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October 29, 2002 |
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World's End Bar...
Scordis enters the bar.
Yosannah glances over her shoulder at Scordis, "Well, look what the Cat brought in." She smirks.
Scordis heads for the bar. "No points for originality."
Yosannah waves a hand, flippantly, in Scordis' direction, "Pshh. Since when was I obligated to impress you with my witty banter? You and I are obligated to get along. It's in the rules."
Dutarne remains quiet, sipping from his cup, expression distant and somewhat somber.
Scordis says "Go back and read Chapter Sixty-Eight, Paragraph Nineteen."
Yosannah rolls her eyes, "I must have missed that lesson, apparently. What are you doing here?"
Scordis says "Looking to make a collection."
Yosannah raises a brow, "A collection?"
Scordis says "Someone owes me something."
Yosannah looks around the bar, "Well, you obviously aren't talking about me..." She glances at Dutarne expectantly.
Dutarne blinks, looking up and over at Scordis. His expression is faintly amused. "All of my debts are paid in full" he notes a faint tinge of self-mocking in his tone.
Scordis says "No, the person I'm waiting for isn't here yet."
Yosannah leans back in her stool, "And this person is just going to walk in here and hand over ... what, exactly?"
Scordis says "If they don't, I get to slap them and burn down their village."
Yosannah humphs, "You always get the good work."
Dutarne lifts his eyes upward for a moment, and then turns his attention back to his cup, facing the back of the bar once again.
Scordis says "All you have to do is stir the pot. Things float to the surface to keep you busy."
She mumbles, "Good point."
Scordis asks the other fellow at the bar, "Where are you from, good sir?"
Yosannah turns and regards Dutarne.
Dutarne regards Scordis over the rim of his cup. "Originally?" he muses. "A shadow called Dreksholm." He gestures with one hand idly. "Off that way somewhere. Never could find my way back. But then, I don't have my mother's curse, so I doubt I'd ever be successful."
Scordis says "I meant more at the moment. Where do you hang your hat these days?" Scordis nods to Yossanah. "See? Here is opportunity right here." He turns back to Dutarne, "Have you ever been vaccinated against Ebola?"
Yosannah laughs. Loudly.
Dutarne regards Scordis with some amusement. "Goodness" he notes, "didn't they cure that in the middle ages? Don't tell me you're still trying to use that as a biological agent!"
Yosannah laughs again.
Scordis shrugs. "Well, you get the idea. It's your specialty, not mine."
Dutarne glances at Yosannah. "Professional plague bearer?" he asks wryly.
Yosannah winks at Dutarne. To Scordis she adds, "Yes. I get your point. But why would I want to draw any more unwanted attention to us... or to me."
Scordis says "Amber is too weak to be a serious threat. It's always best to kick an opponent while he's down."
Yosannah glances around Scordis and at Dutarne for a moment. She then looks back at Scordis, "He's an Amberite? They all look alike to me around here. 'Sides," She adds after a brief thought, "He seems like a nice guy."
Dutarne sighs, shaking his head. "It's a sad state of affairs when your own propaganda machines work so effectively" he murmurs, expression still amused.
Yosannah laughs at Dutarne's comment.
Scordis says "It's where he's going that matters. Origin is a secondary interest."
Yosannah raises a brow, "Oh?"
Scordis says "If he's going to spread a plague, it'll end up where he's going, not where he came from. Unless you've managed to come up with something utterly bizarre."
Yosannah holds her hands out before her and wiggles her fingers, "You know me, utterly bizarre."
Scordis says, "You have to keep your hand in, after all." He waves at the barkeep. "A Rathorne Red #8 and an ashtray."
Dutarne takes a drink from his cup, expression still amused. "I should warn you" he says dryly, "I'm remarkably resistant to diseases and I have a certain natural proclivity for removing them from my system. I doubt even the truely bizarre would have much effect on me."
She smirks, "Pish Posh. Anyway, as tempting as your offer may sound, I must, sadly, decline. I've never been as flippant about what I am as you three it seems." She climbs off her stool.
Dutarne watches her get off her stool. "Um" he says, "nice meeting you." He sips from his cup, expression still faintly amused.
Scordis says "Just don't neglect your responsiblities."
Yosannah smiles lightly at Dutarne, "Take care." She turns to Scordis, "How can I? You won't let me forget. I'll catch up with you later." She reaches into her pocket...
Later, in the Gideon Club Study...
Yosannah enters the study all in a huff.
Damen offers, "Was I interrupting? I can find entertainment elsewhere."
Ryker offers to Mora, calm, "Maturity means not gossiping like a school girl."
Ryker shakes his head at Damen, them turns his violet squint on Yosannah.
Yosannah stops in her tracks, "Dont' give me that look, Ryker. I live here."
Damen nods and looks to Yosannah with a smile. "Ah, my better half."
Mora seems amused, "Is that what we were doing? You have become serisouly involved with two people I frequently interact with. Instead of going by heresay, I thought I might approach you on the matter."
Yosannah smiles as she notices Damen is in the room. She hops once as she heads in his direction. "He'Looo."
Ryker remarks, "I'm in here ten minutes and swarmed already. I could slum in the Church of Chaos if I wanted this much attention."
Damen grins, "Because the thought of just minding one's business in other people's lives is completely foriegn to people these days." Damen turns and blows a kiss to Yosannah. "Hello yourself."
Ryker ignores Yo expertly, returning his attention to Mora.
Yosannah smiles at Damen and then turns her attention to Ryker, "What's up your ass, Ryker."
Mora comments to Damen, "That is exactly what I am doing: minding my business."
"Chaosians." Ryker takes a breath, generous lips twist. "Which House are you with again, Mora?"
Mora says "Duvalier these days."
Ryker echoes, "These days." A look to Damen, like he would know. "Is it common to jump Houses in the Courts?"
Mora shakes her head, "I am with Duvalier because of debts owed by my birth House. It is a matter of honor."
Damen shrugs nonchalantly. "Depends how quick one is to swear fealty. I've sworn it a dozen times myself....but I always crossed my fingers. Care for a drink?"
Yosannah chuckles at Damen. "Drink? Can I just have some water or something."
Damen nods, "Party party girl." He turns to put some ice in a glass."
Mora says "I recommended Scott to House Jesamine. The Marquis needed a sorceror, and Scott had no link to the courts. He did not make me aware of any prior allegiances."
Ryker quips, "Honor. Now you sound like a Thanlis."
Mora raises an eyebrow, "And you believe they are the only ones with honor?"
Ryker explains, ever casual, "They're the only ones, recently at least, to attempt rubbing my face in the word."
Mora frowns, "Dreltar? Or someone else?"
Ryker states, "I'm remiss though. Very unfair of me to hold Thanlis up to Dreltar's standards. Yes."
Yosannah leans over to Damen and whispers, "What's a Thanlis?"
Damen responds in a muted whisper. "I think it's a fungus." He then offers her the water.
Yosannah takes the glass and nods, "Ahh." She then glares at Damen, she seems to be reconsidering his answer.
Later still....
Yosannah stares at the image of Stone...
To the image of Stone, Yosannah says "Hey"
The image of Stone glances up from his room. He says, "Hay is for horses, not for turkeys. I heard that somewhere."
To the image of Stone, Yosannah says "You're an idiot. What are you doing?"
The image of Stone says "Being an idiot. In Amber City. With Desdinova and his coterie gone they had a shortage so I figured I'd come up here and do my part."
To the image of Stone, Yosannah says "Are you alone?"
The image of Stone says "Yep. Though usually people only ask me that when they want to kidnap me, shoot me, or otherwise do foolish things."
To the image of Stone, Yosannah smirks, "Believe me, you're not worth any of that. Can you pull me through?"
The image of Stone offers to pull her through. She grasps Stone's hand and ...
Stone's Room - Castle Amber...
Yosannah studies Stone for a moment and then glances around the room.
Stone says "Welcome to chez Stone, Castle Amber." Stone looks at the wound on her neck, "Rough sex?" he asks.
Yosannah reaches up to her neck with her hand. She smirks at Stone, "You so smart to have guessed."
Stone nods, "I'm just blessed that way." He then asks, "So, how've things been with you? Still with that no account partner of mine?"
Yosannah nods, "Of course. Why would you think otherwise." She snaps her fingers, "Oh, that's right. You're still pining over me. How cute."
Stone nods, "Cute is something I'm blessed with too. Ask anybody."
Yosannah rolls her eyes. "What are you doing here? Are we really in Amber?"
Stone nods, "We really are. Shall I summon the palace guard and ask them to arrest you?"
Yosannah crosses her arms, "What on earth for?"
"To prove it to you"
"Not needed."
Stone grins, "Wonderful. So as to what we're doing here, I'm parleying my charm and personality into personal gain. You're here apparently because I crossed your mind."
Yosannah bites at her lower lip. "So, maybe I was thinking about you today. I was chat'n with Ryker, Damen and... what's her face in the club... Damnit. What is her name." She considers, "Ah, Mora. Anyway. I thought about how little we see if you lately."
Stone nods, "I actually haven't been back in the Club in a while, that's true. Nash told me I need to get out more too."
Yosannah frowns, "Nash? Who the hell is Nash? I mean, I know who Nash is, but who cares what he thinks about such things?"
Stone smirks, "I'm just tossing him out as an example. He did agree with you, you know. Usually people like it when that happens."
Yosannah shrugs, "What are you *doing* here. Are you screwing around with these people the way you did with those idiots in Chaos?"
Stone grins, "Um. No. Don't be silly. What a ridiculous idea. I'm fucking around with them in totally different way. An artist never sculpts the same masterpiece twice, right?"
"And you fancy yourself an artist? That's the problem with you. You're almost certainly in way over your head."
Stone waves dimissively, "Bah. No such thing. I have a long neck."
"All the better for your beheading, don't you think? You're last 'masterpiece' didn't turn out so well if I recall."
Stone says "It turned out great. Got me here didn't it?"
Yosannah shrugs. "Huh. I guess I just figured your love affair with Alayne got you here." Her tone drips with sarcasm.
Stone smirks, "Very funny. I don't sleep my way to the top. I'm not that good in bed, I wouldn't get too far."
"If you say so. I remember differently." And then, "What's up with she and you, by the way. The last time we talked about it, you were rather evasive -as per the usual."
Stone snickers and then shrugs, "We're no longer an item. I am, at the moment, itemless in fact. And no that's neither hint nor offer. So don't get your hopes up."
Yosannah raises a brow, "Pahlease. You really are full of yourself. So, You called it off? Or did she dump your ass?"
Stone says "Bit of both? Anyway, it's all water under the bridge."
"Yeah, well, watch your ass. You know what they say about a woman scorned and all that shit."
Stone nods, "My ass is watched all the time."
"I don't doubt it." She fidgets her weight from one leg to the other, "Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something else, actually, but I gottah run. Try making yourself more available on the homefront, you know."
Stone nods, "Okay ... we'll talk about it later then?"
Yosannah nods as she fishes around in her pocket, "Uh, yeah. Catch ya later..."