#earthrunes

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The Chancellior gets told by a servant of a meeting. As do other members of the Household.

Two hours later, Coradel arrives in the room they've decided to meet. Not the audience chamber, but the tavern. She is refreshed and dressed comfortably in a long loose dress, but definitely not at the height of sparkle.

"Jack? Vince?"

"Incoming," Jack says.

She waits at the tavern door for August to catch up.

Inish the herald enters in. "I was told there was a meeting?"

"Mrrrrrrr." He steps in, blinking a bit. He doesn't look hungover, precisely, but he does look like he may have just rolled out of bed, straight into the shower, and then to here. His hair is mostly dried, but his silk shirt clings to his still damp chest in a way some may find... intriguing.

She grins at Vince. "Thank you for your selfless service to the Dreaming last night, Whiskers."

Others shuffle in

He starts to bow, then winces a bit, and rubs at his neck. "I seem to have a crick..." He blinks, and turns his hand around - there is a tomato palmed there. "Oh! I was WONDERING where I left that..." A small grin before he tosses it aside into a bin.

"Ha!" She laughs gently...apparently still sensitive to her own lingering aches. "You were brilliant at the party."

August, washed, brushed, shaved, and dressed, appears at the tavern door behind Coradel.

"HE LIVES" Shalimar announces behind August

The skunk pooka grins

He does bow his head now. "Not half as much as thee, Lady Lioness. Your subjects are wise to love you as they do. A commendable fool, to be true. Even if a bit... top-heavy, at times?"

August glares a bit behind him.

The jester flutters his eye lashes at August

He glances about at the faces present, and asks of Coradel, "If I might have a moment?" And then ducks behind the bar.

A beautiful smile to August as she extends a hand to him. Then a laugh to Vince. "You may thank Shalimar for that, Whiskers. It was the alternative costume he'd prepared for me."

August comes to her hand.

"my medal is no doubt in the mail" Shalimar says

Bachdion comes in, looks about, "Interesting." he sees Vince, "Vince, how are you? '

"Interesting, my teacher?" She takes a seat in one of the more comfortable seats.

He makes short work of his task, lining up enough glasses for those present, and mixing a pitcher of blood-red tonic. Tomato juice, a dash of worcestershire, celery salt - his hands move fast, it's hard to keep track. A celery stalk and twist of lime into each, and he pours the glasses. Two he takes by hand over to offer to Coradel and August. "Bloody Caesars. A final call back to a wonderful evening."

A glance over his shoulder and he purrs back at Bachdion, "Not half bad. I never thought I'd have as much fun at a party, going Stag."

"Yes, my student?" He looks at Coradel, "What's this all about?"

Coradel accepts her drink with a grateful nod. "I'm mostly better, but thank you."

August seems deeply suspicious of his drink.

The drinks, are an excellent hangover tonic, if the nobility can stand yet one more tomato. August's, in particular, very light on the vodka component, barely enough to taste, but it does seem to help. "Vegetable tonic - replenishes electrolytes."

He nods helpfully to August.

And to Vince Bachdion chuckles, "I admit, Lion around was more fun than I thought"

"There is a concern about Queen Bess, and I thought we all should be together when speaking of what to do. And...to make sure everybody survived."

He sets his glass aside at the mention of the Queen, listening.

Shalimar says "the patient was alive last I saw her."

August tries a sip. Very small.

"Oh, she's alive and well and back to her life from what I've heard. It's something else. Everybody sit."

Jack clears his throat, "Somehow, she got undrunk last night. In a flash of glamour."

Vince blinks, slow and lazy, and one hand rubs absently at his ring. "Odd, that. " He murmurs.

"Honestly...she was already enchanted. And drunk again soon enough afterwards, I think. Surely it is not that much of a concern?"

August exhales softly, and has another taste of his drink.

Inish frowns, "I think I share Jack's concern. The Queen or king is supposed to be Drunk that's the way it's always been. Not just in this hold, but period. this..is risky. Someone defied all that."

August frowns. "It wasn't always drunk."

"Enchantment alone is a high, and enchantment alone summons the mists."

"You have evidence of otherwise, Scribe?" Inish asks "Since the return I mean?"

"The Glamour, far more than the wine, blurs memories."

"That's true, Chancelllior, but both are used for a reason" Jack says

"Because it is how it has always been done is not enough to say that all other ways are wrong."

Delores blinks, "Well, our unseelie members would agree that change is good. yes."

"That is not what I mean, Delores." A sigh. "My understanding was that the Carnival monarch had to be drunk when chosen and enchanted...but I do not recall that drunkeness needed to be maintained throughout. Admittedly, I am new to this."