[09/22 12:43am] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty tumbles roughly through the air, catching himself at the last moment. Rising from a crouch, he adjusts the angle of his top hat and leans heavily on his cane as he catches his breath.
[09/22 12:45am] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty draws his dice from his waistcoat and casts them with a clatter. They change as they tumble, joining together and flattening into a large piece of printed broadsheet.
[09/22 12:56am] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty pockets his dice, which have somehow rematerialized in his palm. The broadsheet reads: FOR THE CONVOCATION OF STRINGS to be observed at the bowing of the chord, IT IS REQUESTED THAT..
[09/22 12:58am] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty watches as print continues to write itself out on the piece of broadsheet: MSSR LIAR and MLLE SKIDGE arrange for a RENDEZVOUS with ZOLOTISTY at their EARLIEST CONVENIENCE.
[09/22 01:00am] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty pads through the broadsheet, headed for the Dip. It ripples, reforms, and thoughtfully adds in smaller script: Any other CONCERNED or KNOWLEDGEABLE persons should feel WELCOME to DO THE SAME.
[09/23 10:50pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge strolls through town, looking..remarkably clean and unrumpled. She gazes about, noticing the broadsheet. “Hrm.” She wanders off, possibly in search of others.
[09/24 12:04am] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge comes back and carefully straightens the broadsheet, then dusts it off.

[09/24 12:18am] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge strolls through the Grounds with what could be the faintest hint of an air of disapproval. Occasionally, she straightens something. Walking by the koi pond, she pulls on a pair of white gloves.
[09/24 12:21am] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge runs her finger along the side of the pond, looks at it, notices that her gloves are now irretreivably stained, and walks off again, making little indignant noises.

[09/24 09:29pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty strolls into the Outpost, itching idly at his ear. He pauses near the broadsheet, doubletaking. Surely that corner was dogeared when he left it.
[09/24 09:31pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty investigates. Raising his eyebrows, he deliberately reaches out and nudges the broadsheet a few degrees skew. Intent, he retreats to a nearby alley to observe, waiting.
[09/24 09:49pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge walks briskly into town, still inordinately clean. She appears quite irritated about something. Noting the broadsheet, she gives an annoyed sigh and straightens it again. “Some people..”
[09/24 09:51pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty perks his ears in rapt interest. Skidge? On this Island? FASCINATING. He reappears neatly nearby the broadsheet, looking casually disinterested. “Bloody consistent weather we're having.”
[09/24 09:54pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge looks as though she is under some emotional strain and doing her best to keep it from showing. “Oh? Consistent? There was a rain of fish on my way here, yes, I suppose that is usual.”
[09/24 09:56pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge gives a tiny, brittle and utterly unconvincing smile. “Made a mess, not that anybody noticed. It took some doing to get them piled up according to genus. The salmon, especially.”
[09/24 09:57pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty nods sagely. “Mn. Aye, you'll get those in the wilds that way.” He gestures vaguely to the southeast. (If someone confidently told him CC404 lay that way, he'd nod sagely to that too.)
[09/24 10:00pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty smiles slowly. “Did you manage the speciation correctly, though? Pesky business, depends altogether on who you ask. Mayr or Dobzhansky, who can tell.” He produces a coin from his cuff.
[09/24 10:03pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge is still giving off the impression of desperately trying to give off the impression of being completely under control. “What have you done, Zolotisty? What have you DONE?”
[09/24 10:03pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty spins the coin, and makes a show of accidentally dropping it. When it hits the ground, several dozen coins of varying mints and circulations scatter in every direction.
[09/24 10:04pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty looks patently guileless. “Fumbled that's all I've really done. Very sorry, even I can be clumsy sometimes.” His eyes gleam nonetheless.
[09/24 10:05pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge continues, “Is this another one of your little tricks, the little things you do to prove how much better you are than everyone else? Because, like everything else, this is not funny.”
[09/24 10:07pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge twitches a little. She most definitively Does Not Look at the coins. Noticing that she has a slight wrinkle on her sleeve as a result of her Inappropriate Emotional Outburst, she brushes at it.
[09/24 10:11pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge says evenly, “And I managed the speciation just fine, thank you very much.” She glances at the coins. Nudges one slightly to the left. She goes back to Not Looking At Them.
[09/24 10:14pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty crouches, stacking a few coins. “Tricks! Tshah. I don't play tricks, m'moiselle. I'm a Rascal, not a charlatan. But what is 'this' that you're on about?”
[09/24 10:15pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty watches her. The coins clink pleasantly, and he stacks a few more without looking at them.
[09/24 10:19pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge has a vein on her forehead, usually covered up by her bowler hat, which is not in evidence. That vein is popping a little. “You wish to know what I am referring to? Which this?”
[09/24 10:25pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge folds her hands together. They're trembling, a bit spasmodically. Obviously, it has Nothing To Do with the coins. “This.. this place,” almost spat, “..is NOT RIGHT.”
[09/24 10:27pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge goes on, prissily, “Do you know? Do you know what I saw? Over there..” she points to the Common Grounds, “over there, there is a Koi Pond. Clearly labeled. Clearly! Yet..”
[09/24 10:27pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty beams, wolfish. “And it's not left, either. But do go on.”
[09/24 10:28pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge lowers her voice to a scandalized whisper; “There is no koi in the koi pond.” She muses. “I thought perhaps, the rain of fish, there would be koi, but there weren't..”
[09/24 10:29pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge hisses, “And it was FILTHY.”
[09/24 10:32pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty continues stacking coins. One of the engraved faces makes an expression of panic as another coin covers it. “Oh, the water dragons. We could call them koi, if that makes you feel any better.”
[09/24 10:34pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty condenses the stack into a single coin, and begins the stacking process all over again. “I'm not responsible for those, though, and I'm still not certain why you've got your knickers in a twist.”
[09/24 10:34pm] <QQQ> The Pedant Skidge sputters. “You call them.. you CALL them??!!” She visibly tries to calm herself.“Right! Of course. You call them koi, and that obviously makes it all right then. STOP THAT!”
[09/24 10:35pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty muses that Skidge's knickers are especially twistprone to begin with. He makes a mental note to himself to buy her new ones when Inappropriate Gift Day rolls around.
[09/24 10:40pm] <SPOON> The Gentleman Zolotisty smirks. “Alright, I'll stop.” He pockets his coin, standing amid the others. (Forgeries, all.) “Let's go somewhere a bit more pleasant, shall we?” Taking her by the wrist, he disappears.