{These posts will move us to the next morning. If you want to do more sexy stuff, we can step outside of time to allow that. Presumably, your next move will be to head to the House Orien enclave in order to catch the scheduled teleport to Korranberg? PS: Posting may be disrupted over the weekend.}<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Jules (Bright): {He'll decide to go through with the cooking knowledge despite being fatigued the next morning.}</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The post-performance evening meal is in full swing when you enter the kitchens. Several more bimbuns are slowly spitroasting, under the supervision of a Kobold masterchef, despite the mostly-human clientel. You later discover that certain nobles will pay a premium for animal flesh so similar to their own.<br/><br/>You aid in the carving and preparation of side dishes, and the serving, similar in many ways to cooking you've done previously at home. Cleaning and tidying afterwards is backbreaking, but the labor helps you clear your mind. At mid-night, about two in the morning, a hardworking monstrous crowd arrives for a more straightforward lunch. The seasoning is different, some for whole creatures, some for prepared animals, and always catered to the recipients tastes – varied according to their species.<br/><br/>When the sun begins to rise, you're dog tired {fatigued}, but you feel you've learned a useful skill {gained 1 rank, Profession (Chef)}, and, on your departure, the Masterchef grudgingly presents you with a small case of spices {10 uses, +2 to Profession (Chef) per use}. “You'll do well,” he acknowledges gruffly, with a friendly – albeit clawed – slap on your arm.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces: With that Xarces would reach out and lightly take her hand in his, lifting it to his lips, where he would lightly place a single kiss upon her leathery flesh. "You may call me Xarces my dear, and I am yours for the evening." he introducing himself as he prepared himself to follow her home, to do any and all that he could to show her the night of her life. Xarces feeling sympathy towards this beautiful being who's eyes she was forced to hide. Already the wheels of a true artists spinning in his head, creating words, lyrics, a melody, perhaps he would have a new song by the time the night was out. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>You spend the night in a spacious and elegant mansion, decorated primarily with statues in a variety of – in context, disturbingly lifelike – poses. The rest of the evening is a blissful and inspiring blur. {I require one more fortitude check at this stage, though there will be no immediate consequences}. The dawn comes and you depart, fully rested, leaving the Medusa sleeping in pleasant, peaceful satisfaction.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Linda (Anime Chaos): "Just this small bit form everyone is quite an improvement over having just sharing a meal together. Don't you all agree? We'll have plenty of time get to know each other better while hunting for this artefact." Linda rubs the sides of her huge belly thoughtfully. "So then. Unless anyone else cares to try and pair up like Zivit and Bel" Linda again casts an envious gaze to the now stuffed novice. "or we can arrange some dessert or company I think we should start looking into sleeping dinner off as we're all pretty big right now." She pats her own two course stuffed middle while casting a glance to Zorakatra. "Some bigger than others. House Orien is sure to charge extra if we show up with this much extra cargo after all." she finishes with a chuckle.</div></blockquote><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Bellicious (Reizu): "W-Well, such a tempting offer is...well, tempting~! To comfort a cute harpy through her pain~ But despite me being the first promise of the night, I am more than willing to pass you up to the better man here. Moreso, the one who healed your wounds. I'm sure I can find some entertainment for myself among the Voice or nightlife~ Still, I'd like to know where the honey is, just in case~ Honey makes everything better~" </div></blockquote><br/>You each spend the night at the Venomous Voice. The novices chambers are small – for the number of harpies roosting in each - but the company is<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>friendly. Come the morning, you're fully rested.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Aethon (Jermayan): "Well then, with that done, lead the way. Miss Prinne, if you wish, feel free to come with us. Otherwise, I'm sure there's more then ample opportunity for diversion or rest tonight, whatever your preference."</div></blockquote><br/>Zivit's more than willing to spend the evening with you. Despite your differing biologies, the night passes quite wonderfully – the highs are phenomenal, and so are the lows. You exhaust yourselves swiftly, but you're well rested when morning comes.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Prinne smiled up(?) at the centaur, happy to be healed of even a minor ding. For what it was worth... "Ah, thanks~" She cooed, before folding her arms even more (somehow) and starting to crawl on her roots towards him. "I certainly wouldn't mind joining you people, no. All this excitement! And soon, adventure too." She moved further on, following him with a bit of slowness from her... ah... encumberments. She was already slowed down by her armor, so her meal just made her even worse!</div></blockquote><br/>{Prinne's so shy even I can't tell if she's accepting Zivit's 'proposition' for a foursome (threesome, since Bellicious somehow turned it down. If not, Prinne's easily able to find a bed for herself to be alone, or feminine companionship from among the harpies if she so wishes, or she could quite easily seduce a patron of the Voice with her exotic nature. If she does join Aethon and Zivit, then Zivit's at first a little irritated – she would've preferred to keep both Aethon and Bellicious for herself, if she could, and certainly having to share just one of them with Prinne wasn't what she had in mind – but Prinne and Aethon quickly work her through it, and she's putty in your hands by the morning. She's still sleeping when Prinne departs, well rested}.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki): ... but perhaps duty still called. </div></blockquote>. It'd been a wonderful night, wrapped in Zorakatra's embrace, an embrace even more intimate than that of her belly. Only<span style="font-style: italic">digestion</span>, permanently becoming a physical part of her, could bring them closer together. Alizome... wasn't quite ready for that. Too soon – all night long, but oh, too soon, though the nutritions were long since complete, the changes within her body made – she felt Zorakatra's womb begin the process of expelling her.<br/><br/>There was just time to shower before the dawn.<br/><br/>The morning dawns bright and cold, after a raucous night. Nonetheless, you are – mostly – all well rested, save for Jules, who looks awful but<span style="font-style: italic">smells</span>delicious, having marinated in its steamy flavors all night. Xarces saunters up, with the jaunty look of a well-satisfied man. “Zivit's still asleep,” Zorakatra tells Aethon. “You wore her out – but I understand she hates goodbyes anyway – and House Orien's teleport circle for Korranberg leaves in less than an hour. This is important for everyone who the Code of Galifar calls 'monster' – I've told you why, even if how is still unclear. As for the rest of it, proceed with due caution – no more, and no less. Good luck,” she continues, wrapping Alizome in a tight hug, “and keep in touch. I'll contact you if more is seen.”