Zephyr Bacchinnal - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
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Date
25/9/2021
Log
It is a fine day in the beginning of Autumn. Not too hot and not too cold and the sun is shining on Fairhaven. There is a bit of a gathering here. A number of people, mutants and otherwise are gathered in the Zephyr parking lot where a satyr, obviously drunk beyond any reasonable limits, is handing out togas, laurel crowns, and most importantly, wine. "Step right up!" he slurs, "Gotta, *erp* gotta have yer toga! S'important. Fer dresses. Code dresses. 'Er sommat." He sways a bit on his feet, but continues to pass out robes. "An' I'm gonna need some volum- vlmun- some people who wanna do somethin' extra."
Vetu would land in the area, proud and green, but now wet behind his earholes. He is a large quadrupedal dragon with his son, Sakhu, water dragon as his entourage. After a brief look over the area he moves on to the speaking creature and asks "good sir, do you have togas in dragon sizes? I'd like two. Oh and I'm here for that extra work. We both are."
Gliding down to the ground, Melinda lands a good two or three buildings length away, walking on foot the rest of the way. When she gets closer towards other people, she starts to undo her combat gauntlets and smiles at those present, her wings folding in against herself. Stepping over towards the satyr, she has an amused look on her face as she takes up a toga and looks it over, stepping out of the way after. "Extra work, you say?"
Hreit is alone. Just alone. Trudging along, a note in her hand, seeing a gathering as she sort of expected. Shovel at her back and ears stood tall as she flicks one ear. A distinct 'ping' noise set about announcing her arrival. Finally approaching she raises a hand, stating a follow up of. "Just one here. I got the invitation." After the large dragon asked for two.
The Satyr, Richard grins and waves Vetu, Hreit, and Melinda over. "I got all the sizes!" he slurs, leaning in conspiratorially and hissing a loud stage whisper, "S'just a buncha bed sheets, really! SHH! Don't tell." He hands over some mostly clean sheets to Vetu and his kid, then to the others. "Yup!" he says, staggering a little as he hefts up a crate full of corked wine bottles, "I just need you'll, yale, uh, y'all to take these up to some of the scime- sooen- some of those smart guys up on the third floor." The satyr squints at a tag on the crate. "Gotta give it to some fella names Elias Thomas," he says, heaving the crate into Hreit's arms. "There you go, cutie," he sways, "Don't go sampling any though. Fer the eggheads special." He hands out individual bottles of wine for personal sampling. "Everybody ready?" he calls out to the group at large, adjusting his own toga, too short to cover anything at all, and his laurel crown.
Vetu looks at Sakhu, then at his companions. "Are we simply asked to take some 'crates' of booze up the stairs? Is that it? I have my gun ready, claws sharpened, ready for some true adventure. But this?" he growls, but Sakhu doesn't care and grabs the crate, already moving to the designated area. "Don't worry pa this will be easy money at least. Just three floors, so easy money, come on!" he assbumps his pa and moves to enter the building shown. "You coming?" he shouts to the others.
Melinda covers her mouth as she giggles at the inebriated speech. When there's sheets handed over. She shrugs and puts one on, as best she can, amidst wings, then looks towards the bottle as it's handed over. She eyes it a little suspiciously, but then adjusts her things so she has her combat gauntlets available if she needs. A small smirk crosses her face at hearing Vetu complain. "Also, before I forget my manners, friends, my name is Melinda." She offers a wave towards all of those around before moving on to, assumingly, follow whoever else is making their way to the building.
It was hardly a problem. She could just, and.. And there. Vwoila, wear her shovel low, adjust her axe and tie it's peace knot. Slide on a 'sheet'. Only to "OOF.." As a crate is smacked into her arms she barely managed to catch at all. Pointed ears keeping it raised a bit, requiring more of an overhand as she twitched. Not exactly the most comfortable for husky ears. Oh well. Can spend a week in the forest with nothing but a shovel, can do this easy.. About time she stopped being a useless chump anyways. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go." All of her eyes watching for anything extra odd, avoiding the extra samples herself. She trodded with a weighted step onwards, but slower than the rest.
There is a general murmur of hesitant approval, since there has not really been much of an explanation so far. The crowd wanders across the parking lot, following Richard, who staggers forward into the Zephyr lobby with the togaed mob shuffling in behind him. Zephyr security eyes the large group warily, but since no one seems overtly hostile, they stay at their posts. Richard turns and seems to suddenly notice the others for the first time. "What're you all doing he-" he starts drunkenly, then his wine soaked brain catches up. "Oh yeah! There was something I was sposed to say!" The satyr looks around, his brow furrowed in concentration, then he brightens up, clears his throat and roars: "BACCHANNAL!"
Sakhu stops and putting his crate down he is promptly followed by Vetu who observes the drunken satyr with worried expression. At their exclamation he just whinces. "Errm" he says turning his head back only to finally realize he didn't introduce himself. Silly dragon. "Pardon me" he says as he puts the crate down and adds "I'm Vetu, this is my son Sakhu, well in his third clutch so don't worry. He's cool. Anyone knows what's that thing Richard just exclaimed? I'm not versed in Satyre".
"Couldn't even wait until the third floor then?" Melinda smirks, but glancing towards Hreit and the slower pace along the way, she walks over to offer an assist. On her way over to offer that help, she calls out towards Sakhu. "In short, a party." Then she smiles and turns her attention back to Hreit, "I'll help you with the box if you'd like or need. I've got a little muscle power, at least." She offers a wink to the husky'esque woman before even slipping the individual bottle handed to her within a makeshift spot between body and sheet.
Hreit let out a singular chuffing laugh. Maybe studying lately had been worthwhile. As she shouted it too, eyes half closed with the call going up. "Bacchannal!" She doesn't seem to really notice the offer of help. Ears listening behind her. But instead a simple and quiet "no thank you." is offered, as she didn't stop like the others. Merely holding up a bottle right to one of the guards with a toothy smile. "Make merry."
Some of the crowd is as dumbfounded as poor Sakhu, but enough of them get the reference that the party launches into full swing almost immediately. It hardly seems like there was any point to distributing togas, since many of them fly off with almost no provocation. Wine flows freely, the satyr provided bottles seeming to hold far more liquid than they should. Most of the guards look particularly uneasy, but none seem particularly willing to step in to interfere. The guard Hreit addresses gives her a hard look, then something goes fuzzy behind his eyes. "Make merry?" he asks, taking the bottle. He looks at it for a second, hesitating, then takes a swig before laughing loudly and stripping off his helmet. "Bacchannal!" he calls out, joining in the wild party and leaving the stairs clear.
Vetu looks at the satyr and merry crow with a gaze that says 'let's gtfo as quick as we can'. "I think we best avoid that dirnk. I know satyrs tend to enjoy themselves quite more then it's necessary, plus who knows what they put in those drinks? Hreit, you know it, what's this Bacchannal? Someone's name or some friend they greet?" he looks around for someone they might have called. "I can help you carry those bottles if you need" he offers as he easily handles the single crate he has, and so does Sakhu. Sakhu meanwhile was already thumping his tail on the staircase impatiently. "You coming or joining the feast?" he shouts to everyone else.
"As you wish", it's offered pleasantly enough back to Hreit before Melinda goes to pull the bottle back out from her spot, ready with it. Being close enough to the exchange herself, she raises a brow when the guard fogs over, it seems, and goes to start joining the party. "Convenient." She glances over towards the satyr that had them offering them to come help in the first place. Vetu seems still be questioning some things, and so she raises a brow. "Hmm." She hums softly after the question of Bacchannal was already answered by two people. But now that the stairs are clear, she opts to start heading up. "Two to go, it seems."
Hreit was silent and slow, relaxed, with noise behind her and near silence ahead. Why wouldn't she be? Strolling past with a smile on her face, past the one who deemed they knew her, and past the impatient one with as slow an unending walk as ever. There were no worries, only. "Bacchanal!" Though after the yell there was a smaller chittering laugh of "Bacchus." Stepping inside with not a thought of threat. No, she hadn't expected that response to the guard. But no need to make a big deal. It was only natural. Everything was fine. She pulled a bottle from... somewhere. Using it to replace the one she'd used. This one filled with a more braccish alcohol though. Molotov cocktails come from alcohol though, now don't they? Not that the fuel was added, though.
The other guards on the first floor, along with the mutants, agents, and Zephyr employees are all gradually joining in on the reckless revelry as the small group heads up the stairs. Up a flight of stairs, it is relatively quiet. Perhaps the office workers here are used to strange sounds wafting up the stairwell. It looks like the coast is clear to keep heading upstairs. The molotov does not match the bottles in the crate at all. It looks like a hobo who wandered into the Ritz. Comfortable, but out of place.
Vetu would take this oportune time to sneak his head in the place which used to be guarded by the guards. He takes two minutes to check if there's something interesting while Sakhu scales the stairs up, slowly but surely.
Up the stairs they go. Personally musing on how the second floor was not only quiet, but seemed to be much more lax on the security compared aside, Melinda thought it might be nice to have one of those bottles that were handed out handy, and thus gets her own ready in case another offer is needed to get to the 'eggheads' that the satyr asked them to deliver said wine to is needed. She hums softly to herself a couple times, quiet, but audible, in a somewhat high pitched pleasant tune.
The bottle isn't meant to match. It's meant to distract. Just in case. What are the guarantees the same trick would work twice after all, right? Offices could get messy if it got loud. Hreit's heart rate was up, a lot. So she slowed down, and stopped. Leaning against a wall to relax, and wait for everyone else, steady her own crate in her arms. Was starting to feel kinda heavy like this..
The patch of wall the guard vacated has little of interest. The second floor is similarly uninteresting. At least here in the hallway. It is probably unguarded because the interesting stuff is all behind closed doors. Zephyr security has never really been accused of being lax. The stairwell to the third floor stands open. The sounds of revelry from below grow louder. Sounds like the party might be spreading.
As Vlaj poked his head out of the office he notices Hreit panting and moving close to her he offers "Can I carry the crate for you? You can hop on my back if you want, it's just three stories and it's no weight for me. I just need to be careful not to break all the lights with my head. It's a bit squishy for me and Sakhu's sizes. Sakhu waits for otehrs at the third floor already, now inspecting the bottle out of boredom.
