[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC

[Ferrix]

Donner just shakes his head at the current dialogue, discontent with the constant mixing of words giving his skull an ache he doesn't feel like dealing with. He'll order himself a stiff drink, something to liven him up a bit he thinks.

 

[Serpenteye]

Kiaros answers, "Maybe, maybe not. We can speculate and discuss from this day to infinity and we still will never know if we truly know the right answer. No, it is our Halfling friend here who has the right idea," he pats Donner on the back jovially. "The best answer to any philosophical question is to get high, or low, on whatever poison that strikes your fancy. The only true answer is forgetting the question." He finishes his sentence by dramatically swiping his glass of wine.

 

[deadestdai]

The bariaur merely rolls his eyes. "Haven't ya ever heard (snort) of actually asking one 'o the help for assistance?" He waves an arm peevishly. "Never mind... (snort) Logic's about as obvious to one 'o you barmies as light is to a deafened canoloth. (snort) I'll go get yer water... just don't drop that tub down any more steps, eh? (snort) That's our last one." With that, he turns around and clops back downstairs, grumbling something about addle-coves and their lack of impulse control.

He is, however, as good as his word and in a few moments, several buckets of hot water are brought up for Flaust's bath, along with a ball of soap and some fluffy towels.

After some furious scrubbing and hurried toweling, Flaust now smelling like honeysuckle and hair still drying, dresses and pushes the tub out into the corridor. (Hoping that the "friendly" bariaur will be pleased she didn't roll it down another set of stairs - especially as it is still full of her dirty bath water.)
Hopping over the copper vessel, and resisting the urge to go snooping through the rooms she passed on the way, she headed back down to her friends' table. Once in the Inn proper, she'll buy herself a drink, of yummy milk, and watch the debate from afar, making sure no unwanted eyes (Or other optical receptors.) are paying a little too much attention to the scene.

 

[Thanee]

Zoe Windwalker

“That's exactly the point, there is no way for us to prove it right now, so we can speculate forever without ever getting a solution.”

Zoe leans back in her seat, relaxing and waiting for the waitress to bring another round of the tasty wine.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Vlad bites his tongue. Well, there is one solution... He chuckles to himself and takes another pull on his drink.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Well, the gaggle of Guvner and Xaositect armchair philosophers seem quite content to continue speculating and arguing at least this night through, and the flow of their conversation moves on when they sense you've lost interest. Occasionally, you can hear them pull other groups into their debate though like you, most tire of the discussion rather quickly.

The pretty barmaid returns with another round of drinks and a wink for Kiaros before she disappears into the crowd once more.

As the bub hits your belly with a warm feeling, leaving you relaxed and mellow, you notice that the imps you saw earlier have made their way to this side of the tavern, and are soliciting patrons for dances. The small creatures guzzle foul-looking brew as they laugh and dance merrily at your feet. The githyanki they have been carousing with earlier have also moved closer, continuing to clap out a rhythm as they sing a bouncy ditty about life in the Silver Void.

"Time to dance, basher," one imp says in his raspy voice as he grabs Zoe's hand. Another grabs Vladimir's and bats her eyes at him drunkenly, tugging at him to join them. "Everybody do the modron!" another shouts, and the imps begin to dance with jerky, clockwork movements.

 

[Thanee]

Zoe Windwalker

Slightly tipsy from the strong wine already, there is not much needed to convince Zoe for a dance, however an imp is not exactly someone she considers as a dancing partner and therefore she just shrugs at them and starts looking around for someone more suitable... and not too weird...

 

[Serpenteye]

Kiaros winks back at the barmaid and then turns to look at the imps,
smirking into his glass, amused by their antics.

 

[Ferrix]

Donner chuckles as he enjoys the warmth of alcohol spreading through his veins. Looking to the merry imps he slaps the table to the rhythm, creating a suprisingly loud hearty thud with each beat of the music. (It's amazing that anyone could think that he could carry a beat, but apparently he can. At least a simple one.)

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Blade smiles at Zoe and the others as they're swept up in a dance, her expression hiding inner hurt.*

Who wishes to dance with a woman than can skewer them through? Blood does not enhance entertainment, she thinks with sorrowful resignation. The first non-spiker she had ever had close physical contact with had been Jasune, and she inadvertantly skewered him several times during his recovery, as she had not realized his skin was so much thinner than her people. To prevent herself from further embarassment, she had excused herself from dances and the like whenever she could, not that she often had to, for often her hosts took care of that for her...