[ OPEN ] an informal event.

[falcony]

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.

Comments

[godshattering]

[ That there's no one she knows - even without looking, since Claude's assuming they both have people they would Know without scanning the crowds as much as he has - well. They're in the same boat there, it seems, though he considers a conversation he'd had with Geralt and wonders if that's enough of a connection to not worry about anything else.

The dice are a good distraction, and when she offers them he sets down his drink and brightens considerably. It's easier to let go of his train of thought for a moment to take the cup and give it a shake before letting the dice fall out onto the table. ]

They wouldn't happen to be like the sets in the gambling halls, would they? I knew I should've looked into getting some. [ Claude picks up a die and spins it between two fingers to admire the craftsmanship. ] Maybe they'll be for sale in the square next time at Nocwich.

[ A glance up as someone possibly new passes by and he offers a quick smile when their gaze passes over their table before they continue on their way. ]

Seems strange to think it's been the better part of a year since I was wandering around feeling dazed myself. I thought that'd never fade.

[wiedzminka]

[ With a short laugh, Ciri shakes her head. ]

Just regular dice. No tricks or magic. Not as far as I know, anyway.

[ She watches Claude's eyes flick to the new movement immediately. He keeps looking around, with some intent beyond idle awareness of his surroundings, but he doesn't actually seem to be expecting anyone if he's sitting here with her instead. ]

Mm. Fades faster than you'd think.

Are you looking for someone?

[godshattering]

[ He's still toying with the dice to give his hands something to do and he just hums in response while thinking of games they might play. Before he can ask that, though, Ciri beats him to it by asking a rather important question.

At first he opens his mouth to give the immediate response of no, of course not but - that's silly, isn't it? Ciri's already figured him out, so he puts that denial away to shake his head slowly. ]

Yes and no, I suppose. Seems silly to hope for anyone to arrive here given what it means, doesn't it? There's some faces I'd be happier to see here than others, but I'm also content with who's here.

[ Small pause, then after grappling with choosing the right words for what he wants to ask - ] I know you've been here much longer than I have. Do you ever think about returning home someday?

[wiedzminka]

It doesn't seem at all silly to me. [ she reassures him, waiting patiently for Claude to find the words he wants.

When he does, Ciri answers without any similar hesitation. ]

Not really.

The Continent is where I came from, but I do not care about returning to it. There's nothing much left there for me.

[ Little besides heartache, fear and puppet strings. An endless road of running and hiding. For all of the unique difficulties Abraxas presents, at least she doesn't have to worry about Nilfgaard here, nor apparently the Wild Hunt. The Singularity is in many ways as much a blessing as it is a consistent pain in the ass. But the tradeoff, for Ciri, is worth it hands down. ]

My home is here now, and I am content with that.

[godshattering]

[ Ciri's answer is revealing, even if it's what he asked for and what he wanted to know. It's something he's grappling with more and more ever since it started occurring to him. ]

There's more I was hoping to do at home myself that I'd been planning for some time. I was on my way there to do it before arriving, but now the longer I've been here the farther away it all feels when I hadn't thought that was possible.

[ Claude sets down the cup of dice between them and goes back to spinning his glass while still considering this. How upon arriving he'd wanted to do nothing more than leave as it seemed everyone else had felt when he'd asked, but so few have said anything like this - openly, that is - that he can't help but feel some relief at Ciri's certainty. ]

I've not heard many others say they choose to stay, but I'm... glad that's an option, might be the best way to put it. There are those here I would've never gotten to know otherwise. You included, of course. [ With a faint smile as he looks up from his glass. ] But that includes friends from home, too.