abraxaslogs | [ OPEN ] an informal event.

Who: the summoned of cadens
When: beginning of february
Where: the sarstina inn and tavern
What: sam is hitting two birds with one stone - his February (or whatever February means in abraxas time) family dinner AND a kind of new-summoned-social event. he even had hilda help spread the word!
Warnings: will update if needed!

THE DINNER

As per Hilda's invitation, if any of the Summoned come by Sarstina's that evening, they will find it set up a little differently than it's normal tavern sprawl. There is a large long table set up near the bar that has plenty of food spread out across it - which appears to look very southern-inspired in its intention, limited only by the kinds of ingredients a certain Sam Wilson can get his hands on. Behind the bar is Mag, who will serve whoever it is that comes up to ask for a drink - it appears someone is covering the tab tonight.

There are various tables and chairs set up around the place, as well as a stage on the corner for some live music from one of their very own later in the evening. The vibes is definitely low-key and casual - come get an ale, come eat some food, and if you're a new face there is a very good chance you'll end up (gently and in the most friendly way) cornered by either Sam, Hilda, or one of the other Summoned here to help answer questions and give a bit more background on what the hell is going on and also let you know about Mag's whole deal. Aka, if you're looking for a room until you're a little more on your feet, you are welcome here. Room and board in exchange for work. Not a big gig, right?

And if being social isn't your vibe, Sam's kind of betting on the fact there aren't many here who would turn down free food and drinks. And believe him - the food is pretty damn good.

OOC INFO

- this is a totally open post! I've got a TL below for various scenarios you can find Sam, but otherwise have fun, meet some people, put up a TL of your own! there are various places to run into people in the tavern, and if you find someone who is willing to help you into the Horizon, Sam's been letting people know they can use his room upstairs.

- Sam's only Rule is there will be no fighting. You want to duke it out? Take it somewhere else. There will not be warnings or second chances. Don't be an ass. He has lived in this Inn since he first got here and considers this his home, and if ANYONE is seen giving Mag a hard time, he will not hesitate. He's not afraid of squaring up, but you will not be invited back if you cause too many issues. :)

- this is open to any and all Summoned in Cadens, no matter loyalties or factions. Sam is going to be going overboard to be welcoming, especially to new faces. Even if your character didn't see the big invitation, feel free to have them invited by word of mouth.

- Mag is an NPC who you can read a little more about in the NPC section of the Cadens setting page. Feel free to have her come in and out of your tags as needed!

- any questions? message me at disarmingly

THE INN

Magmara (or Mag) has run the inn for years and has been a familiar face in that neighborhood as a woman who always made ends meet, almost in spite of the way she took care of her friends and neighbors above all else. Most weren't always sure how she managed to run the place on her own, but she made due, though she always seemed a bit overwhelmed and exhausted. When the Summoned arrived in the Cadens through that first portal, Sam managed to stumble in and make quick friends with Mag. In exchange for manual labor, fixing up and cleaning up the inn, as well as whatever other various tasks Mag needed to be done around, Sam would be given free room and board (a deal she now offers to any Summoned that arrives in the city for as long as they need it).

The inn itself is 4 floors tall, with the top three floors making up the 15 or so rooms (around five rooms per floor), and the entire bottom floor reserved for the restaurant area. The tavern makes up the entire first floor and is a large open floorplan, with a small stage in the corner, a walled-off area for the decently sized kitchen, and a large wooden bar where Mag does all her business for both the inn and tavern (where can almost always be found standing behind). It serves drinks of some variety (though not nearly as large a selection as some of the more well-known taverns) and some food (usually a single, large meal that will be served to the tenants and whoever comes in throughout the night for a moderate price). It can be busy some evenings, but in general tends to keep a more 'dive-bar' kind of feel, filled with more locals and regulars than a casual dinner-going crowd.

The rooms themselves vary from fairly simple, single-bed inn-style rooms with a small bathroom and little else, up to a two 'bedroom' suite style with small kitchenettes and spaces for sitting rooms. Each bedroom has its own small bathroom for the tenants, with cleaning, washing, and chores left to those who live there. What used to be more of a working inn now serves as a kind of boarding house for newly arrived Summoned (or simply those who won't leave), and Mag has found herself quite okay with that.

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[Nadine lets out a laugh at that response. It doesn't bother her any, she understands.]

It's fine, really, don't feel bad for me or anything like that. I'm good here. This place is much better than my world.

[It's not perfect, but it's not an apocalypse on the brink of war. Lack of TV and fast food cheeseburgers is hardly new, and a small price to pay for all the benefits that this world offers her. But she knows her and Julie's situation isn't everyone's, and hardly begrudges those who'd prefer to go home.

Especially someone just freshly arrived in this place.]

It's still a big adjustment, though. But we're here to help the new arrivals with that.

[ Len supposes that's more often the case than not: surely not every person who shows up here has a place they'd rather not leave behind. Surely some folks got plenty of skeletons in their proverbial closets, or oppressive worlds to which they belong.

Regrettably, he is not one of them. All that work to get things settled on the Strip, and he gets pulled away here. ]

Well, I certainly appreciate the effort, ma'am. [ Len tips his head and clears his throat, lifting his glass in a mock toast. ] How bad's your world that you prefer being abducted?

Oh, please don't call me 'ma'am', it makes me feel old. 'Miss' is fine if you want to be formal.

[She'd been 'Miss Nadine' to all her students, and while technically she may not be a 'Miss' anymore, she still prefers it to the other options. At least until she can formally put 'Doctor' in front of her name.]

And, uh, it was bad. The world pretty much ended, and wasn't doing so great in the aftermath.

[She's never made it any secret she comes from a nearly-dead world. It's not like she's the only one, she can think of three others from three completely separate apocalypses on Earth alone. Nor is it particularly painful for her to talk about. The world hadn't been doing so great even before the plague.

And he'd asked. She likely wouldn't have just volunteered the information - it can upset people - but he'd asked.]

People don't do so well when all the rules of civilization just go away.

[ Ma'am. Force of habit, and from his mother's hand in his upbringing. Len nods in acquiescence and lets her continue, which she does in a way that's disappointing at best and outright godawful at worst. Not every world can have its people kicking around and having a wonderful time while doing so, and Len knew that his wasn't the exception to the rule.

Hers isn't either, apparently. Stands to reason some folk might prefer living on Abraxas, even if it does sound like a familiar industrial cleaning agent. ]

I'd drink to that. But I'd also argue that an abundance of rules - justified or not - don't always make for decent civilization. Too much control is just as bad as no control at all.

Yeah, I mean just the really basic ones. Like don't murder people, or don't make other people your slaves, don't stockpile a bunch of military grade weapons...turns out we really do need those to be rules. Or things turn into a really dark episode of The Twilight Zone pretty quick.

[It had only taken what, a month or two after the fall of civilization before the roads were threatened by highway bandits and freaky cults? And that was just the regular, natural decline of man. Flagg hadn't been responsible for all of it.

She has no idea if Len will understand her reference or not - it's hard to tell with the new ones - but dropping pop culture references is usually a good way to figure out who's from a similar Earth as herself.]

Luckily, it's not too bad here. The government has a habit of poking their nose into everything, which isn't ideal, but it's a lot of red tape paperwork stuff. They keep track of who's working where and who's selling what and all that. If I sound a little bitter it's because I recently got stuck doing a bunch of that paperwork, they also keep track of things like medical research.

[At least she can agree that it's something that should be monitored, even if it meant she had to get a license just to start selling cannabis derived goods.]

[ The Twilight Zone. Len squints, identifying something he doesn't recognize and making a mental note to try and sort it out later. He's of a mind to agree with most of what she says: the same rules generally apply to reasonable folk in southern Nevada, though reasonable folk are few and far between. ]

I got a friend who works in medical research, though probably it's not as formal and regimented as what they got here.

[ Arcade would appreciate the cleaner conditions, the infrastructure, the actual facilities. A canvas tent in an old fort makes for a poor laboratory. ]

Lot tamer than back home, but it's about as hot and dry as the Mojave.

The Mojave? Yeah, it's real hot and dry there.

[Alright, that's something Nadine certainly recognizes. From more than just hearing about it - the last night she'd spent in her own world had been in that same desert.]

So you're from Earth? America? There's a good handful of us that are. Different Americas, but...

[Any bit of familiarity is important, really. Any connections they can make between one another.]

[ That recognition is reassuring to see, though once again Len is making the internal assumption that most people are not going to be coming from a world that has been so egregiously demolished as his own. ]

Earth, former America, but as I understand it, it's in pretty shit shape compared to the Earth that other people know.

[ It's a concession he clearly doesn't make lightly. Len leans comfortably on the counter, puffing out his cheeks as he exhales. ]

I'm from 'round Santa Fe, New Mexico. But I was working along the Vegas Strip, if you know of it.

Uh...you might be surprised.

[Nadine laughs, though there isn't that much humor in it.]

The one I came from was in pretty crappy shape, too. Or...like you said, what was left of it. But yeah, I know Vegas. Of it, I mean, I...never actually got a chance to see much of it myself.

[She'd been on her way there, though. Not too far from it, she doesn't think. A few hour's drive, if Flagg was to be believed. And she'd glimpsed bits of it, through Flagg, and in the domains of her fellow refugees from plague-riddled America.]

I'm from New Hampshire, originally. Taught elementary school, in another life.

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