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[poins]

There is a new(ish) wench inside the bar
Tonight, that's not been seen
Before within this space, and likely
Will not be seen again too soon.

Ned Poins hath known the favour of a god
Upon a feast that suits for suchlike things
And waits to see the outcome of his trick.

Also, fieryTrigon is signed on,
As Poins has not yet found out how
The thing is turned off.-



[[OOC: Thread where Poins is changed still in progress, but I promise we will get there!]]

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[imitatethesun]

Well. Hal sees her.

This much is obvious by the way he's looking her up and down; good for him he is dressed cleanly today and carries a small book. He's in the process of carving a small pocket into the pages to be able to carry the T-Minus device Poins told him about.

[poins]

She smiles at him and sayeth not a word -- as yet!

[imitatethesun]

He nods back, curious; she much resembles Poins, and he has never met the man's sister.

"Good even," he says, cautiously but not timidly.

[poins]

"Good even, noble sir," she says, he voice quite meek, and with the smallest simper.

It might be shyness, or mere artifice.

[imitatethesun]

"Hal," he corrects, unused to being treated quite so much like porcelain as people have done here. He finds he much prefers Poins' honesty.

"And thy name?"

[poins]

Erm.

"Tis Nell, good - Hal," she says, trying to speak not boldly, but not simpering, either.

Ned. Nell. Tis close enough to not confuse him.

[imitatethesun]

"Nell?" he questions. "And thy surname?"

He will be laughing hysterically if this is Ned's sister.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine may not always have her eye on the profit margin - or, rather, ever have her eye on the profit margin - but she's nearly always on the look-out for opportunities to expand her customer base.

"Hello," she smiles at the unfamiliar woman. The stranger doesn't look as though she's a newcomer to the bar, but she's not familiar to Sunshine, so the baker offers, "Care to try a cinnamon roll?"

Sunshine has been in the kitchen with the ovens going, today, so she's in jeans and a t-shirt that doesn't quite cover all of her scars. The most recent bruises and scrapes are mostly healed.

[poins]

"I mind not if I do, indeed!"

She smiles and simpers, for such will wenches do. Will they not?

[sunbaked_baker]

The simpering, Rae can't help it, causes her to raise her eyebrows slightly. That's... just a bit weird. It reminds Rae uncomfortably of the time when the strange flu infecting the bar made her believe she was some ingratiating starlet from the 1930s.

"Sure," Rae says, offering a large cinnamon roll on a plate, with napkin and fork in case they're necessary, to the woman. "They were baked just earlier this afternoon, so enjoy."

[poins]

"I thank thee very much indeed, dear lady," the girl says, sounding shy and meek.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Um, you're welcome." Sunshine isn't used to meek people. It's kind of worrisome. "Not to pry or anything, but are you all right? I mean, you're not new here, are you? Milliways can be kind of overwhelming at first, when you're not expecting it."

[poins]

She takes a bite of cinnamon roll and is fair overcome with her delight.

"I've seen this place before," she says, taking another hungry bite.

slowtimed, but had to

[lt_blade]

It's just past Mardi Gras where Sonya's from, but when she appears in bar for a quick bite and gets a slice of king cake instead (no baby jesus doll), well, she's not about to call back fresh baked goods regardless of the holiday.

She does, however, give a double take at the young woman who enters, her face is familiar, but for the love of her she can't say why.

[poins]

"Good even," says she wench, and smiles at Sonya. "How dost thou fare in this fine, cheerful night?"

[lt_blade]

"It goes okay." She deliberately keeps the answer vague-not everyone wants to hear about her duties in the army.

The cake was surprisingly good-last time she had to make due with stale cake that tasted little better than bread stick dough covered with icing.

She still can't help studying the woman. "Have we met..I swear you look familar somehow."

Bluntness..that was her middle name.

[poins]

"Wouldst thou think so, then?" she asks. "Mayhap you met my brother?"

[lt_blade]

"Maybe." She still sounded a little wary, but then she herself didn't talk much of her family here. "What's his name?"

Certainly she and her own brother shared a fair semblance to eachother-before he was killed of course.

[poins]

"Ned Poins," she says, now smiling much like a fearsome fish that scents its prey.

Late tag is late. <3

[herr_bookman]

Autor is in his customary spot at the piano, sipping some tea and struggling with a particular passage in his Tarot book.

Eventually, he stretches and retrieves his T-Minus.

heirDrosselmeyer (Autor) signed on.

heirDrosselmeyer started trolling fieryTrigon

HD: How now, fellow?
HD: Have you found any model to build mischief on?*


*Much Ado About Nothing--adapted

[poins]

The device starts to chime in the new wench's pocket, and she takes it out to read the message, used already to its uses.

[herr_bookman]

Autor perks up at the chime.

HD: These devices are quite popular!
HD: How easy would it be to plan a trick
HD: Especially on Falstaff or the sweet prince?

He's starting to think his friend might not be on, so he sets it aside.

[poins]

The wench starts typing.


FT: The prince doth have his own, I gave him
FT: The thing and the short talk that comes with it
FT: When thou receivedst thine. He is
FT: Called equivocalSovereign by his tag!

[herr_bookman]

HD: And in royal purple, no less!
HD: That name suits him
HD: King of broken hearts that he is
HD: With Falstaff as the jack of spades
HD: And you the ephemeral joker.

[poins]

FT: We are the Trigon of my tag, it seems,
FT: And set ablaze the fates and almanacs
FT: That tell the future to a lesser man.