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And so, it came to pass that Fjord and Beau, a small subsidiary of the island's Drunk and Bored Club, were both, in fact, sober and bored. Which was what had led, yesterday, to Fjord offering to show Beau around the mainland. Which had somehow turned into a trip to a bar, and Fjord, admittedly, had no idea what he was in for, exactly, but he did know that he wasn't terribly likely to be bored tonight.
Either way, Fjord was leading the way toward a bar not too far from the Causeway, already wearing an illusion - mostly just himself but human and wearing jeans and a hoodie - and just generally... keeping to the sidewalks.
"Not too far now," he drawled as they walked. "Please try not to step into traffic before we make it there."
Though that, too, seemed like a strangely fitting way to spend a Thursday evening. What were the clerics even like around here?
[OOC: For the bro! But can be open if you have any reason to be on the mainland, sure!]
Either way, Fjord was leading the way toward a bar not too far from the Causeway, already wearing an illusion - mostly just himself but human and wearing jeans and a hoodie - and just generally... keeping to the sidewalks.
"Not too far now," he drawled as they walked. "Please try not to step into traffic before we make it there."
Though that, too, seemed like a strangely fitting way to spend a Thursday evening. What were the clerics even like around here?
[OOC: For the bro! But can be open if you have any reason to be on the mainland, sure!]
