins mischieviously.
Do-N	"Well, I'm livin' in K23 for the moment, so look me up if anything big is about to happen? Anywhere to tide me over 'till business starts?"
The_Guild	"In Kalarta? Shit, are you, like, a Traveller or something?"
Do-N	"If I am, it don't mean much... only been her 10 minutes or so."
The_Guild	"Wow, that's crazy. And you're already here, eating a hotdog with a respectable helping of wasabi. That's... awesome."
Do-N	"Well, gotta do something with myself... and I hadn't had any wasabi in like 2 fucking years... so, the Travellers an uptight lot? I hope not too badly if I'm gonna have to work with 'em."
The_Guild	"Nah, Travellers are awesome. They get to explore new dimensions and shit, and sometimes go all Godsmiting on the peons they find. They're, like, the heroes of the Guild."
Do-N	"Godsmiting, eh? That sounds pretty fuckin' alright... first Guild guy I met said they'd hire me to go fuck with people's conventions... second Guild chick I met seemed like she'd never fucked with a convention or anything else in her whole damn life... no idea what to make of you lot."
The_Guild	"The Guild's alright as a whole, I guess. 'Course, I'm a waiter, so what do I know, eh? But I've lived here all my life. I've been to other dimensions, sure, but it's just... wierd, having so little variety around you. I figure other dimensions must get pretty boring, living in them your whole life."
Do-N	"I hear that. I was stuck in the one dimension untill I was like 15 years old. That blew *goats*!"
The_Guild	"Yeah, see, that's what I mean! Seein' the same faces every day, how do you tell people apart? I'd think they all start blending together. Hell, even here the humans are so hard to tell apart."
Do-N	"It's not the people that grind you down... it's all their stupid little customs and rules and manners that are completely arbitrary and fake, but that they think are the most important thing in the whole damn world... and sometimes it is... makes for one sad fucking excuse for a world though."
The_Guild	"Dude... that IS the people. When it comes right down to it, the only way you escape it is findin' some Portrait and livin' out the rest of your days like a statue."
Do-N	[Do I have any idea what the hell he's on about? Can I grab any relevant knowledge?]
The_Guild	[No, it's too vague a grab.]
Do-N	"Portrait? You're losing me there... know all about actin' like a statue though... and about pissing people off by not doing it."
The_Guild	"What? Oh. A Portrait is a dimension with, like, such strict parameters that nobody can do anything, you just stand around in whatever way the dimension tells you to. Damn boring."
Do-N	"Never been to one, and lucky that. And it's impossible to break the rules? Sounds like a foul dump to me."
The_Guild	"They are. Some of them are supposed to be like works of art, but what good is takin' a peek if you can't beat off at the same time, eh?"
Do-N	"Heard that... never been one for works of art anyways: if it can't even move itself, how the hell is it supposed to move me, eh?... speaking of art that moves, any decent music clubs around here? any jam spaces? or is that all roadtrips?"
The_Guild	"Nah, there are rooms for that, little nooks and corners that the kids 'round here know. Actually, there's a party tonight in south storage, if you're interested."
Do-N	"Sounds alright, what kind of scene is it going to be?"
The_Guild	"I dunno. A bunch of us usually just hanging out and jamming."
Do-N	"I'll be there... you guys just play whatever strikes ya?"
The_Guild	"Yeah, mostly. Kinda heavy stuff. Depends what we're using that night. You want me to come meet you? "
Do-N	"I can do the heavy stuff... though I guess you get more kinds of heavy around here... yeah, hunt me down, or I'll find you guys... I'm gonna ramble around for a while and see what I can see... South Storage very big, or just walk in and I'll hear ya?"
The_Guild	"If you find South Storage, you'll find us. It's not that big." Gegon stands, looking over his shoulder. "I should get back to work. Good talkin' to ya, Do-N. See ya later."
Do-N	"Thanks for telling me what's what around here. I'll catch ya soon."
The_Guild	Gegon grins and waves, then walks away toward the door to the kitchen.