[ACRO] GLoG 27: Pay No Attention to the Thread Behind the Curtain!

[Falgorn]

Falgorn's in the Rose Garden, still healing the soil. The soil is now among the best soil in...the world. "I don't think we've met yet. I'm Falgorn." He says, with a genuine smile at Quinn.

[Fredthefighter]

Vicki skips into the garden.
Hi Quinn, is there anything I can do to help?

[SeptAngel]

Alexis shakes off a lot of deadtime still in the pool.

((Sorry about the disappearance. Work decided to get hit by lightning and fry the internet.))

[Falgorn]

Marcos slowly wakes up, having gotten enough sleep. Yeah...he doesn't need a lot of sleep.

[Fredthefighter]

Johnny is sitting there.
Hey Marcos. Well, I told her the truth. And I gave her a push in the right direction.

[Falgorn]

Whoopde-friggin'-do. he says coldly, as he goes to make some coffee.

[Fredthefighter]

Well, that was a bit colder than I expected. he whispers to himself.

[Falgorn]

Get over it. When you become a "real" man, you'll understand. He says, heating his coffee.

[Fredthefighter]

I would take that as an insult, but you're obviously tired and don't know what you're saying or who you're saying it to.

[Falgorn]

...Whatever. He finishes making his coffee, and his mood lifts at the first sip. Wooh, this is good. Brazilian, too!

[SeptAngel]

Alexis, probably very pruned by now, gets out of the pool and puts on jeans and a tank top over her bikini. Tossing her wet hair up in a pony-tail, she heads out of the pool.

[Fredthefighter]

Definitely a bit of a change there. I'm guessing coffee does that to people, or at least, people over the age of 25.
He says the last part about over 25s with a joking and playful smile.

[Kaelaroth]

Reality shivers, and Astir, tall, muscular, immensely healthy looking, with blazing blue eyes that burn to the very souls of MEN (and women, too, I s'pose), materialises in the kitchen, the anti-teleportation field momentarily warping into tiny blue sparks as he warps into being.

[Falgorn]

The change isn't that dramatic. I'm just bipolar. Unhappy me shows himself before coffee, so I drink coffee...a lot. I try not to have coffee breath, though. He says. He turns to Astir. Oh, hello. I don't think we've met. I'm Dr. Marcos.

[Kaelaroth]

I am Astir. The entity says, casting a moderately appraising burning blue eye over the doctor, nodding his head gravely as he does so, letting his ebony locks dance, briefly. I am pleased to meet you, sir.

[Fredthefighter]

And I'm Johnny, a pleasure to meet you Astir sir.
Johnny bows in respect to Astir.

[SeptAngel]

Alexis slips into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and smiles to those present.

[Kaelaroth]

Astir nods, briefly, to both Johnny, as he speaks, and Alexis, as she enters, before lightly flicking a finger to chill her bottle of water down to the optimum temperature for consumption.

[Falgorn]

Marcos offers Astir his hand. Nice to meet you, Astir. He says, finishing his coffee and washing his: #1 Doctor ^__^ Mug.

[ThePhantom]

Marley walks into the kitchen.
"Urgh, what a night. Do you know how hard it is get a sheet of glass the right size to replace the glass that broken. Urgh."

[SeptAngel]

Alexis giggles a bit. Thanks. A handy trick.

[Fredthefighter]

So Mr.Astir sir, what brings you to this establishment? he asks quite politely.

[Kaelaroth]

I could provide you with glass, if necessary, sir. Astir says, calmly, to Marley, as he too enters, before shaking hands with Marcos pleasantly, his grip from those huge, unworldly hands (of David-like proportions, Art-fans!) like a slightly comforting technical vice. To Johnny, he shrugs, elegant, his body rippling as if he were entirely aqueous. A look here, a look there. He's pleasantly surprised no-one questioned his odd appearance (both visage and entry), and, channels that presence into a returning smile to Alexis.

[Falgorn]

Falgorn walks teleports himself from the Rose Garden, having fertilized the soil, to the kitchen. He smiles at Astir, and Astir alone.

Marcos smiles. ...How'd you break the teleportation defense?

[SeptAngel]

She smiles back and sips her water, listening to everyone in the room.

[Fredthefighter]

Are you interested in joining the Good League of Good sir?

[ThePhantom]

"No need, the sporks work, it just takes a long time to get the size right."
Marley sits down.

[Kaelaroth]

Astir nods, deeply, to Falgorn. Admittedly, he's done rather a lot of nodding since he first appears, but since this nod is accompanied by a Hardyan parting of the lips, one might eventually realise that there's something more to this particular gesture. To Marcos, he shrugs, very slightly. I was not aware there was such a defense, good doctor. To Johnny, Astir shakes his head, and says, smirking very slightly Why would I want to do a thing like that? Uh-oh! But, the drone floating past (who, please note, has Fanque's modifications) points out that Astir's.. well, Chaotic Good! Oh noes! Marley's words are met with a slight movement of understanding, which is false. What on earth's a spork? Hm, Astir does not know!

[Fredthefighter]

Well sir, it's a shame to hear that you're not joining, but that's your choice. Good luck in the future sir. May I be so bold as to inquire what it is that you do?

[Kaelaroth]

That I.. do? What an odd turn of phrase, child. I.. live? I breathe, in a manner unrecognisable to those who respirate with dilute aether these days? Are those the answers that you seek? Astir asks Johnny, in a reply, raising one of his eyebrows effortlessly. The resulting expression's somewhat caricature, but oh well.

Meanwhile, Catelyn, and possibly Abigail, come out from the portal from Farthing Cottage, and leave the base.