<span style="font-style: italic">Err... had another unexpectedly busy weekend there. This one should be better, I hope to post at least twice, given the chance!</span><br/><br/>Inside of the strange illuminated tent - either from a curious peek through the flaps or distant observation through psionics, etc. - can be seen a most unusual display of some sort of magic or weird science. A crowd of local traders and hunters, clad in simple leather and inebriated by the look and smell of them, is watching enthralled as black and white images dance upon a white screen at the back of the tent. A beam of flickering light is being projected from a large, bulky device resembling an old-style film projector, but plated with rare and precious metals and with arcane sigils inscribed at various points. Though hologram projectors are in vogue in the civilized regions, older film projectors often make do out here on the frontiers... however, a second glance shows that there are  more odd details about this device than its composition.<br/><br/>Standing directly behind the projector and frequently tuning and fiddling with a few knobs is a young, absolutely gorgeous female bat, easily the equal of Sevana's charms ((<a class="postlink" href="http://postimg.org/image/y77ma97h3/">http://postimg.org/image/y77ma97h3/</a>)). Though deeply engrossed in whatever it is she's doing - too much to introduce herself to any visitors at first - she is wearing a proud smile.<br/><br/>The really odd part is that a catgirl is standing directly in the path of the projected light... by the looks of it, close enough to the projector that it would block any image from appearing on the back wall. But the stream of projected light is passing through her shapely body as if it were a prism instead of being blocked out. The catgirl, who is dressed in simple leathers and has notably well-developed thighs (m<a class="postlink" href="http://postimg.org/image/bnucxsrur/">http://postimg.org/image/bnucxsrur/</a>m) is blushing with embarassment and keeps leaning as if to step out of the beam of light, only for the crowd to gently push her back into place whenever she does.<br/><br/>((Arcea will recognize her as a Cal'Drua tribeswoman, one she's been on hunts and revels before with in fact, by the name of Trinara. Sevana will recognize the bat-girl as one of the Ars-Bucovinas, a branch of the family obsessed with both art and weird science, though not knowing her personally.<a class="postlink" href="http://postimg.org/image/bnucxsrur/">http://postimg.org/image/bnucxsrur/</a>))<br/><br/>On the wall behind her, an oddly-distorted black-and-white movie scene can be seen playing out... featuring the catgirl herself. She is sensually groping and wrapping her legs around a male wolf in the garb of an airship trader. He seems to be trying to gently ward off her advances but she isn't taking no for an answer, lustily stripping off all of his clothes and starting to run her hand up and down the length of his shaft, stirring it to wakefulness. As the strange silent film continues, the angle shifts to show an extreme close-up of the catgirl's eyes, and the burning hungry desire glimmering there. Soon she wraps her legs around the canine's waist, pushing her chest up against him, and makes to kiss him before slipping her jaws over his muzzle... much to the delight of the spectating crowd.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>At the top floor of the structure is mostly cargo holds, but it also contains a small lounge and airship crew's bar which is an order of magnitude cleaner than the shanty town or inns to be found in the main bay of the depot. Apparently unconcerned by the recent battle below, a few hard-bitten traders and merchant mariners are sharing glasses of the better, more expensive liquors and cigars to be found out here... all brought by a few cute anthros in frilly-skirted steward and stewardess uniforms. In the center of the bar, guarded by an exceptionally tall skunk-man whose hat is sliding down over his eyes, is an open doorway leading to a poshly-decorated office - the domain of the administrator, a short, well-dressed, rather flustered-looking celestial elf (<a class="postlink" href="http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=2792311">http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=2792311</a>). A practiced eye observing her from a distance can tell that she is tapping away on her wireless telegraph key simply to look busy, not to actually send or receive any kind of message.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>The interior of the Inn is a relatively subdued place compared to the strange and mystical entertainments in the other major attraction of the depot; however, poking one's head in reveals that it is also serving triple-duty as a general store and a place to rent companionship for the evening, if the advertisements posted in the unpainted wooden walls are to be believed... only a single proprietress, a flop-eared dog girl, and a few disinterested customers are visible at the moment, but there seem to be more upstairs.<br/><br/>((Common goods, including non-energy weapons and minor magic items, can be purchased here. Cash is not given for goods, but trade-ins are allowed))<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Also, I'd like to welcome a new player that will be joining us and introducing themselves at their own pace - Ambrose-Euthanthe, already a fixture of a couple of other forum games!<br/><br/>I will try to be available on skype all weekend, so if you'd like to ask for more details, add details, or resolve things before you write a post, feel free to give me a text, (it's "xali")</span>