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[Valeria Kane]

"Bars, located in, surprise surprise, a cave and a cove." The Galahad offers Spence his hand to help her up. "I'm partial to the Cave myself. The Cove can be... unfriendly."


**  Valeria scoffs at the Galahad, "originality is rather hard to come by, but if you've been in less than friendly situations in the Cove you likely made them yourself, I have never had issue with the patrons there."  The Lil/osi turns to Spencer, "there is also Paradise Lost, but it tends not to cater as much to the ... avatar crowd ... as the others.  The inhabitants of the Nexus appreciate the sanctuary offered by the club, and the more violently-oriented avatars find that drinking, partying, and gaming is not enough to sate them."


[Spencer]  "Um, I don’t really care so much as I don't want other people to get jumped, ya know? Just cause I can't get hurt doesn't mean I'd like to see other people get hurt. Sucks watchin people go down..." She shrugs on her bag.


**  Val smiles mischievously, "really? Most people don't mind watching me go down ..."  her eyes stray toward Sigma, "and besides, some people like being hurt, depending on the circumstances."


"Or worse yet, try not leaving your car parked in Newark, never a wise idea if you want to return to just a few bits of paper and a napkin left behind." 


(OOC - after my eyes recover from that font - you know, someone from the Newark area might be offended by that comment "I'm gonna kick the @$$ of the next person who says NJ is a violent place")



Lady Valeria Kane
Daughter of Lilith
"being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men" - Joseph Conrad

[wcshoe]

OOC: New Jersey is a violent place, filled with criminals and untrustworthy types of people. Good thing, too, it keeps people like me employed.

[J. Spencer Michigan]

Spencer's eyes become hooded as the mention of certain circumstances from Valeria. "And not everyone cares for that kind of play. But," her tone changing back to chipper. "To each their own."

She smiles again and turns her attention to Johnanthan. "S'why it’s pointless to own a car. Though the subway ain’t any better..." She shrugs and pauses, cringing at Crafty’s mental talkings. "Wait, kidnappings and death? Does that happen often?"

[wcshoe]

Crafty chirps again.(*)
~it only happens when people don't suspect it is going to happen the chaos Wolves are trying to take the cookie bakers out of the Nexus but now we are wise to them they got Samantha and they got AElfgivu we made clones but they can't be vatars so the can't come to the Nexus don't worry about the Cove they are very nice people there everybody talks about how bad Lightfoot are but they are a good bunch of people it's just a Nexus legend that they kill people because everybody always knows somebody who knows somebody who heard of somebody getting killed there but nobody ever sees it them selves because it doesn't happen Bron doesn't like blood in his bar and Bobby faints at violence and he is the bartender and Ty isn't around anymore he was the last person to shoot somebody there and he gave everybody else time to get out first~

[SigmaCaine]

Sigma blushes at Val's comment & glance, and tries to extricate himself from her arm. "Crafty, I have been killed by Lightfoot. I have watched others being killed by Lightfoot. Maybe not in the Cove, but it happens. Anyway, I'd rather not deal with Bron right now. Although of course I'm not going to stop the rest of you from going."

[J. Spencer Michigan]

Spencer arches an eyebrow but doesn't comment on Sigma's discomfort. "So these Lightfoot... They kill people? And Crafty is say... thinks... something that they don't... I'm so confused..."

Frowning again, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a silver cigarette case. "Huh… I guess I should load this up…" She shrugs and drops it back into the bag only to have a cigarette reemerge in her hand. She lights up again.

[wcshoe]

Crafty shakes his head sadly. From nowhere, he pulls out his cookie jar, a blue glazed ceramic jar. Opening it, he withdraws a pipe, looking suspiously like Samuel Falcon's pipe. He also draws a small canvas bag, and proceded to fill the pipe with what looks like ...cookie crumbs...

Lighting it, he puffs once and beams in satisfaction. The stars in his fur glow a little brighter, and the smell of freshly baking cookies wafts away from his pipe. He sits down, and chirps.(*)
~much better for you it is a special blend Dr Steed made for me don't worry about Lightfoot if you give them cookies they will be your friends besides you are far more likely to be killed by somebody in another House while you keep looking over your shoulder for Lightfoot assassins and you won't notice the Chaos wolves they have lots of Flemings working for them so you need to be especially careful because they are masters of disguise and some of them are excellent spies they have the trenchcoats to prove it~

[J. Spencer Michigan]

Spencer winces again at Crafy's mental wanderings, her shoulders pulling in slightly. "Okay, so um... where do we want to go? Somewhere peaceful would be preferred."

[wcshoe]

Crafty's eyes sparkle in amusement. Pointing his pipe at a spot in the ground, he raises his arm slowly, describing an arc before it lowers again, pointing at a different spot. Where he first points, a wet spot appears in the ground, from which a pillar of mud rises. It follows the arc his pipe described, forming an archway of mud. The area inside the archway flickers, before changing abruptly to a bar room. Wooden floors and walls lend the room a worm look, and sturdy metallic chairs and tables can be seen. Behind the barcounter, a human wipes some glasses clean. Overhead, sturdy wooden joists support some lights, but not too many.

He chirps in satisfaction.(*)
~the Cove~

[Valeria Kane]

Sigma blushes at Val's comment & glance, and tries to extricate himself from her arm.


**  Valeria doesn't make any attempt to stop Sigma's extrication and sinmply sits back, supporting herself on her arms.


Spencer arches an eyebrow but doesn't comment on Sigma's discomfort. "So these Lightfoot... They kill people? And Crafty is say... thinks... something that they don't... I'm so confused..."


**  "I'm sure you've dealt with their type in some manner," adds the succubus, "they will not bother themselves to harm you unless they have something to gain.  In Sigma's case ... he tends to be a thorn in their side when they venture into their less-than-legal entanglements.  They have nothing to gain from harming you - which they could not even if they wanted to - so you would be more than safe.  As for the others, they are mature enough to make the decision whether they wish to go to the Cove or not."



Lady Valeria Kane
Daughter of Lilith
"being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men" - Joseph Conrad

[J. Spencer Michigan]

**  "I'm sure you've dealt with their type in some manner," adds the succubus, "they will not bother themselves to harm you unless they have something to gain.  In Sigma's case ... he tends to be a thorn in their side when they venture into their less-than-legal entanglements.  They have nothing to gain from harming you - which they could not even if they wanted to - so you would be more than safe.  As for the others, they are mature enough to make the decision whether they wish to go to the Cove or not."

"I more than likely have, but nothing is coming to mind..."

[Crafty] chirps in satisfaction.(*)
~the Cove~

Spencer shivers involuntarily and peers through the portal. “Well, it looks nicer than most pubs I’ve seen…” Taking a long pull from her smoke, she turns to the assembled.

"What do I really have to lose here?" Smoke puffs out of her mouth as she speaks. "I mean, I can't get hurt and ya’all can take care of yourselves, right?" Her stomach rumbles. "And I am getting hungry. Hey Crafty, you got anymore of the those cookies? They smell really good..."

[wcshoe]

Crafty chirps again, spreading his paws in a gesture which can only mean 'peace.' Or, 'pick me up.' Or even 'you should never ask what do you really have to lose, because somebody will always show you.' Actually, it could mean quite a lot of things, come to think of it. (*)
~don't worry I know these beings they will behave themselves here after all we have cookies here so they'll know we're good that means you too Sigma besides you're MUD and MUD is good even if Bron is PLASMA I have many different cookies Spencer what kind would you like?~

[J. Spencer Michigan]

The new avatar presses her right hand, the  same one holding her cigarette, to her temple. "Chocolate Chip, please. And can you talk out loud? You’re giving me a headache with all the mental chatter..."

[wcshoe]

The little otter looks sad at the thought that he gave somebody a headache, or even just the start of one, as a tear rolls down his cheek. (Okay, so the tear is absorbed immediately in his furrry face, but it did start the journey intending to roll down a cheek.) He opens his cookie jar, and withdraws an assortment of different chocolate chip cookies. Some have nuts, some don't. Some have white chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, or Intensely Chocolate chocolate. Some have decorative icing, some have sprinkles, some have M&Ms. Some are baked into graceful shapes, some are clumsy looking things. Some are single layer cookies, some are made into dessert sandwhiches with a variety of fillers.

He offers these to Spencer on a silver tray, far too large to have fit in the cookie jar, even though it did appear to come out of there.