Elendor
Rumors and gossipers
Brony, Ivera, and Boldibad have a casual chat which soon turns to rumors.
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Location: Lucky Tucky Inn, Tuckborough
Game Date: Blotmath 22, 1448 S.R.
IC Time: Morning, 7:30
Weather: Pleasantly warm
Description: RL (Arizona) Time is Fri Jan 08 09:32:15 2010 (+time).
IC Time is 07:36:45 on Monday, Blotmath (November) 22, 1448 S.R.
Boldibad
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Ivera
A hobbit girl standing around 2 feet and 10 inches tall. Her sandy curls are pulled back loosely and hang just past her shoulders. She wears a dark brown dress with a pattern of dark green ivy along the bottom hem to match the color of her eyes.
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Brony
This middle-aged hobbit stands tall at approximately three and a half feet, carrying himself proudly and calmly. His face shows the beginnings of gentle creasing from smiles and laughs that have accumulated over the years of his life. His amber hair is short and coiled in loose curls over his head, though starting to recede as baldness begins to show itself. His smoothed, rounded ears stick slightly out from his head, and his hazel eyes shine brightly from their sockets. His lips, starting to crack, are pulled constantly in a gentle smile.
This hobbit's rotund middle is clothed in a bright red, slightly worn waistcoat with a deep green, also worn, jacket pulled over the waistcoat and allowed to hang open. The breeches this one wears are also a deep green, velvet, worn in spots with old washed out discolorations from food and drink stains long since accumulated. No stockings or shoes adorn this one's feet as they extend below the breeches, thick amber fur providing all the protection they need.
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Lucky-Tucky Inn(#13754Rt)
Behold the Lucky Tucky Inn: finest in ale and merriment in all of Tookland! The inn has a cozy feel to it-- many paintings adorn the wooden walls as well as a rather large map of the Westfarthing. Behind the rustic oak bar stands quite a small hobbit, Brant Thudder, keeping busy cleaning glass and serving drinks and such.
The inn holds many distinguishing features. In the center of the spacious room is a spring wood dance floor, kept clean at all times. The bar is usually busy, various hobbits chatting and drinking jovially. Round tables are spread throughout the room with orange tablecloths and baskets of assorted crackers on each table. A few barrels of Ol' Toby Pipeweed can be seen to the side of the bar, and the tavern's patrons merrily fill the air with its sweet smoking aroma. Towards the back wall of the establishment a small stage rises above the tavern floor, a perfect place for small side acts and musical performances. Next to the bar there is a small door that leads outside to the back yard.
Contents:
Ivera
Brony
Brant Thudder
Obvious exits:
Back Door leads to Small Shed, Local brewery.
Out leads to Tuckborough.
A group of hobbits sit in the corner of the room, gossiping amongst themselves and chuckling. You could probably EAVESDROP on some gossip, or even GOSSIP to give them something new to talk about.
Finally, the rainy weather has faded away, and the air is relatively warm this morning. People go in and out of the inn, as the hustle of the day carries on around town. Boldibad Bolger comes in through the door, whistling merrily. In one swift motion, he removes his cloak and hangs it on a peg near the door, and makes his way to the bar. "Good morning, Brant," he says to the bartender. "I believe I'll start the day with a cup of your famous tea."
Seated alone at a table very near the bar, Ivera notices Boldibad enter as she drinks her tea and eats from a basket of biscuits in the center of the table. "Good Morning," she said with a smile as Boldibad passed by her.
The familiar voice of Boldibad causes one Brony Banks to look up from the table where he is sitting, parchment and writing utensils surrounding him. His eyes sparkle as he notices Ivera as well, and he calls out, "G'morning," with a wave of his ink-stained hands. A pipe sits on the table beside him, tendrils of smoke rising from it, and he rests the waving hand on the stem, leaning back in his seat for the moment.
Boldibad climbs up on to the stool, and swivels around to look across the room. "Ah," he says, "good morning, Miss Pott. Hello, Mr. Banks."
Brant returns with a steaming teacup and sets it on the bar in front of Boldibad. He turns back around, takes a sip, and reaches for his own pipe. "I was just thinking about you this morning, Mr. Banks--have you had time to enter the baking contest we were all talking about some days ago?"
Continuing to enjoy her biscuits, Ivera turns her attention to Brony. "Good Morning, Mr. Banks!" Hearing Boldibad's question, she waited for him to reply, and waiting to see if she had more competition. "I've been meaning to go to the Old Tree and see if there were any more entrants...." she said quietly, almost to herself.
A long look at the parchment in front of him, and Brony smiles. "I've just been lookin' through some of my old recipes. And I think I've found one that'll do the job." He studies Ivera for a moment, and then teasingly adds, "Though I think Miss Pott has a much better chance of winnin'." He stage winks at Boldibad, and then reaches to roll up the parchment and stow his writing gear in a pouch hanging from his belt.
Boldibad turns to Ivera as he packs up his pipe and puts a spark to it. Chuckling a bit, he says, "You know, the weather had me in such a cheery mood, that I stopped by the tree on my way here. It looks like the competition is heating up--people are saying a big-folk, name of Rosemary, has entered the contest." He grins at Brony, "Well, the best of luck to both of you, once again--the Bolgers have some fine recipes to contend with."
Taking another sip of her tea, Ivera stands up from the table and pushes her chair in. With a small chuckle, Ivera starts to make her way toward the door. "Thank you both, and have a wonderful day. I'm afraid I can't stay and chat today, but perhaps I'll run into you again later, seems to be happening quite a bit lately."
Ivera says, "sorry guys, starting to pose out before i pass out lol"
You say, "NP, Thanks for the RP Ive :)"
Brony grins. Thanks for playing though. :)
Brony's eyebrows raise slightly at the mention of the new entrant, and he mutters something under his breath before taking a long drag from his pipe and then smiling some. Addressing Boldibad, he asks, "I think the real winners'll be the judges, don't you?" As Ivera stands to leave, Brony calls out a quiet, "Have a good day, miss," as she makes her way to the door.
Boldibad nods to Ivera, "Good day!" He puffs on his pipe a few times, and leans forward in his stool a bit, "Indeed, and can you imagine that--a human? Some around here might think it bad if it were a Brandybuck signing up, but a Breefolk is another thing entirely." He nods then, "And you're right about that--unless the rumor about miss Pella Took is true..."
Ivera has disconnected.
"I remember a time when those humans kept to their own lands. 't was a happy time." Brony shakes his head slowly, and moves to re-pack his pipe, adding just slightly more than usual to it. "Not to say all humans are bad, it's just that times are changin'. And what's this about miss Took now?" He leans forward, elbows on the table.
Boldibad lets his pipe rest, cradled in his left hand as he reaches around awkwardly for his teacup. He takes a sip, places it back down, and leans back against the bar. "Yes sir, and my old father used to say that times wouldn't be changing if the Outsiders kept their trouble on the Outside, where it belongs." He puffs on his pipe, out of habit, and continues on to the other topic, "Why, Miss Took has always been the judge of this contest. And--well, perhaps I shouldn't go on about anything that would discourage a good baker from entering..."
Brony's snort can be heard halfway across the inn just before he disgustedly adds, "And they're teaching our children all the wrong ways to live - leavin' their families and goin' on wild goose-chases." A look is cast around the inn, and then he adds softly, "I hear there's even Outsiders plannin' on takin' our lands." He sighs, and rests his arms on the table, leaning forward. "But enough of that. You should tell me about miss Took... what could she possibly do that's so bad?"
Boldibad shudders visibly for a second, "Well, that's downright frightening! But, such is on peoples' lips these days, as you seem to be aware of. Well, I agree, such topics are best left for those gossipy old hobbits in the corner over there."
One of the regulars glares at Boldibad from the corner and begins whispering to his companions.
"Well," Boldibad continues, "don't take it wrong--she doesn't do anything bad, really. It's just that folks are saying that she merely picks the winner at random!"
Brony laughs as he notices the regular's glare, and slaps the table once as he does. "Now that is the honest truth!" He sticks his tounge out at the gossipy group, and then winks to Boldibad. "Sometimes they need to be reminded to have a little fun. And as for choosing the winner at random, well, I can't say as that's a bad idea if it's all good." He shrugs and puffs on his pipe before quietly asking, "It is all in good fun, right?"
Boldibad laughs as well, "Be careful--that little move is going to put your name on their lips for a month!" He follows Brony's pipe movement, as though he'd forgotten he had one of his own, and takes a short draw on the plain stem. "Do you think so, Mr. Banks? I know a lot of people, mostly who live in this area and know the Tooks well, who downright refuse to enter the contest based on that little rumor! I suppose when you put it that way, though, it really is a lot of fun. And," he adds, "I never said -I- believed that to be the way of it--that is, that Pella would pick any old name at random! The Tooks are good hobbits, despite what some families might claim."
"Ah, let 'em talk. Wouldn't be the first time, or the last." Brony's grin grows, and the corner of his mouth turns up as he tries not to laugh. "And yes," he adds, "I do think so. Contests are all about fun, not winnin'. Any good person wouldn't refuse to join just because of some rumor like that - it's just plain old hobbit-sense." He nods once and crosses his arms loosely, shaking his head. "I'm sure the Tooks are good hobbits - all of 'em. I've met some I really liked. Good heads on their shoulders for the most part." He casts another look back at the gossipers, and mutters under his breath, "Some people just need to learn to have a little fun."
Suppressed laughs go up at the table in the corner, perhaps in response to a biting remark made by one of the gossippers--too low to be heard, of course.
Boldibad grins and finishes up his tea, setting the cup on the bar behind him. "Well, I can't argue with that--I don't know a problem that wasn't fixed with a good ol' head full of hobbit-sense." He glances at the gossipers, "Something some poor souls just aren't born with..."
Stretching, he stands from the stool, "Well, I suppose I should see to my errands before I get too comfortable in this tavern!"
Brony stands and offers his hand to Boldibad, ink stains and all, and he smiles warmly. "Well I must say, it was good to see you again. It's nice havin' someone with a bit of good sense to him to talk to!" He also nods once at the comment about the errands, and then blushes a bit. "Ah, thank you. I forgot, I have work to do m'self! Ingredients to buy, bread to bake..." He winks, and then adds, "A good day to you, Mr. Bolger."
Boldibad shakes Brony's hand, but only for a brief moment, and he glances uncomfortably at his hand afterward. He then smiles, brushing the thought away, and even offers a polite bow. "Thank you, Mr. Banks--it takes one to know one, they say!" He smiles, "Good day." He then makes his way out the door, taking his cloak as he goes.
End
IC Time is 07:36:45 on Monday, Blotmath (November) 22, 1448 S.R.
Boldibad
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Ivera
A hobbit girl standing around 2 feet and 10 inches tall. Her sandy curls are pulled back loosely and hang just past her shoulders. She wears a dark brown dress with a pattern of dark green ivy along the bottom hem to match the color of her eyes.
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Brony
This middle-aged hobbit stands tall at approximately three and a half feet, carrying himself proudly and calmly. His face shows the beginnings of gentle creasing from smiles and laughs that have accumulated over the years of his life. His amber hair is short and coiled in loose curls over his head, though starting to recede as baldness begins to show itself. His smoothed, rounded ears stick slightly out from his head, and his hazel eyes shine brightly from their sockets. His lips, starting to crack, are pulled constantly in a gentle smile.
This hobbit's rotund middle is clothed in a bright red, slightly worn waistcoat with a deep green, also worn, jacket pulled over the waistcoat and allowed to hang open. The breeches this one wears are also a deep green, velvet, worn in spots with old washed out discolorations from food and drink stains long since accumulated. No stockings or shoes adorn this one's feet as they extend below the breeches, thick amber fur providing all the protection they need.
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Lucky-Tucky Inn(#13754Rt)
Behold the Lucky Tucky Inn: finest in ale and merriment in all of Tookland! The inn has a cozy feel to it-- many paintings adorn the wooden walls as well as a rather large map of the Westfarthing. Behind the rustic oak bar stands quite a small hobbit, Brant Thudder, keeping busy cleaning glass and serving drinks and such.
The inn holds many distinguishing features. In the center of the spacious room is a spring wood dance floor, kept clean at all times. The bar is usually busy, various hobbits chatting and drinking jovially. Round tables are spread throughout the room with orange tablecloths and baskets of assorted crackers on each table. A few barrels of Ol' Toby Pipeweed can be seen to the side of the bar, and the tavern's patrons merrily fill the air with its sweet smoking aroma. Towards the back wall of the establishment a small stage rises above the tavern floor, a perfect place for small side acts and musical performances. Next to the bar there is a small door that leads outside to the back yard.
Contents:
Ivera
Brony
Brant Thudder
Obvious exits:
Back Door leads to Small Shed, Local brewery.
Out leads to Tuckborough.
A group of hobbits sit in the corner of the room, gossiping amongst themselves and chuckling. You could probably EAVESDROP on some gossip, or even GOSSIP
Finally, the rainy weather has faded away, and the air is relatively warm this morning. People go in and out of the inn, as the hustle of the day carries on around town. Boldibad Bolger comes in through the door, whistling merrily. In one swift motion, he removes his cloak and hangs it on a peg near the door, and makes his way to the bar. "Good morning, Brant," he says to the bartender. "I believe I'll start the day with a cup of your famous tea."
Seated alone at a table very near the bar, Ivera notices Boldibad enter as she drinks her tea and eats from a basket of biscuits in the center of the table. "Good Morning," she said with a smile as Boldibad passed by her.
The familiar voice of Boldibad causes one Brony Banks to look up from the table where he is sitting, parchment and writing utensils surrounding him. His eyes sparkle as he notices Ivera as well, and he calls out, "G'morning," with a wave of his ink-stained hands. A pipe sits on the table beside him, tendrils of smoke rising from it, and he rests the waving hand on the stem, leaning back in his seat for the moment.
Boldibad climbs up on to the stool, and swivels around to look across the room. "Ah," he says, "good morning, Miss Pott. Hello, Mr. Banks."
Brant returns with a steaming teacup and sets it on the bar in front of Boldibad. He turns back around, takes a sip, and reaches for his own pipe. "I was just thinking about you this morning, Mr. Banks--have you had time to enter the baking contest we were all talking about some days ago?"
Continuing to enjoy her biscuits, Ivera turns her attention to Brony. "Good Morning, Mr. Banks!" Hearing Boldibad's question, she waited for him to reply, and waiting to see if she had more competition. "I've been meaning to go to the Old Tree and see if there were any more entrants...." she said quietly, almost to herself.
A long look at the parchment in front of him, and Brony smiles. "I've just been lookin' through some of my old recipes. And I think I've found one that'll do the job." He studies Ivera for a moment, and then teasingly adds, "Though I think Miss Pott has a much better chance of winnin'." He stage winks at Boldibad, and then reaches to roll up the parchment and stow his writing gear in a pouch hanging from his belt.
Boldibad turns to Ivera as he packs up his pipe and puts a spark to it. Chuckling a bit, he says, "You know, the weather had me in such a cheery mood, that I stopped by the tree on my way here. It looks like the competition is heating up--people are saying a big-folk, name of Rosemary, has entered the contest." He grins at Brony, "Well, the best of luck to both of you, once again--the Bolgers have some fine recipes to contend with."
Taking another sip of her tea, Ivera stands up from the table and pushes her chair in. With a small chuckle, Ivera starts to make her way toward the door. "Thank you both, and have a wonderful day. I'm afraid I can't stay and chat today, but perhaps I'll run into you again later, seems to be happening quite a bit lately."
Brony's eyebrows raise slightly at the mention of the new entrant, and he mutters something under his breath before taking a long drag from his pipe and then smiling some. Addressing Boldibad, he asks, "I think the real winners'll be the judges, don't you?" As Ivera stands to leave, Brony calls out a quiet, "Have a good day, miss," as she makes her way to the door.
Boldibad nods to Ivera, "Good day!" He puffs on his pipe a few times, and leans forward in his stool a bit, "Indeed, and can you imagine that--a human? Some around here might think it bad if it were a Brandybuck signing up, but a Breefolk is another thing entirely." He nods then, "And you're right about that--unless the rumor about miss Pella Took is true..."
Ivera has disconnected.
"I remember a time when those humans kept to their own lands. 't was a happy time." Brony shakes his head slowly, and moves to re-pack his pipe, adding just slightly more than usual to it. "Not to say all humans are bad, it's just that times are changin'. And what's this about miss Took now?" He leans forward, elbows on the table.
Boldibad lets his pipe rest, cradled in his left hand as he reaches around awkwardly for his teacup. He takes a sip, places it back down, and leans back against the bar. "Yes sir, and my old father used to say that times wouldn't be changing if the Outsiders kept their trouble on the Outside, where it belongs." He puffs on his pipe, out of habit, and continues on to the other topic, "Why, Miss Took has always been the judge of this contest. And--well, perhaps I shouldn't go on about anything that would discourage a good baker from entering..."
Brony's snort can be heard halfway across the inn just before he disgustedly adds, "And they're teaching our children all the wrong ways to live - leavin' their families and goin' on wild goose-chases." A look is cast around the inn, and then he adds softly, "I hear there's even Outsiders plannin' on takin' our lands." He sighs, and rests his arms on the table, leaning forward. "But enough of that. You should tell me about miss Took... what could she possibly do that's so bad?"
Boldibad shudders visibly for a second, "Well, that's downright frightening! But, such is on peoples' lips these days, as you seem to be aware of. Well, I agree, such topics are best left for those gossipy old hobbits in the corner over there."
One of the regulars glares at Boldibad from the corner and begins whispering to his companions.
"Well," Boldibad continues, "don't take it wrong--she doesn't do anything bad, really. It's just that folks are saying that she merely picks the winner at random!"
Brony laughs as he notices the regular's glare, and slaps the table once as he does. "Now that is the honest truth!" He sticks his tounge out at the gossipy group, and then winks to Boldibad. "Sometimes they need to be reminded to have a little fun. And as for choosing the winner at random, well, I can't say as that's a bad idea if it's all good." He shrugs and puffs on his pipe before quietly asking, "It is all in good fun, right?"
Boldibad laughs as well, "Be careful--that little move is going to put your name on their lips for a month!" He follows Brony's pipe movement, as though he'd forgotten he had one of his own, and takes a short draw on the plain stem. "Do you think so, Mr. Banks? I know a lot of people, mostly who live in this area and know the Tooks well, who downright refuse to enter the contest based on that little rumor! I suppose when you put it that way, though, it really is a lot of fun. And," he adds, "I never said -I- believed that to be the way of it--that is, that Pella would pick any old name at random! The Tooks are good hobbits, despite what some families might claim."
"Ah, let 'em talk. Wouldn't be the first time, or the last." Brony's grin grows, and the corner of his mouth turns up as he tries not to laugh. "And yes," he adds, "I do think so. Contests are all about fun, not winnin'. Any good person wouldn't refuse to join just because of some rumor like that - it's just plain old hobbit-sense." He nods once and crosses his arms loosely, shaking his head. "I'm sure the Tooks are good hobbits - all of 'em. I've met some I really liked. Good heads on their shoulders for the most part." He casts another look back at the gossipers, and mutters under his breath, "Some people just need to learn to have a little fun."
Suppressed laughs go up at the table in the corner, perhaps in response to a biting remark made by one of the gossippers--too low to be heard, of course.
Boldibad grins and finishes up his tea, setting the cup on the bar behind him. "Well, I can't argue with that--I don't know a problem that wasn't fixed with a good ol' head full of hobbit-sense." He glances at the gossipers, "Something some poor souls just aren't born with..."
Stretching, he stands from the stool, "Well, I suppose I should see to my errands before I get too comfortable in this tavern!"
Brony stands and offers his hand to Boldibad, ink stains and all, and he smiles warmly. "Well I must say, it was good to see you again. It's nice havin' someone with a bit of good sense to him to talk to!" He also nods once at the comment about the errands, and then blushes a bit. "Ah, thank you. I forgot, I have work to do m'self! Ingredients to buy, bread to bake..." He winks, and then adds, "A good day to you, Mr. Bolger."
Boldibad shakes Brony's hand, but only for a brief moment, and he glances uncomfortably at his hand afterward. He then smiles, brushing the thought away, and even offers a polite bow. "Thank you, Mr. Banks--it takes one to know one, they say!" He smiles, "Good day." He then makes his way out the door, taking his cloak as he goes.
End
Players: Ivera, Brony, Boldibad
Located in: Shirefolk
