[NEXUS] MaGLoG II: Alcoholic Boogaloo

[horngeek]

Meidani grins. "I've got a stake in a few areas of commercial interest. Because of that, I don't actually need to work. As for what I do instead… adventuring back in my home world, mostly."

[The Bushranger]

"Ah. An adventurer." The half-drowess chuckles. "As am I. Magical abilities?"

[horngeek]

"...Exalted."

Meidani smiles. "You?"

[happyturtle]

The Magtok in the audience blinks, a look of fear, confusion, and shock spreading across his face.
"What the holy banana walrus space fudge am I looking at?"

At least there's no stripping, dancing, or other forms of suggestiveness. Instead, the three Mofftoks have eschewed the cage and are doing a Three Stooges routine.

[The Bushranger]

"...Exalted."

Meidani smiles. "You?"

"...ah. I'm not too familiar with the Exalted," 'Nymriia' admits. "My own magical talents, however, are limited to the magic I create with my blades."

Her sisters got all the luck.

[horngeek]

"Oh?"

Meidani looks at her. "Like what?"

[The Bushranger]

"I am an expert swordswoman," Naethalee says, not making a prideful statement but, from her tone and expression, simply stating a matter of fact.

[horngeek]

"Ah."

Meidani nods. To be honest, she's not sure what she could say here that wouldn't be taken as patronising.

She then notices the Moffs.

"...what are they doing?"

[The Bushranger]

"I think they're trying to see which of them is the biggest wiseguy!" Dani chirps, as Naethalee chuckles, leaning back to watch the show.

[horngeek]

Meidani giggles. "At least whoever buys them will get a good laugh."

[The Bushranger]

Both Dani and Naethalee nod at that.

[horngeek]

Meidani grins. "So, anything in particular you do for a living, or you in the same situation as me?"

[UncleWolf]

Kirk and Company

"If pleasure isn't pleasant, than you're doing it wrong." Jezebel tells Dena with a sad shake of her head. "I can give you some pointers, but that'd be a topic for another moment in time." She tells her before turning to Kirk and setting a hand on his. "So, you two together, or is it a sorta open thing?"

Salome watches the Mofftoks and gives a bit of a chuckle before wrapping her arms around her Mistress and burying her face into Xifra's back. "They're funny, Mistress."

[Shadowcaller]

Kirk and Company

"Jezebel let me explain, it was pleasant sensually but it was something I was required to do." Dena explains as she looks right into the other woman's eye, this was not a subject she wanted to go too far into.

But the next moment she turns to Kirk with a smile, "In any case, Kirk and I are just friends that sometimes happen to share a bed. I don't think either of us are looking for a long term relationship, isn't that so Kirky-boy?"

[Ashen Lilies]

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"200 gold!"
Shouts Kal, from the bar, to which he had sneaked to in the meantime while waiting for Kevin to undeadtime and remember that he technically just bought him for a day. He shoots the Mofftoks the kind of perverted look perfectly calculated to piss Magtok off as much as humanly cyborgly possible, if he's looking.
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Hell, he flashes that look right at Magtok's face as well.
Trollolololololololol.

[Gullara]

[Kirk and Company]

Kirk gives Dena a curious look at her first statement. There's something he didn't know about her.

"Just friends, that's right." Kirk certainly isn't looking for a relationship after the disaster that was his last one.

[Morty]

[Auction]

300 gp! Michalson shouts. Betcha you all forgot he was there. He decided to try to win the Mofftoks for the lulz.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin now saunters over to Kal. She had almost forgot he was here. Now was perhaps the best chance to actually talk to him.

Any other time would demand clothing removal.

"Kal! How have you been?"

[Ashen Lilies]

"500 gp!" Kal counters. Of course, that's pretty much all the money he brought. He wasn't expecting to bid on anybody... the money was for alcohol only.
He shrugs at Ilpholin.
"Been around. Not in the sense you're probably thinking. This is the only real interesting thing I've been to, lately. You? How's things in charge of AMEN?"

[Reinholdt]

"Remarkably smooth." Ilpholin says. She understands how Gordon stayed in power for so long now.

She slides into the seat next to him.
"But one thing's been sorely disappointing about the whole thing. See... you haven't been there. That's saddifying."
She can make up words if she wants!

[Ashen Lilies]

"Oh really." Says Kal skeptically. He wasn't exactly Mr. Popular, if he remembers. Hell, he wasn't even Mr. I-am-a-regular-member-and-I-hang-around-a-lot. He kinda made it a point to stay away from AMEN as much as possible, unless something was actually happening, or he was really bored. Even WATCHTOWER was more interesting, though that's mostly because it has Butler and Decker. Even MURDER was-
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Okay, no. No it wasn't.
"So people are weeping in the corridors over my disappearance, then?"

[Reinholdt]

"I'm pretty sure only Moff does that actually. Me, I just yearn for you in the privacy of my quarters." Ilpholin explains.

"See, there was a very special position I had planned for you. Though not in the sense you're probably thinking." She smirks back at him a little.

[Ashen Lilies]

"Oh poo." He pouts.
"And I was hoping to learn what secrets won you two loyal mindslaves in AMEN, and probably a few more outside."

[Reinholdt]

"Mmm... well that's not to say we can't still have some... fun. I'm sure you can show me some tricks even I haven't thought of yet. And I you." She distinctly dances around the concept that she has mind slaves. Preposterous!

"But that's only if you come back. Do come back soon. I really look forward to spending some personal time getting to know you."

[happyturtle]

Andy and Cecily

This time he got a bit more.

"I would still like to understand what you talk. But why should I bring a clean heir with me."

"For de hats, uf kourse." Cecily says. "Hy vill see hyu den."

(For the hats, of course. I will see you then.)

Having finished her goal in coming here, Cecily heads towards the exit.

Mofftok Auction

"Those bastards," Moff mutters at his other selves on the stage, while making plans to knock out and replace one of them with himself before their date with Kal.

[Morty]

600 gp! Michalson shouts. No, I don't know why he's doing it either.

[UncleWolf]

Mofftok Auction

Tualth can't help but chuckle at the spectacle and slams her gavel down, hopefully putting an end to their show. "Sold to the roguishly handsome wizard. Enjoy your Mofftoks." She tells him before pulling the last name from the hat.

"Raril Xar'cha, if you could please come up on stage?"

Kirk and Company

Jezebel frowns at the thought and sets her glass aside. "Excuse me, but normally I'm much better at catching such hints. I'm sorry for pressing the issue." She admits to Dena before looking back to the stage. "All things aside, you do seem like a decent sort."

[Artemis97]

Raril takes the stage, waving to the crowd and flashing that winning smile he had. Thr drow projected an air of easy confidence as he walks to center stage. He bows to the audience, straightening with a flourish.

[Slii Arhem]

Raril's Auction

"Six Hunnert!" Junior is starting off relatively big. He has plans for Raril.

Great plans indeed.

[Artemis97]

"Six hundred!" Raril echoes, a grin on his face. "A good start! Anyone want to try for more?"