The Spot - EQ2 - 6/21/05

[Anaris]

Wystro

A thin, immaculately-dressed Koada'dal enters the Tavern.

"Barkeep, a brandy if you please..."

After checking his snifter for any smudges or besmirchment, he gently sips the warm amber spirit. His reverie shatters as he glances at his left sleeve.

"...a spot! My robes have a spot! There is a spot on my robe!...There is a *spot* on my *robe*! Look...look here!"

He spins around showing everyone and no one in particular. The distraught elf then raises his eyes and his voice to the heavens.

"Someone...anyone...please help me!!!! Help meeeeeeee!"

Wystro Riverstone crumbles into his barstool in sorrow -- after first wiping it off with a silver-embroidered silk handkerchief.


Rosebud

Hearing the cry of an elf in distress, the diminutive gnome rushes to the rescue.

"A spot? A tiny spot is worryin' ye?" The gnome blinks in puzzlement; if she were upset by every small, or large, drop of dirt, blood, or other substance that touched her armour, she'd never have time to do anything else.

"Not ta worry, friend! I know just the solution. Cures anythin'."

Grabbing the largest stein she can find from behind the bar, she fills it full to the brim of Capt'n Nalot's Triple-Strength Rum. Then she nimbly hooks a foot around the leg of Wystro's stool, knocking him backwards until she holds him near-horizontal. With one arm and a knee supporting him, she swiftly upends the stein of rum, pouring the highly potent brew into his mouth in a steady stream.


Anaris

*gasps*

A spot on your robe?!!!! SOMEONE HELP HIM! Quick, before he faints!

*subconsciously checks her robe for spots*

*glances up and sees Rosebud's action*

Rosebud! No! His body is too delicate for such brew! He can only drink the finest brandy, you'll poison him!

*stands back*

Oh dear, is that... Is that a drop of rum running from his lips and gliding down his chin? Oh, he's not going to like that...


Authroc

Leskin, Acknaymin, and Wmnik look up from yet another quiet arguement over their cramped living arrangements.

Leskin, knowing full well Wystro's dainty habits, ignors him completely.

Acknaymin, being of noble House and stature, clucks disapprovingly at the elf's cleanness fetish. Any high-born should know that a little dirt is necessary to keep any semblance of order.

Wmnik only boggles. His face is covered in swamp muck from having just finished a tall glass of delicious Bog Spirits.


Jasyn

"Sheesh. What's with all the belly-achin'?" Jasyn dips a rag into a stein filled with a specially brewed ginger root ale.

"Heh. I got just the thing to take that spot out. Yeah."

The ranger starts dutifully dabbing at the spot on Wystro's robe, helping to create a smear that looks inherently worse than the original spot.

"Um. Heh. There ya go! Just like new!"

Noticing that his efforts are not improving anything, he quickly turns his attention to getting in on a little of Rosebud's rum action.


Wystro

*GggaCKkkkk*

"RUM! ~cough cough~ You nasty little gnome, get your dirt-grubbing digits away from me .......gaccckk....."

*breathes rum-fueled alcohol fire plume that momentarily brightens the Tavern like five and a half suns*

"NoooOooOoooo...the spot! THE SPOT! It is now far far worse than it was before. This will teach me to instill my trust in the likes of you people!"

*glares coldly at you people*

"Is there an elf...a ~full blooded~ elf with the sensibility and skill to help me solve my most perniciously perplexing problem?"


Adeste
"Hmmmm...."

Adeste reaches into her bag and pulls out a large barrel with both ends knocked off, and ties some leather cords to one end.

"Here you go, just put this barrel on, and nobody will be able to see what you're wearing underneath ..."


Hennac

Hennac peers at Wystro, bemused, drinking up grief-knows what number pint of ale of her for the day

"Nur everyone gets free rum everyday, what yur moanin about, elfie ? Just buy another robe if yur worried. Or dye thur robe another colour"


Elloise

"Rosebud, back away! You know his delicate intestines cannot handle that brew! Plus you're spilling it all over the floor and causing Jasyn's heart to implode."

Looks about at the insuing chaos: the fire blowing very unattractively from her dear Wystro's mouth, Jasyn trying unsuccessfully to catch the misdirected rum, the most adorable (if not mischievious) grin upon Rosebud's angelic face.

"Somebody find Anaris! Quickly!!"

As an after thought, she adds ...

"And somebody keep an eye out for Katu."


Anaris

*comes out from hiding*

Um, yes darling, I'm here... I was just trying to avoid any rum getting on my robe once you got away from Rosebud's tiny, but strong, grasp... As for the spot, you can't wear that robe in public! You must run home immediately, change robes, and have your page deliver your robe to the North Qeynos Dry Cleaners... They seem to be the best ones because the Harbor cleaners have a rather dirty counter... What kind of cleaner would clean properly if their counter has fingerprints?! Anyway, for safe measure, you may want to spray some sycamore essence on that, just to the spot dissolves...

*peers at the spot curiously*

Actually, first you want to find out where the spot came from, there are different solvents for different stains... Coffee and wine stains come off with the sycamore, but blood stains can only be removed by belladonna essence... If it's ink, stroma resin will do... I've heard Humans talk about some "love stains", whatever they may be... Apparently those come off with stroma wash... For anything else, it's usually safe to use elm extract... But that doesn't guarantee the spot will come off.. Just have your page test it out and be VERY delicate when doing it...

*eyes Wystro*

You do have a page to run errands for you, don't you?


Jasyn

"So... how much ale's one'a these things normally hold?"

Distracted from admiring the craftsmanship of Adeste's barrel, Jasyn starts to ponder for a moment at Anaris's discussion on pages.

"Um."

Deciding against saying anything, he shares a different idea for removing the spot from Wystro's robes. Drawing one of his daggers from his side, he presents it to the room and proclaims, "I know! I can cut the spot outta his robes!"


Wystro

*glares icy-cold death at Jasyn*

"Just keep your poker to yourself -- you have done quite enough already! And yessss...I do have a page. Of course I have a page! Doesn't everyone have one?"

The distraught elf tries to think of how to get a page in such short notice.

....

....

*a gnomish firework goes off in his head -- an idea appears*

Wystro mumbles esoteric incantations and his Precious Angel appears!

"Here we are! Here is my page..Do take this robe to the cleaners!"

The efficiently delegating elf dons the barrel substitute for his most resplendently pressed but unfortunately spotted garment.

"Off you go! Off, off! Do hurry!"



Adeste

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"Hey look, Rose! I'm a tailor now!" Adeste points at the barrel-clad elf. "Bet Sabamier never made a robe that looked like that!"

Rosebud rolls her eyes discretely, and completely fails to notice Jasyn attempting to help himself to the remains of the large bottle of rum. Absently, she takes a swig.


Anaris

(( Seriously Wystro, that was beautiful.... I snorted something out my nose...  ))

Oh dear...

*ponders the implications of Wystro wearing a barrel*

*mutters to herself* Great, now he's making a fashion statement.. Everyone's going to go nuts over this new "barrel chic" look... He's setting a trend!

*smiles sweetly at Adeste*

Adeste darling... Um... You don't happen to be taking orders for this new ensemble you've designed... You see, I've got this Poker event to go to.........


Jasyn

(( Bravo, Wystro!!!  ))

"Um." Jasyn contemplates as Wystro's Precious Angel scapers away. "Somethin's missin'. Hm."

"Heh. I know! I think that barrel needs t'be filled up with some ale! Or maybe even... rum?"

Jasyn pans a slow glance toward Rosebud, flashing his sly, and somewhat mischievous, grin.


Kiaria

Kiaria steps carefully over the threshold of the Tavern, hastily moving aside as the officious spider speeds away.

Wide brown eyes survey the large room and halting at the sight of Sir Wystro clad in a barrel.

"My Lord Riverstone...?"

Her tongue delicately touches her upper lip as she contemplates the vision before her. The golden haired Koada'dal gives a tiny nod before turning to Anaris.

"Lady Anaris, where ever might I find a barrel the color of spring leaves? Or perchance, a deep.." Her eyes stray back to the oddly pleased high elf male, "..red..?"


Wystro

Although his new garment is rather drafty, the Immaculate Mage starts to puff up a bit at the thought of spearheading a new fashion trend.

"Barkeep, a brandy....and a napkin....and furniture polish..."

After checking the snifter for any smudges or spots, Wystro Riverstone takes a slow sip of brandy. He then polishes his barrel to a resplendent shine

"I am sure that either color would work well for you, Darling, although you may not find one as dazzling as my own."

*sipppp*


Elloise

"All my years on this rock, and I've yet to understand the Koada'dal. And what's more, I gave up trying very long ago."

The splendid woman sighs heavily as the warm smile spreads her lips.

"Wystro ... darling ... so long as you know that is a barrel that you are wearing, go on and wear it, silly old elf."

Watching the orders come in for the newest in Qeynos fashion, a thought crosses her mind, causing her smile to spread farther.

"Jasyn, what will happen when there are no more barrels left to hold your ale?"

And a second though crosses her mind, causing that smile to lift with nearly a hint of evil.

"Just think how much easier it will be to get those deliciously resplendant elves out of them..."

With a delicate hand, she dabs at the bit of drool forming on her lower lip.


Jasyn

"No more barrels to hold ale?!" Jasyn pauses for a beat as if he needed to ponder the question. "Well, I'd just have'ta increase my rate of consumption. Obviously."

"But what I wanna know is.... if a gnoll knocks Wystro over while he's on a hill, how far's he gonna roll away in that thing?"

"And if this's the start of a high elf fashion trend," the ranger takes a glance at Anaris, "we all know how much she likes to fall from high places too."

Jasyn winks with a devious grin as he dons a green visor, leaps behind the bar, and begins collecting wagers.