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[rhinemaid]

Who: Cindy, Ilde, and YOU?
What: Fairies and Fables have needs, and there's this place in Howl Barrow-
Where: A Howl Barrow sex shop.
When: Midday Shundi.
Notes: Rodolphus is getting a tentacle tie-pin as a gift. If you have a preference on threading with Cindy or Ilde or getting tag-teamed, specifically, please note as much or we'll decide amongst ourselves.
Warnings: Discussion of sexuality, masturbation, tentacles, etc. No Sean Connery, unfortunately.

The reason for Ilde's outing is twofold; picking up and wrecking men is more Sonja's area of expertise than hers and yet fingers really only go so far, for one thing, and for another her quiet canvassing has produced some rumours about what she'll find here that have inspired an almost morbid curiosity. In a city so diverse, it only makes sense that the accoutrements of local sexuality would be equally so, and - as Cindy agrees, joining her when they run into each other riverside on the way - that she has to see. Her horizons were being broadened even before Baedal, it only makes sense to continue exploring new perspectives. Especially since she's always been in favour of trying new things.

And what better way to get to know a new acquaintance, anyway? Maybe they'll get a coffee after.

The shop is a discreet place just off the main street through the district, featuring a mural of bodies (human and xenian alike - Ilde points out a mermaid, laughing) in various states of dishabille painted onto the back of the glass storefront; only light and shadows coming translucently through the colours give much of a hint at what lies behind. They linger outside a while to finish respective cigarettes and speculate between themselves, and Ilde grinds hers out under her heel before they go in.

(no subject)

[gotbottle]

Who: Martel and Rachel
What: Tea and information.
Where: The library.
When: backdated to Coardi, late afternoon.
Notes: N/A.
Warnings:THEY ARE SURROUNDED BY BOOKS OH GOD. ...I mean, nothing, so far.

Back home in California, libraries were plentiful. But they were terribly modern affairs, all glass and steel and carpet, new shelves neatly lined with books. The libraries in New York were a bit better. Some of those were actually in stone buildings and looked well lived-in.

But this library, she thinks as she steps inside, this one looks much more like the mental images she had of libraries when she read about them as a kid. It seems old, hushed, full of dusty leather tomes and serious people doing serious reading.

She goes over to the first librarian's station she sees, politely asking for Martel in hushed tones befitting the place.