[IC] Talk with a friend (locked to la_tigra)

[brasslantern]

Thaddeus invokes the Journal of the Nexus proper, physically appearing on that plane. His immediate surround is borrowed from the fashion of his own reality; a simple canvas tent and weakly sputtering fire, the ground beneath rimed with frost. He awaits the arrival of a Lady, and the counsel she brings...

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[la_tigra]

Greer's dressed for warmth despite her heightened metabolism, wearing a long back brocade coat embroidered with Renaissance-inspired red and gold ornate flowers, practical flat black boots, long black skirt, and a red cowl neck sweater. It seems fitting to wear an outer garment reminiscent of ages long gone by. She's wearing a large canvas thermal backpack, her hands resting on the straps near her shoulders, until she sees Thad.

She waves and calls to him, smiling.

"Greetings! I bring sustenance and lack of wisdom!"

((Has Thad ever been to the lunatic_cafe? I thought it might be fun to have them partake of refreshments there sometime, if you're interested.))

[brasslantern]

"Hails from the camp, then..." he offers with a tired smile, seated on a convenient log near the sputtering fire. "Welcome to...well, an image of my realm, Lady Greer."

Thad seems pleasantly surprised at her choice of garb; though sometimes the fashion sense of the Nexus at large still 'fuddles him at times, her accoutrement certainly does not. He stands and executes a courtly bow.

((He has, once; and that indeed sounds like fun. Also, d'ye mind if I friend you?))

[la_tigra]

"Hello, Thad."

She executes a mock curtsy, then unshoulders her pack, setting it down near the fire, then slowly turns around, taking in everything her senses will bring her.

She smiles, and turns to face him.

"What part of the realm have you brought us? I've brought mulled wine, if you'd like some."

She starts to unzip and unbuckle her backpack, producing a large metallic-hued thermos, which she proceeds to open.

((Friend away, I shall friend in return. :-) ))

[brasslantern]

Thad's smile genuinely warms a bit, extending a hand to take her gear. "A drink would be most welcome, my Lady," he intones quietly; "and this is....where I stand in my own land, as it were.

Meanwhile, her senses give the impression of shadow, this place an echo of where he was. Faint scents of dust and grime, wood, metal...perhaps an encampment, late at night. Of sounds, there are almost none save their own.

"Come, find ye a rock, and perhaps we shall see what advice can be passed."

((Thank you for putting up with my slowtime. ^^))

[la_tigra]

Greer digs a small camping pot out of her pack, pouring a quantity of wine into it from the thermos. Predictably, it smells of cloves, cinnamon, red wine, and assorted other spices blended to chase away cold.

"Do you drink wine, Thad? And are you hungry? I've brought a repast from a place you've never been to, called New York City. How does pastrami on rye sound?"

She kneels by the fire, holding the pot over the flames, swirling it gently.

((Quite alright. I'm going out for errands for about an hour, I'll be back soon! ))

[brasslantern]

"I am fine, my Lady. Though I would greatly appreciate a turn of wine. Such is a luxury of late, and I'm glad for your offering."

Thaddeus laughs softly, glad for her company as well, but not yet daring to say as such. Instead, he nudges a spare bedroll up for her to take as a seat, leaning in to stoke the fire some.

"Pardon the...accomodations."

[la_tigra]

Greer sits on the bedroll next to the fire, putting the pan down to unearth yet more magic from her pack - this time, two mugs with microfoam insulation, and a large insulated sack containing the divine mysteries of New York deli food. No man can resist offerings from Stage Door Deli, she's sure of it, so she throws caution to the winds and pulls out two still hot pastrami sandwiches, a bag of marshmallows, a carton of roasted potatos with rosemary, and a side of slaw. Then come red plastic Christmas-themed picnic plates, napkins, and forks. What else do you eat with mulled wine but hot pastrami and roasted marshmallows?

"Should we gather more wood and make a bonfire? Or will that attract fell creatures? And what is this place, Thad? A representation of what part of your world?"

With that, she pours him a mug of hot wine and offers it to him, then starts to unwrap sandwiches.

[brasslantern]

Thaddeus somehow expected her to be prepared - though even this is a bit more lavish than he was expecting! Of course, the lad is used to iron rations and hardtack...

"Worry not about the fire, m'Lady," he offers quietly. "I have wood enough to last."

"And this...this is a reflection of my camp, on the outskirts of ruined Ithilien. Were we truly in my realms, I would not even dare this fire."

[la_tigra]

She considers this, pouring herself a mug of wine and raising her cup to his, waiting. Ithilien was a no-mans land, once associated with Isildur.

"May the light of Eärendil always guide you to hope."

She's not sure yet if there actually is an Eärendil in planetary orbit above his Arda, but it seems fitting. She's noted his aescetic gathering of belongings, with a distinct paucity of anything not utilitarian.

((Squee Ithilien! I have to learn more about your game!))

[brasslantern]

Thaddeus touchs his mug briefly to hers, another genine smile crossing his features. "Hope....there's the trick, isn't it? To find that elusive thing."

More tiredness, and an idle twirling of his pipe. He sets eagerly upon a round of pastrami - the whole 'no real food lately' thing rearing its head again - and murmurs a soft 'thank you.'

((Ah, but I'm kind of pulling names from thin air on that one. I'm putting a lot more Tolkien into Thaddeus than Angband really presents - but the theme is still there.))