#rutgers

The LiBrewery is an eclectic place - half library, half bar... some argue that it's a bar with a library theme, while others insist it's a library with a liquor license. Either way, it's a low-key place for college students to hang out, and they serve coffee drinks and sodas as well as draft beers and cocktails that follow a literary theme. No food is served, though - take your sticky fingers to a restaurant.

Despite being an establishment that welcomes drinking, the library influence lends to a more chill atmosphere than many of the College bars around - no raucous local sports on flat screen TeeVees for one, and while there is no librarian shushing chatter, it tends at a conversational level rather than whoops and hollers.

Symon nods to Dagmar. "This is the place, they said they also can rent out the private spaces for study groups, or gamers. We don't really have room at our place for a proper gaming table..."

A sign declares their signature cocktails of the week to be a "Catcher in the Rye (whiskey)", and something called a "Gin" Austen.

"And Chelsea might like D&D, too..."

"Chelsea?"

A brief flush on her cheeks, and she shrugs. "This girl in my English class."

"She a gamer?"

"Not yet? I don't think. But she's nice."

"As long as she doesn't get catty or sulky if I kill her off." He whispers, and the bell that tinkles at the door heralds their arrival.

It's still fairly early in the evening, so only a few folk are about. A trio of girls playing some board game, a couple solo dudes at tables, an awkward looking couple that exudes 'first date' vibes.

"She's cool."

"Welcome to the LiBrewery" says a redheaded clurichaun man with reading glasses perched on his nose. "Brock Reade"

The last meant to be an introduction "Here to educate yourself while hydrated wit the finest?" He inquires

"You want something?" Symon asks Dagmar as he glances at the counter, where there is also a list of 'mock'tails.

Grape Expectations
A Sidecare named Desire
The Soda and the Fury

"I might also suggest an Ale of Two Cities"

"Reade? Really?" He asks, raising a brow. "A little on the nose."

"I know, I mean, I have red hair, so naturally it's my surname. Irony abounds, or is it just coincidence? Either way, this is the place to find out"

"...Any Dr. Pepper?" She sounds taciturn, which Symon might recognize as more hesitant or nervous than unfriendly.

Symon sidles to the bar. "Yeah, someone without alcohol for me. An impaired dungeonmaster kills no PCs."

"Ah, might I suggest The Isle of Dr. Pepper Cocktail, without the Isle or the Cocktail then?" A grin

And he gets out a dr. Pepper bottle, straight and chilled, for Dagmar "And you, " A look at Symon "'without' covers a lot. Tea? We do it now and then"

"Can you make a hot toddy - tea, honey - no whiskey? I'm not fancy." He adds. "Lipton or whatever is fine."

"Sweeny Toddy sans Demon it is"

"You understand, I don't give discounts for the sobriety?" He adds, amiably

A faint snort. "Do we look like freeloaders? No, don't answer that." Sliding a rumpled bill across the counter.

A chuckle "SO you'll want a side room for a gaming group eh? I can reserve it. Let me know what hours. "

"Ain't bad." He says noncommittally, looking over the place.

"Yeah, I can't mess around with... we're underage, yeah?"

"And I have a scholarship."

"I've always said Temperance is a fine thing, if taken in moderation"

The place isn't a freehold, but it's less banal than many surrounding buildings, probably due to the nature and the fae proprietor.

Symon wraps his slender fingers around the mug and nods his thanks.

"I'll leave you two be then, let me know if you need anything else, enjoy your reading" The Clurichaun grins

Symon nods...

As the proprietor turns back to his work...

(Perc + Kenning, please!)

/roll 6

Symon sips his tea and scowls, momentarily distracted as the water nearly scalds his tongue.

Dagmar, however, notices a flash of bright color. Not just one color, every color, it seems. The fellow at that table is completely oblivious, making quick work of scribbled notes on his workbook. But under his chair, lurks a small creature made of swirling, psychedelic colors!

Dag crouches a bit, trying to get a better look.

"psspsspss"

It reaches up and claws at the leg of the student, like Odin at his favorite cat tree. rip rip rip rip rip!

"Huh. Uh. Excuse me?" The guy looks down at Sam crouching over near his table. "Can I help you?"

"Sorry, thought I spotted a cat."

HISSSSS. The weird cat-like creture opens it's jaws - oh, those teeth are not quite right! And Hisses at Dagmar.

Symon now has taken note as well, and his eyes narrow.

"Scuse me" She reaches to scruff the cat and step away from the mortal with the chimera in tow... casual-like

No longer a simple hiss, now it YOWLS and tries to bite and scratch! Symon had been approaching, but now he shrinks back, clapping his hands to his ears.

One of the boardgame-playing ladies looks up, her expression curious, as though she heard a siren in the distance... but overall, the mortals in the building take no notice.

Dagmar accepts that she might get scratched - but the cat is dangling from its scruff, so biting presents challenges

(Stamina roll from Dagmar!)

/roll 4

As the sharp claws score her hands, Dagmar is likely un-phased - what's a simple cat-scratch to a Giant? The tiny scratches burn... only a little though. She finds herself feeling... slightly energized? As though she had already finished that frosty soda sitting on the counter, though she's yet to take a sip.

Symon winces again. "Can you throw that thing out a window?" As it continues to yowl.

A curt nod, and she rather gently places the creature outside.