Sacretio: Generic Tavern Scene!

[CCC]

"Oooh, yes." says Dave, brightly. "I could do that."

He reaches one hand up to the pendant around his neck (which looks like a piece of cheap fake jewellery), closes his eyes, and imagines the shadows from under the stairwell gathering, drawing up, reshaping themselves into the shape of a large, black, shadowy and slightly translucent dragon, looming over Bruce. (He tries to make sure it doesn't loom too close to the lights).

[Skitzophrenik]

Killthrust leans back to appraise the visual better. He nods in approval.

"Metal."

[FreakyBoy]

"****ing Metal," agrees Bruce.

He makes an executive decision: "You're our new stage manager, guy."

[Skitzophrenik]

Killthrust smacks the guy on the back cheerfully, grabs his mug, and looks in it.

"What do ya got there guy, blood? Yo Smaug, another blood for this guy!"

Killthrust slams his mug against Dave's new mug of blood, sloshing it on Dave.

"Welcome to the firm!"

[CCC]

Dave is completely blindsided by this decision. "Wait, what?" As he loses concentration, the shadows flee back into their dark corner of the room. He doesn't even notice the blood that gets sloshed on him.

That he would meet the famous band that he'd heard so much of was surprising enough. No-one back home would have believed even that much. That they'd then hire him on as stage manager - Dave himself didn't believe that, not yet.

[weatherwax]

Elaine isn't so interested in the young vampire Achieving his Dreams (TM), and rolls her eyes at his young stuttering. She takes a sip of her drink.

"Okay, kitty, what's your story?" she calls to the exiting cat (hopefully she caught him before he exited the building) "I saw you eyeing my lute. Takes someone special to see greatness."

She laughs.

"Smaug, can I have a saucer of something for the cat? Anything he asks for."

[Skitzophrenik]

"Whisky. Cats love whisky. Dunno why."

Killthrust keeps taking other people's drinks, and no one is saying anything.

[Warbeard]

Elaine isn't so interested in the young vampire Achieving his Dreams (TM), and rolls her eyes at his young stuttering. She takes a sip of her drink.

"Okay, kitty, what's your story?" she calls to the exiting cat (hopefully she caught him before he exited the building) "I saw you eyeing my lute. Takes someone special to see greatness."

She laughs.

"Smaug, can I have a saucer of something for the cat? Anything he asks for."

The cat pauses its journey to the door at the lady's call and turns its head in her direction, its emerald eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness of the bar. Without a sound, it walks back to where she's sitting and jumps up to one of the bar seats. "I am Nergil Philemones Siegfried Allabectus Renhalde," he says bowing politely, before sitting on his haunches. "Sig, for short. I am the familiar of Harold the Hapless, or at least I was, until his recent portal mishap.
I apologize if I gave offense inspecting your lute, I was merely curious. The instrument is beautifully crafted, though I must admit I lack the knowledge to judge its true worth. Your demonstration certainly spoke volumes for its capabilities and your own."

Smaug, apparently taking Killthrust's suggestion to heart, lays a saucer of whiskey on the bar next to the cat. A quiet clink of metal chimes out as a coin, of sufficient denomination to pay for the cat's drink, drops onto the bar and is swiftly collected by the barkeep.

[CCC]

The vampire, having just achieved something he'd never dreamed possible, sits down suddenly on one of the barstools and takes a swig of his blood. He pinches himself to make sure he's not dreaming.

...what exactly does a stage manager do, anyway? There's probably a bit more to it that just special effects...

[weatherwax]

"Well, I'm glad you can pick out a thing of beauty," Elaine said. "I'm proud of Moloch. Bruce will treat him well, I'm sure of it. Won't bust it over anyone's head, cause it's one of a kind. At least he better not." Elaine glows just a tad before shaking her head and smiling at Sig. "The combat luting is something I picked up a while ago. Nothing too special, really."

She smiles a secretive smile.

"Anyway, I'm always pleased to meet a cat. Very sensible people, cats, even the less sentient among your number. Heard about Harry's disappearance. Never could understand the whole search for the God Dimension Thing. Seems a waste of time to me when there's plenty going on around here!"

[Skitzophrenik]

"Cats is good wif chips, too."

Killthrust adds.

[Warbeard]

"Cats is good wif chips, too."

Killthrust adds.

"Well, yes," Sig agrees, "though my erstwhile 'master' was rather anti-gambling, something about portals being enough of a gamble."

[FreakyBoy]

"He meant the sort of chips you get with fish," Bruce explains, taking a seat at the bar.

"Hey Smaug, get me some chips!"

[weatherwax]

"Yes, yes, we all know cat is delicious," Elaine says, waving a scarlett hand in dismissal. "Present company excluded, of course. So what are you up to now that Harry's gone poof? Familiars typically inherit from their mast --" She catches herself before making a dreadful cat faux pas. "Er, servants, right?"


"Can't imagine a cat trying to puncture the dimensional barrior! Shove over, Brucie, let me have some of those chips."

[Warbeard]

Sig considers Elaine's question for a moment, then says, "I have no plans for the present. I am, indeed, comfortable at the moment, though I do find myself looking for something to occupy my free time.
I definitely agree that the idea of searching out some 'God Dimension' is a waste of time, however I find I miss the entertainment of watching Harold blunder his way through predicament after predicament on his adventures."