Pixie on the town (Moore)

[Anastasia]

You end up in a tavern, as these things seem to go. A quiet and dimly lit one, where couples and sometimes more drift to secluded, semi private booths. A few glances quickly convince more that eyes are best on your host and not on the patrons. Said host is a catfolk, easily identified because of Ithea. A male, clad in a tight tunic and loose pants. He polishes a tankard with a cloth, flipping the top open to get under it. Meanwhile Moonlight glances a few times and generally keeps an eye out. 

"Six wings? You're talking about solars," he remarks, "Yeah, there's solars around Rapture." His voice is like liquid silk, his voice almost dropping into a purr with every word. "Solars who serve Sharess usually take care of whatever she needs to be done but mostly matters in running Rapture and diplomacy with the other parts of Brightwater and beyond. See, her favored worshipers continue to serve her after death and she sends those out for recruiting. Well, the ones that don't turn into cats. They tend to nap and play instead."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles at that. "Yes, I'd imagine so. Is there any one in particular you think we should try and find, or will any of them do? I mean, it can't be that hard to find one, they probably stick out a bit!"

[Anastasia]

"You'd be surprised. Rapture's full of hidden alleys and secrets pathways, as well as tunnels between buildings," The barkeep remarks, "Not to forget they can teleport. You're not a native here, so let me explain. Rapture's about mystery and engaging in pleasures. But it's not out in the streets. It's in intimate places, where it may be you alone or only a few others. It's about secret meetings and shadowy comings and goings. Anyone can be nigh impossible to find if they don't want to be."

Putting down his tankard and going for another now that one's done, "Ask around, talk. It'll serve you better that way. Make connections. The cats are good at it, if you can get them to stop playing or to wake up long enough. They can all talk, though some of them prefer not to. You'll find the way eventually."

"Without all the hedonism, please," Moonlight pipes up with a cheerful smile. "It's your afterlife, but we're just visiting."

"Then definitely stick to the cats. Oh, and if someone doesn't take no for an answer, feel free to knock them out. Sharess doesn't approve of people not taking no for an answer." The barkeep shakes his head, "She'll punish you for it or make you guard a tree out in Ysgard for a few centuries instead."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods along with the information. "So wining and dining, except with cats. I think we can handle that." Moore looks to Moonlight. "Or perhaps cat and mouse is a slightly more apt metaphor. Well, how do you want to handle this? Should we start low-key and work our way up, or see if we can make a flashy entrance into the --" At this Moore raises his fingers in air quotes, "'Seedy and mysterious underground organization known as Rapture'?"

[Anastasia]

"Don't be a mouse in Rapture," Moonlight says quickly, "That never ends well for the mouse. I say we talk around, play it quiet. After all, that works best with Rapture's mood."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "All right, then we'll start with that and see what happens."

Intent will be to do some poking around for cats and see about things as they come.

[Anastasia]

Make with GIing again.

[Nephrite]

For now he'll leave it at default and take 10 for 33.

[Anastasia]

You wander the streets, enjoying the sunshine and finding cats who are willing to talk in between naps and other activities. You eventually find a huge cat - he must be twenty pounds if he's an ounce, unruly fury going every which way. He perches on a flat rock that sits besides a building, grooming himself as you ask him questions. "The solars?" His voice is gruff, 'Yeah, I heard where one is, 'least as of this morning."

[Nephrite]

"They get around a lot, huh?" Moore asks, leaving the petting to Moonlight since she seems to enjoy it. "Anything special going on where it was, you think?"

[Anastasia]

Moonlight keeps busy with that, petting the cat and smoothing its fur. It doesn't seem to mind. "She was heading to the Courtstones. Heard someone got in trouble last night."

[Nephrite]

"Hm, Courtstones? Is that as... literal as it sounds?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

A loud purring follows. The cat's tail thrashes about slowly as Moonlgiht lavishes attention on him. "Human, you have nice hands," he murmurs. "It's where troublemakers are judged and sentenced."

[Nephrite]

Yep, that's what he thought. "All right. We'll head over there and take a look. Thank you." Moore smiles. He'll let Moonlight finish to her satisfaction before he'll go poke around to find the Courtstones. It can't be that hard to find, can it?

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=54 ]{54}

You begin to wander down a sunny streets. As you dodge cats, Moonlight says, "I'm really glad I went here with you," Moonlight says, "Most men start thinking with the wrong head here." She makes an exaggerated EW face. "Last time I stopped in, I had to brain some sense into my companion. Just because they are triplets doesn't mean it's worth it."