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[ 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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[ Sylvain had mingled for a little bit the first part of the night, but he'd gotten antsy and Mags had looked like she had her hands full, so after grabbing a bite to eat, he gives up on being a guest and slides back behind the back behind the bar to lend a hand and keep the alcohol flowing.

Which was pretty necessary when you first arrived, if his own arrival was anything to go by. It had been A Lot to take in.

But he's already filling a glass when one of the unfamiliar faces here tonight wanders up to the bar and introduces himself. Sliding the glass atop the countertop to him with a playful wink, he props his elbows atop the bar with a grin. ]

Sylvain. Nice to meet you, Len. [ Although his question has him thinking, face screwed up as he counts backwards. ] Mmmm, 'bout six moons now, I think. Give or take a week. Not as long as some but still feels a lot longer than it could, you know?

[ It takes all of two seconds and a charming little wink for Len to immediately peg the young man across the bar as a flirt, overtly friendly from the get-go with a charming disposition to counter any outright forwardness that the casual layperson might find distasteful. He wouldn't feel so confident in his assessment if he wasn't precisely the same, in a manner of speaking, though he probably has at least a decade on the guy. Time has a way of either tempering or intensifying certain traits.

The drink he accepts with consummate gratefulness, speaking again after a healthy swallow. ]

'Bout half a year then. Ain't nothing to sneeze at. [ Len rolls the base of his glass on the countertop thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow. ] I feel like asking if you've gotten used to things is a loaded question.

[ Sylvain rarely lets something as inconsequential as age deter him. Besides. He usually felt a lot older than his twenty-five years. War tended to do that to a person.

But he just chuckles and wiggles his hand back and forth in an uncomfirming gesture. ]

Honestly? Depends on the day. Some days, yeah, it feels like I'm getting a handle on it. And hen there's the days where there's fish flying in the sky and vampires throwing flower parties and cat-sized scorpions and I'm back to wondering what the goddess I've landed myself in the middle of.

[ It's an adaptability he can admire, if only because it's the only way to survive in a wildly inhospitable environment. Len is trying to treat everything with the general acceptance of a man who has no choice but to do so, because fighting the flow rather than going with it will only make him a target. ]

Only cat-sized scorpions?

[ He muses over his glass, taking a sip. ]

Where I come from, they're about as big as a pair of horses.

[ Sylvain just looks at him for a moment, as if trying to gauge if he were joking or not.

And then he just sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers. ]

Remind me to keep you away from Claude, that's more bad luck than I can stand in this place.

You'll have to introduce me. That much bad luck cancels out.

[ This is a bald-faced lie, but Len doesn't seem to care and grins over his glass. ]

How is it none of y'all have put together a 'beginner's guide to waking up kidnapped' yet?

[ Sylvain just laughs at that and shakes his head. ]

Just you wait, the next thing you know, they'll be roping you into helping them write one. Definitely sounds like something Hilda would try and do. Or maybe that bard that hangs around here sometimes.

In the meantime, I'll just keep helping with the vocal version, yeah? And I give great tours of the marketplace, apparently.

Trust me, I'm the last person who should be writing anything like that. Mostly because I got here this morning and don't know shit about shit.

[ He'd give his left hand for some kind of rundown. Being adaptable is something that Len takes pride in, but this environment is wildly different. he doesn't even have the baseline context at his disposal. ]

But since you've apparently got most of that down pat, I got a few questions. [ He begins to tick things off with his fingers. ] Where do people stay? How do we afford anything? What's the currency? What's notoriety like bein' a Summoned? Where can I get a weapon? Y'all got radios, or something else to keep in touch with each other?

[ He leans back on his barstool, raising his eyebrows. ]

We can start there.

Look. This place is great at making you feel like you don't know shit about shit, even after you've been here for months, so don't take it personally.

[ At least he's got a great memory. He starts ticking off answers one by one on his fingers as well, as soon as the guy finishes his list of questions ]

A lot of people stay here at the inn. Mags has an arrangement with most of us that exchanges room and board for labor around the place until we can get our feet under us. And there's always plenty to do around here, so you're golden if the arrangement works for you. Outside of that, you have a few options. There's always enlisting, of course, but most of us are pretty skeptical of that in general. There are always merchants and traders and craftsmen looking for help around town, whether that's working for them or running errands, transporting supplies, whatever. There's also a lot of coin in bounty hunting to fill in the gaps. [ He gestures with his thumb towards the door, indicating the desert beyond. ] Lot of bandits and nasty things scuttling around out in the sands that prey on the caravans and trade routes, so there's a nice reward for helping to keep them safe.

As for money, they mostly call it coin here - at least I haven't heard it called anything else, although there's also quite a bit of trade and barter that happens too. They're pretty understanding about us all showing up here with nothing and how it takes us a bit to get a handle on things. Opinions on Summoned shift a lot. Depends on what's happening, to be honest, and that might differ depending on the faction. Here they're mostly fine with us as long as shit around us doesn't get too weird and we're a help rather than a hindrance. Public opinion can always change in dark times, however, so we do what we can to stay on their good side.

As for weapons, there's a few blacksmiths and merchants around town who will probably cut you a decent deal when you have the coin. There's also a Summoned here in Cadens, name's Jayce, he crafts some really nice ones and he's a good person to go to, if he has the time to craft you something.

As for that last one... [ There's a pause here, because this is the only one he has to guess at an answer for. ] I have no idea what a radio is, but we can use magic to send messages to the other Summoned in our minds. Even ones in the other Factions. I take it no one's showed you that part yet. Have you heard about the Horizon yet, too?

[ Len absorbs the information like a sponge, sucking on the inside of one cheek. Like Hell he's enlisting in somebody else's war, so he'll have to make money some other way. And coin. That's stupid. Everyone should just adopt his world's method of currency: utilizing the bottle caps from a long-defunct ultra-capitalist corporation whose soda was so widespread and ubiquitous that the tops can be found just about everywhere.

He becomes so preoccupied thinking about how he's going to earn enough in the immediate future to keep from walking around without a weapon that he almost doesn't register the bit about regular communication. Len's eyebrows wrinkle immediately. ]

Send messages with our minds.

[ He repeats slowly, doubt written all over his face. ]

...and no, nobody's told me about anything called "the Horizon."

[ Sylvain just chuckles at that skeptical expression, because that had pretty much been his reaction, too. Instead of trying to explain it, however, he just sends Len a private message to show him. Sometimes experiencing it gets the point across way faster trying to wrap your brain around a concept you have no point of reference for.

Len will suddenly have words floating in his line of vision. ]

It looks something like this, for reference. Super easy. Although it takes a little while to get used to.

[ ...oh, man. The instant Len catches something in the periphery he startles with the practiced response of a man accustomed to a world where things sneak up on him with regularity. Then he realizes it's a series of slightly-flickering words. A message, not unlike those he used to get on his Pip-Boy.

Except they're impermanent, and no one else can apparently see them, and boy does he not like that. ]

-fuckin' Hell.

[ He swears, glancing between them and Sylvain with obvious and apparent distaste. ]

Can all Summoned see all messages, or do they have to be directed at somebody in particular?

[ Sylvain's grin is full of impish humor, because that never gets old. ]

Both. It depends on your intent when you send the message. It can be something you send to everyone, a certain group of people, or just one in particular. Only the Summoned can see it, though.

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sorry for. him

don't be, he enjoys a challenge XD

RIP

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