Someone has been very quietly investigating.

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

There was no door where an overheard conversation or two said there was a door, at least not for him. There was a door where an overheard conversation or two said there was an area where one might go to enjoy the outdoors. Said outdoors consisted of a field, a lake, a forest, and a number of mountains in the distance. Other than the mountains, it reminded him a little of the trip he and Sebastien had taken to Scotland once though it was a little too temperate, in his opinion, to be an exact duplicate. He resolved to examine some of the flora and fauna to provide further information.

There were rooms upstairs, one of which he'd taken for the night and the foreseeable future. He'd been pleased to find that a bit of written communication had allowed the counter to extract payment from his accounts; it would cause the bankers no small amount of befuddlement and no doubt confuse even Sebastien, but he chose to withdraw his funds from where they sat and apply them to his balance here. Better safe than sorry and he might as well have access to his money, after all.

And so, some work done for the morning, Jack settled at the counter and ordered himself a hearty breakfast. Usually, he ate like a still-growing lad for all that he was no longer a teenager (whatever he looked like) but today he was just... ravenous. It was a bit queer, but Jack had enough adjusting to make that he wasn't about to start wondering about largely untroublesome questions.

[tinytag: Jack Priest]

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[immortalthief]

Amanda has been hiding, she has her reasons. But even she must eat and so she has come down and takes a seat at the bar. A sandwich and salad appear before her. She glances over and offers a friendly smile, "Good morning." she thinks it's morning.

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

It was, until a few minutes ago.

"Good day," he said with a cheerful expression.

The fact that she had her hair cut much like Abby Irene's didn't escape him, nor that what she wore was entirely inappropriate to his own previous time and place. Thankfully, Jack wasn't much for propriety at the best of the times anyway and so he was able to move along with relative ease on that score.

[immortalthief]

Amanda spends a few moments quietly eating her food and then remembered what few manners she has learned since arriving here and puts her fork down offering her hand, "I'm Amanda."

The hair cut looking like this other womans was not intentional and so she is oblivious.

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"Jack," he said. "Jack Priest. I regret I cannot give the lady my card."

[immortalthief]

"Your card?" she takes a couple of minutes to try to recall and then recalls such things mentioned in some books she has read.

"Oh, thank you. It's still nice to meet you."

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

The corners of his lips quirk up into a smile.

"And a pleasure to meet you."

[immortalthief]

She wonders, "Where and I suppose when are you from?"

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"Paris, of late, and the year is that of our lord 1903. May I ask the same of you, as it is a question I hadn't considered."

[immortalthief]

"I am from St. Anne's Abby. Year of the lord 849, I think 850 by now."

[ostro_goth]

Somebody with a great axe over his shoulder turns up beside him, and orders tea from the bar.

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

Sadly enough, considering some of the proclivities of some of the more eccentric members of the blood, Jack has seen stranger.

"Good day," he said with a bow of his head, deciding to be respectful if not forward. He did not wear his ring at the moment; it was in his room, something he would keep to himself until he figured out how things worked in this place.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja says, looking at the man -- boy -- beside him.

His tea materialises on the bar.

"You are new, one would assume?"

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"Greetings in return, sir," he said with another nod. "And I arrived last night for the first time and possibly the last, so I suppose I am 'new'."

[ostro_goth]

"Are you dead, then?" Teja asks.

It is an obvious thing to ask a new arrival, in this place.

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"I have reason to believe such is so," and a few other pieces of information which worry him, such as the sensation which assaulted him as he held Sebastien's ring.

"Is it so common a thing, and so plainly asked in this place?"

[ostro_goth]

"It is," Teja says. "Most men here are alive, but some are dead, indeed."

Pause.

"I am, also."

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"You are the first of my fellow citizens I have met, and somewhat comforting, I admit."

He wondered if the man had an increased appetite as well.

"Jack Priest," and he offered his hand. While it had escaped his notice (mostly because he had known himself so well that he'd scarcely thought to look), all three of the middle fingers on his hand were of the same length.

[killitwithfire]

Nearby, Axel's ordering his own breakfast - spicy, spicy chili, and hot pepper tea.

Chili? Is gooood.

"Hey," he says, in a rather friendly manner to the stranger next to him. He's in a good mood; no Demyx in the last couple days (he refuses to let that worry him), no Xemnas...

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"Good day," he said in between bites. He really was ridiculously hungry.

[killitwithfire]

"I haven't seen you around here before," he comments, settling onto a stool. "New?"

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"Extremely," he admitted. He knew that he was here for some time and you should always keep your lies to a minimum when you don't have a planned exit. As it was, he'd merely keep largely quiet as opposed to making anything out of whole cloth that he wasn't completely comfortable with.

"I came just last night."

[killitwithfire]

Axel nods.

"Right. So, anybody told you the rules yet?"

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome to repeat them," he said with a smile and a tip of his head.

"It's always best to get your information from two unrelated sources."

[killitwithfire]

Axel lips quirk upwards.

"There're three basic rules around here," he says. "No violence - which doesn't exactly apply outside; no outside business, and no sex or nudity in the bar. Got it memorised?"

[alittle-priest.livejournal.com]

He chuckled merrily.

"Oh goodness, is that all? I should think that would be considered basic rules of conduct."

His eyes wandered toward the door to the back.

"But you mention that there is violence allowed outside. Does it happen so often that an arena is necessary for such?"