OOM: honeymoon in the Caribbean

[mightbeagoodone]

[Why would I stop loving you
a hundred years from now?
It's only time.
It's only time.

What could stop this beating heart
once it's made a vow?
It's only time.
It's only time.]

Or, in which there is a lot of talk, touch, food -- you know, honeymoon stuff.

Rated NSFW for Newlywed Shenanigans For the Win.]

Kobold Plot

[vyvyan]

The back door is slammed open and Vyvyan strides in.

He's not happy.

For one thing, this is the second time he's been robbed here in just a couple of months*. The second thing is that this time, they actually took something important. And thirdly, they also walked off with the studs off his face. Okay, so he was able to reset and they came back, but that's just taking the piss!

"LISTEN UP!" he yells to the bar at large. "I WANT MY STUFF BACK, NOW, OR SOMEONE IS GETTING THEIR TEETH KICKED IN!"


[*As far as he knows anyway. The first 'robber' turned out to be the AU version of himself, but he never did get to the bottom of that.]

Throwing a wrench in the Kobold Plot

[happy_kender]

There is a Kender sitting at a table trying to reorganize his pouches and pockets. There are a lot of things strewn on the floor in front of him. Some of them might be yours, most are not. Tass is having a lot of fun doing this. Every once in a while he picks up something from the piles to examine, then he puts it back into a specific pile. Eventually these small piles of objects will be put into specific pouches. He's not experienced in magic and may be placing some dangerous objects together.

The one thing he hasn't taken apart is is map case. That is lovingly stowed on his hip attached to his belt.

(OOC: He's a Kender and has a habit of acquiring things that aren't his. They are usually items that he finds aren't' being used by someone or well, he doesn't know how he got them. Feel free to find him with your stuff.)

Kobold Plot

[quick_clean_pure]

Every now and again, Graverobber needs to take inventory of his coat. Specifically, all of the contents of his outer pockets, inner pockets, the lining, and literally any other possible way items can be stashed inside of a single garment.

In fairness, it isn't like Graverobber has a house or apartment to keep all of his valuables. He lives in a dumpster in a public alleyway. The only way to keep track of his important shit is to carry it at all times, and the easiest way to do that is to shove everything in a heavy trenchcoat.

Still, it's a system that means he occasionally has to clear out space, so that's led him to be sitting in a back booth in the bar and taking stock of everything he's carting around. Doing it at the bar seems to be a safer idea than almost anywhere back home, so he figures he can get it taken care of over a hot spiced rum drink.

There is an amazing array of stuff all over the small table; his zydrate and cash has already been safely tucked back into his inner coat, but there newspaper pages, empty vials, and all sorts of assorted junk that he's deciding to sort out.

Also on the table: his zydrate gun, empty and shining on one side of the table, metallic and sorted off by itself.