That one scene where a shady dude gets interrogated in a scandalous location [D4EA, The Mermaid’s Cups] (Expecting)

[Whisper]

Whisper leaned forward. "We have business with Larry. If we can't find Larry, we'll have to take our business somewhere else."

[Flession]

The nice lady paying her way thru wizarding college looks at you dejected and stomps off, throwing her hair back. The man at the counter looks annoyed, but continues. "Look, if you want to find your friend Larry, that's fine. Cover charge is one silver a head. Just don't go bothering the girls while they work and don't start something with your friend that'll make us have to kick you out."

[Whisper]

He flipped him a gold. "If you do see Larry, let us know."

[Illiam'iira]

As her dance winds down, Illiam'iira lets out a little sigh, ready for her break. She finishes up and steps down, stretching and wiggling, trying to get back into the bodyfeeling of just being, instead of the feeling of being a performer performing. "Takin' my break!" She chirps out before making her way to Whisper and Dare.

"Y'all doing alright?"

[Flession]

He flipped him a gold. "If you do see Larry, let us know."

He takes the gold coin and nods his head, still not at all sure who Larry was, although he would start to ask every man coming in if his name was Larry.

[Dare Shah]

The nice lady paying her way thru wizarding college looks at you dejected and stomps off, throwing her hair back. The man at the counter looks annoyed, but continues. "Look, if you want to find your friend Larry, that's fine. Cover charge is one silver a head. Just don't go bothering the girls while they work and don't start something with your friend that'll make us have to kick you out."

"I think there might be a misunderstanding somewhere. The ‘Larry’ we're looking after is supposed to enough of a regular here that it's also where he's conducting his business transactions, buying and selling goods of dubious origins.

If we cannot find him, I suppose I'll use the occasion of my presence here to look at your books rather than his. By the way, I'm Lady Dare Shah, from the Sigil Custom Offices, next door to and sometimes occasional collaborator of the Sigil Revenue Service."

As her dance winds down, Illiam'iira lets out a little sigh, ready for her break. She finishes up and steps down, stretching and wiggling, trying to get back into the bodyfeeling of just being, instead of the feeling of being a performer performing. "Takin' my break!" She chirps out before making her way to Whisper and Dare.

"Y'all doing alright?"

"Some confusion I believe. If you're an occasional worker here, you wouldn't happen to know what Larry the Fence looks like?"

[Illiam'iira]

"Some confusion I believe. If you're an occasional worker here, you wouldn't happen to know what Larry the Fence looks like?"

Illi watches Shah with some concern, but slowly nods. "Larry's a real weird name... do you mean Larissa? I heard that name called a few times, I think she's a dancer here. I'm just here for a shift to see if I 'fit the tavern's image'." She adds air quotes where applicable. "Want me to ask around?"

[Dare Shah]

"Maybe? I'm operating mostly on caffeine since yesterday. Everyone wants results in the shortest delay. I wouldn't trust my memory until I get an actual good night of sleep."

[Illiam'iira]

"Maybe? I'm operating mostly on caffeine since yesterday. Everyone wants results in the shortest delay. I wouldn't trust my memory until I get an actual good night of sleep."

"Oh, Lady Shah..." Illi's shoulders sag. Poor woman! "Okay. Let me help out. Uhm -- I'll be taking a long break --" She nods to the man behind the counter, "My friend needs some help." And with that she clasps her hands together, whispers the spell, and, poof! Sparkles! Clothes on. They're even fancy, too, so they kinda-sorta match, hers a low-cut off-the-shoulder floor-length black dress made of many layers of fine translucent fabric. Illiam'iira links arms with Dare. "After this we get you some real food, okay?"

[Flession]

"I think there might be a misunderstanding somewhere. The ‘Larry’ we're looking after is supposed to enough of a regular here that it's also where he's conducting his business transactions, buying and selling goods of dubious origins.

If we cannot find him, I suppose I'll use the occasion of my presence here to look at your books rather than his. By the way, I'm Lady Dare Shah, from the Sigil Custom Offices, next door to and sometimes occasional collaborator of the Sigil Revenue Service."

The man mutters something underneath his breath about having just paid the Fated last week, but otherwise dismisses your threat entirely. Having heard the confusion & clarification, however, he simply rolls his eyes. While he doesn't call you a "berk" to your face, his look at you clearly implies that he is thinking it.