#kc_necropolis

Then looks over to the nocker that followed "Seems pretty tame. Go ahead, hit the library for that book on alloys"

(Said Nocker could be Willy or Thistle depending if players of same interested)

"This is it?" Sniff.

"Yup" Gwen nods "The nexus of a hundred trods, the mos..." She stops herself, remembering she's a guest here "It has a rep"

The song 'we'll never be royals' plays on the Jukebox

Thistle might notice that the Jukebox playing has some powerfully infused glass work shielding it's face' now. Nocker craft

"Hmph!"

She pokes at the jukebox.

It switches songs to "Can you picture?" From the Muppet movie ...

And she swears she can see the glass catch the ambient light in a prismatic display to match the line 'Aurora Borealis, shining down in Dallas; can you picture that?'

Gwen is admiring the flames "Big fire "

"Seems... careless, having it open like that."

"From what I hear, this place has some defenses you can't see. Either way I wouldn't test them" She has peace bonded her weapon "Of course, Daireann, we don't play bad guests. "

The library entrance that has the book she is supposed to take a look at is forbodding as hell. Cobwebs on the edges

"Looks like sluagh."

"No loud noises then. It would be rude"

The Juke Box plays Shout the tears for fears version

Gwen glances over at the machine suspiciously "Did you make that selection?"

"Do you think it's sentient?"

"Some kind of AI?"

"You'd know better than I. If it doesn't wag a tail I don't grok it" Good naturedly "But the song selection seems to be oddly in sync with our conversation"

"Exactly."

"could be just a voice response and search like an Alexi or Googlenow?"

As if in protest, it begins to play 'I'm too sexy'

"And it's got a lot of super old songs" Gwen says

The jukebox hits a sour note, which nothing that just brought up recordings could do

Brow.

And kenning-face.

Glamour is multi layered... almost as if this thing has been built up multiple times in myriad ways. It goes beyond simple upgrades, it's almost as if it evolved

"Do I need to apologize to a jukebox?" Gwen asks

"....Possibly."

"Hey, don't go inside there!"

THe never is trying to get in, and having a bit of trouble- but since when has the improbable stopped a never?

"Oh for the love, I didn't know one of your fan club had followed us." Gwen says

"Citrine is pretty diligent. She has two brain cells, after all."

Indeed, Citrine seems to be chiming the glass and causing it to vibrate so she has a better chance to wiggle in

"Ah, if she breaks this thing we're gonna be in trouble"

"C;mon, y'idjit. I think there's cookies somewhere..."

And Citrine abandons the jukebox at the word cookies

But also at the word cookies, the Gauntlet/gloves shuffle under the bar, and present three Sugar cookies with Yule designs in frosting

on a clean small plate

"When in doubt..."

"Uhm thank you" Gwen says to the gloves

"Okay, about the book, we got the device to make notes right?"

"...You mean my notebook?"

A look left and right and a low whisper "I half way expected you to have a chimerical copier in that back pack of yours"

"No?"

Troll shrug then "Hey, these gloves fetch stuff. Want a sugar cookie... "One vanishes "or just going to wait for Citrine to snatch all three?"