[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXLIII

[Dimonite]

Lume turns back to the hobgoblin, and says: Your sale makes little sense, as I could take your entire stock for free if I did club your brains out. However, I will gladly pay. He takes two of his diamonds off the bar, and gives them to the hobgoblin. "That ought to cover it. Now, ma'am," he says, turning to Angie, "Where might I find this... Glog?"

[McBish]

"Hm, you know I think the only time I was there I took a magical portal. It is out in the woods, an old campground. It shouldn't be that hard to find.

And don't mind the silly name, they are good people out there. Or were last time I had to deal with them."

Angie takes a seat at the bar next to Lume.

[Earl of Purple]

"If you clubbed my brains out, you'd have another crime to atone for and you could upset some of my clients, who may be criminally inclined." The hobgoblin hands another ten jars over, and takes both diamonds. That's his entire stock, and likely not worth both diamonds.

Also, so far, Lemu is his only customer.

[Chas the mage]

Chas, the hippie-elf sitting upon the bar, smoking a cigarette, speaks towards the hobgoblin, "what else you got?" he asks, rather nonchalantly, however a bit loud as he attempts to get his attention.

[Dimonite]

Lume purifies the ectoplasm, and gives the hobgoblin what is strangely obvious is a contemptuous glance, given that Lume has no eyes to glance with. Then he turns to Angie. "Thank you for your help, ma'am. I couldn't help but notice that you walk with a can. I could use some of this ectoplasm to help you with any... difficulties you may have."

[McBish]

"Don't bother, it is just that I hadn't really been doing a whole lot to take care of my body recently. I sort of in a coma/trance for a few years, so I am working on building the muscles back up. I will be fine soon enough."

She shrugs like it is no big deal.

[Earl of Purple]

"Ohoh, what do you want? I got skooma, jet, pixie dust, and just about anything else you could ask for. Only thing I don't have at the moment is corrupted ectoplasm, but as you aren't undead it won't affect you anyway. I recommend the pixie dust. Apparently it's good. Expensive, but good." Also made from real pixies, though the hobgoblin doesn't know that.

[Chas the mage]

"Skooma, jet, pixie dust? is that local slang or have I just not heard of that before..." He takes an inhale of tobacco, thinking, "I'll take some of each. Do you want me to pay you in cash or can I trade you some of my own dope?" He surveys the bar, looking around for anyone who cares more than just giving a shameful glare.

[Earl of Purple]

"Skooma is made by the Khajiit of Elsweyr from stuff called moonsugar. I got some of that, too, but don't know how to make skooma. Jet is inhaled, originating in a nuclear wasteland world. Pixie dust is a powder that is primarily a hallucinogen. Not just a hallucinogen, though. I'd prefer coins, I don't use drugs myself, but I can trade if you don't have the dosh. Jet is 20 gold per pack, skooma is 25 gold and pixie dust is 35 gold." That's the Elder Scrolls for skooma, Fallout for jet and I invented pixie dust but it's based on a single reference in a book called The War of the Flowers.

[Chas the mage]

"Nah, it's good, I got the gold." He pulls out a hemp woven sack, with a black draw string, and shells out 80 gold coins - more over, 80's worth, as he has some platinum coins; gold being bulky and all. "Do the deal here or should we head to my van out front?" he asks, looking over his shoulder.

[Earl of Purple]

"I'd rather do it here, if it's all the same to you." He reaches into his trench coat and takes out a small purple bottle, an inhaler and a plastic bag of multicoloured dust that emits a slight glow.

[Chas the mage]

"works for me, man," he says as he slides the coins the hobgoblins way on the bar, and then puts the bottle of skooma and the jet inhaler in his vest. He observes the bag of pixie dust, looking at all the colours, "so, what exactly does this stuff do?" he says, his cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he eyes the drug.

[Earl of Purple]

"It's a hallucinogen and stimulant. I've never heard of anybody seeing anything negative from it, suggesting that's a rare occurrence. You eat it." The hobgoblin picks up the coins and slips them into his trench coat.

[Chas the mage]

"Eat a powder?" he raises his eyebrow, "well at least you told me now, I would've railed it like coke or something..." he places it upon the bar, debating as whether to try it now or wait.

[Earl of Purple]

"You don't snort sherbet. Though admittedly this is different, I understand the initial sensation is similar." The hobgoblin smiles.

[Chas the mage]

He nods, "Sounds good... do you know the dosage on this or should I like, go at it," he says, putting the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray and opening up the bag tentatively.

[Earl of Purple]

"That's three or four doses, I think. Maybe five. The more you have the longer it'll last." But a serious overdose may result in the elf (I think?) turning at least partially into a pixie. The hallucinations are actually the memories of the pixies that were powdered into the contents of the bag.

[Chas the mage]

The elf (yes) pulls out a few empty 2x2 inch dime bags off his person, and divides the bag into quarters. He opens one up, "shall I?" he asks, looking over his shoulder.

[Earl of Purple]

"Go ahead. I won't stop you." The pixies used to make pixie dust are primarily from forests. Therefore, oversized trees are likely to play a key part of the hallucination.

[KerfuffleMach2]

In through the doors walks Krystal, looking like her usual self. Behind her is a minotaur. Carrying a goat.

She will find a table large enough to accommodate Gird.

So what do you want to eat?

[Chas the mage]

He tilts back his head, and dumps the entire content of the bag into his mouth, chasing it with a small sip of beer. "So, how long exactly til it hits me?" He says, looking around the bar as he pockets his remaining doses.

[Earl of Purple]

"Right about.... Now." The hobgoblin is guessing, but should be quite accurate.

[Chas the mage]

When he looks up at the hobgoblin, his pupils are very dilated, taking up almost his whole eye. "What?" he asks, his voice rather loud, his expression a mix of awe and confusion. He looks around the room, his eyes wide.

[The Bandicoot]

The young minotaur sits down, still hugging his goat close to his chest. Is want beef. he sets the goat down and makes sure the leash is tight Ba. is stay. he says, pointing at the goat sternly.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Krystal smiles a little at the seemingly pet goat, then orders steak for Gird and a burger for herself.

So, how long have you been looking for this Nodn?

[Chas the mage]

Chas sits, staring at the goat and minotaur in awe, with his pupils huge. he then gets a grin on his face, and leans back against the bar while he sits in his stool. By his facial expression, it is rather easy to tell that at the moment this hippie isn't in the same state of mind as the rest of the patrons.

[Me.]

Samantha chuckles lightly at Talina's comment Heh, not that expensive, when you got the right resources." She gives a wink to the girl.
As Levi states his appreciation, Samantha looks at him quizzically and says "You still got some broken ribs bud, you sure you don't want me to heal those too, wouldn't be too hard. Heck, the lungs were harder than a few ribs could ever be. "

Meanwhile, Samuel seems very intrigued by this light-being. He starts making notes about it in his notebook, while still trying/hoping to comfort the distressed goblin girl until she leaves.

[ThirdEmperor]

"More or less." There's actually a faint trickle of blood on his chin, from the split lip Levi's punch left him with, but the wizard hardly feels himself in any position to compain.

Planting hands on his knees he stands back up with a grunt, muscles aching deeply after the drain of calling up so much magic. "I guess that I owe you both a drink then.l

[Chas the mage]

Chas continues to watch the bar, pupils dilated, sipping some beer.

[OrchestraHc]

Meli shakes her head, concentrating on recalling specifics. Still optimistic, Meli writes on.

"I do not think I was a warrior. Everything I remember is from the academy or childhood. I could try, but I am not sure if there's a militia here."

Looking around curiously, the chimeric Elf looks for signs of an organised army of Inside. Noticing something amidst the crowd, Meli writes on.

"I believe I was mostly a student of the arts at the academy, but theatre too. Maybe there is help needed at the local theatre?"

"There is, but if you think you were a theater girl, let's go for that," Louis encourages. She didn't seem like a military-type, so he had been reluctant to recommend Remnant. "We can just look up a local theater in a phone book and you'll be employed before you know it." Ever the optimist, Louis seems to forget that she is without a resume, or most of her memories.