[closed] | One evening in the spring

[cryptsleeper]

Who: Alucard and Gideon
When: End of the month following the summit
What: Cheesecake and bs'ing
Where: A small public speaking hall, Cadens
Warnings: None!


Made cheesecake from the goat cheese I got at the summit. Meet me here if you want any.

[There's directions that follow, and the lead to a small public speaking hall in a part of Cadens that is fairly central, all things considered. There are certainly more buildings here than the places Alucard usually lurks besides his little graveyard home.

The building looks just about as out of place. Whereas so much of Cadens is new, new, new, gleaming and bright or else not so clean but clearly recently built. This place isn't quite the same. There's too many elements of Thorne in the façade. Even the script that reads SPEAKING HALL is too old fashioned.

Inside is no different. The ceiling is vaulted, with a second floor gallery along with a first floor and a dais where a podium stands. There's stained glass that has clearly been replaced - colored windows with plain ones, designs difficult to make sense of now. Still, light comes in, and at the front besides the dais are stacks of books along with a few large sheets of paper. Alucard's standing looking down at one, arms over his chest as he reviews what's there.

When the door opens, he looks up and offers a bright:] Ah, hello.

[The sound travels. He might as well be next to the door with that level of clarity.]

Comments

[frontlinetitties]

You had me at cake.

[Is the response he gets before she sets off toward the directed location. She's tried a fair number of desserts since arriving here, but a cake made from cheese isn't one of them. Not entirely convinced that it sounds palatable, she's nonetheless intrigued as she pushes the large wooden door open - still vaguely shocking to see such wanton use of real wood! -and steps into the cool and echoey space.

Alucard's voice rings out to her like a clear bell, and she looks momentarily startled as she spies him across the room from her.]

Fuck me, those are some acoustics.

[She says, and then laughs as her own voice carries with the same perfect clarity, her profanity ringing bright and lucent through the vast space. The door falls closed behind her with a heavy thud, and she strides across to the dais to greet him properly.]

Is it rude if I ask about the cake before I ask what's up with this place? Oops! Too late, I guess.