Drunken Cockatrice GD Bashing Party

From FiranMUX

Summary: Rowdy party, near riot, taunting and stuff. Good times.

Participants: Aure Ion Bashar Adil Katja Decoria Pietee Puritee Tarquin Tia Zinara Zalman Cortik Yosun Sotiris Anorna Adan Zielik Dalinuel Emma Aeryk Amadea

Adil is settled in at the bar, munching cheerfully on a fried cake. There is food and alcohol around, and he gazes thoughtfully around the room, then turns to Katja. "You know what I didn't think of?" he says.

"Whazzat?" Katja dutifully questions as she flops an arm over her knee, which is jutting up from how she's sitting at the table, with her heel crammed onto the seat of her chair. Good thing she's facing the table or someone'd get an eyeful.

Katja shouts, "DID YOU FORGET ABOUT HOW THEY'S HONORLESS LIARS?"

Ion has arrived. Aure has arrived. Bashar has arrived.

"Art," Adil answers firmly. "I should've gotten a dozen really rude pictures of them and hung them all around. We could've thrown darts at them. Hit the hairy mole of Cortik's nose, win a dead skunk to send him anonymously. Y'know?" As more people come in the room, he lifts an ale mug to them, cheerfully. "Evening!" he says.

Bashar comes in just a few moments after Aure and Ion, his eyebrows lifted faintly at the sounds of a shout. He lifts a hand to acknowledge Adil. "Evening!" he greets the cook, glancing around at the trays of food and lifting his eyebrows with a faint smile. "Should've known you'd lay the best spread in town. Bonus."

One of Kat's arms shoots into the air to give a wave, and then she chuckles at Adil. "Satirical drawings is the best kind. Let's see if we cain't find someone what can make such a drawing for us!" She grabs a messenger by the ear and sends him off carrying a message....

Aure enters on Ion's arm as her own rests gently there. As they are greeted, she can't help but smile, the motion splitting her lips to reveal her teeth. A bit shyly now in a larger group, she nods. "Greetings" she states. Looking back up to Ion. "An interesting night indeed."

Pietee has arrived. Decoria has arrived.

Adil grins. "Good plan," he says to Katja. And then, to Bashar, "Hey! Well, I do what I can. The booze is from the bar, but I'll keep ordering it as we run out." His smile is warm to Ion and Aure, and he invites them to "Help yourself to food or drink. This here," he nods to Katja, "is the hero of the hour. And, uh, there'll be music when I get drunk enough to subject you all to my singing."

Ion wanders in with a sleepy sort of smile. "Well, they certainly don't disappoint" he marvels, blue eyes lightly flickering towards the spread of all sorts of delicious goodies. As Katja is introduced his grin only spreads. "I assume -this- is the famous author of the Thin Dragons Orations?" he inquires of Adil.

Bashar drifts his way over to the food and helps himself to a tart. A cherry tart, not the Honorias who walked in behind him. It is, after all, a public bar. And he hasn't spotted them yet. "Ah, so you'd be Katja, then?" he asks of the Cockatrice woman. "Pleased to meet you. Way to twist the Dringles' tails."

"I'd like to aid in the getting drunk, if possible," says a voice from the doorway, where a pair of Honoriae have appeared. Pietee is the speaker, and there's bright mischief in her eyes as she says so. "Honoria House would like to cover a round in honour of Mes Katja and her perfectly wonderful way with words."

Katja grins at everyone as she's introduces, "That's me. Katja, the Wildcat. Lord Aeryk helped me think of my Gladiatin' name. Nice to meet y'al. None of you fine folks knows where I can get a long wig, do ya? I need... to go under cover..." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. The lunatic is planning something else!

Upon hearing such words, Aure blushes slightly, "She wrote a book?" She questions Ion, "About the Gold Dragons?" She is hesitant to relinquish her hold on Ion now, her gaze flitting to the rather pleased woman. Even as she continues on, the young woman smiles a bit nervously. "I am going to get something to drink.." she says to Ion, releasing him as she starts for the spread of goods.

Decoria, the quieter of the Honoria pair, just shakes her head, shooting Pietee an amused look. "Only one?"

Adil's eyes are drawn to the door as the Lovely Ladies of the Night arrive, and his face lights. "Mes Pietee!" he says, looking faintly flabbergasted, but recovering quickly. "And Mes Decoria. I -- It is good to see you both again." He takes a moment to blink at Decoria, refixing her status in his brain. He looks... pleased, mostly. "We're honored."

Bashar gives a little snort. "Wildcat. Works," he acknowledges, grabbing up one of the whiskey and using it to salute first Katja, then the offer of Honoria drinks...from Pietee. "Oh, Pietee...Nice to see you here." He looks a little surprised to see the Honorias as well, but also pleased. "And...Mes Decoria, was it?" He lifts his glass briefly to them, then tosses it back, getting the drinking Adil seemed to be hoping for underway.

"No. She made some very interesting speeches in the forum that tied the thin dragons in knots. They're -still- squirming." Ion says to Aure with a laugh, not exactly bothering to keep his voice down. "Mes Wildcat here caused -quite- a scuffle." But then the Honorias enter, and he slowly pivots to face them. There's a pause, the barest little tilt of his head to one side, and then a smile followed by a bow. "An honor."

"Well, one thing at a time, Cori dear," Pietee replies with a laugh, before stepping forward to beam brightly at Adil, Bashar, and the company in general. "And, well, we just -couldn't- stay out of something like this, Mer Adil. There's neutrality, and then there's standing by your friends and having a good laugh when the dragons are chewing on their own tails. Whiskey work for you?"

"It was ... what do you call it when you get positive reinforcement for doin' bad things?" Katja asks, grinning. "I must confess, all the attention makes me want to do something else. Plus, all the hysterical speeches and judgments ain't helping my self control. It's like... the siren call of a raspberry tart when you are hungry."

To Bashar, Adil notes, "Mes Decoria is the one who helped me write the song. She's good at that sort of thing." He grins at Pietee. "Whiskey's great," he says. "They are chewing on their tails, aren't they? Trying to flame a gnat and burning off their own ba--feet."

Aure pauses on her way to the table of food. She studies the two women, not knowing anything of them. The young Mes takes up an ale, looking at it a moment before taking a sip of it. The young mes smiles a bit and then moves back towards Ion with drink in hand.

Decoria smiles warmly at Adil. "A pleasure to see you again as well, Mer Adil," she greets. "We just had to come by and see how things were going." She turns to Bashar and bobs her head a little, response to the lifted glass. "It was."

Bashar ahhs sagely at Adil and, when he picks up his next glass of whiskey, lifts it to Decoria in salutation before downing it. Big as he is, the effects of the alcohol seem not to be impacting him much yet. He gives a brief chuckle at Katja. "At this point, you don't need to do much; just watch 'em get more and more worked up, and look stupider and stupider."

Zinara makes her way into the bar, a mixture of amusement and curiosity dancing through her amber-green eyes, late as she is. She is, afterall, Cockatrice, and this is about Gold Dragons. Talk about drawing gnats to a flame. The mes flashes a smile and bows her head to those gathered, offering a polite, "Hello."

Adil tosses back his whiskey, then grins again at Bashar. "So," he says. "You wanna hear the song? I'll see if I can do it without, y'know, swallowing my tongue." As he mellows, the cook's expression relaxes into an ever broader smile. "I never really know how to start these things, y'know?"

Katja is just keeping a steady enough drink so that she can keep her mellow. Bashar's words causes a bob of her head though and she grins, "S'true." And then she lifts her glass to Adil, "Oh yea, I want to hear the song!"

"What's this about a song?" Pietee wonders, turning from her ordering of whiskey times eight at the bar to regard Decoria with a smile of pure mischief and speculation both. The whiskey arrived, she snags one glass for herself, then lets the tray loose to circle the room. "I believe, with alcohol involved, standing on a chair may be necessary."

Ion flashes a roguish grin in Zinara's direction. "Mes Decoria" he notes, to Decoria, before taking a proper seat. He spares a glance for Aure to make certain she is properly settled in before he leans forward. "Let's hear it, Mer." the young man chimes in. His grin spreads still further. "We can even grade it when you're done."

Bashar chuckles and makes an open handed gesture at Adil, as he keeps refreshing his whiskey glass. Getting properly drunk requires a certain degree of application. "Give us a song then! If it makes the Dragons look silly, you'll probably have to sing it a couple times so we can join in."

Adil laughs. "I, uh, don't think that'd be real safe for me," he tells Pietee, though he does push to his feet, leaning unsteadily on his cane's support. "But gimme a minute and I'll, uh." He gestures to the stage, then makes his way over towards it, hobbling up the stairs a bit clumsily. He rests a hand on the wall for support, then glances down at Decoria. Stand straight, deep breaths, sing from the gut, right? He gives it a go.

Adil sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

"Took a city, stole a city, took another
Tried to take a woman, but so stupid that they got her brother
Beat a cripple, beat a baby, eight-on-one
Bullies beat the helpless, but Olympic-time can't beat a drum


Seized the moment, seized a city, loaded wagons
Mighty dragons, braggy, cannot read-or-writey dragons
Don't know laws, and don't know facts, and don't know class
Need a guide, a lamp, two hands to tell their faces from their ass


(But so might I...)

Hurt their feelings, hurt their pride, and called them poor?
They built the room themselves, unlocked it: we just pushed the door
Dinky dwagons, little lizards, baby boys
Cross them? They'll run crying home and taking with them alllll their toys"

Aure seems to focus in on the one face she has known for only ten minutes. She takes a quick seat next to Ion and cradles her drink in both hands. In silence she is glad to listen and as the Gold Dragons are brought up again, the woman seems to move a bit nervously. She leans over to Ion to whisper to him, worry shining in her jade gaze.

(cheers for Adil)

Katja shouts, "Tried to take a woman, but so stupid they got her brother! ahahahahahah!"

Katja HAS NO volume control. Especially when she's roaring with laughter. "Need a guide, a lamp, and two hands to tell their faces from their ass. That's brilliant. That's /brilliant/."

Pietee listens with eyes growing rapidly more and more wide and lit with growing glee. Halfway through she lifts her hands to her mouth to keep the laughter in. Shortly after that, she lets it out, repeating "A guide, a lamp, two hands to tell their faces from their ass...!" with much approval. "Oh, I -need- to learn this. Sing it again!"

Decoria's encouraging smile blossoms into a grin, and she puts her hands together to applaud the performance through her own laughter.

Adil does not swallow his tongue! It is a minor triumph. He also manages not to start cracking up until the end, at which point he cannot help laughing, and lifts a whiskey glass in salute to Katja. "One more time," he tells Pietee. "It's pretty simple." He opens his mouth as if to sing again, but starts to laugh and needs a minute to get control.

Zinara can't help but twitter at the song, clapping her hands together briefly. "Oh mer, that is just /great/!" She goes on in agreement with the others, "Surely, you'll go again to teach us?"

Bashar is laughing silently by the second line, holding his amusement in so he can listen while his shoulders shake. When the song is done, he applauds without restraint. "Oh, by Drik's black balls, yes," he says. "Sing it again!" He turns on Decoria. "You wanna join him this time? You helped with the song-writing, right, so you gotta know it...?"

Anorna has arrived.

Adil downs his whiskey, belches, and then rallies himself to try again.

Katja focuses, glad she's not had too much to pay attention to the lyrics so she can learn it. "Again again!" She claps some more and grabs an ale, because it's booze for learning, while whiskey is booze for fogetting!

Adil sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Katja tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for her, and she loses track of the words.

Sotiris has arrived.

"Oh, do, -do-," Pietee encourages, raising a glass in a toast. "I think this may end up on my permanent repertoire for... oh, a long time." Near the end of the second round through, she tries to join in herself.

Pietee tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for her, and she loses track of the words.

Katja doesn't know how to carry a tune, but she tries anyway!

Pietee clearly needs to practice a little more first!

Anorna waddles her way into the Inn with her son strapped onto her back. Corjavi is comfortable in his little baby pack, but he looks at everyone with an angry and annoyed expression, as if they all just interrupted his whole life and should suffer for it. Anorna listens to all of the singing and blinks as she tries to figure out the words.

Decoria sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of her head and a wicked glint in her eyes, Decoria sings a version to delight the masses.

Ion bursts out laughing as well, though as in nearly all things his manner is just a trifle subdued. "Brilliant. Now if only you could get the -rest- of the city singing it." At this point, however, his brow creases in concern. "I understand, Mes Aure. The walk down by the river -was- chilling. I will escort you home." Rising to his feet, he offers an apologetic sort of bow. "Please, excuse me. Mes Wildcat? The honor was -entirely- mine." And then he turns to make his departure. Humming 'Dinky Dwagons' under his breath. Just a trifle slowly.

Bashar sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Zinara sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Pietee sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Sotiris's quiet as he walks into the place listening as people rise up in song about the Gold Dragons.. He's silent, as he sits off to the side.

Decoria does not need much encouragement to join in. To keep her laughter in, however - well, she manages 'til the end, and makes an attempt to smother the fit behind her hand.

Katja grins broadly at Ion, showing all her teeth, "That's right! Or well, mine too. I like meetin' folks. Be safe out there. If you see any Thin Dragons, just throw a stenis into the air. They'll prolly fall on themselves to get to it and leave you alone."

Now everyone is singing, and, laughing again, Adil makes his way down from the stage, stumbling against the bar and catching himself heavily before swinging around to a seat. "This is fabulous," he says cheerfully. "I was hoping it'd catch on. All Decoria's work, really. She's got the skill."

Aure blinks, setting down her glass. She rises slowly, looking a bit surprised as she glances between the others and Ion. "A pleasure." she says quickly to the new faces. The mes dips a quick curtsey, graceful as always and takes Ion's warm. She glances back, a bit concerned at first and then offers a smile.

PH emit: What's that you hear? Singing from the Lost Ferry Inn? That's right! There's a good and jolly sing-song time coming from the Inn and those who walk by report the song has something to do with Dinky little...dragons? People gathered are passing around booze and teaching each other the words through their snickering and bawdy singing! Come now and you can learn the song too!

Katja confers quietly with Pietee to get some pointers on carrying a tune, and then she claps once and hollers, "Who wants to take this song on the road? I think we could make a nice walk through the city, singing to folk and ... entertaining them too!"

Bashar joins in the great chorus of 'Dinky Dwagons' that seems to have the Lost Ferry rolling. Bashar's voice is hearty, if not exceptionally skilled. "But SO might IIIIII!" he sings with gusto, then grabs another whiskey and flops into a seat, shaking his head with amusement. As he hears Adil sitting, he lifts his glass. "To Adil and Decoria for that feckin' song! Here's a round on me!" And he tosses stenis for more whiskey on the counter while he drinks another.

Pietee vents a long sigh of great contentment after the third time proves the charm in terms of her picking up the lyrics. "Oooh, I -like- the way you think, Mes Katja. And surely we can carry enough whiskey and ale for the roads, hmm?"

Sotiris seems quite happy to listen to the festivities. He listens to the singers, to the song- looking over to Bashar- raising a glass of something to him.

Puritee has arrived.

Adil praised Decoria because 'The genius is all hers!'!

Zielik has arrived.

Zinara praised Adil because 'For composing such a ridiculous and fitting song!'!

Zinara praised Decoria because 'For composing such a ridiculous and fitting song!'!

Corjavi does not sing. But he does start to wail angriy as more people do. Anorna hums the words and finds a place to sit down, lest she wants to have a baby right here and now. Looking towards Bashar, she heads his way and plops herself down to sit.

Zielik walks into the bar after hearing singing from outside. "what's ----- on? i heard singing."

Bashar praised Adil because 'Hahahaha. DINKY DWAGONS!'!

Puritee has heard of something about Dinky Dwagons filtering around the Palace District and peeks into the bar to hear the new song for herself.

Katja praised Adil because 'Dinky Dwagons! Tried to take a woman, but so stupid that they got her brother! THAT'S FECKIN' BRILLIANT, MATE!'!

Pietee praised Decoria because 'Truly, she's captured the mood of the people... or, well, all of them who aren't stuck with their heads up their backsides. Although like the song says... who could tell?'!

Zielik says "- miss the song, I want to ----- it too"

Adil laughs again, fairly drunkenly this time, listing faintly sideways off his barstool. He grins in absolute delight at Bashar, snorting out through guffaws, "This is a great party."

Katja sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Dalinuel has arrived.

Pietee sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Decoria tsks quietly, and shakes her head at Adil. "Not hardly," she replies with a grin. "A tune's nothing without lyrics. And you've quite the talent for those!"

Zielik claps to the song. "-- oh teach me the song please, - ---- -- sing it too!"

"You're both brilliant," Pietee pronounces, wandering over to press two glasses of whiskey upon the creative duo.

Dalinuel finds The Place to Be by following the sound of drunken singing. He gets out his flute and starts listening carefully.

Zielik sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Decoria spies Puritee as she steps in, and raises one hand to wave the younger woman over.

Katja belts it out again as the song makes another round through the bar, cheering again, "We should take it to the streets! Everyone should learn the masterpiece! Oh my head is entirely too clear..." She reaches for another drink. Her buzz is leaving! "Seriously though, anyone know where I can get a long wig to borrow for a short time?"

Ooh. More whiskey! Adil downs it without much thinking.

Bashar is settled back in a seat with a frequently refilled glass of whiskey. "Feckin' right it is. Dinky Dwagons," he says shaking his head. "The drinks probably help too." He joins in another round cheerfully, waving his glass vaguely in Anorna's direction, encouraging her to join in for no other reason than that she is nearby.

Bashar sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Puritee sees Decoria's wave and wanders over near her. "Interesting song." she muses softly, violet eyes peering over the crowd.

Dalinuel listens some more and puts his flute away. "You cannot play that on a flute. You would need a drum. A BIG drum," he smiles.

Anorna puts a hand on her belly as she listens to the others. She doesn't sing out loud right now, but merely hums along. Until Bashar waves a glass at her. Then, Anorna raises a brow and says quietly, in her heavily-accented Firan, "Not know the words."

Zinara takes up a glass to toast Decoria and Adil both, before taking a drink herself. She can't help herself, so she laughs quite a bit. "Ahaha, this is lovely." The Delphinus rolls her eyes as she goes on, "And did you /hear/ that judgement? Right before Lord Cortik's-" She purposely leaves out Governor, "meeting in /our/ city."

Zielik slaps along with the song as he sings it, he laughs when he reachs the end of the song. "I love this new song, silly Dinky Dwagons."

Zinara drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.

Dalinuel sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of his head and a wicked glint in his eyes, Dalinuel sings a version to delight the masses.

Decoria turns to eye Katja speculatively, head canting slightly to one side. "What colour wig are you looking for?" she asks, voice raised a touch to carry over the general din.

Katja lifts her glass to Zinara, "Damned straight, I did. Mighty mighty big of them to give a meeting in our city that they are holding unjustly!" The more she drinks, the better her grammar gets. And as Decoria asks about the wig, she moseys over to murmur...

Adil snorts at Zinara. "Right," he says, the word slightly slurred. "Cause it's all a plot, y'know. Gainst the poor and donna-- danea-- doonatroden dragons. Poooooooooor babies."

Bashar gestures at the food. "Have a bite to eat, and listen close, then," he advises Anorna, helping himself to another of the tarts as he does so. And...another whiskey. "Adil made the food, organized the party, got the song written. Great feckin' party."

"I was particularly fond of the notion that this wasn't the voice of the people," Pietee agrees, with an arch roll of her eyes. "I believe Katja's quite right -- we should all go out a-marching and a-singing, and see what -that- fetches up."

Zielik laughs and sings the last line of the song again. "Dinky dwagons, ------ lizards, baby boys Cross ----- ------- run ------ home and taking with them alllll their toys"

Adan has arrived.

No one has to tell Anorna to eat tarts twice. She grabs one and nibbles on it, before giving a corner to Corjavi to eat. Then, she listens very closely to Bashar's words, trying to memorize them all. When she's comfortable enough, she sings the song very quietly, not wanting to look like a fool if she butchers the words. And she butchers words often.

Zinara sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Anorna sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of her head and a wicked glint in her eyes, Anorna sings a version to delight the masses.

Zielik sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of his head and a wicked glint in his eyes, Zielik sings a version to delight the masses.

Puritee continues standing in the shadow of Decoria and Pietee. The young woman again sweeps a violet glance around the room, landing on Katja. A shy smile stays glued to her lips as people sing the new song of the year.

Zielik mischievously and tauntingly sings the song Fluffy Donkey, telling the tale of the brave and far-too-pink, stola-wearing donkey who will SAVE THE WORLD!

Dalinuel claps along and cheers for the people he knows as they sing the new song!

"A good day," says Adan with a nod to the bartender, giving him a smile. He waves for a whiskey for himself, listening to the Gold Dragon songs fill the air.

Decoria shakes her head slightly, still laughing. "I do wonder how many folk would fall in to join..." she muses, before leaning in to murmur to Katja in return.

Adil laughs again as another chorus of the song goes up, reaching over to grab a tart from the bar. "Cause that's her... style, right?" he says to Katja. "Been a... yeah. She's that. And no one but her could hate the dragons and their... stupid. Dragon stuff."

Adil drinks 1 mead.

Zielik laughs and starts to sing about the pink fluffy donley too just to add to the noise of the room.

Amadea has arrived.

Anorna seems to sing the song better than she thought she would and beams, as if amazed by her own awesomeness. "Did hear that?" She asks Bashar excitedly.

Pietee is taking a little break to wet her lips and throat prior to joining in on the songs again, and notes to Decoria something in a more serious undertone before she joins back into the fun again. "I really think we -must- spread this further than the Cockatrice district. I mean, even if one believes that nonsense about secret cabals, one that spans the entire -republic-? When does a cabal stop being a cabal?"

Bashar lets out a snigger as new choruses of the song keep starting up, over and over. "Nice," he says, lifting his glass in salute to Anorna's rendition. "Ah, I can't wait to see a Gold Dragon hear this song. Can you imagine Lord Zafir goin' all purple in the face? I figure he'd just about fall outta his chair."

Pietee seems to mutter to Decoria, ".... . wonderful ... . ..... ....... we ...... .... .... ... ..... .. ...... .... .... .. .... to bed ........"

Katja whispers back with Decoria! Whisper whisper, and then she grins at Puritee, whoever she is. Katja is just a grinner. "So, we takin' it on the road? That mes right there nailed it." She points at Anorna, "She's got the spirit for it. Let her lead our singing troupe!"

Anorna hums the song and turns when Corjavi starts to scream in her ear. She mutters something to him in another language, and the boy quiets just slightly. But not too much.

Zielik says "yea, let's go sing it to the first golden dragon -- see"

Adil seems stuck by Bashar's words, which are far funnier to the cook than they probably ought to be. He laughs. And laughs. And laughs. And slides slideways half-off his stool, just catching himself. Still laughing.

Puritee catches only a bit of the mutterings from her sisters. She drinks down a whiskey in one clean gulp and her eyes widen. "Take to where tonight?" she asks, her voice a loud little whisper towards Pietee.

Sotiris seems to have heard enough, starting to stand and leave. He does not seem bothered by the merry-making, but quietly he steps out, after paying for his drink. He seems fine with just smiling.

Bashar reaches out, alarmed, to make a grab at Adil's arm to be sure he doesn't slide completely off his stool. Then he laughs too, having had a reasonable amount to drink himself. "Man, you are shloshed."

Decoria ducks her head in a laugh, then straightens to whisper back to Katja. Pietee's murmur gets a solemn nod, however, before Decoria reaches to settle an arm around Puritee's shoulders. "Join ---" she encourages. "It's a good night for it."

"Can I tempt you with some of the cherry tarts, Mer Adil?" Pietee wonders, offering some over with a winsome little smile that is not at -all- attempting to get food into the boneless drunk before he falls off his chair.

Puritee lowers her dark lashes to hide her eyes as she murmurs something quietly to Decoria.

Anorna looks up as she spots Adan looking over at her and she stares at him for a little while. Then, she sort of waves, or makes a gesture towards him of some sort. Then Corjavi yanks on her hair and she's suddenly distracted.

"Yeah, well, you're shoshl--shlo--sloshed, too," Adil manages to get out. As Pietee offers tarts, he turns to blink up at the imposing beauty of the Honoria. He blinks up at her, faintly mesmerized by the bosum and not really thinking about tarts.

"Ah. Mes Anorna." Adan makes his way on over towards the woman at the bar and her toddler. "You're well, I hope? I figured I would come by and join in the Clan's revelry."

Decoria looks a bit chagrined at something that comes up in her brief, whispered conversation with Puritee.

Anorna looks down at her very nearly expecting self and shrugs one of her shoulders, "Little hurty." Corjavi stares over Anorna's shoulder at Adan and scowls at him as well. Angrily. Rar! "But okay. You? They not do this in Hydra Clan."

Puritee nods her head once more rather solemnly, "Aye, tis on my list of things to learn."

Bashar lets out a laugh that is distressingly close to a giggle. Bashar has enough of a sense of his own dignity left to quickly clear his throat. It doesn't keep him from reaching for another whiskey, however. "Oh, Lord Adan...Uh, welcome to the party! D'you wanna learn the song? Mes Anorna sings it real good," he says, nodding encouragingly at her.

Anorna sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of her head and a wicked glint in her eyes, Anorna sings a version to delight the masses.

Anorna sings it again, for giggles.

Pietee's bosom says "Tarts?" Or, rather, Pietee does, and lifts the tray into range of Adil's bleary sight. "Although," she admits with a laugh. "I suppose it would be a more meaningful honour if I wasn't offering you your own food. And Katja?" she calls over as Anorna sings again. "I think you're right about finding our choir leader!"

Katja had a thought, but she's forgotten what it was. Instead, she hears Anorna singing the song again, and starts to dance very badly. Her arms flap and flail. "We need a dancer to make the Gold Dragon dance now...." She says to no one in particular. "Something with lots of arm flailing and hysterics."

Katja grins at Pietee, when the words reach her over the arm flailing dance... "She's good at it!"

From somewhere nearby, a woman SQUEEEEEEEEALS in a high-pitched manner that causes dogs to howl.

Zinara, nowhere near drunk, turns as attention is brought to Adan and she dips into a curtsey, offering him a smile. "Hello Lord Adan." Then Katja starts to dance and laughter bursts forward! "What a lovely idea! Though I cannot say I could make one myself." Instead she throws back a drink and does a dance herself.

Anorna points at herself, ""e?""

From somewhere nearby, you hear a dog bark! "YAP YAP YAP!"

Zinara dances the Cockatrice Caper, merrily displaying her clan spirit with enthusiasm and gusto!

Adan glances over towards Pietee and her -- tarts -- for a moment. But he looks back to Anorna. "You sing it well," he agrees. "Oh. Yes. Mes. Hello," he nods to Zinara.

Tia steps into the bar.

"See?" Bashar says, gesturing at Anorna for Adan's benefit. "Adil wrote it. The lyrics. Mes Decoria did the song. 'S funny." Then he winces at the squealing and frowns at the door.

Adil takes a tart, still having a hard time pulling his gaze from the spectacle of that cleavage. He manages, though, with difficulty, giving a puppydog smile up at Pietee.

Tia bounds into the inn with dogs and squeals! She claps her hands and bounces. "A party!?" she asks, quite ever oh so very excited. "A party! How thrilling!"

Katja hears squealing and turns to look toward the door, and then turns to reach for some whiskey as she bellows, "Again!" And sings...

Katja sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Yosun steps into the bar.

Adil stares at Tia in blank disbelief for a moment, then looks at his whiskey glass, then Bashar. "Uh, d'you, uh, see that too?" he asks, faintly incredulous.

Tia sits down somewhere - wherever - and the dogs climb into Tia's lap. Which evidently is also home to a bunny. Some servant gets the bunny.

Yosun makes his way in several paces behind Tia, a scowl planted across his lips as his cane raps forcefully upon the floor. The elderly Gold Dragon gazes out across the party with a critical eye, his frown only seeming to deepen as he scans the scene. "Well, I suppose there's nothing wrong with a little good-natured ribbing!" Yosun exclaims to no one in particular, balancing himself upon his cane.

Anorna blushes a little bit when everyone says she sings well and looks down into her lap. "Thank you. Am not very good. Just little good." She whispers something to Adan, which sounds like a mush of words, and then reaches back to pry her hair out of Corjavi's hands. When everyone starts to sing again, Anorna claps and sings again as well. She's so oblivious sometimes. "Maybe if Hydrans sing more, they be happier!" She suggests to no one in particular.

Anorna tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for her, and she loses track of the words.

Pietee motions to a cheerful bowyer and they engage in brief conversation.

Decoria stares for a moment. Just /stares/. And then blinks once, as though to clear her vision. "...Huh."

Pietee looks vaguely baffled as Tia bounces in. "Does she -really- not know...?" she wonders to the little knot of people around her. But then Katja sings. And Yosun speaks. And Pietee speaks up with a "Well said, Lord Yosun!"

Bashar looks around at Tia, his glass of whiskey halfway to his lips, then lowers it. "Yeah," he confirms to Adil, suddenly feeling rather more sober. "I see." He rubs at his chin for a moment, then shrugs. "This is our district," he notes to the cook. "They ain't stoppin' /me/ from enjoyin' a party." He does not, however, immediately join Katja. Just has another drink.

Adan turns his head and frowns at Anorna. He seems, well, if not angry, then perhaps a bit confused with an edge to it.

"What do see?" Anorna asks as she looks around to see this thing too. All she sees are doggies, which she wiggles her fingers at. Doggies!

Adil blinks at Bashar, then turns to stare again at the Gold Dragons. Then he sucks down a glass of ale. And sings again.

Adil tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for him, and he loses track of the words.

Puritee murmurs something to Decoria, after tugging on the woman's arm.

Yosun shoots his eyes over towards Pietee, a brief smile finding its way onto his lips but quickly fading. The elderly Gold Dragon then begins to navigate over towards where the drinks are kept, his cane rapping its way upon the ground the whole way. Passing by where Tia is seated, the elderly man offers a kind half-bow. "Lady Firgalik, always an enchantment at any social event!"

Zalman has arrived.

Another voice is enough encouragement for Bashar. He joins in, though his voice is a little unsteady with the alcohol he has consumed.

Bashar sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Zinara hums a bit to herself as then waves over a messenger, to send one off somewhere, a smile upon her lips. She nods to him and snags a drink. When Zalman arrives, she waves over and makes her way to him. "Daddy! There's this wonderful song--" And Bashar begins to sing it, so she flicks her hand his way.

Decoria clamps one hand against her mouth to keep from dissolving into giggles at the whisper. "Two," she replies, expression thoughtful.

Anorna continues to whisper to Adan and then leans forward some in discomfort. She looks slightly pained for a half of second and squeezes Adan's arm until it goes away. Corjavi lets go of Anorna's hair, which falls over her shoulder in wild curls as she leans forward. ""aybe should sing ------"

Anorna sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Puritee gets a fried cake and takes a bit of it before finishing it. "Maybe three if it's fattened up." she decides.

Decoria, hearing another chorus go up, raises her own voice to join in.

Katja climbs up onto a stool and then onto the bar to continue her dance. Let the Gold Dragons invade the Cockatrice tavern to bust up the party, Katja always was braver than smart. Of course, now she has to think of something smart to say, which may take a few seconds. And until then, she just shakes her booty on the bar while the others sing. "Hurt their feelings, hurt their pride, called them poor!" That does get some amplification from the Katja Maw of Mayhem.

Decoria sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of her head and a wicked glint in her eyes, Decoria sings a version to delight the masses.

Pietee looks about to have an idea. In fact, she says as much, head lifted and a grin on her fine features. "I think someone should go teach Lord Yosun the lyrics!" But then, starting forward, she must necessarily pass the full and glittering sparkle of Tia and funks out. Decidedly. Back she scampers to her corner and sits, very, very quietly.

Zalman listens and chuckles at the song. He smiles briefly as he does so. nods towards Zinara "interesting song..." he smiles briefly

Cortik has arrived.

Puritee tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for her, and she loses track of the words.

Tia motions for Yosun to come near to her.

Puritee doesn't know how to sing! Oh no! But, she makes a lilting mess of the song.

Adil grins up at Katja, delighted, then bellows, stridently and (it must be said) drunkenly. "SARKARAN IS OURS."

"What a dreadful song! I would never learn such lyrics - and besides, I am too old to learn new things!" Yosun exclaims with a slight touch of humor, spotting Tia's beckoning and beginning to make his way over with raps of his ornamented cane upon the floor. "Ah!"

Adil shouts, "SARKARAN IS OURS!"

Dalinuel enters 'Fly on the Wall' mode. With these Gold Dragons showing up and all these Cockatrice, an undeersized Bear could find himself squashed.

Adan makes his way forward towards Lady Tia. "So good of you to come, Lady Firgalik. Come to celebrate with us, I suppose, the realization that Sarakan rightfully belongs to the Cockatrice?"

Cortik comes in with a swagger and immediately spots Lady Firgalik and Lord Yosun. He approaches them and gives a smile to the others as he comments loudly, "Sarkaran is NOT and are quite relieved on that fact!"

Zinara sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Rally has arrived.

Katja shouts, "Gods bless the existence of treaties and that Sarkaran will return to the rightful clan! ALL THE WRONGFULLY ABSORBED WILL BE RETURNED!"

Pietee seems to mutter to Decoria, ".. ...... start .. go we ...... ... ....... out ... .... and get .... .. ... ..... ..... as ... ...."

"Lord Adan," Tia says evenly, looking up at Sadin's bastard. "I think someone is calling you." She points elsewhere.

Zinara cheers Katja!

Bashar rises to his feet, pauses for a moment to be sure of his balance, then notes, "I'd love ta teach anyone the lyrics," he offers in the direction of the Gold Dragons and sings again, grinning at the many Gold Dragon guards filtering in.

Bashar tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for him, and he loses track of the words.

Puritee cants her head towards Pietee's mutter, getting a few choice words. Her rosebud lips form a little pout, but she continues to have a few stolen sips of extra whiskey.

Adil cheers Katja!

Tia sits down at Large Table.

Zalman sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of his head and a wicked glint in his eyes, Zalman sings a version to delight the masses.

Amadea continues her silent observation of the party over the rim of her slowly draining glass of cider. From her lovely seat in the back, out of most of the danger of thrown furniture or punches that are sure to erupt quite soon.

Yosun rolls his eyes at one exchange or another, navigating his way back over towards the wine with nearly-violent raps of his cane upon the bar's floor. "Some of these partygoers have forgotten their manners, I see!" He observes to the crowd at large.

Tarquin has arrived.

Tarquin is not a Cockatrice. He is, in fact, yet another Gold Dragon, though not a noble one. And he has on a really colorful pouch. Really. Colorful.

"Our party, our rules!" Adil hollers in response to Yosun's words. "You don't like the truth, hide in your own district! Sarkaran is COCKATRICE!"

Anorna remains seated and watches as everyone sings and drinks. When Adan moves way from her, she bites her lip and looks back to Bashar a little worriedly.

Tia squeals, "It's the birthday boy!"

Tia spots Tarquin and claps! And Squeals!

Katja isn't about to stop now. She looks at her fellow Cockatrice citizens and bellows, "It's time for my favorite game! You all want to play, right? Let's play name that clan! You all know how to play it, right? I yell out what clan is known for and you all shout out the name of the clan!"

Adil cheers Katja!

Cortik nods shortly to Yosun, "The Cockatrice are losing their manners almost as readily as they lose their cities. Sarkaran is GOLD DRAGON!" he yells back.

"We have some wonderful songs for you to learn," comments Adan. "I am sure that anyone would be happy to teach you --" He thinks. "What is it? 'Dinky Dwagons'?"

Puritee cheers Katja!

Adil sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Puritee is all for games and she gives a racous cheer for Katja.

Zinara cheers Katja!

Tarquin looks a little overwhelmed by the number of people, Cockatrice people, in the room. He doesn't look exceedingly happy to be here. In fact, he plugs his fingers in his ears as he scurries over to where Tia, and quite possibly Cortik and Yosun, are.

Zalman cheers Katja!

Bashar gets tongue twisted and gestures towards Zalman. "Maybe y'should learn from him," he admits, his words pressing together a little. He moves over not far from the Gold Dragon crowd, but outside the mass of guards. "It's COCKATRICE, you ten year old simpleton!" he barks at Cortik. And that is, perhaps, a little personal. "It feckin' MEANS 'City of the feckin' COCKATRICE!'"

Bashar shouts, "COCKATRICE ... COCKATRICE!"

Zinara cheers Bashar! Zalman cheers Bashar!

Yosun finds his way to a drink, tossing a few stenis to the barkeep as he takes a tankard of mead into his hand. The old man then makes his way back over to where Tia and Tarquin are located, ale in one hand and cane in the other. "Oh, everything is so loud!"

Anorna reaches over and grabs Bashar by his arm when he starts to shout. He's closer to her. She tries to yank him down to whisper something to him.

Adil cheers Bashar!

Tia's guards start to get a little antsy. One whispers something to her and she lifts a brow at him, holding her hand up. One eye is on the woman, the pregnant woman, near the shouting man.

Cortik leans in and whispers to Tia

Zalman looks over "Someone need to learn a song a dance?"

Tarquin reaches Tia's side, increasingly unhappy as he goes. He cautiously removes his fingers from his ears. "Lady Firgalik, may I please go home? It's too loud here, there's too many people."

Pietee isn't laughing now. She's laughing even less as she spots Tarquin, child dragged into the midst of the crowd, and mutters something urgent to Decoria again.

Pietee mutters, "....... ..... brought a -child- in ..... .... ...... ... ..... ..... ...... ... him as . right? ... .... ..... right?"

Aeryk has arrived.

Decoria considers, canting her head slightly. After a moment she opines, her tone even and pleasant, "They're right, we all are being rude. We should buy the Gold Dragons a round, for coming out to the revelry. It's only polite, ----- all."

Katja stomps on the bar once, twice, three times and then bellows...

Katja shouts, "So enamored of their gold and platinum that they have to make charities to feed their people so that it doesn't cut into their Jewelry Fund?"

Bashar is not in the mood to be yanked by Anorna and, despite being a little tipsy, he is a lot bigger than the pregnant Cockatrice woman. He jerks his arm away from her hand, though Anorna distracts him for a moment. "What? I dunno," he answers, before looking around again at the Gold Dragons and singing again, belting out the words. His tone, as he sings, is definitely not so much a friendly ribbing tone as he sings it rather close to one of the guards.

Adil shouts, "GOLD DRAGON!"

Katja shouts, "THE BUTCHERS OF SCIRLUT SAY WHAAAAT?"

Bashar sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Emma has arrived.

"I hear your name being called, Lady Firgalik. Perhaps back in the Gold Dragon District. But surely you can hold your own wonderful rival party, don't you think?" Adan smiles.

Tia has long since moved on. Adan speaks not to her -- she has both turned away and looked away.

Adil slams his cane on the ground as he bellows his answer. "Greedy bastards!" he tacks on.

Cortik looks at Bashar and pushes past his guards, "Is that so, you oversized brute? Perhaps they have been teaching you Cockatrice Commoners the words Gold Dragon really mean Cockatrice simply to make you feel better about the sad state of your clan? Would you like some free reading lessons? I'm sure I can pay for a teacher for you."

Anorna frowns at Bashar and kicks his shin boldly. Then, because he's not a help, she tries to stand up, fumbling a bit as he does. "Adan!"

Puritee frowns as a young child is brought into the racous party and even further when he asks to leave. She murmurs something else to Decoria.

Tarquin plugs his fingers back in his ears, and scrunches his eyes shut, not really enjoying the party too much. He's standing where Tia was standing before.

Katja shouts, "Let's all drink a round to the Gold Dragons! Envoys of terror, rape and destruction!"

Adil cheers Katja! Cortik disses Katja!

Anorna shouts, "ADAN!"

Yosun casts a look of concern over towards Tarquin, clearing his throa and glancing somewhat disapprovingly between Tarquin and Tia. "Ahem." Yosun then ehars Katja's call, a large smirk spreading over his features before he drinks. "I, Yosun Manosik, am for at least two of those!"

Yosun cheers Katja!

Anorna shouts for Adan over the noisy crowd. Jeeze. Service around here.

Aeryk has perhaps received a message and perhaps heard diluted rumors, but when he steps briskly into the bar, with his cloak flapping behind him and his guards trailing him at a near distance - he surely does not expect what he runs into. He stops near the door. And stares.

Bashar sneers at Cortik, and stays where he is. "Go back home an' beat a woman. If ya FIND one without feckin' up and gettin' her BROTHER!" he shouts at the Lord Governor of Sarkaran. He is, however, possessed of just enough sense to keep his hands by his sides.

Amadea blinks her eyes slowly and finishes the rest of her cider before placing the empty cup back down on her table, murmuring to herself under her breath. She doesn't look angry, or suprised for that matter. She does look somewhat disappointed.

Adil lets out a wordless roar of approval for Katja's words, then bellows in a (slightly) more literate response. "No law! No class! No brains! City-stealing bastards! Sarkaran is OURS!"

Amadea mutters, "....... .. ... damned .........."

Puritee hears Bashar's shout and frowns, moving a bit closer to Pietee and Decoria. She intends to move when they move.

Dalinuel looks around as he hears mes Amadea's voice and waves.

Emma barrels her way into the Lost Ferry Inn, looking rather... disheveled, let's say. Her face is red, her eyes are wild, and her hair is unevenly cut and in an extreme state of disarray - sans hairpins, even. Probably too short for hairpins. She stands near the entrance for a moment, then hustles her way into the fray.

Despite the noise and the overall craziness, Tia spots Anorna. Mostly because she was near Bashar, who is causing quite a stir! The former princess stands slowly and gestures for her guards to follow her to the woman. "Mes?" Tia shouts above the ..other shouting.

Zalman remains quiet for now and looks around as he does so. "Don't see this many show up at olympic events.

"Mmm. Yes, Anorna?" Adan makes his way through the crowd, amused more than anything. "I am sure my Lady Sister is just shocked, shocked, that she is not being greeted with fanfare and mirrors here." He keeps his voice lower, just for Anorna.

Anorna looks up at Tia and Adan as they both approach her. She seems a little pained. Okay. A lot pained. "Baby is coming now." She says this as calmly as she can in a room filled of screaming and yelling people. "Now."

"I am not your sister," Tia replies simply to Adan. If he has managed to morph over to the other side of the room, Tia inclines her head to Anorna and says, "I imagine you have assistance."

Tarquin opens his eyes again, half-lidded. Yep. All those people are still there. It's loud, it's raucous, it's overwhelming, and everyone is quite a lot bigger than him. Since Tia has moved on, he turns to the next Gold Dragon he sees: Yosun. And he manages to bow, because that's just manners. "Excuse me, Lord Yosun, but I want to go home," he says, rather pathetically.

You notice Zinara enter.

Katja swipes up a whiskey from the bar beside her feet, and rises, tossing it back. Oh yea, she's standing on the bar, shouting. When Adil looses a partial verse, she raises her empty glass, "When I was a child my mum told me tales, not of monsters under the bed, but in gilded buildings of stone. Don't look'm in the eye, Katja. They'll steal your soul soon as they'll steal your home and city. But I say we claim our namesake! TO THE COCKATRICE! LOOK THEM ALL IN THE EYE!"

Emma gets into a position to attack Katja. Katja may attack also.

Amadea manages a faint wiggle of her fingers to Dalinuel, although her eyes remain on the complete mess that has become the party.

Anorna shouts, "BABY IS COMING NOW!"

Puritee motions to an ugly beekeeper and they engage in brief conversation.

Cortik smirks at Bashar and nods, "I'm sure that's a problem you've had numerous times, I thank you for your warning," then he turns away and returns to Tia's side.

Katja tries to get away from Emma, but fails terribly, exhausting herself.

Puritee blinks a bit, "How come that Bear man is attacking that woman screaming?" she asks of Decoria.

"Well, we ought to get you upstairs into a room," says Adan simply. "And then we can have a midwife or somesuch come." He tosses some coin to the bartender for a room for all of this.

Emma stomps on over to Katja, fists brandished! She doesn't seem to notice - or perhaps care - that someone is about to have a baby in the inn!

Emma aims and slams Katja with her fists. Katja takes a hit to the left thigh!

Katja gets a tiny puncture in her left thigh.

Puritee mutters, "..... .... .... men .. ...... . .. .... .... confused now!"

"STOP!" Aeryk's voice blat high volume after Emma and he speed walks best as he can through the crowd. "If you start a /fight/ here, Lady Emma--" Too late.

Yosun glances over towards the brawl, making his way over as fast as an elderly man possibly can. "Ah! Stop that, in the name of the Republic!"

Katja sees a woman coming at her. "My lady, this is not your district. Are you here to conquer me or steal my soul?" She doesn't get away, but then Emma hits her and she gets a tiny little... nick on her thigh and Katja head-tilts at her.

Katja gets away from Emma.

Zalman apparently didn't hear about the baby either... else he'd at least offer to go get another midwife...

"I..." Decoria turns to watch, shaking her head slightly. "I have /no/ idea," she replies to Puritee.

Anorna shouts now because, well, women in labor shout. Corjavi doesn't like the shouting, and Anorna doesn't like the fighting. She reaches forward to try to hold on to someone. Tia. Adan. She doesn't know. She just needs to get up and out of here. "OW!"

Anorna shouts, "OWWWW!"

Dalinuel doesn't bloody know anything about babies before they are born, only after. "Mes Anorna, mes Anorna...who is your midwife? Should I get her for you?"

Tia's guards are about to crap bricks. They lean into her and whisper again as a very small fisticuff breaks out. Tia waves them off and offers a hand to Anorna. "Come with me," she says kindly.

Adan and Ornala, the Barkeeper discuss the possibility of renting a room but Adan turns Ornala, the Barkeeper down.

Katja shouts, "It's alright, Lord Aeryk. I expected retribution. But I'm being good, see? I won't hit her back. Even if she does steal my soul."

Tarquin goes to sit under a table, somewhere in the corner on the room, literally on the floor of the room. He managed to filch a tart sometime along the way, though. With a chair to barricade himself in, he huddles up.

Puritee frowns and shakes her head, tsking and looking towards Adan and Anorna.

Bashar sneers at Cortik's back and starts to sing the Dinky Dwagon song again, including the line about finding a brother instead of a woman. He is distracted, however, by the Gold Dragon noblewoman taking a swing at Katja and turns, glowering, and starts to head over, which does not look prone to improve the situation.

As Emma moves in on Katja, Adil pushes, stumbling, to his feet. "Can't shut us up that easily!" he calls, then raises his voice more.

Adil shouts, "The truth will not be silenced!"

"Mes NEOMA!" Anorna half whispers and half screams. And then she goes back to whispering. "Yes. A room is good." She reaches out to hold onto Tia'a hand and then grabs onto Adan a little less gracefully so she can stand.

Man in rings mask steps into the bar.

Amadea rolls her eyes skyward and mutters a faint prayer for the souls of all those involved in this complete and utter mess. She does, however, get to her feet and start in the general direction of Anorna.

"I have a room for her upstairs," says Adan, turning from the bartender. "The green room, you see. It is just upstairs." He shrugs.

"Girls, with me," Pietee murmurs to Decoria and Puritee. "Let's get ready to move out, and if Lady Tia doesn't get her ward out of here, let's take him with us if he'll come and drop him off at the orphanage." There's a pause, and a grumpy mutter of "Three whores shouldn't be the ones having to think of that!"

Cortik doesn't have eyes for anything going on except that really cool fight. Haha, Former-GD women beating up Cockatrice women. It's awesome.

Tia gestures for her guards to push through people and up the stairs. "Send for Mes Neoma, then," she tells a servant.

Dalinuel slips out to find a messenger and send him to mes Neoma.

Adil waves his cane in the air as he yells. It's not terribly threatening, really.

Pietee disses Tia because 'Three whores shouldn't be the ones left trying to get Lady Tia's ward out of a near riot.'!

Emma aims for the woman's gut, but connects with her thigh prematurely. "Feck /you/!" she screams like a madwoman, and inexplicably, her eyes erupt into fountain of tears. "Feck /all/ of you!" Now she's just screeching, and she looks like she's about to collapse. Or implode. Something is definitely not right.

"Looks like they don't care about their kids either." Puritee murmurs sadly, looking towards Tarquin.

Man in rings mask come in with the hood of his byrrus over his head so he is all pretty much in white. He looks around the room from his mask as all the action goes on.

Anorna steps into the entrance hall. Tia follows Anorna.

Tarquin would leave if he had noticed that Tia was leaving. Since he's holed up under the table, he just nibbles on his tart, having found a small refuge in the chaos.

"Lady /Emma/." Aeryk continues through the crowd in full stubbornness and is, quite, beginning to get close to the lady's back. "Please calm down. Please calm down, m'Lady."

Zinara is over by her father, talking with him until... Emma catches her eye. And then Anorna's yelling. She curtseys to the former, quieting down a bit and sipping a drink. She moves over to Anorna and furrows her brow, but it seems to be taken care of. "Lady Emma! How good to see you! Do you need a drink...?" Look at her hospitality now!

Katja shoves a glass of whiskey at Emma, "Looks like you need this more than anyone, Lady." She gives Bashar and Adil a baffled look and whispers to them.

Decoria touches her sisters lightly on the shoulders, expression grim. "Wait here," she says quietly. And then proceeds to try to make her way through the crowd towards Tarquin. /Try/ be the operative word.

Puritee ponders, "Oh! Maybe she is upse cause her hair looks bad?" she offers helpefully.

Yosun seems a bit overwhelmed by everything that's gone on in the pub, taking a moment to collect himself and steady his balance with the help of his cane. He then navigates over towards the bar, taking another tankard of mead into hand.

Katja sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Zalman blinks at the language he hears from a noble and yet says nothing. He does watch Zinara carefully, just in case it gets even more crazy....

Nisa steps into the bar.

Cortik eyes Pietee and shakes his head, "How dare you Diss Lady Firgalik? Who do you think you are? Dishonorable and disgusting!"

Man in rings mask competently sings Cost of A Soldier, adequately keeping the complex timing of the chorus so its not muddled and hard to comprehend.

"Tell me, do you know
Just how much it costs
To armor a Gold Dragon soldier?


How much does it cost,
to send him fighting
from his home?


It costs about
146 cheese pies
or
104 lamb stew
or
847 meat stew
or
175 barley soup


Tell me, do you know
Just how much it costs
To arm a Gold Dragon soldier?


How much does it cost,
to send him fighting
from his home?


It can cost about
217 meads
or
71 yarrow teas
or
135 mint tea
or
39 apple ciders


Tell me, do you know
just how much it costs
to feed a person?


How much does it cost
to keep your loved ones fed
while at home?

It costs
love
and
toil
and
sweat
and
tears
and the passion to make things right


Here
And now
before its too late at all"

Bashar comes looming up over Emma, by her two Republic guards. He does not immediately move to swing at her. "Lady, if you swing at /her/," he gestures to Katja, "in /this/ bar, you must be outta your /head!/" He gives a glower at her guards, as if to ask them why they aren't preventing Emma from attacking, then just glowers at Emma.

Emma falls to her knees, fists still balled up until her knuckles are white. She swings around wildly at anyone who dares to get close to her, but gods know the punches are completely ineffective.

Katja cheers Man in rings mask!

Tarquin finishes off his tart and puts his fingers back in his ears again, plugging them so the chaos isn't so loud. He's not hard to find. Perhaps he's hard to reach. In any event, as Decoria moves closer, and toward his table, he peeks out from underneath. His ears are still plugged with his fingers, though. All of this, and he's already injured, too.

Adil laughs at whatever Katja mutters, raucously amused. "Get her an ale," he says. "Drinks for everyone!" he yells. "Drink to the soul of Sarkaran, smothered these past years! Drink to Cockatrice Pride!"

Amadea rolls her eyes again. She got up for nothing, it seems, since the pregnant woman is whisked off before she can even offer her services. "Does someone need a healer? Anyone? If not I'm going to sit down with some whiskey." she attempts to state loud enough for anyone to hear, but her whispery voice is probably lost in the growing din.

Adil tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for him, and he loses track of the words.

Adil cheers Man in rings mask!

Man in rings mask answers Katja's song with his own as he stands at the door.

Katja cheers the latest songbird. "I think that woman with the baby might have got conquered by Lady Firgalik. Might oughta see if you can find her, mes." She says to Amadea and then sends someone over with a drink for the singing fellow. "Again!"

Aeryk does not get right up against Emma, but he does crouch close to her, dropping his volume a little bit to as conversational as it can be in the crowd. "Lady Emma. I do not think this is where you should be at this moment. Let us but go somewhere else and we can talk."

Puritee nods to Katja, most solemnly. "I do hope she gets to keep her baby." she notes.

Man in rings mask goes to fetch something from his backpack and feels around. "Well damn... I forgot something. I'll guess I can only sing the song, and am willing to teach it to anyone who wants to learn it."

Puritee continues to whisper and mutter to her sisters, ducking down to stay close to them.

Yosun gazes over towards Emma with a look of concern crossing his elderly face, a frown soon to follow. "I, I am afraid, am simply too old for this sort of affair!" Yosun exclaims to not a soul in particular.

Cortik doesn't seem to notice Tarquin under the table, and he's had enough of the Cockatrice for now. Besides, pressing news has arrived and so he must depart. With a push forward, his nine guards push outward of the crowd, parting it as he leaves.

Zinara curtseys to Aeryk as well as Emma, standing a bit away. Goodness knows she's not strong in the least. "Lady Emma? It's Zinara..." She waves Bashar away a little. "Could I get you something...?"

Man in rings mask flows through the words of Cost Of A Soldier with ease, negotiating masterfully the slight changes in timing and remembering the figures as if he were an astute economist.

Pietee has a mini-Honoria standing with her in one corner, as a Decoria attempts to make it to another corner to charm a forgotten child out of hiding. She offers Puritee a bracing little shoulder squeeze and a murmur of "We'll slip out soon, we just need to make sure little Tarquin is all right."

Amadea might be a healer, but she's not insane. She's going nowhere near Tia, woman in labor or not. "I'll let the midwife handle that, I think." she murmurs to Katja, keeping an eye on Emma and Aeryk, just in case there is something that she can do of use there.

Bashar looms by Emma for another moment, then glowers at Emma's guards again. "Ain't you s'pposed to keep her out of trouble?" he asks somethat indignantly. "Then you best get her the feck outta here 'fore she gets herself in real trouble!" He gives the man a little shove on the shoulder towards Emma, which is clearly not an aggressive move, but is emphatic, before he turns to get back to the bar and runs across Zinara, coming to an abrupt halt. "Huh? Nah, I'm gettin' a drink." He does and raises a glass to Katja and Adil. "TO SARKARAN, CITY OF COCKATRICE!"

"Excuse me. --/Excuse me/." Decoria repeats it more than twice as she moves through the crowd, finally stopping by Tarquin's table. She kneels down, offering a hand to the boy. "Here, this isn't any place for you. Let's get you out of here."

Bashar shouts, "TO SARKARAN, CITY OF COCKATRICE!"

Zalman flows through the words of Cost Of A Soldier with ease, negotiating masterfully the slight changes in timing and remembering the figures as if he were an astute economist.

Adan steps into the bar.

"When your presence can't break their spirit, it's time to throw fists! A lesson from the Gold Dragons to the rest of Aerval!" Katja isn't stopping. They Dragons are still in the Cockatrice tavern. "TO SARKARAN! CITY OF COCKATRICE! LONG TARNISHED BY GOLD DRAGON OPPRESSION!"

Adil drinks, then lifts his half-empty whiskey glass and yells out again, "To another Olympic Victory!"

Katja cheers Bashar!

Katja competently sings Cost of A Soldier, adequately keeping the complex timing of the chorus so its not muddled and hard to comprehend.

Adil cheers Bashar! Adil cheers Katja!

Yosun continues his drink, his eyes roaming the crowd and the old man looking increasingly out of place.

"Another Olympic Victory!" Bashar seconds Adil, waving his empty glass around in the air again.

Tarquin also had just received a message from a messenger boy, a Cockatrice by the looks of him, and fairly drunk at that. He unplugs his fingers to year it, and hears Decoria as well, accordingly. "Hello, mes," he says, as he crawls out from underneath the table. Still loud? Yes, still loud. Still crowded? Yep, it's still crowded too. He sucks in a little breath. "Lady Firgalik told me to go home now," he says, with much relief, and takes the woman hand as offered.

Man in rings mask sings the rude and raucous 'Dinky Dwagons' with great enthusiasm and gusto. The song is infectious, and with a little tilt of his head and a wicked glint in his eyes, Man in rings mask sings a version to delight the masses.

Puritee just continues to cling to her big sister, making sure she'll leave when they do.

So it finally dawns on Emma where she is, and what she's doing in this particular location. She regards Aeryk with a stony stare, her lips drawn in a tense little line. From Aeryk, she looks up at Zinara, then stands shakily, brushing her tunic off. "No. No, I don't need anything from /you/. Either... of you." She reaches up to run a hand through her wild, short hair, just as the guard who was shoved by Bashar comes plodding over. "M'Lady. Let's just get back. The.. the woman told you to take it easy for a few days, remember?"

Man in rings mask sings the song that Katja first sings, grabs a drink, and toasts her.

Susia has arrived.

Decoria rises, expression fixed as she shoots a glance back towards Pietee and Puritee. "Here, stay close," she tells Tarquin, waiting for confirmation that she's been heard over the din before she moves them off to rejoin her sisters.

Susia wonders in and looks arounda at all the people here. She makes her way to the bar to have a seat.

Susia sits down at Bar.

"Lady Emma. I appreciate your passionate defense of your family." Aeryk thus stands up with his crowd dirtied armor and so forth. "But your guard is correct. Now is not the place or time. Let us spar at some point, rather. But not here."

Katja jumps down from the bar and grabs some meat and spinach to down it. End of the Hunger Strike! She needs energy for singing these AWESOME SONGS! "Shall we take it to the streets, my friends? A prayer to the gods, Gods, let them stop occupying our city! Turn their hearts, gods, or at least turn their ankles so they will be easier to defeat!"

Adan makes his way down from upstairs, brushing off his hands. Well, that is settled. At least that much so far.

Tarquin sticks close to Decoria, letting her plow a path through the crowds. They seem to be just raucous now, and drunk, and spreading scurrilous rumors, but not particularly violent.

"Turn their hearts!" Adil bellows in response. He seems to have taken on the role of Greek chorus for the moment.

Pietee looks briefly towards Yosun, eyes narrowed, but apparently comes to the conclusion that old men are better equipped than small boys to handle themselves. "Come on," she assures Puritee. "Decoria's got him now, let's just scootch along the wall and join up with her, and then we'll head home and get some tea."

Susia orders an ale then turns her back to the bar so she can lean on it and listen to all that is being said.

Zinara dips into another quick curtsey and lets Aeryk handle Emma. She was told no, so she isn't about to press it! Then again, it's Aeryk, so who knows how it'll work? She lingers nearby.

Amadea sees no lasting damage done, and no one raises their hand for assistance, so she takes that as her cue to leave before the vomiting starts. "I need to go pray." she mutters to herself, shaking her head in wonder at the crazy that seems to be breeding.

Bashar snickers at Katja as he settles himself upon a stool again, no longer prowling the inn as an angry purple ball of angry Cockatrice nationalism. "Turn their ankles!" he takes up after Adil.

Katja cackles at Adil, "Why not both! Their hearts AND their ankles! And we shall know them by their limping." She has a little nick on her thigh from where Emma hit her, but it's not terrible. "ANOTHER ROUND! TO SARKARAN!" She throws back another whiskey and then sighs, "We really need something to burn in effigy..."

Nisa has left.

"To Sarkaran!" Adil bellows back. "Invaded by the sister-taking, uh..." He loses his thread, and attempts to transition again into song.

Pietee spies a forgotten whiskey glass on a side table as she scootches. Proper Eagle that she is, there is no whiskey left once she's scootched past. There are times when one needs a drink.

Adil tries to sing the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' but the rhythm proves too much for him, and he loses track of the words.

Bashar sings the song 'Dinky Dwagons,' a mocking song calling the Gold Dragons greedy, bullying, inept, and childish. Its rolling beat and quick words are infectious.

Puritee continues to move follow Pietee, here and there.

Tarquin says to Decoria, over the din on the crowd, "I'd like to go home now, I think."

Adan is here in the main bar again, looking over the various people. Hmm. Hmmm. Who to mingle with.

Emma pushes her guard's hand away as it comes to rest on her shoulder, but her resolve seems to be cracking. "Spar," she repeats to Aeryk through her teeth, considering the word for longer than is appropriate. "Yes," she continues after a pause, eyes clouding over. "Spar." Well, that's cryptic. Her guard clears his throat, and she turns to face him. "Fine. Take me back to the estate."

Dalinuel gets back to his kiddies. Dalinuel has left.

Yosun glances down to the floor with a scowl, his cane whapping against the floor as he heads towards the exit. "The hour is late, when old men must rest!" Yosun exclaims as he makes his exit.

Yosun has left.

Susia spots Adan looking around the room. She winks at him and raises her mug then pats the seat next to her.

Decoria does not so much plow as wind, being as she is a fair bit smaller than most of the revellers. Rioters? Revellers. Whatever. Once she reaches her target, she cranes her head back to call to Katja, "Just wait 'til we've got the Dragons' children out of the building before you set something on fire, please!" And then nods to Pietee to lead the way out the door. It is like a /train/ of Honorias, plus one child.

Man in rings mask sees the Ho Train and ponders climbing aboard, once the kid is left at the station.

Katja flashes a full-throttle grin at Decoria and shrugs, "I ain't got nothin' to burn, ma'am. Just a BURNING SENSE OF RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION!"

Puritee sneaks in between Pietee and Decoria, ducking down a bit. Violet eyes flash over the scene once more before she leaves.

Tarquin draws in a deeper breath, once the exit is finally in sight. At last! He can go /home/!

Whatever Emma's cryptic repetitions may entail or may mean, Aeryk's expression remains on the calm side of neutral. He says no more as she turns to her guard.

Bashar sings with gusto and with passable rhythm, if without a beautiful voice. "To our own black feckin' flinty jewel! We drove their nobles out of our bar, now we just got get 'em out of our feckin' city!" he adds after Katja. In a lower voice, he notes, "I can't feckin' /believe/ Cortik would show his face here."

Adil does not sing the song elegantly, but when Bashar does a much better job, he gloms onto the soldier's rendition, hopping in for the phrases he can and roaring into the bridge with a long, "But Soooooooo Miiiiiiiiiiiiight IIIIIIIIII!" He belches.

Pietee has got quite a caboose, we must admit. She, however, forms the engine tonight. "Come on, come along, tea when we all get back!" And chug-chug-chug (Or is that the drinkers?) they leave.

Emma is led out by her guards. She's the Crazy Caboose at the end of the Honoria Train.

"Governor of Sarkaran my rosy red ass! Since when does governor mean prison warden?" Katja asks, slugging Bashar in the arm good naturedly.

Emma steps into the entrance hall. Emma has left.

Man in rings mask finds a place to sit and watch the ensuing fun. He drums his fingers on his leg making the leather thrum a bit.

Aeryk turns his head aside, takes a deeeep breath, and massages the bridge of his nose. Okay.

Zinara looks relieved as Emma makes her exit, no worse for wear, and offers Aeryk a "Thank you." The concern in her eyes is evident, but she looks back to the party consideringly.

Adan gives a flash of a smile to Susia and a wink. He makes his way along, taking a glass of whiskey for him.

"Tea?" Decoris replies to Pietee, a touch tightly as they vanish out the door. "I don't know about you, but I'm having /whiskey/."

The shouting is dying down a bit, so Adil half-falls back into his seat, cheerful and drunk. "Anyone want a cake?" he asks, grabbing meat for himself.

Bashar's arm soaks up the slugging and he grins back at Katja. "Yeah. A'course...I s'pose I could be wrong. It coulda been his ASS he showed here, and I WOULDN'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE, WOULD I?" He finds this far funnier than the joke deserves, until he is distracted. "Ooooh, cake."

Susia hops off her seat and pads over to the man in the mask. She looks at the chair next to him. "That seat be taken?"

Katja has a message! She hears it and then turns to look around, "IS LORD AERYK STILL HERE!?" She bellows and then shoots him a thumbs up. "We run'm off, lord! I didn't even hit'm when the one charged me!"

Tarquin follows Decoria. Tarquin has left.

Adil laughs at Bashar's words. And laughs. And laughs some more. This time he does fall off his stool.

Man in rings mask smirks and says, in a low voice. "If my dog looked like certain Gold Dragons, I would shave their backsides and teach them to walk backwards so as not to scare the children."

Katja oh oh ohs at Bashar and uh s a few times, "NEED A GUIDE, A LAMP TWO HANDS TO TELL THEIR FACES FROM THEIR ASS!" LA LA LA!

Zalman sees the party calming down some and sighs in relief as well. he motions Zinara back over likely just to be safe and all no other real reason.

Aeryk gives Zinara a small portion of a glance, only to glance up more directly and more abruptly as his name is called. "It is probably best if there are no Gold Dragons here, yes," Aeryk agrees with every readiness. "Thank you for not hitting back, Mes Katja. It was very wise."

Bashar laughs as Adil winds up on the floor, and pushes up from his stool. "Ooookay, Adil, time ta get you home," he says hoisting the man to his feet and offering him his cane. "NOW, you're feckin' sloshed. I should probably get back, too."

Katja awws, they're all leavin'. "Can I keep some of that food, Adil? I need my strength up to fight the good fight!"

For those who look his way, the man in rings mask does have his byrrus' hood up so all you really see is, for the most part, a figure in white amongst the world.

Adil is still laughing. He can't seem to stop. He does, however, let Bashar pull him to his feet, snorting with delicious drunken glee. "'sa, 'sa," he tries to get out. "'sa good party, yah?" he manages at last, still laughing. To Katja, he calls, "Keep it!"

Zinara gravitates back towards Zalman and murmurs, "I suppose I should be more careful... I forgot my sponsor was once a Gold Dragon for a bit there."

Susia has left.

Katja gets a big bug-eyed. "All of it? Uhh alright! Thanks!" Hurray! Food for Katja! Now she just needs to find lodging....

Bashar takes a hand on Adil's arm to safeguard the man's balance. "'Sa very good party," he acknowledges as he leads Adil out. "Now let's get on home." And out they head.

Bashar steps into the entrance hall. Bashar has left. Adil follows Bashar. Adil has left.