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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Feb 13, 2021 1:19:10 GMT
The stone cold sober Geoffrey Ravenhurst orders another drink and attempts to read the room.
Observation 50
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 15, 2021 1:50:24 GMT
Geoffrey sees the people in the owner’s corner vanishing as the religious officials arrived with the sick, but elsewise it’s a normal night of charitable debauchery at Ceutinde’s establishment. If he was hoping to find expensive prostitutes, this was probably the right place to look.
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Post by Ceutinde on Feb 15, 2021 18:03:56 GMT
"If you wouldn't mind asking at the temple, Silvia." She glanced toward one of the doctors. "Archimedes will join you; he knows what he's doing. I'll head to the library, but I worry we'll have to pay a visit to the village where this all started."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Feb 15, 2021 18:27:22 GMT
"Of course. I'm at your service," Silvia remarked. She smiled at the doctor. "Are you ready to go?"
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Feb 16, 2021 0:42:44 GMT
Geoffrey began making inquiries about company for the night. He insists on making sure they're a decent conversationalist first though and chats around before selecting a proper companion.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 16, 2021 19:05:44 GMT
Geoffrey has little issue finding charming conversation, but no one caught his eye until he met a woman who introduced herself as Lacey. She was tall and slim, with cinnamon hair and the same aversion to clothing as most of the rest of the staff. “You look like a man with something in his mind,” she said, with the practiced interest of a professional.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Feb 17, 2021 18:25:20 GMT
"I'm a medium. Something or someone is always on my mind." Geoffrey responded with a wry smile. 'Would you care for something to drink or eat?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 17, 2021 23:14:23 GMT
The woman tossed her hair back behind her head. “A large medium,” she said, “or so I hope.” She shrugged. “I’m always good for a drink. What’s your poison, spirit talker?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Feb 18, 2021 1:14:53 GMT
"Beer. Local brew, not that Imperial piss from the capital. That stuff turns my stomach. "
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Post by Ceutinde on Feb 18, 2021 18:40:44 GMT
Ceutinde returned to the HoP&RfOH hours after leaving on her largely fruitless excursion to the library. She went to check in on Stella before heading upstairs to let sleep take her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 19, 2021 0:11:26 GMT
"Beer. Local brew, not that Imperial piss from the capital. That stuff turns my stomach. " Lacey shrugged. “It’s popular enough,” she said. “Jonny, get us some bitters please,” she told the bartender, who scuttled off to pour the drinks. “You want a room for a better view?” She asked. Ceutinde’s ladies weren’t known for subtlety. It mostly just wasted their time. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 19, 2021 0:12:06 GMT
Ceutinde returned to the HoP&RfOH hours after leaving on her largely fruitless excursion to the library. She went to check in on Stella before heading upstairs to let sleep take her. The elf saw the girl sleeping soundly. The doctors are still looking over her but she seems to be doing fine. |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Feb 19, 2021 0:26:21 GMT
"Certainly." He paid for the drinks first, before following her where she lead.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 20, 2021 19:03:12 GMT
Lacey took him to a room on the third floor, well appointed in an understated manner that doesn’t quite match the aesthetic of the rest of the place. The ocean is visible to the north, and looking to the right Geoffrey sees the dance floor with the rest of the entertainers. “Now love,” she said, “however can I make your night memorable?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Feb 21, 2021 20:01:54 GMT
"Sit with me. It is better to be kissed before one is fucked." He lead her to sit beside him on the bed.
"You can start..." He then commenced the proverbial fucking, "by telling me why you lead Gerald Lockhart to his sudden demise. There are two separate living witnesses who can testify you were the last person to be seen at Mist Connections with the victim. One might think you were plying your trade, except you already have a comfortable position here at the House of Respite. And according to the local City Watch house, you never came forward despite the Lockhart family offering a sizeable prize for information about the death of their fortunate son. Next time you act as an accomplice to murder, I suggest you don't use the name you have registered with the Bastion City Watch."
His voice was slow and measured, so every single word was clear and understood, if still soft to confound eavesdropping.
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