Author: Path
Title: A Mess of Muarki
Date: 2012-01-02 12:12:20
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Trouble arises over a missing loved one.
Title: A Mess of Muarki
Date: 2012-01-02 12:12:20
Type: Logs
Synopsis: Trouble arises over a missing loved one.
A Curtained Den [E]
The dry aroma of fresh-cut wood still lingers in the air here, intertwining
with wafts of light incense and musky perfume. The entire room is draped with
heavy, colorful curtains and tapestries, each one overlying another in
haphazard fashion. Plush woolen rugs lie cozily underfoot, while supple
skins snuggle lazily around the loose cushions scattered about. The room
is given to a sense of simple, casual comfort.
A rounded, black cask sits here.
An embossed plain clay cask sits here.
A simple grill, made of tile and blackened bone, sits here.
A padded, rectangular piece of cloth hangs here.
A red and black izdari table sits here.
A spindly legged table, made of bone and antlers, teeters here.
A trunk sits here, made of bone and woven grass.
A round, Lirathu-grey snakeskin cushion has been placed here.
A plump leather cushion lies here.
A panelled folding screen divides the room into two.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The angular, teal-eyed woman crouches down near a large wicker crate, tucking a braid behind her ear as she peers in.
You get a slim-necked bottle from a large wicker crate.
It is very light, and empty.
The angular, teal-eyed woman rises up and reaches over toward a rounded, black cask.
The lanky, agafari-curled man asks you, in bendune:
"Thirsty?"
The angular, teal-eyed woman takes a sip from her bottle as she plops down on the couch next to the lanky, agafari-curled man.
You sit on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
This tastes like strongly spiced brandy.
You do not feel thirsty.
At your seat, you say in bendune, with a nod:
"Yes."
You drink the spice brandy.
You do not feel thirsty.
The lanky, agafari-curled man asks you, in bendune:
"Stop that. What if your sister needs to mindspeak you?"
You are carrying:
a slim-necked bottle
The lanky, agafari-curled man exclaims to you, in bendune:
"Damnit, Zira, now isn't the time to sink into a bottle!"
The angular, teal-eyed woman glances down at your slim-necked bottle, and slowly back up to the lanky, agafari-curled man incredulously.
The lanky, agafari-curled man watches you with an expression of blatant frustration.
At your seat, you say in bendune, narrowing her eyes at the lanky, agafari-curled man as she slowly, calmly sets the bottle on a nearby table:
"Fine. But tell me - do I fucking -look- drunk? Am I slurring? I mean -fuck-, Petsha."
At your seat, the lanky, agafari-curled man says in bendune:
"You -looked- well on the way to it."
The angular, teal-eyed woman rises deliberately to her feet, staring at the lanky, agafari-curled man as she stalks back out into the hallway.
You stand up from a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
You put a slim-necked bottle on a red and black izdari table.
Long, Narrow Hallway [NEWD]
While the faint aroma of incense drifts up from below, along with
the dulled sounds of gambling and carousing, the dim simplicity of this
part of the wagon remains stale and practical at best. The hallway is
long and narrow, penetrated but by a large doorway on its west, and a
large opening in its southeastern wall. The hall appears to parallel
a large open cargo area on its east, whilst northward the hallway
continues.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
The lithe, sable-haired man stops using a hooked bone key.
The lithe, sable-haired man unlocks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The lithe, sable-haired man opens the oval.
Flicking over a grin as he moves aside, the lithe, sable-haired man says, in bendune:
"Go on through, phral."
Boarding Area [EU]
At the top of the heavy, dark wood boarding plank this area begins to
open up to the rest of the lower portion of the wagon. Along the western
wall, a long, thick-planked bone and wood stairway ascends to the upper
level, guarded by a heavy tortoiseshell doorway. Immediately beyond the
unobtrusive stairs, the interior is swathed with swirling multi-colored
drapings, various designs woven gaily upon them, some abstract and others of
various caricatures of forest and desert scenes. Sounds of activity mixed
with the faint scent of incense wafts in a just perceptible stream from the
east. A single large column of some massive creature's legbone stands
centrally to the northeast, supporting the upper level.
An empty dark glass jug is here on the bottom stair.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman is standing here.
The taut, serpentine-braided man is standing here.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman stands here, guarding the entrance.
The stout, sharp-featured man stands here, watching the boarding area.
The husky, black-braided man crouches here, silent as he watches.
The lithe, sun-bronzed man is here, watching the area.
The lithe, sable-haired man closes the oval from the other side.
The taut, serpentine-braided man walks directly to the stairs, an angry stare fixed straight ahead.
The angular, teal-eyed woman clomps down the stairs with a scowl, stopping dead in her tracks as she spots the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman stands sullenly at the bottom of the stairs, her face flushed with rage.
The angular, teal-eyed woman bounds down the rest of the stairs, tears filling her eyes as she throws her arms around the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
You exclaim to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Jia, you're safe!"
Ascending the stairs, the taut, serpentine-braided man says to you, in bendune:
"Up."
The taut, serpentine-braided man says, in bendune:
"Up."
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman stops using a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman unlocks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman opens the oval.
Flicking over a grin as she moves aside, the green-eyed, ponytailed woman says, in bendune:
"Go on through, phral."
The taut, serpentine-braided man nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The taut, serpentine-braided man walks up.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman walks up.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman closes the oval.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman locks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman tilts her head forward and fastens a hooked bone key about her throat.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman stops using a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman unlocks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman opens the oval.
Flicking over a grin as she moves aside, the green-eyed, ponytailed woman says, in bendune:
"Go on through, phral."
The stout, sharp-featured man nods at you.
Long, Narrow Hallway [NEWD]
While the faint aroma of incense drifts up from below, along with
the dulled sounds of gambling and carousing, the dim simplicity of this
part of the wagon remains stale and practical at best. The hallway is
long and narrow, penetrated but by a large doorway on its west, and a
large opening in its southeastern wall. The hall appears to parallel
a large open cargo area on its east, whilst northward the hallway
continues.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman is standing here.
The taut, serpentine-braided man is standing here.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman closes the oval from the other side.
The taut, serpentine-braided man stops leading the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
The taut, serpentine-braided man walks west.
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle demeanor,
guarding passage to a curtained den beyond.
The door is open.
[Near]
The taut, serpentine-braided man is standing here.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
Leaning in to you, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman whispers to you in bendune:
"Of course I'm safe, love."
With a pained half-smile, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman asks you, in bendune:
"What did you think, they would eat me up?"
Tucking her braids away before wiping her eyes, you say to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I was so worried about you, Jia. "
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman shakes a fall of dusty, matted curls back from her face, glancing past the curtain into the den distractedly.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"Well, you shouldn't have been. You chattered at me nearly the entire time, surely you know I was in fine health."
Glancing into the den, you ask the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I guess.. Let's go sit down, yeah?"
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"I'd rather not share a room with that monster."
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle demeanor,
guarding passage to a curtained den beyond.
The door is open.
[Near]
The taut, serpentine-braided man stands waiting in the middle of the room.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
Her face flushing again with anger, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman exclaims to you, in bendune:
"I cannot -believe- the disregard he can show!"
You ask the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"He's waiting for us. And I'd rather not keep him waiting. I'll be with you, yeah?"
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle demeanor,
guarding passage to a curtained den beyond.
The door is open.
[Near]
The taut, serpentine-braided man stands waiting in the middle of the room.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"All that time in the desert must have withered his heart as well, if he can feel so little concern for those he professes to care about. It's infuriating! Why doesn't anyone care to help Diji? Why will we let him.."
Long, Narrow Hallway [NEWD]
While the faint aroma of incense drifts up from below, along with
the dulled sounds of gambling and carousing, the dim simplicity of this
part of the wagon remains stale and practical at best. The hallway is
long and narrow, penetrated but by a large doorway on its west, and a
large opening in its southeastern wall. The hall appears to parallel
a large open cargo area on its east, whilst northward the hallway
continues.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman is standing here.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
You hear a man's voice shout from the west in bendune:
"Come in here."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"Meet what fate he finds? He would have told us, certainly, if he had planned to be away long."
Stomping her foot, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman exclaims to you, in bendune:
"You see?!"
You say to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"We're not going to let him anything. We'll find him, Jia. We all care about him. Come."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman falls in behind you.
A Curtained Den [E]
The dry aroma of fresh-cut wood still lingers in the air here, intertwining with wafts of light incense and musky perfume. The entire room is draped with heavy, colorful curtains and tapestries, each one overlying another in haphazard fashion. Plush woolen rugs lie cozily underfoot, while supple skins snuggle lazily around the loose cushions scattered about. The room is given to a sense of simple, casual comfort.
A rounded, black cask sits here.
An embossed plain clay cask sits here.
A simple grill, made of tile and blackened bone, sits here.
A padded, rectangular piece of cloth hangs here.
A red and black izdari table sits here.
A large couch, covered with pillows, is shoved against one wall.
A spindly legged table, made of bone and antlers, teeters here.
A trunk sits here, made of bone and woven grass.
A round, Lirathu-grey snakeskin cushion has been placed here.
A plump leather cushion lies here.
A panelled folding screen divides the room into two.
The taut, serpentine-braided man stands waiting in the middle of the room.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is standing here.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman has arrived from the east.
The lanky, agafari-curled man ducks out after you and the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman enter.
The lanky, agafari-curled man walks east.
The taut, serpentine-braided man looks at the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
The angular, teal-eyed woman leads the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman over to the couch, settling down as she glances over at the taut, serpentine-braided man.
You sit on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman turns to watch as the lanky, agafari-curled man slips from the room, frowning angrily.
Standing in place with his arms crossed, the taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Now, you have something to say about Cizdiji?"
Turning back the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman crosses the room, curling into a padded cloth hammock and pulling her knees up against her chest.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman sits on a padded cloth hammock.
Coldly, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"I believe I've said most of it. It's you who refuse to speak on the matter."
After a short pause, the taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"How many times have you been to Allanak, little pena?"
Flushing bright red, her voice dropping, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"Once."
The taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Do I really need to say any more?"
The angular, teal-eyed woman shrinks back into the couch, looking awkwardly, silently between the taut, serpentine-braided man and the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle character,
guarding passage to a narrow hallway beyond.
The door is open.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
The lanky, agafari-curled man stands here, leaning against the wall.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
The angular, teal-eyed woman's eyes flit out into the hallway briefly.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman purses her lips, raising her chin slightly as she regards the taut, serpentine-braided man coldly from her protected perch in the hammock.
His voice raised a little, the taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Do I?"
A little louder, the taut, serpentine-braided man says to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I can give you a handful of reasons why we shouldn't be doing just what you did, but I'd like to think you can figure them out for yourself."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"Well, clearly you have nothing more -to- say, so I guess I'll have to let your withered heart off the hook. Truly, what can you confess, that you have no concern at all for your loved ones? It is already blatantly clear."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"Obviously the labyrinth is no place for me, but at least I went. What is one gypsy alone? We cannot let Diji be that one. It is together that we have strength."
The taut, serpentine-braided man's face twists and turns away, the lines across his face deepening painfully. He spits out a quick breath with his fists clenched.
Her words travelling across the room to her in a hiss of a whisper, you say to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Jia, I wouldn't.."
Raising her voice with anger, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman exclaims to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"You let him stand alone!"
The taut, serpentine-braided man steps the short distance between himself and the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's hammock and grabs her hair to yank her to the ground, his face twisted in anger.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman stands up from a padded cloth hammock.
The angular, teal-eyed woman shrieks as her eyes flare toward the taut, serpentine-braided man, rising briskly from the couch.
You stand up from a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman yelps as she falls, twisting from the hammock, her nails biting deeply into the taut, serpentine-braided man's face and neck as she desperately tries to catch herself.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman sits down to rest.
Into the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's face, kneeling to hold her head to the floor, the taut, serpentine-braided man shouts, in bendune:
"Who are you to question what I do in Allanak?!"
The taut, serpentine-braided man shouts, in bendune:
"I'm responsible for everyone here, you ignorant little shit- you, Diji, even the fucking caveman!"
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman lies back upon the floor, her eyes wide with fear and her breath coming in quick, short gasps.
Putting his other hand to her throat but not pressing, the taut, serpentine-braided man says to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I should break you into pieces for saying that, Jidana. I love that prala more than anyone alive, and I would level that slum if anything happened to him."
The angular, teal-eyed woman stands motionless, watching on wild-eyes, her features taking on an expression of sheer horror.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman closes her eyes, trying to turn her face away from the taut, serpentine-braided man, soft sobs beginning to wrack her slight form.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman whispers something to the taut, serpentine-braided man.
At the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, giving her head a slight jerk so it hits the floor once, the taut, serpentine-braided man shouts, in bendune:
"No. NO! Do you understand me now, girl? We're not risking anyone less capable than Cizdiji to bring him back. Especially you. Do you -understand-?"
A soft whimper of pain escaping her as her head hits the floor a second time the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman attempts to nod weakly.
The taut, serpentine-braided man suddenly releases the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman and moves away with a bark, punching once at the air.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman pushes herself up weakly, laying her palms flat on the floor behind her and propping herself up, her gaze downcast and her body still trembling.
The taut, serpentine-braided man moves over to a spindly legged bone and antler table and puts his palms on it to lean over, his head hanging.
The angular, teal-eyed woman slowly moves to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's side, weaving a path around the taut, serpentine-braided man, and crouches down near her to reach out to her with a trembling hand.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman pushes herself unsteadily to her feet, brushing you away gently.
At length, the taut, serpentine-braided man says, in bendune:
"All we can do is try to find out what happened through the locals. If anyone actually goes in, it's going to be me. I can't let one of you get hurt."
Looking up at the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, you whisper to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman in bendune:
"Please.. Come, Jia. Let's get you to the bunkroom, okay?"
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman falls in behind you.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman presses her cheek into the crook of your shoulder with a long sigh.
The angular, teal-eyed woman gently takes the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's hand and escorts her through the doorway, glancing back briefly over her shoulder at the taut, serpentine-braided man.
The dry aroma of fresh-cut wood still lingers in the air here, intertwining
with wafts of light incense and musky perfume. The entire room is draped with
heavy, colorful curtains and tapestries, each one overlying another in
haphazard fashion. Plush woolen rugs lie cozily underfoot, while supple
skins snuggle lazily around the loose cushions scattered about. The room
is given to a sense of simple, casual comfort.
A rounded, black cask sits here.
An embossed plain clay cask sits here.
A simple grill, made of tile and blackened bone, sits here.
A padded, rectangular piece of cloth hangs here.
A red and black izdari table sits here.
A spindly legged table, made of bone and antlers, teeters here.
A trunk sits here, made of bone and woven grass.
A round, Lirathu-grey snakeskin cushion has been placed here.
A plump leather cushion lies here.
A panelled folding screen divides the room into two.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The angular, teal-eyed woman crouches down near a large wicker crate, tucking a braid behind her ear as she peers in.
You get a slim-necked bottle from a large wicker crate.
It is very light, and empty.
The angular, teal-eyed woman rises up and reaches over toward a rounded, black cask.
The lanky, agafari-curled man asks you, in bendune:
"Thirsty?"
The angular, teal-eyed woman takes a sip from her bottle as she plops down on the couch next to the lanky, agafari-curled man.
You sit on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
This tastes like strongly spiced brandy.
You do not feel thirsty.
At your seat, you say in bendune, with a nod:
"Yes."
You drink the spice brandy.
You do not feel thirsty.
The lanky, agafari-curled man asks you, in bendune:
"Stop that. What if your sister needs to mindspeak you?"
You are carrying:
a slim-necked bottle
The lanky, agafari-curled man exclaims to you, in bendune:
"Damnit, Zira, now isn't the time to sink into a bottle!"
The angular, teal-eyed woman glances down at your slim-necked bottle, and slowly back up to the lanky, agafari-curled man incredulously.
The lanky, agafari-curled man watches you with an expression of blatant frustration.
At your seat, you say in bendune, narrowing her eyes at the lanky, agafari-curled man as she slowly, calmly sets the bottle on a nearby table:
"Fine. But tell me - do I fucking -look- drunk? Am I slurring? I mean -fuck-, Petsha."
At your seat, the lanky, agafari-curled man says in bendune:
"You -looked- well on the way to it."
The angular, teal-eyed woman rises deliberately to her feet, staring at the lanky, agafari-curled man as she stalks back out into the hallway.
You stand up from a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
You put a slim-necked bottle on a red and black izdari table.
Long, Narrow Hallway [NEWD]
While the faint aroma of incense drifts up from below, along with
the dulled sounds of gambling and carousing, the dim simplicity of this
part of the wagon remains stale and practical at best. The hallway is
long and narrow, penetrated but by a large doorway on its west, and a
large opening in its southeastern wall. The hall appears to parallel
a large open cargo area on its east, whilst northward the hallway
continues.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
The lithe, sable-haired man stops using a hooked bone key.
The lithe, sable-haired man unlocks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The lithe, sable-haired man opens the oval.
Flicking over a grin as he moves aside, the lithe, sable-haired man says, in bendune:
"Go on through, phral."
Boarding Area [EU]
At the top of the heavy, dark wood boarding plank this area begins to
open up to the rest of the lower portion of the wagon. Along the western
wall, a long, thick-planked bone and wood stairway ascends to the upper
level, guarded by a heavy tortoiseshell doorway. Immediately beyond the
unobtrusive stairs, the interior is swathed with swirling multi-colored
drapings, various designs woven gaily upon them, some abstract and others of
various caricatures of forest and desert scenes. Sounds of activity mixed
with the faint scent of incense wafts in a just perceptible stream from the
east. A single large column of some massive creature's legbone stands
centrally to the northeast, supporting the upper level.
An empty dark glass jug is here on the bottom stair.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman is standing here.
The taut, serpentine-braided man is standing here.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman stands here, guarding the entrance.
The stout, sharp-featured man stands here, watching the boarding area.
The husky, black-braided man crouches here, silent as he watches.
The lithe, sun-bronzed man is here, watching the area.
The lithe, sable-haired man closes the oval from the other side.
The taut, serpentine-braided man walks directly to the stairs, an angry stare fixed straight ahead.
The angular, teal-eyed woman clomps down the stairs with a scowl, stopping dead in her tracks as she spots the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman stands sullenly at the bottom of the stairs, her face flushed with rage.
The angular, teal-eyed woman bounds down the rest of the stairs, tears filling her eyes as she throws her arms around the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
You exclaim to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Jia, you're safe!"
Ascending the stairs, the taut, serpentine-braided man says to you, in bendune:
"Up."
The taut, serpentine-braided man says, in bendune:
"Up."
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman stops using a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman unlocks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman opens the oval.
Flicking over a grin as she moves aside, the green-eyed, ponytailed woman says, in bendune:
"Go on through, phral."
The taut, serpentine-braided man nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The taut, serpentine-braided man walks up.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman walks up.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman closes the oval.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman locks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman tilts her head forward and fastens a hooked bone key about her throat.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman stops using a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman unlocks the oval with a hooked bone key.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman nods at the stout, sharp-featured man.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman opens the oval.
Flicking over a grin as she moves aside, the green-eyed, ponytailed woman says, in bendune:
"Go on through, phral."
The stout, sharp-featured man nods at you.
Long, Narrow Hallway [NEWD]
While the faint aroma of incense drifts up from below, along with
the dulled sounds of gambling and carousing, the dim simplicity of this
part of the wagon remains stale and practical at best. The hallway is
long and narrow, penetrated but by a large doorway on its west, and a
large opening in its southeastern wall. The hall appears to parallel
a large open cargo area on its east, whilst northward the hallway
continues.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman is standing here.
The taut, serpentine-braided man is standing here.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
The green-eyed, ponytailed woman closes the oval from the other side.
The taut, serpentine-braided man stops leading the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
The taut, serpentine-braided man walks west.
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle demeanor,
guarding passage to a curtained den beyond.
The door is open.
[Near]
The taut, serpentine-braided man is standing here.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
Leaning in to you, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman whispers to you in bendune:
"Of course I'm safe, love."
With a pained half-smile, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman asks you, in bendune:
"What did you think, they would eat me up?"
Tucking her braids away before wiping her eyes, you say to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I was so worried about you, Jia. "
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman shakes a fall of dusty, matted curls back from her face, glancing past the curtain into the den distractedly.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"Well, you shouldn't have been. You chattered at me nearly the entire time, surely you know I was in fine health."
Glancing into the den, you ask the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I guess.. Let's go sit down, yeah?"
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"I'd rather not share a room with that monster."
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle demeanor,
guarding passage to a curtained den beyond.
The door is open.
[Near]
The taut, serpentine-braided man stands waiting in the middle of the room.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
Her face flushing again with anger, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman exclaims to you, in bendune:
"I cannot -believe- the disregard he can show!"
You ask the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"He's waiting for us. And I'd rather not keep him waiting. I'll be with you, yeah?"
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle demeanor,
guarding passage to a curtained den beyond.
The door is open.
[Near]
The taut, serpentine-braided man stands waiting in the middle of the room.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is sitting on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"All that time in the desert must have withered his heart as well, if he can feel so little concern for those he professes to care about. It's infuriating! Why doesn't anyone care to help Diji? Why will we let him.."
Long, Narrow Hallway [NEWD]
While the faint aroma of incense drifts up from below, along with
the dulled sounds of gambling and carousing, the dim simplicity of this
part of the wagon remains stale and practical at best. The hallway is
long and narrow, penetrated but by a large doorway on its west, and a
large opening in its southeastern wall. The hall appears to parallel
a large open cargo area on its east, whilst northward the hallway
continues.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman is standing here.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
You hear a man's voice shout from the west in bendune:
"Come in here."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to you, in bendune:
"Meet what fate he finds? He would have told us, certainly, if he had planned to be away long."
Stomping her foot, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman exclaims to you, in bendune:
"You see?!"
You say to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"We're not going to let him anything. We'll find him, Jia. We all care about him. Come."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman falls in behind you.
A Curtained Den [E]
The dry aroma of fresh-cut wood still lingers in the air here, intertwining with wafts of light incense and musky perfume. The entire room is draped with heavy, colorful curtains and tapestries, each one overlying another in haphazard fashion. Plush woolen rugs lie cozily underfoot, while supple skins snuggle lazily around the loose cushions scattered about. The room is given to a sense of simple, casual comfort.
A rounded, black cask sits here.
An embossed plain clay cask sits here.
A simple grill, made of tile and blackened bone, sits here.
A padded, rectangular piece of cloth hangs here.
A red and black izdari table sits here.
A large couch, covered with pillows, is shoved against one wall.
A spindly legged table, made of bone and antlers, teeters here.
A trunk sits here, made of bone and woven grass.
A round, Lirathu-grey snakeskin cushion has been placed here.
A plump leather cushion lies here.
A panelled folding screen divides the room into two.
The taut, serpentine-braided man stands waiting in the middle of the room.
The lanky, agafari-curled man is standing here.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman has arrived from the east.
The lanky, agafari-curled man ducks out after you and the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman enter.
The lanky, agafari-curled man walks east.
The taut, serpentine-braided man looks at the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
The angular, teal-eyed woman leads the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman over to the couch, settling down as she glances over at the taut, serpentine-braided man.
You sit on a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman turns to watch as the lanky, agafari-curled man slips from the room, frowning angrily.
Standing in place with his arms crossed, the taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Now, you have something to say about Cizdiji?"
Turning back the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman crosses the room, curling into a padded cloth hammock and pulling her knees up against her chest.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman sits on a padded cloth hammock.
Coldly, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"I believe I've said most of it. It's you who refuse to speak on the matter."
After a short pause, the taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"How many times have you been to Allanak, little pena?"
Flushing bright red, her voice dropping, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"Once."
The taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Do I really need to say any more?"
The angular, teal-eyed woman shrinks back into the couch, looking awkwardly, silently between the taut, serpentine-braided man and the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman.
A freshly stained thuja-wood door stands with plain, idle character,
guarding passage to a narrow hallway beyond.
The door is open.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
The lanky, agafari-curled man stands here, leaning against the wall.
The lithe, sable-haired man is here, looking about silently.
The angular, teal-eyed woman's eyes flit out into the hallway briefly.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman purses her lips, raising her chin slightly as she regards the taut, serpentine-braided man coldly from her protected perch in the hammock.
His voice raised a little, the taut, serpentine-braided man asks the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Do I?"
A little louder, the taut, serpentine-braided man says to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I can give you a handful of reasons why we shouldn't be doing just what you did, but I'd like to think you can figure them out for yourself."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"Well, clearly you have nothing more -to- say, so I guess I'll have to let your withered heart off the hook. Truly, what can you confess, that you have no concern at all for your loved ones? It is already blatantly clear."
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman says to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"Obviously the labyrinth is no place for me, but at least I went. What is one gypsy alone? We cannot let Diji be that one. It is together that we have strength."
The taut, serpentine-braided man's face twists and turns away, the lines across his face deepening painfully. He spits out a quick breath with his fists clenched.
Her words travelling across the room to her in a hiss of a whisper, you say to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"Jia, I wouldn't.."
Raising her voice with anger, the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman exclaims to the taut, serpentine-braided man, in bendune:
"You let him stand alone!"
The taut, serpentine-braided man steps the short distance between himself and the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's hammock and grabs her hair to yank her to the ground, his face twisted in anger.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman stands up from a padded cloth hammock.
The angular, teal-eyed woman shrieks as her eyes flare toward the taut, serpentine-braided man, rising briskly from the couch.
You stand up from a well-padded, pillow covered couch.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman yelps as she falls, twisting from the hammock, her nails biting deeply into the taut, serpentine-braided man's face and neck as she desperately tries to catch herself.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman sits down to rest.
Into the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's face, kneeling to hold her head to the floor, the taut, serpentine-braided man shouts, in bendune:
"Who are you to question what I do in Allanak?!"
The taut, serpentine-braided man shouts, in bendune:
"I'm responsible for everyone here, you ignorant little shit- you, Diji, even the fucking caveman!"
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman lies back upon the floor, her eyes wide with fear and her breath coming in quick, short gasps.
Putting his other hand to her throat but not pressing, the taut, serpentine-braided man says to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, in bendune:
"I should break you into pieces for saying that, Jidana. I love that prala more than anyone alive, and I would level that slum if anything happened to him."
The angular, teal-eyed woman stands motionless, watching on wild-eyes, her features taking on an expression of sheer horror.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman closes her eyes, trying to turn her face away from the taut, serpentine-braided man, soft sobs beginning to wrack her slight form.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman whispers something to the taut, serpentine-braided man.
At the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, giving her head a slight jerk so it hits the floor once, the taut, serpentine-braided man shouts, in bendune:
"No. NO! Do you understand me now, girl? We're not risking anyone less capable than Cizdiji to bring him back. Especially you. Do you -understand-?"
A soft whimper of pain escaping her as her head hits the floor a second time the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman attempts to nod weakly.
The taut, serpentine-braided man suddenly releases the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman and moves away with a bark, punching once at the air.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman pushes herself up weakly, laying her palms flat on the floor behind her and propping herself up, her gaze downcast and her body still trembling.
The taut, serpentine-braided man moves over to a spindly legged bone and antler table and puts his palms on it to lean over, his head hanging.
The angular, teal-eyed woman slowly moves to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's side, weaving a path around the taut, serpentine-braided man, and crouches down near her to reach out to her with a trembling hand.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman pushes herself unsteadily to her feet, brushing you away gently.
At length, the taut, serpentine-braided man says, in bendune:
"All we can do is try to find out what happened through the locals. If anyone actually goes in, it's going to be me. I can't let one of you get hurt."
Looking up at the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman, you whisper to the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman in bendune:
"Please.. Come, Jia. Let's get you to the bunkroom, okay?"
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman falls in behind you.
The tousled, vibrant-eyed woman presses her cheek into the crook of your shoulder with a long sigh.
The angular, teal-eyed woman gently takes the tousled, vibrant-eyed woman's hand and escorts her through the doorway, glancing back briefly over her shoulder at the taut, serpentine-braided man.