The Neinhaus

[devilstongue]

● WHO: The Mighty Nein & Vox Machina (V9) + Friends
● WHAT: House Catch-All 2021
● WHEN: Comment Headers
● WHERE: The Neinhaus + Voxhaus + Wizardhaus
● WARNINGS: Comment Headers



CATCH-ALLS

Neinhaus
🔥 Caleb 🔥
🌊 Fjord 🌊
🌙 Mollymauk 🌙
🍄 Caduceus 🍄
🤜🏽 Beauregard 🤛🏽
🧁 Jester 🧁
🏹 Veth 🏹

Wizardhaus
✨ Essek ✨
💎 Gilmore 💎
🔪 Vax'ildan 🔪

Voxhaus
🔫 Percy 🔫
🎇 Pike 🎇
🌳 Keyleth 🌳
🐻 Vex'ahlia 🐻



HOUSE STUFF
Group House Logs
V9 Group Chat

Comments

[vegalthon]

[Oran's not going to show up on the door of the Mighty Nein empty-handed. He's literally brought most of the wine from their rack boxed up on a floating disc behind him, a curmudgeon of a human at his side, and a will to lose himself in some socializing.

He's been terrifically lonely lately and he has aims to solve that.

When he sees Molly, late himself, he dramatically reveals his load of light booze.]

I heard you have a new addition? Can I make an offering?

[devilstongue]

Oran! Welcome!

[ Molly rushes over to meet the other tiefling, grinning wide and definitely a few drinks in. At the sight of the load of booze, that grin grows even wider and he's quickly ushering both Oran and disc towards the garden. ]

You're going to love her, she's the halfling lady. Just watch your pockets, she's a sneaky one.

[vegalthon]

"My pockets?" Oran pulls his long, robe-like vest a little tighter. He's brought maybe one or two presents and the idea of having his surprise ruined...

Well, there are worse things. He dials up his worry, patting his down and then looking satisfied with himself. Whacking Molly's calf with his tail, he looks around their little abode with deep satisfaction and a little bit of envy.

"You've been working hard, haven't you? This place looks properly homey."

[devilstongue]

[ It's a good thing Veth already looks deep in her cups and will probably have a harder time, especially when it comes tp unknown friends.

Molly snorts at the hit and whacks the grey tiefling right back for good measure, before turning to look at the house as well. It really was a lot different from the dilapidated mess of a brownstone it used to be, with a whole caved-in floor and broken windows. ]

Well, we are a bunch of people spending at least one square each on it, so it feels kind of like we built it ourselves. No masonry required.

[vegalthon]

[Oran makes a face: 'fair enough' for the turnabout, but Molly's tail, like Even's is far whippier and so he's going to play up the sting a little.]

No guilds required, either.

[This said like they've dodged less of an arrow and more of a fireball. He and his friends had inherited a building that, quite frankly, had been worse than some of the dilapidated buildings around the city. In lieu of gold. Early contract work: both hit and miss.]

Well, I'm glad you've all established a solid home base. It's got to be nice for her... speaking of which, are you going to introduce me, or do I have to stammer my way to a hello by myself?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly just puts an arm around his fellow fiend, turning them both around to look at the gathered people and search for Veth. Of course that's when he can't spot her anywhere (he's not surprised), but he also can't see Caleb, so they're probably chatting. ]

Damn, she must be off with our wizard. They're really close so he's been stealing her a lot.

[ Shaking his head, he'll just drag Oran over to the Heroes Feast table instead. ]

Another guy that our half-elf neighbor knows arrived as well, and he just made this table appear out of nowhere!

[vegalthon]

Well, now you're all set. And Caleb? Are they... You know? [He crosses his fingers, indicating, you know. That's charming, he thinks. All he knows of the wizard is a work out and guarded soul. Maybe being lonely in a world where people like Molly are a daily presence without his special someone had merely been affecting him? If so, this is a happy reunion indeed.

He's extra glad he brought all the extra booze, then.]

May I? [indicating the food. Non-spiked party food is a true luxury.] What's a good welcome ritual from home for her? Other than girding my pockets?]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly chuckles at the implication and shakes his head. ] More like a parent reunited with their child. [ He says, and now he definitely know who's who in that relationship. Nott-Veth has a kid, after all. ]

Pretty sure they're soulmates or something, though. [ Like him and Yasha. ]

As for the food, please help yourself! Compliments go to the fellow in the perfect purple-colored robe, he's the one that made it pop out of nowhere. [ He has no idea how that happened but Molly isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth! ]

As for welcoming home rituals? Booze and hugs! Your offering is definitely up her alley.

[vegalthon]

[The 'purple robes' rings a bell, though Oran had seen the man mostly out of them. He raises his brows, but deigns not to comment further until his suspicions are confirmed. Ah-- wait, there he is, across the way.

Despite himself, the tiefling's tail swishes.]

You all attract the most interesting types, [he admits. Well... he supposes he should load his plate--for two, perhaps, since he has a suspicion that Jon won't leave the far wall even if he's slowly wasting away. But, first, he has an important mission.

He leans in to bump Molly, then gives that suggested hug.]

I'm glad you're all taking care of yourselves. I know I should never have worried, but life here is very strange.

[devilstongue]

We really do, don't we? [ Shakaste, Calianna... a bunch of others after his time. Essek. Now these Tal'dorians as well. The Mighty Nein liked their broken, weird people and made them family.

He smiles as Oran gives him a hug, smiling and then patting the other tiefling's cheek teasingly. ]

We certainly are taking care of ourselves, in one way or the other. It's sweet of you to worry. [ He winks a little. ] How are you and Even doing?

[vegalthon]

[Oran's expression sours, but just for a moment. He schools his temperament, because really, he is just feeling petty, that's all.]

Were you caught up in one of those dreams? The... ah... the wedding ones?

Even didn't take it well. He's just left. Again. It's... been a while.

[devilstongue]

[ That was an interesting reaction, and Molly files that one away for later. Instead he nods as Oran mentions the dreams, briefly glancing over to their red-headed wizard before returning to his friend. ]

I did. It was... an experience. We took it in stride, though. But you're saying he left?

[ As someone who has just gone through something similar with his lover (though not related to the dreams) and thus had his very first heartache, Molly feels like he understands what Oran means. ]

I'm sorry. It's awful when someone just ups and leaves instead of talking about it.

[vegalthon]

I'm sure it's fine, [the grey tiefling responds, but he doesn't quite seem it. Fine, that is. Still, he tells himself he's content to pile his plate and fill his glass and talk to friends and that is enough. Surely.]

Have you ever met a wizard with a thick skull? I didn't think it was possible, but here we are. I'll crack some kind of formula or circle that gets through eventually, and in the meantime I have much less stick-in-the-mud company.

[He gestures to... of all people... Jon, who is currently crouched by Caleb's cat, looking for all the world like he'd rather catnap the familiar away than have to come anywhere near the Mighty Nein or their compatriots.]

[devilstongue]

I think all wizards have really thick skulls, otherwise all that brain would fall out. It takes some time to make a crack in it so your words can get in.

[ Molly says, giving Caleb a slight look and fond smile before tossing his arm around Oran again. ]

...and you sure do! Anyone you haven't me before, aside for our guest of honor? I'll introduce you!

[vegalthon]

[Alas, if Oran noticed the frequent darted looks, he didn't say anything... but it's more likely that he simply doesn't spot the connection. Not at the moment, anyways. ((Does getting a 9 in perception mean anything??)) He seems mollified, however, and pulls away to straighten his outfit.]

I'd love that. I really would. Anyone that's a friend of yours is going to be fun to get to know.

[devilstongue]

[ Maybe, maybe not. The looks do not mean much more than that he can sympathize about stubborn wizards, even if he's not involved with his own. ]

Come on then, darling. Let's meet the idiots I call friends.

[ ...and he will do just that, pointing out people for Oran and introducing him. ]

[vegalthon]

((Sneaking this along to another thread if you want to follow!))