The Exploits of Misfit Company

Stella roll for wingwoman.

The egg is fine. Judging from how heavy it is and how the shell feels, you judge that it would take a significant amount of effort for the egg to be broken, though it's not impossible. It also still feels cold, despite the fact that you've been keeping it in the Bag of Holding for all this time.

Rinn looks uncomfortable, but remains quiet in the palace, generally in the area of Stella. The look of "I'd rather be anywhere but here" is quite evident on his face. He does, however, enjoy the drink.

Yvan seems to perk up at the promise of a feast held in their honor, thanking the king and queen for their kindness. As silent as always, the goliath doesn't participate in much conversation, only responding when spoken to, but it is clear on his face that he is very much pleased with the food provided to them. The meal from the restaurant prior was decadent, but nothing compared to the taste of free food and drink.

Stella picks up on Rinn's uncomfortableness, and after confirming that Obsidian is fine (probably hanging out with Kasha), she mentions to Rinn, "You know, this is a very impressive palace, care to explore a little of it with me while the feast finishes?"

"THERE you are, kitty!!" Kasha cries in joy, scooping him up and tossing him in the air like he was a toy, extremely happy to see the cat again. "Look at this place, it's amazing! Come on, lets go explore and get into some trouble!" she says the last part in a scrunched up silly voice, transforms into a cat with huge green eyes, and headbutts against Obsidian affectionately, her tail playing with his. Whether he goes with her or not, she hangs around him before the meal.

Obsidian purrs cheerfully and is happy to go exploring with Kasha, tail flicking back and forth.

 'Righteous! Let's do it then!' There's a pause on his end of the line, in which even visibly Drift seemed lost in thought. 'I meant leave! Leave, yes. Ahem... I also might have had a drink too many' He hurried said while also picking up the story like nothing went wrong. 'But like, tell me where to meet, and I'll try to get there' He added while gradually shifting the conversation over to Furlong to take over for him.

Knowing the two as he did however, he adds in a whisper, "Just a few minutes, 'cause dudes.. I'm about twenty seconds away from peeing' myself." He gives them a pleading look. With his exit hopefully then secured, he makes for the 'loo'... or towards it, anyways, prior to eventually finding Elysia using a liberal use of his remaining magics to mask his passing. From there, he keeps to his word learn more about her, her experiences, perhaps even a wish? Up until the one drink too led to more intimate questions being asked, and the promise of an experience...

Rinn smiles, recognizing Stella's attempt. "Yes, let us. The palace is fine. Palaces in general just do not summon happy memories for me."

Alys would lazily slide off her steed and dismiss it to clamber up onto a flying horse to take her tired ass to the palace with the others. She'd give a shrug to Vastra, not thinking she gave her any of her herb, but that did sound good right about now.

The elf would stay behind to enjoy a couple of calming hits before joining the others inside the palace. She was obviously in a daze, but stumbled in at the right time to hear about a feast. Alys would find a spot wherever there was space for her at a table and would help herself to the variety of food available to her. She'd occasionally sneak some into her bag. She'd even drink, more than she should have. Once stuffed and hiccupping, she'd stand up from her seat, salute the group with a sloppy smile to dismiss herself from the table so she can begin her journey to her bedroom.

Fumbling her way into her room, Alys would kick off her shoes humming a song to herself. She'd unload some supplies, sprawling them out all over the floor. She'd trip her way over to the window to take in some fresh air before plopping herself down onto the floor. She'll pull out her father's holy symbol and she'll pray. For the first time in decades, Alys would recite one of her father's prayers to Oghma.

Everyone else: The table before you is filled with exotic foods and wines, many of which you can't pronounce properly because you don't speak Primordial, but it's all delicious. You also attract a fair amount of attention from the natives during the celebration, partially because of your heroism, but also because you're outsiders.

Drift: You're easily able to extricate yourself from the table without drawing suspicion from your companions or the other guests at the table and head towards the area of the restroom. It takes you about 30 minutes to find Elysia, you see her finally managing to extricate herself from her retainers and guards. She spends about an hour with you, talking about her life, which is mainly fine, if a little bit boring when it comes to being taught how to act like royalty and deal with political matters. She also asks how your life is and what the Material Plane is like and listens eagerly as you describe everything and you get the idea that if you want to shoot your shot, now's as good a time as any. 

Stella grins at Rinn and pulls him up from his seat. "Then let's get exploring. Quickly, before Furlong finishes the story and notices, because then you'll get the Look." She tugs Rinn out the door to explore the palace, specifically the grounds if possible.

There is a loud crashing noise somewhere down one of the halls, Obsidian and Kasha scurrying away quickly, causing trouble.

Yvan, you hear a loud crashing noise somewhere and get a sinking feeling deep down that you know what, or who caused it.

 Despite her speaking of boredom, Drift never loses the fascinated look in his eyes. And in fact, he found himself using natural breaks in the telling to offer insights based on her descriptions to perhaps help alleviate things, if only a little; ranging from re-imagining her teachers in silly ways, or practicing maneuvering them at times with the right sly words into making the lessons a bit more entertaining. Little things like that for her to chew on before it was his turn to speak of home. Which after spending a year in the company of the Misfits, he had quite a few special tales for her to listen to!

In the beginning, Drift's part in things were always spoken from a more humble perspective. Helping others to reach greatness had been ground in to from his life before. Of which, things are teased at times, but never the full story, or without the selling of others backgrounds being woven into the tale. But gradually, he at least spoke more of his part over the year more glowingly at times, and comical in others. "But dude? Despite how much of a mess things can be, I wouldn't trade it for the world." He said smiling softly, staring off at whatever passed for a window or picture where they were. Then he looked her right in the eyes with a smoldering look. "Well, almost nothing, my most righteous Heavenly Saphire. Heh... Might I... show you some of the ways we Material Plane folk have some fun?" He asked, leaning more daringly as he went to cup her cheek.

The Challenge Continued?: 20.

A horrible noise of what sounds like an enormous china cabinet of silverware and fine china toppling over can be hear down another hall, lots of screams of surprise and anger, and two cats bolting from the scene at ludicrous speed.

Yvan had ignored the first initial crashing noise despite his gut telling him someone was up to no good, he having wanted to enjoy the meal, but it was the second louder one that made him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Excuse me," He says in displeasure, pushing himself away from the table and up from his seat as he headed towards the hallway where he head the noises. 

"Kasha, Obsidian, come here, now." His voice comes out strained, annoyed, much to his dismay. He normally didn't get upset at the druids antics, truthfully, he found them rather endearing, but seeing as this place was very... expensive looking, and they were being treated as high guests, he didn't want them to get into any trouble or lose any favor with the king and queen. "If you don't come here in 5 seconds, I'm burning your bag of peanuts. One..."

Kasha startled violently, her cat hair standing on end as she heard Yvan's voice. Aw, barnacles, he sounds mad. How did he know it was us?! She had the urge to run, but she was only having fun. Plus, the thought of Yvan burning her bag of nuts was far too juicy a threat she didn't want to call him on.

She padded slowly and carefully around a corner with Obsidian towards the barbarian, keeping her head low. She sat in front of him, looking up at him with big sad green cat eyes, her tail playfully batting Obsidian.

When the two felines approach, Yvan has his hands at his waist and his foot tapping on the tile like a mother would when she's ready to chide her children. He looks down at them with furrowed brows. Those sad kitty eyes weren't gonna work on him this time! "Good. Now, show me what you two did bad. Both of the scenes."

Kasha spooks again and looks at Obsidian. Oh crap. Katsha looks back up at Yvan.

She shakes her head in worry. No. Nooo no no no. Nope. Nerp. Nien. Negatory. 

Drift:

She's DTF. Roll a DC15 Athletics or Acrobatics to give her a good time. Then roll a DC15 Dex Save to see how strong that pull out game is.