First emergence

[wit_and_sword]

A young woman, dressed in what looked to be 'regency styled kung-fu robes, emerged through the door, the entrance way behind her showing what could be an underground cellar, wide and supported by stone and wood frames. The bottom corner of her lip is bloody showing signs of a bruise, though at the moment it's hidden from the handkerchief being used to staunch the blood. Almost immediately, the condition of her face was forgotten in favor of her current location.

Perhaps Lydia struck her harder than she thought?

"Papa..." Her accent is light british as she tries to find the older man. "Since when has a tavern been part of the property?" The nearest pub was four miles from home.

She turned around. The cellar was still there, but it seemed none of her sisters remarked on this strange sighting.







[Tiny tag: Elizabeth Bennet (PPZ)]

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[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber’s just chilling at the bar, not paying a whole lot of attention to anything until he spits a girl clearly holding a bloody handkerchief to her face.

“Whoa, you okay there?”

[wit_and_sword]

She turned towards the voice. This entire place was full of strange people, but she wasn't about to let her guard down. "I will be, Lydia just took a lucky shot."

The girl had skill when she was focused enough, even she had to see that. Elizabeth just wished she wasn't so silly in the bargain.

"What exactly is this place?"

[quick_clean_pure]

Well, if the girl wasn't that worried about her bleeding face, he wasn't gonna fuss. She seemed to have a handle on it, at any rate.

"It's a bar," he says. "A very, very weird bar, but a pretty harmless one for all its strangeness. People tell me it's the bar at the end of the universe, for whatever that means."

[wit_and_sword]

Carefully, she took a step forward, towards one of the tables. The place seemed real, but even if he was telling the truth, she wasn't about to let her guard down just on his say so.

"Whatever that means," She repeated, still unsure herself.

Something caught her eye and she turned with a start at the large rodents walking around the tables. "Are those...rats?"

Of course, the risk of a rodent problem happened on occasion back home (she'd been compelled to check for Zombies while traveling), which was why more than a few tavern and shop keepers kept cats on the premise. Yet these were clearly too large to be fearful of any mousers.

[quick_clean_pure]

"Oh, them? Yeah, they're rats," he says, forgetting that most people would find rats scurrying around to be unwelcome. "But they're supposed to be here -- they're actually pretty helpful. If you ask one of them for something, they'll bring it to you."

As if to demonstrate, he asks one of the rats for a pad of paper. Sure enough, the rate scurries off and returns quickly, pad in hand.

[wit_and_sword]

Her thoughts went in several different directions at once as he spoke. To be anywhere but home in her state, let alone speaking with a stranger, was hardly seemly-even if he hardly looked proper to begin with. On the other hand, a sit down seemed just what she needed it.

Still wary, she joined him at the bar, and asked for a cold compress. The cut on her lip may have not been serious, but she could feel a bruise forming, and she felt it to her credit that she did not jump when the rat gave her a pack of something blue and cold to the touch.

Not entirely was she was expecting (didn't even know what it was), but the purpose served well enough.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber lets her sit and get herself settled enough to press the compress to her face -- arriving at the bar is already weird enough, he imagines doing it while bleeding's even weirder.

"If it's your first time at the bar, it really is pretty harmless," he says. "It'll serve you whatever drink you want and it's always ready to help, and most of the people here and pretty friendly."

[wit_and_sword]

"And the other half do not offer much trouble?" She noticed he said most; that probably went without saying, of course, but she did wish to know if there were any she needed to keep an eye out for.

"I do not suppose 'it' will provide a fresh change of clothes?" She supposed there were rooms above, if this was like other taverns (rats and magic aside), but she was also sweaty and needed a chance out of her sparing gown.

[quick_clean_pure]

"Mostly, yeah," he says. "I mean, there's three rules of the place -- no violence, no nudity, no grudges. From what I've seen, security cracks down hard and fast on anyone breaking those, so I've never seen anything too bad go down."

At that second part, he pauses and shrugs. "...to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure," he says, thinking it over. "I've never asked the bar for clothes before." Because why ask for new clothes when you have exactly one outfit and it suits all your needs.

[runningred]

There's a muscular and rather scarred guy in his early twenties coming out of the gym. He wraps a towel around his neck, and smiles to her. "Hey. You doing already?"

[wit_and_sword]

By now, Elizabeth only just allowed herself to relax within the confines of the tavern when she saw a half dressed man enter from another part of the bar. Having trained in the Shaolin, she had of course seen men in such a state before, but that did not mean she could just completely ignore it.

"Doing?" She quickly averted her eyes.

[runningred]

"Are you alright?" he asks, a little more gently, reaching for a shirt and pulling it on. "First time in Milliways?"


{ooc: sorry, that should have been 'alright'not 'already'. My bad!}

[wit_and_sword]

She felt herself breath a little easier when he put on a shirt. "Oh, yes. My sister simply landed a lucky shot." And she was at fault for not ducking anyway. "And yes, it is."

Atleast, she knew what this place was by now.

[runningred]

"So I take it you've had the welcome speech?" he smiles, cracking a bottle of water. "I'm Jay, by the way."

[wit_and_sword]

"Elizabeth," He gave no last name, so she returned hers the same way. "I have had the speech, and things explained to me. "I do not suppose this place also provides a fresh change of clothes and a place to change into some clean clothes?"

She had no money to rent a room at the moment.

[runningred]

"There's a big common bathroom just through there." he pointa, tapping the bar lightly. "Bar, can you help the lady out? Put it on my tab."

[cassiefuckingcage]

[[OOC: Thread reposted from Back Room.]]

[wit_and_sword]

"There isn't." She answered. "Most of such talk is from the older generation. Perhaps they recall a time before the dreaded plague. I do recall stories of how young men from great families took the rank of officer as a sort of inheritance, but now is is seen as a last resort, for men who are as like to not inherit much else when they come of age."

It was just yet another example of how people wished things were, versus the reality. Her father made such thoughts known to all of them, but Elizabeth was the only one who vocally shared them-second to Mary, however she kept such thoughts to herself.