aterat | 001

Who; Cole Cash and YOU
What; Introduction & Catch-All
Where; All around town
When; Last week of April & All of May
Warnings; Will update as necessary

i. arrival (fountains » market district tavern)

One should never discredit a shiny sack a midget shoves into your hand before running off into a crowd and Cole wasn't one to disregard the usefulness of anything handed to you for free, but he'd think about that later after he found the guy and made him start talking. There were a lot of people milling around, though, and as he cut through the crowd he lost track of Raimon quickly.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath to no one in particular, running a hand over his unruly blond hair, the few days of stubble peppering his chin. He was a tall man, broad of shoulder and sporting two pistols in shoulder holders at his sides. Fingerless gloves and rolled up sleeves coupled with dark cargo pants and combat boots finished the picture of a man who was accustomed to combat, and accustomed to a place far more advanced than this one. His brows lowered on the street outside the Market District Tavern as he took in his surroundings. Locals moved around him on the street as he looked around, taking in the market stalls, the cobbled streets, the...actual tavern? The giant birds hauling actual carriages?

He reached into the pocket of his shirt, producing a slightly crumbled but serviceable pack of cigarettes and sliding one between his lips, not really minding he was in the middle of everything seeing as people were just giving him a slightly wide berth, and he lit it with a zippo lighter from his pants pocket.

"Well, Toto. I think we're a long way from Kansas." It would seem less weird if he were talking to anyone in particular.

ii. the market district tavern

Cole is the best at what he does, and what he does...is drink, which is to say he goes with the best way to process this new place is to try out their liquor. The little guy did give him some coin. He'd better get to wasting it. Walking into the tavern itself feels a lot like going to a Ren Faire to him, only the corsets are way better done, and he isn't paying with cash, but actual coins that weren't minted by a machine. So weird, but he could groove with it. He takes a seat at the bar, and the tavern keep gets his order. "Something harder than the beer," is his only specification.

The keep slides a glass of amber liquid his way and he smiles, pleased, at the aroma. "That's what I'm talking about."

iii. network || text

[He could have gone shopping, but Cole is aware some of the people here have been here for a while and they might be a place to start.]

Hey, old-timers. I hear some of you have been around for a long time. How familiar are you with the products available around here? Best place to find arms and armor? Alchemy ingredients?

[He may be attempting to pretend he's in a video game and figuring out how someone would refer to something normal.

He may also be looking into how to make explosives. Who knows?]

(OOC: If you'd like a personalized prompt here, just let me know, or feel free to start your own! This will also be used as a catch-all for logs throughout May (with potential even shinanigans)

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It would take a lot of doing for Cole to be easy-going about anything here or anywhere else. He'd done undercover work with the CIA and he could pretend with the best of them, but behind that casual, almost flippant persona, was a man who was wound as tight as a bow-string and ready to spring into action at the drop of a proverbial hat.

He nodded. So Mr. Tweed here had heard of Koolaid, but in the respect of having it explained to him. He'd probably never even had the stuff. He wasn't missing much. "Yeah. I became vogue for cult leaders to lace it with cyanide to feed it to their loyal followers to aid them on their 'journies'." He shrugged, taking a hit from the glass the tavernkeep and so graciously refilled. "Maybe that was just the one time, but it was a pretty big deal."

He chuckled, nodding and taking a bit of spiced potato. Yeah, definitely at a Ren Faire. "As long as it's not poisoned, I think we'll get along okay. Otherwise, I might be a little pissed off."

I might be able to help with alchemy ingredients. There's a lot of variety in my garden. What are you looking for?

He was out exploring because there was more to this place than the last time. So Terra is out and about looking at things and learning some people even seem to recognize him. But he kept on and went about his business.

Somehow the fountain seemed to be a thing he passed by and Terra pulled back a moment as he saw the fast and furious little gnome taking off again. One day he wanted to be able to move that quickly. So he smiled as the thing seemed to disappear into thin air and continued on his way.

Seeing an unfamiliar man pull out a stick and light it on fire was new. That he didn't recall but then he heard the man speaking to someone named Toto about something called Kansas.

So he made his presence known by moving since his metal boots were anything but stealthy and once Terra had his attention he had to ask. "Is Kansas the world you're from?"

"Cole!" Insea approached with a warm smile. She was wearing what she normally wore in the sphere, a pair of worn leather boots and a loose light pink dress. She hadn't met Cole formally but she had known everyone who had arrived in the Sphere and Cole was no exception. "I do not know if you remember me?"

She pointed to her face before placing her palms together in a light clap. "Oh! Perhaps you remember the store. I often created styles for those just arriving to the Sphere."

Inesa didn't even consider that Cole might not remember her.

llewellyn watts || tdm continuation

audio;

Arrival

ii. the market district tavern