[Rolling Thunder Underground] The Drumbeats of Zinn'Sunn (Open Event)

[Lyssoryl]

The 20th brightening of The Month of Immanis in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum.

Lyssoryl had over heard two students discussing the Rolling Thunder the previous day when she was leaving her violin lesson. They had been talking in hushed tones, but her keen Cether senses often made her privy to conversations other people would have prefered she know nothing about. She had decided then and there to see it for herself.

Lyssoryl's wardrobe was not far-reaching, so she wore her red and white peasant dress. It was not really the youthful sort of regalia that would have best suited this style of affair, but at least it left no doubt that she was a woman, which if what she heard was correct would at least get her inside. She had brought two crowns for drinks, but once she arrived it became clear that this was not how things were arranged. She didn't much mind though, she was here mostly for the spectacle, and it seemed there would be plenty of that.

She found the driving beat of the drums to be quickly infectious, and began to dance at the edge of the floor, relaxed yet with an eye open to make sure she didn't get stepped on.

[Zen]

The rise of darkening signalled the beginning of yet another evening of revelry in the seedy subculture of Zinn'Sunn life. All sorts of weird and wonderful individuals braved the darkening to show their face at the Rolling Thunder Underground; it was the place to be for anybody wishing to flaunt their style.

This particular darkening, a newcomer entered. Short in stature, and girded with unruly hair, the stranger gingerly stepped past the entrance and entered the main dance hall. Already the beat of the drums had begun their intoxicating effect - rhythmic jerking of the newly entered dwarf's hips was testament to that. It wasn't planned, it just felt right.

Letting go of all worries, the dwarf decided to mesh in the crowd, swing those pair of chubby hirsute arms with reckless abandon and yelling.

"Yeah! WOoooo! Yeeehaaw! Rock it baby, rock it!"

It didn't take long before the dwarf encountered the Cether. Both were roughly of same stature, though one was obviously naked in their hairlessness, a fact for which the dwarves pitied cethers.

Grooving to the beat, the dwarf approached the Cether, with arms brandished like a pair of swinging flails.

'Yeah! Wanna dance wit me, babe?"

[Lyssoryl]

Lyssoryl smiled at the dwarf, finding his movements endearing if not entirely graceful. By way of an answer, she gyrated her way towards him, although she stayed at a respectful distance from his flailing muscular arms.

Her hair, which had been loosely braded when she entered Rolling Thunder, was starting to come free, so she shook the braids out and ran her fingers through her hair as she danced. Her blonde curls formed an extensive mane about her head and shoulders and down her back, proving that her head of hair was every bit as impressive as the dwarf's, even if she lacked a beard.

"--------" she said, her soft soprano no match for the thundering bass of the drums.

[Zen]

The dwarf grinned in return, splitting that bushy beard open to reveal a paired rows of pearly-white teeth, which glowed wickedly under the influence of the spinning display of multicoloured lights - so anachronistically provided courtesy of the sorcerous light technicians of Rolling Thunder.

"Moomoomooo... yeah, me too, baby!" Whatever the Cether was saying was drowned out by the thunderous roars and beats of the club, not that the dwarf cared for the contents of the conversation. The dwarf was satisfied with miming Lyssoryl, gyrating those stout dwarven hips and continuing with those flailing limbs like mad.

"Wooohooo! What's your name, Babe! My first time in this joint! What about you?"

Sweat dripped liberally from the pair, showering their nearby dancing brethrens with waterfalls of fluid, grime, and who knew what else these two picked up in their brightening of work.

[Lyssoryl]

OOC: Blegh! A lady does not projectile sweat.

Lyssoryl smiled at the dwarf, who seemed friendly and perhaps had a chit that would allow him to produce a drink for her. She spoke louder this time "My Na-- is Lys---yl." What had she said? "Lyssoryl? Lysamyl? Something like that. "--- first ti-- too!" She cuppled her hands in front of her mouth to form a bullhorn "They certainly play with gusto here!" she shouted.

She wiped sweat from her forehead with her sleeve. "This dancing is thirsty work," she yelled.

[Zen]

The dwarf only nodded, enjoying the general hopping and splashing with great zest! The dwarf's concentration then turned to the dance floor. Why there were lots of other tall folks around, skinny and hairless like a babe still weaning from their mum's teats. Blah! There seemed to be no better catch this night that the Cether in front.

"My name is Sam! Nice to meet you Lysomyl!" Deep in baritone, the dwarf's voice easily breached the small distance between the two dancers for Lyssoryl to hear clearly.

The pair of flailing limbs slowed to a halt, and dropped down, flaccid and spent.

"Want to get something to drink, Babe?"

Sam gestured suggestively towards the bar teeming with drunks and scantily-clad floozies. Globes of light bobbed about, lighting up the bar menu and generally provided extra entertainment for the thunderers.

[Drevmal]

Drevmal was a retired mercanary that until recently had been enjoying the good life. However he had started to get bored with not working and had applied for a part time job. Eventually he settled on serving drinks at the rolling thunder as it was a easy job and he got a chance to talk to alot of people.

As a male dwarf and a female of a race he didn't know approched the bar he prepared to glasses and the drinks menu as both looked hot and in need of a drink, and besides why do you come to the bar and not order a drink.

The pair reached the bar and Drevmal smiled "Hello my name is Drevmal what would you folk like to drink"...

[Su Farong]

Farong, known as Rong on the streets of the Kitsune District, was a regular at the Rolling Thunder Underground. As a member of the unsavory class of individuals that lived in the southeast of the city, Rong frequented the Rolling Thunder when he was flush with crowns. This darkening, an accidental encounter with a student and subsequent mugging of that student allowed him the coin to by himself a drink chit.

The solitary Rong indulged himself at the bar. After all he was a better drinker than a dancer. When he danced he tended to bounce into people and fights would break out. Not that he didn't enjoy a good fight here and there, but tonight he wanted to drink his drink and scope out potential targets/marks/ or people he could seduce.

He reclined against the bar and looked out towards the underground with a lit cigar in his mouth, alcohol in his hands. The Kemite male looked unassuming- thin, young and fairly handsome. Yet his eyes were cold and always scanning the crowd for enemies.

Dwarfs and Cethers, always amused him and he smiled as he watched Sam the dwarf approached the bar with Lyssoryl. And Cethers? Well, he never 'dated' a halfling female before. Dwarfs he had and actually it was a disappointing experience.

He moved over slightly so he would stand next to the two newcomers. He finished his drink and lifted a finger to Drevmal.

"I'll take one!" He shouted above the din while he openly checked out the halfling female while ignoring the dwarf.

[Lyssoryl]

Lyssoryl looked back and forth between the two dwarves who were interested in her views on drinking. "I would very much enjoy a drink, but I am afraid this is my first time here and I am uncertain how the purchasing of beverages is arranged. I do not have a chit."

She noticed Rong watching her, and gave him a smile that was friendly but otherwise ambiguous in nature. She was beginning to get the impression that some of the cities rougher elements patronized the place, and prefered not to get into too much trouble too quickly.

[Zen]

If anyone present commented that Sam was looking rather miffed, they would be right. The dwarf glared at the human who so rudely interrupted the nice reverie with the pleasant Cether. Why, this sleazy human had even interrupted their attempts at purchasing a drink.

"Don't worry Lyssomyl! I'll get you a drink! Tell the barkeep what you be wanting. It'll be my treat, Babe!" Sam shouted over the din.

[Lyssoryl]

"Why thank you!" Lyssoryl said. There seemed to be tension in the air. She hoped that things would diffuse soon, although perhaps these were the sort of men who enjoyed a good brawl. She took a casual look around in case she needed to scamper out of the way.

To Dremval she said "Do you serve annisette? If not, I shall have an ale."

[Drevmal]

"We serve nearly every drink you can name" Drevmal said and gave her the requested annisette. He looked at the males of this new group and saw the tension and hate between them. They were both looking to flatter and please this woman while trying to knock each other out of the competition.

He accepted the coins from the dwarf and adressed the entire group. "So what brings you all here tonight...

[Su Farong]

"Why the company of course!" Answered the arrogant Kemite to anyone in earshot as he chomped on his burning cigar as he turned to face Sam the dwarf face-to-face. "Though I must admit that I am more fond of some," He winked at the female Cether. "Than others..." Su Farong turned his attention back to the huffy dwarf.

The Kemite took a step and leaned towards the dwarf's face.
"You got any more dirty looks there brother? Because I'm ready to dance if you are..." Su Farong's face turned serious, his eyes glinted with aggression. Truth was, he had felt punchy all this brightening. That poor schlub of a student had offered little more than an appetizer, and Su 'Wrong Way' Farong was still hungry...

[Lyssoryl]

A forced nervous forced smile spread slowly across Lyssoryl's face. With exaggerated casualness she extended a leg behind her, then shifted her weight to it so that she was further from the two men who were squaring off. The glass of annisette in her hand was as yet untasted.

"Hey!" She said to Drevmal with an excessively bright tone, "That is some quality stitching in the back of your shirt. Do you mind if I have a look? Who is your tailor?" She stepped behind him, then went on tip-toes to peer over his shoulder and see if anything bad was happening.

[Drevmal]

He watched as the males became more and more aggrivated and began to square of at each other. Instantly his fighters mind kicked in and he saw all possible forms of attack. He was snapped out of this when the female hid behind him and noticed she was quite scared.

"Gentlemen" he said in a quite harsh voice "The are two things i WILL NOT abide by here, one is fighting and the other is fighting in front of a lady". He turned and put his arms around her shoulders and moved her forwards to where she could be better seen.
"Can you not see she is worried about what will happen here for her sake do not fight" he said this then let her hide behind him again.

"As a final deterant to your fighting each other" he said as he drew a greataxe from beneath the counter, "I am an ex mercanary who has killed more people than you have had lovers so do not try me" with that he smiled and start to wipe some glasses while observing the males reactions...