Conscientia

[gamemakers]

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

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[itsananimalthing]

A pair of night-sighted creatures in the same restaurant. Who'd've thunk it? Riddick had to admit that the multi-eyed, multi-limbed monster was interesting, at least. So when he wandered into a different restaurant than his usual-- he was sick of Tessurae and needed a break from the constant barrage of death-statistics there-- and spotted Some, he angled that direction once he'd gotten his drink.

"So what do you eat?" he opened the conversation with. Nothing particularly polite, of course, but that didn't mean Riddick was planning on being rude. Exactly.

[gruesome]

Some looked up from his glass of water, his little claws tapping at the glass. "Ah, hello..." he said coolly, nonplussed by the abrupt question. "You're... one of the other Tributes, right?"

[itsananimalthing]

"Yep." Riddick considered sitting down, but that did seem a little on the forward side. For him, anyway. So for the moment, he stayed on his feet, looking down-ish at the seated... monster. Alien. Grue. At least he looked amiable, while he did it. "Richard B. Riddick. District 11. I'd say at your service, but there ain't exactly much any of us can do around here, right?"

[gruesome]

"Some ovMennet," he introduced himself. "I belong to District Eight." He didn't have far to look down. Standing, Some was over seven feet tall; seated, he was still close to eye-level with the tallest humans in the room. "And I eat meat." Not that that wasn't obvious, with the two mouths full of small, serrated teeth.

[itsananimalthing]

"Well, you can get that here," Riddick pointed out, probably about as obvious as Some and his mouth. And nope, he didn't have to look down all that much. Riddick was big, but Some was definitely still bigger. "Mostly they cover it in sauce, but I bet if you asked real nice they'd keep it clean."

[gruesome]

"That is what I've asked for. I do not do well with the plant foods." Reflexively, he rubbed his upper arms, remembering the hives from the days when he'd experimented with that.

[itsananimalthing]

"Did you know that before they kidnapped ya here?" Riddick asked, curious. He could imagine being tossed into a place with no green food at all; hell, he had been tossed into a place with no green food at all. A couple of them. It was pretty possible Some had never actually had access. Right?

[gruesome]

"Oh, yes. I come from All-Falls-In, but before I came here, I was taken to a city called Bete Noire, which was mostly humans. I know very well what I actually need. I spent two years there."

[itsananimalthing]

Lucky him, then. "Guess you didn't hafta worry about experimentin' here where everyone sees everything, then, right?" And where the fuck was "All-Falls-In" and was it named that way because things fell into it, or because it had fallen in, as some point? Inquiring minds want to know!

Not enough to actually ask, though. Not yet, anyway.

[gruesome]

"Mostly not, no. Though I never ate in restaurants there... Most of them were human-only. It was actually more dangerous there than here."

Even so, this was only the first time Some had come to eat outside District Eight's floor of the training center.

[itsananimalthing]

"More dangerous." Well, really, he could see that. Considering how well they were treated when they weren't supposed to be killing each other, and the whole death-is-not-permanent thing. "What, they didn't bring ya back when y'died?"

[gruesome]

"They didn't. The City did, though, but never for free. It kept changing my body."

[itsananimalthing]

Now that had Riddick's interest. His brows went up over the tops of his sunglasses. "Changing your body. How'd it do that?"

[gruesome]

Some spread a hand, long-fingered and spidery, on his own chest. "This is my own form. But every time I died in Bete Noire, it would switch, between this and something... almost human. Close enough it even smelled like it. I hated it."

[itsananimalthing]

"Guess they didn't like you lookin' so different," Riddick chuckled, trying to imagine the grue as anything other than what he was now. "They cut down on the number of legs, then, I guess?"

[gruesome]

He laughed uneasily. "Legs, arms, mouths, eyes... I felt cut in half, though of course, I was a whole thing. Just not a whole grue."