Tale as Old As Time [Finished]

[yamikuronue]

"Oh honey," she says, voice dripping with that Southern-style good-natured condescension. "Everything. You have a whole hot mess going on in here."

[CalamityJade]

"..." Morden sighed. "I guess I may be a tad old fashioned, but I don't rightly know what you mean. Would you mind clarifying?" And possibly not sounding like things are very obvious.

[yamikuronue]

She waves a hand in a circular motion, indicating Echo. "This mess."

[accalia]

"That doesn't make any more sense than it did the first time, begging the lady's pardon."

Echo has adopted a slight southern drawl, even if he doesn't seem to have noticed and a new scar has appeared on his face, one that looks remarkably like an old bullet wound, the king that may have been made by a musket.

[CalamityJade]

"Well, thank you for clearing that up." Morden resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "And how exactly are you going to help with this...'mess' that you're talking about."

[yamikuronue]

She points at Echo's face. "He's got a bullet hole. That's probably a sign."

[accalia]

"please, This one has had many bullet wounds in one's time. If every one was a sign this one would have no time for anything for all the signs."

Echo seems to have not noticed the reemergence of this latest scar

[yamikuronue]

"Look," says Vi, exasperated. "I don't want to talk out here in the hallway. It's just not comfortable. Let's all head into the room, get comfy, and catch each other up like civilized people..."

So saying, she dips her hand into her tote bag and pulls out a fancy glass bottle with some brown liquid, which she shakes to make slosh.

"With single-malt barrel-aged whiskey."

[CalamityJade]

"Single-malt...so you're going to bribe us with alcohol." Morden gave a slight. "While I can appreciate the sentiment, I've found that I should avoid drinking."

[accalia]

"Alcohol and this one.... mix oddly. This one will pass, although the suggestion to relocate out of the hallway does have some merit."

[yamikuronue]

"Agreed," says Siegfried, finally speaking up. "Drinking lowers mental control."

"Wow, you guys are so not fun," retorts Vi, tucking the bottle away.

[CalamityJade]

Morden tried to not smile too much. "That depends entirely if you need alcohol to have fun. Personally, that's never been an issue."

[accalia]

Echo looks down slowly, clearly remembering something.

"this one thinks the hallway is not the correct place for this conversation, perhaps moving to the room would be better. This talk has attracted attention from other guests"

[yamikuronue]

Vi nods. "Lead on."

And so, a few minutes later, the four find themselves spread across two Queen-sized beds, a sofa with a pullout bed tucked away inside, and a desk chair. Vi sits cross-legged on one of the beds, the bottle on the nightstand beside her; she's tucked her tote into the corner, where they can see that on one side, in purple and decorated with rhinestones, it reads "Totes awesome!".

"So. There's only one good way to do an exchange of information like this," she begins.

[CalamityJade]

"And how is that, Miss Vi." Morden was a little wary, but she seemed friendly enough. He was a bit curious as to what the woman had to say, so for now he'd simply wait.