Communion | OTA.

[dreamflowers]

[Is it cold in here all of a sudden? No, that's just Jade's first attempt at opening a line of Communion to the people of Springstar. Instead, it ends up going out to whoever is willing to listen as she's still trying to get a handle on this method of communication.

[Her presence is like freezing saltwaters, with the scent of sea and earth.]

Blazes. It still blows my mind that you people use Psionics to talk to each other here.

[As someone who's pretty adept in Psionics herself, it should be normal, but not like this.]

Anyways, in light of the absolute shit timing of my arrival... I need an outlet. By now I think I've learned the streets of this city well enough to navigate my way around. Buuut I'm looking for some obscure, holes-in-the-wall kinda places or favorite establishments to get a drink at and relax.

Don't think I need to explain why.

Also any tips on how to procure a home would be nice. Think I'm starting to get on the nerves of some of the folks living in the barracks... thing.

[Hi Meridian. Sorry you're stuck with this natural disaster of a woman.]

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[dreamflowers]

Hm, well... You'd assume correctly.

[Jade is so used to people thinking whatever they would about her. That she's some "evil Aeterna", a scumbag mercenary, lowborn urchin trash, among so many other things, she's since developed a tolerance towards the spite and prejudice of others.

[Then she pauses again, this strange feeling from the connection making Jade think of something.]

You smoke?

[tattooism]

[Since she had learned to properly interpret her gifts, Kiritsubo is rarely wrong. She usually does assume correctly. But it's still nice to be right, she supposes.

And more importantly,]

Avidly.

[The mental impression of something like warm smoke blown playfully, fragrant with something mixed into the leaves.]

One of my many vices. Well, let us stick to three main vices, so as not to seem greedy.

Shall I introduce you to somewhere full of those who appreciate a nice pipe... ?

[dreamflowers]

Three whole vices? Aww, you spoil me!

[It's interesting, the senses she's gathering here. Jade makes a mental note of it, much like how she's noted all the others through this Communion. This one is oddly pleasant, alluring, like a glistening spider's web.

[But then she hears mention of a "nice pipe", and Jade perks up.]

Now you're speaking my language. [She laughs.] Springstar has some nice establishments, but I feel like I'm gonna have to traverse farther downward for anything stronger than tobacco. I mean, that's usually the way it goes, anyways.

[tattooism]

Only three, though~ Don't forget.

[It's said playfully. Maybe it doesn't mean anything at all!]

In that case, hmm... I tend to start in Highstorm and work my way down... But I do know a nice little hookah place to begin in, if you want it.

If you want to start hard though... ?

[Then speak up, or hold your peace ♡]

[dreamflowers]

Uh-huh. I'll keep a tally so I don't go over my tab.

[Does that mean she will? Who knows. She's just matching tones here, because the prospect of an actual hookah place that isn't full of highwaymen eager to immediately kill her at the door is a pleasing one.]

I'm, uh, well... To be honest, I've been avoiding the heavy hitting stuff these days. But I'm hardly so straight-laced that I'm adverse to a nice buzz. Just don't wanna get fucked up.

[Because of reasons.]

That said, hookah sounds absolutely delightful.

[tattooism]

[Kiritsubo played at fucked up quite a bit, because it was useful to. But as for the actual experience, well...]

Understandable enough~

Let us begin there, then. I shall collect you at the cornerstone from Springstar, hmm?

[dreamflowers]

Sounds good.

[Jade has done enough exploring to know where the cornerstone is right off the top of her head, so she doesn't take long to get there. While she doesn't tend to wear anything fancy or flashy, she cautions with some more "discreet" attire this time so as not to stand out.

[...Though there is hardly anything discreet about a 6'9" woman waiting patiently at the cornerstone for some vices in a hookah den with a Zenite.

[Eh.]