Re: THE ROAD TO WEIRMONKEN (with probable bunny drop-off first)
Ariadne took a sip of her cider, which was excellent, and ate some of the cheese, which was odd but not offputing.
She looked around the room, glass in hand (as an LA girl, she had learned long ago not to leave cups unattended), and tried to surreptitiously check out the crowd. She'd gotten pretty good at surveying trouble spots and interesting people back home, but things were very new here. The music was a bit subdued, but that let her concentrate better on her surroundings. Jade was singing along with the harpist, and Ari nodded her head with the tune.
When a random woman walked up, tears in her eyes, it occurred to Ari that "Jade Singing" wasn't the harmless random thing that it should have been. She winced and mentally kicked herself for forgetting, once again, about the weird magical shenanigans that were so common here.
She spoke up at the woman's question.
"We're from Tanus. We're merchants, looking for new venues for trade and friendship"
Belatedly, she realized that she'd been hoping that they could just drink in peace, staying somewhat anonymous.
Ariadne realized now that a good cover story would have been a good idea. Summoning up all she'd learned about Tanus, Ari started putting together a rough back story in her mind.
It had been a game, back in West Hollywood, when she and her friends had hit the bars after shooting on a movie or something similar. The women had all stood out, especially in straight bars, even among a crowd of Hollywood drinkers, and always attracted a lot of attention, with many patrons asking who they were, what they did for a living, etc. And they'd learned the hard way that talking about movie sets and stunt work was a great way to get swamped and bombarded with questions, and basically losing all privacy and any chance to relax. So they took turns, with one of them inventing a job and sometimes backstories for everyone. They'd figure out who's "turn" it was, and that person would, if the subject came up, introduce everyone, including fake names, and tell their "story". The quartet of woman had been UCLA coeds taking a study break, a group of nurses getting off shift, kindergarten teachers getting courage to return to work the next day, or a bachelorette party after the groom hooked up with the caterer. Having had a couple of improv classes in college, Ariadne wasn't bad at the game, though pretending to be a bride pining for her man had been a bit of a challenge, though not quite as much as pretending to be a nurse. Nurses had very complicated jobs, it turned out.
This time, though, Ariadne smiled and looked at the woman, admiring her outfit and her hair, and went into the routine.
"Montevalno? I've never been. Is that nice?"