Rebuilding... Maybe?? Corie doesn't like new places- which, in her defense, makes sense. Last time she was in a new place she was turned into this specific sack of flesh and bones. But this place at least seems less out to get her. And she's still got the Nest.
She figures if she's got the Nest, she's fine. Might as well help with this whole rebuilding thing that the newspaper mentioned. The only question is how to locate the Mayor...
Not Another Love Potion It takes Corie one (1) drink of ale to remember why they don't like most alcohol. It's bitter, and burns their throat, and it really makes them wish that D and their fancy cocktails were here. Still, they finish the drink, nose wrinkled, before asking for a glass of water instead.
The tavern feels...nice, at least. It feels cozier the longer that Corie sits here. It doesn't have anything on the Nest, of course, but she could see herself living here if she had to. She's not the most extroverted one of their group, so it's odd- she thinks- that she wants to go and talk to people. Especially since her usual eye and hand are missing. The sooner she can figure out how to get them back or replace them, the better.
For now though...time to mingle, and see if she can find someone who looks vaguely friendly. Time to chat!
Corie | Changeling The Lost OC | New Player
Corie doesn't like new places- which, in her defense, makes sense. Last time she was in a new place she was turned into this specific sack of flesh and bones. But this place at least seems less out to get her. And she's still got the Nest.
She figures if she's got the Nest, she's fine. Might as well help with this whole rebuilding thing that the newspaper mentioned. The only question is how to locate the Mayor...
Not Another Love Potion
It takes Corie one (1) drink of ale to remember why they don't like most alcohol. It's bitter, and burns their throat, and it really makes them wish that D and their fancy cocktails were here. Still, they finish the drink, nose wrinkled, before asking for a glass of water instead.
The tavern feels...nice, at least. It feels cozier the longer that Corie sits here. It doesn't have anything on the Nest, of course, but she could see herself living here if she had to. She's not the most extroverted one of their group, so it's odd- she thinks- that she wants to go and talk to people. Especially since her usual eye and hand are missing. The sooner she can figure out how to get them back or replace them, the better.
For now though...time to mingle, and see if she can find someone who looks vaguely friendly. Time to chat!