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March 26, 2003
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Looking Glass Bar..
Yosannah is obviously startled as
evidenced by her gaze. She doesn't step away from his grasp right
away.
Jurt remarks, "I haven't been here in
half-an-age." drawing her towards a table. He notes, "The mushroom is
comfy."
Yosannah allows herself to be drawn.
Without turning her head, her eyes look out their corners at the
peculiararities about the room, "Uhh. Mushroom, sure."
Jurt helps her to a toadstool, and then
sits himself, calling, "Barkeep. A b--err, a glass of wine. Something
green." He explains, "I figured we could stick with the nature theme,
if that's what you dig."
Yosannah leans toward him, "Where the
hell are we." She whispers as if wanting to avoid offending
anyone.
Jurt ehs? "You've never heard of
wonderland? White rabbit, Cheshire cat, and all that?" He assures,
"It's perfectly innocuous, I promise."
Yosannah says "Sure." She nods matter of
factly, "Okay, well then. Let's get right down to it. Where ya
from?"
Jurt says "A direct girl - I like that."
He answers, "Chaos. Sawall, specifically. You?" He pours two glasses
of wine.
Yosannah says "Elbridge. I have friends
from there." She nods, "From Sawall. Small small world." She notes
the wine, "Thank you."
Jurt checks, "Is it? I don't recall any
Elbridges on Sawall territory."
Yosannah waves her hand dismissively, "No
no no. I'm from Elbridge, but I have friends from Sawall."
Jurt gets interested, ignoring his wine.
"Cool, like who?"
Yosannah says "Uhhhs," She sips her wine,
"Corey and Dez." She nods matter of factly. "Hmm... who else. I have
a hard time keeping houses and people straight..." She snaps her
fingers, "And Edwin. I think Edwin."
Jurt mmms, a nod of approval, on the slow
side. "Yeah we're all a big happy family." He suggests, "Write stuff
down, when nobody is looking. That's what I do." He notes, "Edwin -
Good kid. Shame I haven't seen him around since I came
home."
Yosannah says "Last time I saw him was in
Kashfa. Or maybe it was the bar. " She shrugs her shoulders,
"Whatever."
Jurt asks, "So... well...Got any
family?"
Yosannah regards him curiously as she
answers, "Not anymore. Parents passed..." And then, "Are you bored?
Or maybe you're just not quite good with conversation."
Jurt reports, "I'm a master of the art of
conversation, among other things. But when I wanna know if you have
any family, that's pretty much what I'm gonna say. No need for
dancing. You know my family, after all."
Yosannah leans toward him, resting an
elbow on the table, "My point -is- I don't think you give one goddamn
whether I have a family or not. See." She smiles. It's obvioysly
feigned.
Jurt snorts, leaning back. A swallow of
the wine, now. "That's crazy talk. I mean hell, if we ever got in a
fight, it'd be damned good to know if I should expect some pissed of
brothers to come hunting my ass."
Yosannah considers him, quietly for a
moment. A smile begins to play upon her lips before a laugh errupts,
"A fight? Good lord, man. What do I look like?" She adds, "And I'm a
woman for Christ's sake."
Jurt remarks cooly, "/Obviously/ you've
never witnessed the wrath of a woman scorned. I have
scars."
Yosannah heh's as she lifts her glass to
her lips, it sits there for a moment, "On your poor little heart, I'm
sure."
Jurt is mixed, two replies coming out of
his throat simultaneously, colliding, and resulting in a cough. A sip
of water to wash them both back down.
Yosannah teases, nodding as if serious,
"Take your time. Slow now, it'll come to you."
Jurt shrugs the difficulty off. "To
undigress, only a fool takes women any less
seriously than men."
Jurt adds, "Truly." He sounds genuine,
for once.
Yosannah appears as if she might joke
again but pauses to reflect the sudden change in tennor of the
conversation, "Hmmm. Okay." She exhales and begins again, "No. No
immediate family. I suspect my parents would have liked to have a
large family, but they passed when I was very little." She adds, "And
if you're waiting for the line where I indicate that I only recently
realized that my true parents are Chaosian and my ultimate goal is to
grasp the power of the logrus... don't hold your breath."
Jurt offers, "Sorry about your parents."
A small smile. "That's a relief though, about being Chaosian. That
story is so cliche, even if because it's so common. And Logrus ain't
so hot, anyway."
Yosannah obviously appreciates the
sentiment. She chuckles, "Oh? I've seen some folks do some pretty
cool stuff with it."
Jurt bahs. "You ever see them touch an
Amberite with it? Man, you can smell the shocking from the other side
of Ygg."
Yosannah shakes her head, "Oh, no. That's
not what I'm talking about. What I'm talking about is..." She
considers, "Well, I was with my friend Corey one time, and we were
out of cream for our coffee. Gave him a moment and," she snaps her
fingers, "instant heavy cream. -That's- what I'm talking
about."
Jurt rolls his eyes. "Ah man, what a
hack."
Yosannah blinks at him, "What? I mean,
-I- can't do that."\
Jurt states, "Define instant. One second?
Two seconds?"
Yosannah sighs as she considers, "Well,
more then two seconds. But it sure is faster then having to run down
to the A & P."
Jurt pulls up his right sleeve, flexes
his hand, and concentrates. There is subtle coloring about his eyes,
something more than just static deep green. One... two... three...
Yank! A shimmer of green, blue, and yellow, and there is a can of
beer in his hand. Jurt hahs. "What was that, like two
seconds."
Yosannah nods, "That's impressive." She
is very serious, "You don't think so? Though, it was more like three
of four seconds, if you must know."
Jurt leaves his wine glass on the table
and cracks up the can. "No, I agree, it's very impressive. Anyway,
Logrus does what it does, but it's a laymen's tool."
Yosannah motions to her empty glass and
asks him, "Can I get another glass..." And then, "What do you mean?
Laymen's tool."
Jurt ohs, remiss. Grabs the bottle,
"Sure." Fills you near the brim. Drinks from his beer second. "I
mean, it's for the plebs. For Chaosians, the "Serpent's Gift"
<finger quote> is more like a status symbol than some powerful
source of... well, power. A rite of passage."
Yosannah lifts the glass slowly to her
lips in an effort not to spill a drop, "Oh. I didn't realize there
was anything for your 'sort' beyond logrus, actually. That's mildly
interesting."
Jurt echoes, "Mildly. Aren't /we/ hard to
please." teasing.
Yosannah offers, "Yeah," she drawls,
lingering on the word. "So. You married, Jurt?"
Jurt holds up his left hand. "Of course,
don't you see - crap!" He squints at his ring finger. Alarmed. "Where
the hell is my wedding ring?!" He twists, looking down at the floor
under the table, eyes wide.
Yosannah smiles, a dry laugh escapes her
lips and she is forced to cover her mouth with her hand. "Seriously?
You lost it. Really..?" She looks on the floor as well, "You're
kidding..."
Jurt relaxes, "Oh yeah, that's right,
it's still sitting at the diamond store waiting to be picked up by
some engaged slob." Sits up, confirming, "Kidding, yeah. No
wifie."
Yosannah hrrms, "We were having a
thoughtful conversation... I'm realizing it's going to be hard to
keep up with your attempts at humor."
Jurt corrects, "Don't be coy, I heard you
laugh."
Yosannah admits, "Yeah, I was laughing
because of notion that you actually lost your wedding band. Not
because I thought you were trying to... Oh, forget it."
Jurt agrees, sobering, "Consider it
forgotten. Same result in the end, anyway, you now know I'm not
married." He retorts, "Are you?"
Yosannah swallows - at nothing as she
hadn't sipped any wine, "No. I was engaged for a long while." She
ends as if this should suffice.
Jurt confides, "Yeah I tried that too." A
vague gesture. "Chalk it up to the old learning... uh. Man, what's
that saying again?"
Yosannah shrugs lightly, not knowing what
he might be getting at.
Jurt says "Ah well."