ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ.

[innominata]

Date & Time: This afternoon
Location: A bar.
Characters: "Cat" and you.
Summary: Little girl hangs out at age-appropriate locations. Because that's how she rolls.


[ The girl sits at a table near the door. She has a good view of it and of the rest of the locale. She kicks her feet idly as she eats. The chair is too high for her to touch with anything but the very tip of her toes—and then only if she strains.

The owner had not been too pleased when she first began to frequent it, but she had not caused trouble and had money and had widened her eyes and jutted her lower lip and he had caved. Sometimes now he will even let her have a small cup of watered beer. She smiles and is sweet and he'll sit at the table with her when there aren't many patrons and entertain her with stories.

People like to hear themselves talk.

At the moment, she is alone. Her cup is near empty as is her plate. She takes her time. It is always cold and wet outside; she hung her cloak to dry on the chair beside her.

She shuffles a deck of cards one-handed. She has been practicing every day. The cards are as much an extension of her hands as her sword. ]

Comments

[freewoman]

[It isn't going to be an easy task, going all the way up north. She knows from some talk that it isn't like her north, true North. But it's better than this. She knows well enough how to travel, how to travel with rations if food is going to be scarce.

It's all about getting ready now. She's never done much with her coin, of course she knows what it is and how it works-- she isn't that savage, but she's never wanted for much. If she could hunt, she wouldn't even need it.

But now she's seeing what she can buy. She has furs enough, but food rations and water are important. Keeping these things good is the hardest part. She's been all over the city today, buying bottles and the like. It's still strange, all this place offers. For all she knows, she's always feeling like she knows nothing here.

It's unsettling.

She winds up at this bar, not minding the ale here. It's when she stands at the bar, coin in hand, she sees the girl. She remembers well enough about names to keep it to herself. Once the flagon is placed before her, Ygritte takes it to the table.]

I've seen them before, girl. [She nods at the cards. Remy has a deck he's showed her. He can do things with them, make them explode.]

Do you play?

[innominata]

Do you?

[ She continues what she was doing. She doesn't look up. ]

[freewoman]

[Her eyes are on her hands, watching the cards before.]

Never had the time t'just sit around.

[innominata]

You were lucky.

[ She finally looks up. ]

What do you do now?

[freewoman]

I travel out o' the city. [She stops before looking up at her.]

What about you? You-- get food and what you need, aye? [She doesn't know why she cares-- well, she does, but she won't admit it to anyone out loud.]

[solitaire]

<sub>( The town surrounding the hold is much more his speed than the hold itself. He spends the majority of his time coming in and out of various establishments, playing cards and telling jokes. It's a good way to keep his ear to the ground, to develop contacts. It's how he'd integrate into any other city.

Today, he walks in the door and offers the owner's wife a wink, which she responds to by waving him away with flushed cheeks. He keeps his coat on and takes an idle look around, before spotting the girl sitting in the corner. But he's not looking at her, exactly, but rather the cards in her hands. His smile is slightly ironic as he steps towards her. )</sub>

Know any tricks?

[innominata]

[ The girl's eyes flit up. ]

How much you got?

[solitaire]

_{( He laughs, and pulls a few coins out of his pockets that he juggles in the air, for a moment. )}

Not very helpful ta answer one question wit' another.

[innominata]

It is for me. Answer to one is the answer to the other.

[weapabilities]

[ After some training in how to not look terribly awkward in public, Drift has been confident enough to come out on his own, much thanks to the people who helped advise him.

That is to say, his alt-mode pulls up and parks along the curb, and his holomatter gets out of the driver's side. Not exactly someone you'd expect to be driving a nice car like that... and dressed like a samurai, swords and all.

He meanders in, admittedly, he was actually here looking for a job. Rather, looking for a job for his holomatter.

Though it doesn't really take long for him to get entirely sidetracked when he spots someone he knows. The almost too-bright man smiles from eat to ear and throws up a stiff wave with one hand. ]

Cat! Hey there!

[ He leans in, lowering his voice as he points out the window. ]

It's me, Drift! I'm in disguise.

[ Wow he's pleased with himself. ]

[innominata]

[ She stops chewing. Straightening, she fixes him with a critical eye. The car outside gets a brief glance too. ]

It's not a very good one.

[ Cat. Nicest child. ]

[weapabilities]

[ Zing. Drift laughs nervously. Children are honest... ]

W-well I suppose.

Perhaps.

Do you mind if I join you?

[innominata]

[ She shrugs. ]

I don't care.

[ That would be a "please sit" in Cat-speak. ]

[iorhael]

[Frodo has paused to look at the lass with more than a little curiosity. She looks somewhat out of place, if only because of her age, but something about her as well seems to have aged her in her eyes. She may be small, may have the face of a child, but part of her looks like she belongs here.

He has nothing better to do for the moment; he hopes she doesn't mind]

You're quite good at that. [he means the cards, though he isn't entirely sure what to make of them] Cat, wasn't it?

[innominata]

Yes.

[ Oh my goodness he really is someone she can look down at! *^* This happens so rarely. ]

You're...Frodo?

[iorhael]

It's good to to meet you in person.

[he looks around]

This is a curious place for to stay in. Would you not find it more interesting to be with those your own age?

[innominata]

With the children? [ Disdain drips off her voice. ] I am not a child. I don't care for playing.

[flamberge]

[Sometimes old noble urges, such as the longing for some wine after a long day, tend to kick in. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes you just need a damn glass of wine. Good quality wine, that is. Snobbish as it might be, cheap stuff tends to taste, simply put, like crap.

So, seeing as ignoring those urges would only make a stressful day even more so, Kratos had decided to stop by a bar for a glass of wine and possibly an accompanying meal. As he enters the establishment, there's a quick glance around to grasp how packed the bar is. If too many people were here then buying a bottle of some wine and drinking at home would do just as well.

Something, or someone rather, instantly catches his attention. Cat. Maybe he raises an eyebrow at the fact she's apparently playing with cards in a bar. It's strange enough to get him to come by.]

You've certainly chosen an odd place to practice card tricks in.

[innominata]

I came in here to eat and get out of the rain.

[ Her hand stills on the cards. She takes her time sipping at her beer before looking up. ]

Why are you here?

[flamberge]

[Why is it that kids seem to favor going to get food in bars? Though she does seem to be partaking in the alcohol, at least. Whether that's a good or bad thing remains debatable.]

For the same reason as a majority of the other patrons.

[Namely for the booze.]

[innominata]

You come to drink because you cannot pay a whore?

[wolfmd]

[Isaac ducks into the bar mostly because he's wet, and the wet does a number on his sense of smell. He hates feeling like his nose is dulled, because like any wolf it's one of his most relied on senses.

He only frowns for a moment on seeing the girl in the corner, but he wouldn't have come closer if not for a hint of scent. ...wolf? It can't be.

Isaac has to investigate, and so comes over, finally noticing the cards.]

That's impressive, with the cards. Are you one of the transports?

[innominata]

[ She looks up and shakes her head. ]

No.

[wolfmd]

[He's not sure he believes that, especially with the scent of wolf on her like it is, but he doesn't challenge the answer. Instead he sits himself down, not quite at her table, but close enough to talk.]

I see. Do you play any games with them or do you do tricks and things?

[innominata]

If you want a trick you'll have to pay.