[open] Local dhampir renovates old public speaking hall that has some fun magic

[cryptsleeper]

Who: Alucard and open
When: March
Where: Cadens - Old Public Hall and during the eclipse, the Horizon
What: March catch all
Warnings: Added as needed

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[cryptsleeper]

I thought that was the case as well. [There's a shrug, and Alucard's eyes move up to the ceiling again. He can see all the flaking paint he'll have to touch up. Not a priority yet, but it is something he can do without a work team. Floating and all.] But when I was approached, I was informed that this place actually is thought of fondly - it did survive in the first place, when everything else gets destroyed or built over. I think there's just attention being paid in other places.

[He breathes out, returning to meet Jaskier's eyes. This is nice, the quiet enthusiasm between them. A rarity from himself, if Alucard is being entirely honest.]

Municipal archives haven't provided any information, but I'm going to keep looking. I'd hope that there were similar buildings in Thorne that have existent records but there are the obvious pitfalls there.

[But to the meat of it all:] How long do you need to organize something?

[cointosser]

True enough. It is universal that the arts should always be pushed to the side in favor of other matters.

[Like war. If the Free Cities are to have one of the most impressive militaries without magic, he can only imagine the amount of funds that are being funneled into it. Enough, apparently, that they have begun summoning and providing temporary housing for more of them.

Without a way to stop it, if anyone has tried.

Other fish to fry, and all that. Jaskier, for the moment, prefers his catch to be quite a bit smaller than tackling... gods. Whatever that all is. He idly strums his lute as he begins taking another walk around, nearly tripping over Mog who has decided to chase dust motes through the air with little leaps. Mog is adorable, but a truly pathetic jumper. (Jaskier keeps this to himself.)] Not very long at all. I'm very used to doing things on a strict schedule. This is certainly a bit different, considering my limited resources, but... a fortnight for something rather good, three weeks for something magnificent. After this, I think, I'm off to hire a band.

[cryptsleeper]

Like putting goop into cans and declaring it a meal.

[He's still so upset about that. But Alucard will not poke at that particular and highly specific wound. The Free Cities have their arms, and innovation always goes towards the military first.

At least he has his project. And Jaskier's interest.] Just let me know the decided upon date when you have it then. [Alucard is ready to let Jaskier walk around while he works, but that last part has his attention. (As he nearly runs into Mog's dust mote territory.)] You're not going to be a solo artist for this?

[Sorry, this is genuinely shocking news, Jaskier.]

wrapping up in time for the BIG DAY

[cointosser]

Ugggh. Don't get me started.

[Even for a man who's made a life out of eating bread, cheese, and assorted dried meats, the whole... can thing.... is horrible. Disgusting, even. Inhuman. Man was not meant to eat food out of a round, metal thing, packed to the gills.

Jaskier spins as his coat trails out, the notes still as perfect as he strums with a smile.] Come now, Alucard! I'm no selfish artist. And if Cadens is to appreciate our efforts, it's only fair they see their own people on stage.

[He is mostly a solo performer, but he knows when to share a stage, all right? With accompaniment, and with a few students -- or those looking for their first big break -- the concert will be a roaring success. Besides. He's going to want to move among the crowd, and he certainly can't play music while he does that.] Don't worry. I'll only find the best for us.