Post by Laurnath on Apr 1, 2022 16:38:04 GMT 10
In a dry but dusty warehouse in Mirros' Nest, money is changing hands. An empty space is an empty space and likeminded people of industry have made a trade.
The large open space has a stage made of pallets and wooden planks.
A bar is fashioned out of the largest crates that can be found, chairs of barrels and scrap wood. The back shelf is merely another big stack of empty crates with bottles that range from half full to all just dregs. Stacks and stacks and stacks of milk pails and bamboo straws are stuffed along the 'bar' line. Candles in jars and cut up cans are scattered around out of the reach of drunken patrons. A not very slick, but practiced operation. Workers have already been procured, hardened faces and wizened old hands at managing this sort of outfit.
In the middle of them all, the ringmaster of sorts - a hunched older woman with a floral housecoat and a feathered cap on her wiry grey hair. Her piercingly dark eyes do not miss a single thing. Ordering around the ragtag bunch, pointing out issues and demanding changes to the men and women skittering around on the wide weathered wooden planks. The dust flicking up and flying into the lit air with a soft shower of lit up grit and hay.
After one last threat about money with her gnarled finger, she heaves herself out of the warehouse and into the cobbled streets. Then slowly beginning to straighten up, picking up speed, shucking the wig, hat and dress. Emerging as an elderly man of good posture with a luxurious but nevertheless stuck-on beard. He claps the shoulder of a spruiking worker. Standing at the crossroads to the entrance of the warehouses, at the clap he begins calling out to people about a good time with good music and cheap drinks. Giving the man a thumbs up and calling him boss.
The transitional way that the boss came, is now a steady but slow flow of eager but softly downtrodden looking Nest residents and thrillseekers from Mirros.
A grinning face and curling fingers drawing them in with promises of the best show that you'd never heard of. The most amazing inventive drink you'll never taste again. It seems, nigh unbelievable - but worth a look, right?
The large open space has a stage made of pallets and wooden planks.
A bar is fashioned out of the largest crates that can be found, chairs of barrels and scrap wood. The back shelf is merely another big stack of empty crates with bottles that range from half full to all just dregs. Stacks and stacks and stacks of milk pails and bamboo straws are stuffed along the 'bar' line. Candles in jars and cut up cans are scattered around out of the reach of drunken patrons. A not very slick, but practiced operation. Workers have already been procured, hardened faces and wizened old hands at managing this sort of outfit.
In the middle of them all, the ringmaster of sorts - a hunched older woman with a floral housecoat and a feathered cap on her wiry grey hair. Her piercingly dark eyes do not miss a single thing. Ordering around the ragtag bunch, pointing out issues and demanding changes to the men and women skittering around on the wide weathered wooden planks. The dust flicking up and flying into the lit air with a soft shower of lit up grit and hay.
After one last threat about money with her gnarled finger, she heaves herself out of the warehouse and into the cobbled streets. Then slowly beginning to straighten up, picking up speed, shucking the wig, hat and dress. Emerging as an elderly man of good posture with a luxurious but nevertheless stuck-on beard. He claps the shoulder of a spruiking worker. Standing at the crossroads to the entrance of the warehouses, at the clap he begins calling out to people about a good time with good music and cheap drinks. Giving the man a thumbs up and calling him boss.
The transitional way that the boss came, is now a steady but slow flow of eager but softly downtrodden looking Nest residents and thrillseekers from Mirros.
A grinning face and curling fingers drawing them in with promises of the best show that you'd never heard of. The most amazing inventive drink you'll never taste again. It seems, nigh unbelievable - but worth a look, right?