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[[OOC: 1st Haring, late afternoon, a ramshackle house in Lowtown]]
@Hanamene Thornecroft
It had taken a while, but Nicolette had finally remembered to pay a visit to the temporary lodging house that Hana had told her about. Most places she went did not have a dedicated place for travelling performers to stay; most either rented a room in a tavern or camped on the outskirts of town, depending on the cost or the attitude of the people towards newcomers. This was apparently a house that had been abandoned and promptly taken over by an ever-changing cast of itinerant musicians, travelling actors, and magicians with a decidedly non-magical slant to their tricks. And in such places, the door was usually open for anybody to wander in.
So Nicolette did, with her vielle to hand and Thibault at her heel. She'd stopped by Hana's shop on the way, to invite her along, but she was out on some errand and Nicolette left a message with the surly owner before heading next door. Thibault had found himself at home almost immediately; on entering, a bay-coloured hound had come bounding up to him and began sniffing around in a friendly way. There were quite a few animals in evidence, and more people than Nicolette had counted. The windows were shut against the daylight and people were eating, sleeping, playing, smoking, dancing, and some were happily enjoying each others’ bodies in various rooms around the place. Nicolette was pulled into a circle of people currently playing drums and a lute, and she added her vielle to the mix, instantly happy.
At the end, somebody pushed a drink into her hand, and she gulped it down quickly before they launched into another song. More songs and more drinks followed, and the inside of the house was very hot with the windows closed. At the suggestion of one of the other performers, Nicolette had traded her dress for a loose silk robe and was currently sprawled on a cushion, pleasantly drunk, and battered her foot against the floor in time as she taught Iain’s goat-loving farmer song to a very appreciative (and also considerably drunk) audience.
She loved these sorts of places.
@Hanamene Thornecroft
It had taken a while, but Nicolette had finally remembered to pay a visit to the temporary lodging house that Hana had told her about. Most places she went did not have a dedicated place for travelling performers to stay; most either rented a room in a tavern or camped on the outskirts of town, depending on the cost or the attitude of the people towards newcomers. This was apparently a house that had been abandoned and promptly taken over by an ever-changing cast of itinerant musicians, travelling actors, and magicians with a decidedly non-magical slant to their tricks. And in such places, the door was usually open for anybody to wander in.
So Nicolette did, with her vielle to hand and Thibault at her heel. She'd stopped by Hana's shop on the way, to invite her along, but she was out on some errand and Nicolette left a message with the surly owner before heading next door. Thibault had found himself at home almost immediately; on entering, a bay-coloured hound had come bounding up to him and began sniffing around in a friendly way. There were quite a few animals in evidence, and more people than Nicolette had counted. The windows were shut against the daylight and people were eating, sleeping, playing, smoking, dancing, and some were happily enjoying each others’ bodies in various rooms around the place. Nicolette was pulled into a circle of people currently playing drums and a lute, and she added her vielle to the mix, instantly happy.
At the end, somebody pushed a drink into her hand, and she gulped it down quickly before they launched into another song. More songs and more drinks followed, and the inside of the house was very hot with the windows closed. At the suggestion of one of the other performers, Nicolette had traded her dress for a loose silk robe and was currently sprawled on a cushion, pleasantly drunk, and battered her foot against the floor in time as she taught Iain’s goat-loving farmer song to a very appreciative (and also considerably drunk) audience.
She loved these sorts of places.