[Re-Introduction: Sir Dinadan]

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

Dinadan awakens, which is already several positive steps ahead of where he thought he'd be this morning (viz. in the void from which there is no awakening, or in the hereafter that he has done nothing particularly to avoid). A giddy thrill of relief washes through him. He cautiously cracks one eye open, and then the other. For a moment, the sunlight's brightness overwhelms him--an aching reminder that he is, somehow, alive.

But as the sunlight becomes bearable, he realizes that he is somehow, impossibly, once again, in Sagramore's cabbages.


"Christ, do you really only have one joke?" he calls to the sky--but he's grinning all the same. A life condemned to cabbages is better than a death condemned to Hell or the void, and given those are the only two options, he'll gladly take the cabbages.

Friends and strangers may find a tall, blond knight minstrel wandering around in Sagramore's borrowed clothes, occasionally strumming his rebec, definitely not touching anything he shouldn't.

Comments

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"What's he like, this Claudius?" Dinadan is doing his best to picture the kind of man who'd marry Galahad, and all he's coming up with is an equally somber God-botherer. Just as nice as a man who's essentially a marble statue, what the hell does that mean??

[vineleaves]

"Oh, just absolutely lovely! Very friendly and charming, and he loves gardening, and he's teaching my -- ah, this kid here I sort of look after, Mercutio, ah, Claudius is teaching him science. Mostly just how to blow stuff up, I think, from the sound of it--"

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

Dinadan does his very best to pick his jaw up off of the ground. "He sounds like a fit friend for a god of wine and drama," he manages, after a moment. "Are you absolutely sure we have the same Galahad? Pale, solemn, frighteningly good with a blade?"

[vineleaves]

"Pale, only solemn sometimes or if you're just not paying enough attention, and I can't speak to how good he is or isn't with a blade, I try to stay away from things that sharp as often as I can help it."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Probably the same Galahad. Christ, this place changes people! I heard Lancelot laugh yesterday."

[vineleaves]

"Oh good, he's got a lovely laugh, doesn't he? -- Ah, I think it's more that this place allows people to be who they are at their core, without needing to worry about any societal bullshit they might have been forced to endure, and to recover from it." Not to mention being free from the Christian god and all his problems.

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Mm. And what about people who have no core? People who are so good at patter and shine that they never bothered to develop anything beneath it?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, everyone has a core. Even if they haven't realized what it is yet."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"If you weren't the god of drama, I'd refuse to take you at your word--but I suppose if anyone would know, you would."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus grins. "Being a god has perks, occasionally."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Only occasionally?"

[vineleaves]

"Okay, most of the time."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"That's what I thought."

[vineleaves]

"Oh! Speaking of, would you like some wine?"

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"How good of you to ask!" A deep bow. "I'd be delighted."

[vineleaves]

As is a common sight for people in the mansion by now, but likely decidedly uncommon of a sight for newly-arrived Dinadan, Dionysus makes a tangle of vines appear in the air that fade away, leaving behind two glasses of a nice red wine. He hands one to Dinadan with a smile. "All yours!"

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"That is a perk," says Dinadan, eyes widening. He reaches out to take a glass, and sips. "Quite a good vintage, too."

[vineleaves]

“I’m glad you like it! If you ever want any others, or anything specific let me know. I can make whatever wine you’d like, so long as it’s a grape-based on and not a rice wine or anything — oh! Actually I can make mead now too, I have my thyrsus back, it usually stays in my rooms though so that I don’t lose it again-“

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

"Now that's interesting--wine doesn't require any special accoutrements?"

[vineleaves]

"Nah, I can do anything grape-based. Can't make honey on my own though. Oh, I can make glass and metal and such though."

[rebecs_with_the_straps]

Dinadan tilts his head. "Why glass and metal? I admit, I'm no more a glassblower or a jeweler than I am a grape-farmer, but I'm fairly sure those aren't ... made of grapes."

[vineleaves]

"Imagine if I could make wine, but not anything to keep it in! That would be entirely too messy."