Virana smiled at the comment about finding somewhere to park and shrugged.

"Sometimes you just get lucky. Though to be honest I am not from this area at all, I'm from out by Green Bay Wisconsin. Though both my parents are from this area so who knows maybe this person knows them, or one of my older siblings, so that could be a help."

Virana's comment coaxes out the closest thing to a warm smile that Grabble is capable of. "No kidding? I'm not from around here either actually. Chicago's my home town." He narrows his eyes for a moment. "Doesn't mean I like you though. I'm still a Bears fan."

Grabble starts to walk towards the door of the Ansonia. "If there's an off chance that he might knows your folks, I say you can go ahead and take point. Warning from the folks in charge is to make sure he doesn't get his claws in you though. Apparently he likes to sleep with anything that has two legs."

Virana follows slightly behind Grabble as he approaches the building.

"I honestly don't know if this person would know my parents or not, but given the fact that their well over 900 years old and used to live in this area I thought it might be a possibility, As for sleeping arrangements I doubt he would have anything of interest for me, as I prefer tails like mine for partners and so far of those types haven't found any I care for."

Grabble chuckles. "I'm not suggesting that you ought to pursue it. Just giving you a heads up." He walks up to the doorman and greets him with a tip of his hat and a grunt. "The girl and I are here to see Luthraeg Levorsenheld. I believe we're expected." The goblin's diction though the cigar is truly impressive.
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In the elegant lobby of the Ansonia, the Doorman calls Luthraeg's apartment to clear two visitors, and then sends the two up to suite at the southeast corner of the 9th floor.  The Ansonia has one of New York's grand historical staircases, but the elevator is faster.

Luthraeg's door swings open by itself.  It's the sort of thing that Fey would conclude is magic, but Humans are so much more sensible and logical about these things, and it must certainly be a hidden motor, either remote controlled or connected to a sensor of some kind.  The apartment inside is lavishly decorated, but seems to switch styles every wall.

"Come in, come in, if it's my lunch leave it on the kitchen counter, if you are here to see me, room on the right, please."

His voice has a richness and strength to it that could land him a career on Broadway in theater, or at least, broadcast.

The Unseelie, all Fey know, have an obsession with perfection and beauty- including in themselves.  Like their Faerie counterparts, they have natural good looks and charm, but they will use every bit of magic and fashion they can acquire to push it further.  Luthraeg is tall and slim, with long blond hair and a hand stitched Italian suit of the kind that if you ask how much it costs, you obviously can't afford it.

And of course, Fey can see through the Veil.  That is his natural form.  Well, that plus pointed ears, of course.

That works two ways, though.  Certainly, Luthraeg recognizes a Goblin when he sees one, but he gives Virana a curious - but very appreciative- look.

Virana followed Grabble as they where taken to Luthraegs room and was remaining behind Grabble but couldn't help but smile at the curious look he gave her at their meeting and just for the heck of it shifted her clothes slightly to allow her two tails to be revealed behind her and swished them a bit.

Grabble, as a rule, doesn't trust anyone who wears a suit; much less a suit that costs more than a reasonable person would pay for a car. He gives the Unseelie his squinty eyed appraisal and take a full second to decide how he wants to approach broaching the subject of the invitation. Finally deciding that he'll start with introductions, Grabble grins obnoxiously. "Good afternoon Mr. Luthraeg. My name is Grabble and this is Virana. We're from the library." He removes his hat and places it over his heart.

In the most innocent tone he can manage, Grabble explains what brings the two of them there. "For a reason that I can't imagine, they wanted to extend an invitation for you to join them for Thanksgiving dinner." Grabble's face is bright with false sincerity.

Luthraeg answers in a syrupy and slightly condescending voice.  "An invitation?  For me?  Of course they would, of course.  But they sent a Goblin?  A lovely lady and a Goblin?  What were they thinking?"

He gestures for them to makes themselves at home in his living room.  The furniture looks like its upholstered in some kind of faux fur.

"Let us talk about this, because I am most interested.  What indeed are they thinking?  Heaven knows some there are not fond of me.  Would you like something?  Vodka martini?  Humans have made an art form of alcohol, truly, if there is a magic they have mastered but we have not, this is it.  I have only the best, here.  I have always thought, why waste one's time with anything but the best.  Do you agree?"

Grabble doesn't hesitate to take advantage of Luthraeg's hospitality. He throws himself down on a couch and lounges in a way the oozes impropriety. The goblin may not be outwardly as dirty as some of his kin, but he is still a Goblin and has a aura of uncleanliness despite his appearance. It takes only a moment for Grabble to think of what drink to ask for. "In that case, I'm guessing you don't have Bud Light. I never drink cocktails and, personally, I've never been partial to those foofy craft beers." A broad grin stretches across Grabble's face.

He twirls one hand in the air idly as he answers the questions. "Honestly, I don't think they wanted to send me. I volunteered." He adopts a tone of faux, exaggerated politeness. "However, they wanted to ensure that someone of your prominence in our community received a personal invitation. You would be most welcome and the library would be honored to have you attend."

Virana slowly moved to take a seat near Grabble and listened to Luthreag before she spoke up.

"Just because something is expensive does not mean it is the best, my old sixty thousand dollar truck has blown the doors off of new two hundred thousand dollars cars that the owners have had performance tuning done on. But I was asked to come by the other person who was supposed, to but an emergency came up and she had to take care of it so asked me to come. As my father knows and trusts her I decided to do her a favor by coming here. Though I do not think the library would ask you to come if they where not serious about the request, as even from the little tiem I was there I could see that they where busy with other things aswell, so it could simply be that a goblin was the only other individual at the library that wasn't busy with other important work."

Luthraeg's eyes go wide, as he loses composure, but just for a moment.

"You have a truck?" he asks Virana in a voice that sounds surprised, shocked, and slightly disgusted at the same time.  "Surely you jest!  A truck! Mud flaps!  I see you in a classic sports car, a thing of beauty and power.  Perhaps a Lotus Evora.  If you do not have one, we can see how you do in mine, yes?"


The Unseelie's golden eyes scan his bar. Yes, he knows, there is no "Bud Light".  Nothing like that.

"No cocktails... but you look like someone who would appreciate a straight shot of vodka, then.  Let me get that for you.  Now, this Thanksgiving, I assume a very exclusive guest list, yes?"

Grabble lets out a loud, impolite laugh at the car suggestion. "That hardly seems like a 'classic' car. There's hardly a need for any car in this city though." He noticeably does not turn down the vodka.

The goblin makes a mocking face behind the Unseelie's back when he turns to go to the bar and grins at Virana. "The guest list is exclusive enough that they didn't invite me, though I guess that's not saying much. I understand it will be THE event of the year though." Grabble pauses and scrunches up his face as though he is trying to look like he is thinking hard. "Honestly though, this is the library we're talking about. I doubt those nerds could throw a real party."

Virana frowned at the mention of the lotus and shook her head. "No offense sir, but I can't stand midget mobiles, and the more modern a vehicle is the less I like it. But back home I do have three other vehicles, a 1966 Olds Toronado, a 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona, and a 1983 DMC Delorean. My truck is a 1986 GMC one ton crew cab dually 4x4 with a modified engine. I like it because it's a tricky monster, most see it and think its slow just because of it's size, but I love seeing their jaws drop when the monster takes off leaving them in the dust.  As to the party I think my father might have mentioned some of them, though that was a while back he did say that they where usually fairly high class events especially for the fey community, though he did also say that sometimes things could get a bit out of control at the later times of the party."

At first Luthraeg looked fascinated by Virana, but now he seems more appalled.  "Trucks.  And I suppose you listen to music by people wearing... blue jeans and... those hats.  How on Earth did a Kitsune, one of the most dignified and elegant of the clans of the Fey... how did such a travesty happen?  If you tell me catch fish, I shall be nauseous."

He turns to the Goblin.  "At least you, sir, have no excuse and need no explanation, you are what you are and so are we all.  A real party is obviously any party at which I am present.  Though, I must point out, there are some who might be putt off by my presence.  You obviously know what I am.  Do you know of the Seelie Court?  What separates us from them?  The reason for the hostility between us?"

"I prefer instrumental music mostly and usually from two bands, Mannheim Steamroller, and Trans Siberian Orchestra. As for dignity, I think a vehicle built for work has more dignity then one built solely for looks which is what most high end exotics are. My dually, was built for work and where would the world be without those that work, where would you be without those others that are willing to do the hard work. the Delorean, was one of the few cars I like that was partially intended for show more then go, but it is actually fairly popular for a vehicle that was only built for two years, though most of that is because of the movie trilogy, Back to the future, that and it's stainless steel body. The Olds Toronado, was the first front wheel drive luxury car GM produced, yet it was also at the same time categorized as a muscle car, the Daytona was a street car built specifically for racing on two mile oval tracks, all of my vehicles are rare and hard to find Mr. Luthraeg. Also Kitsune are usually mischievous by nature, so why should we not like other things that can be aswell? My truck, most people see that monster and think it's a slow plodding piece of junk, just by looking at it, but when challenged that truck has never lost in a drag race against any other. The Daytona was the reason NASCAR banned the big block v8 engines for the 1970 season and held a top speed record for 15 years. those vehicles have dignity of their own Mr. Luthraeg. Plus in my own experience those older vehicles are alot more reliable then modern vehicles are. But perhaps it would be best if both of us stop talking about vehicles for now.."

Grabble is half way through figuring out the most insulting way to explain the difference between the Seelie and Unseelie courts when Virana launches into her lecture on classic automobiles. He goblin feels his eyes begin to grow heavy as she talks about Deloreans, but he snaps back to wakefulness as she finishes. "Darn right I'm not going to make any excuses. What were we talking about? Oh right, you were saying something about people being put off by you and I was about to sarcastically reply that I couldn't possibly imagine people not enjoying being in your company. I'm a goblin, people never want me around and I couldn't care less." Grabble rolls his heads to crack his neck which creates a very disturbing noise.

The goblin snaps his fingers as he remembers the question Luthraeg asked. "Look Luthy, I know all I really care to know about the Seelie and the Unseelie courts. They're both a bunch of crusty old Fey who are very powerful and very full of themselves. There's a lot of complicated politics that I keep my nose out of, but sometimes someone pays me enough to get involved. Until there's money on the table though, I really don't care." He gives the Fey a sort of apologetic shrug.

"I am most put off," Luthraeg says calmly.  "If the library wanted to invite me they could mail an invitation, I would have thought that sending it by messenger was a courtesy.  And yet I have... ah, what am I saying, you are what you are."

He turns back to Virana.  "Though you are not without graces... of a most unusual nature.  Still, some sparks of culture gleam.  Mannheim… good music came from Mannheim.  Mozart studied there… I knew him once.  Not exactly what most Humans think him to be, of course.  But that is water long under the bridge.  I am glad you have a calling, though it is the last thing I would expect of one living here.  You are a fish out of water, that much is clear."

"Now the two of you may not want to learn more about the Seelie, but there will come a time when you wish you had.  There are many unsettled issues, regarding us, and them. Perhaps you will get to see.  You may consider your message delivered, though I still need the location.  Do you have others to visit?"

Grabble kicks his feet up onto an ottoman. "Oh no, we were sent for you specially. The library thought you desreved a personal invitation." He grins maliciously. "They might regret choosing me honestly." He looks over at Virana. "Well Thanksgiving is always on a Thursday and, as far as I know, the party is at the library. Which is a good incentive to keep any scheming from making a mess." The goblin laces that statement with meaning and reclines in his seat, making no move to get up and leave.

OOC: From what I read in the Library thread, the dinner will be hosted at the Library right? Grabble isn't trying to give false info, I just don't recall a specific location being mentioned.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:54, Sun 18 Dec 2016.

Yes, the dinner is at the library.  Thanksgiving eve.


"At the library," Luthraeg repeats, in a 'thinking' voice.  "Well I shall consider it.  It might be interesting to see what others of the Fey world attend.  You may put me down for a very definite Maybe."

Grabble inclines his head with exaggerated formality to the Fae. "Very good. I'll deliver the response posthaste." The goblin makes no move to get up and leave however. Instead, he reclines as far as possible in his seat and shuts his eyes. For a brief moment he flashes another grin in Virana's direction.

Virana shrugged at the comment about culture.  "I grew up out in the country with a six mile drive before you even started to see signs of town rather then farm fields."

Virana then grinned before she imparted a little more information that every other occasion had caused shock on the part of the fey hearing it.  "Also I am only 20 years old after all not really a lot of time to develop a lot of high culture now is it."

The Unseelie faerie ponders his two visitors for another moment, and as his kind are wont to do, instinctively calculates the values exchanged.  And he frowns, for he is the loser.  All he has done is given away the gift of his presence, and what has he gained in return?

Not a single hopeful glance from the automotively oriented Kitsune.  Luthraeg has already dismissed her as a possibility.  Faeries are supposed to enjoy music and art and beauty, not... machines.

And he will have to suffer through the company of all those other...  It has always been the view of the Unseelie Courts that most other Fey should participate primarily as servants, or perhaps entertainment.  A few of the finer ones could be guests, but certainly this dinner at the library would include so many of those Brownies and other wretched wee folk.

"I will make a deal with you," he says as they are preparing to leave.  "There are still some who are deserving of my presence... and I do not speak of the Seelie.  There is a Sylph, Breeze, who has taken up so many Human ways that some say she forgets who she is.  If she is at this gathering I shall be most grateful.  I would even bestow upon you a gift, if you were to see to this."

Grabble, who is making no preparations to leave what so ever, puts his hands behind his head and interlaces his fingers. "I might be willing to see that she gets in invitation, but let's be honest here Luthy. If you want to motivate me enough to do a good job..." The goblin extends his right hand an rubs his fingers together in a recognizable gesture that says 'pay me'.

He slowly puts his hand back behind his head and closes his eyes. "Because if you really want her there, you'd want me to do a better job inviting her than I've done inviting you. That will most easily be accomplished by an offer with specifics." He opens one eye and grins to Virana. "Appearances aside, I can be very charming if I put my mind to it. I just need appropriate incentive."

Virana rolled her eye's at Grabbles comments before she speaks up.

"I suppose you could almost then say that neither of us are actually at our best, after all I just arrived in town earlier today after finishing the drive from Green Bay Wisconsin, and my first stop on getting to town was the library where I was meeting a friend of my parents. Who was actually the other person who was supposed to be here, but something came up and she wasn't able to come and asked me to instead."

"I offer you this," Luthraeg says.  "The knowledge that I would be a most gracious guest, and indebted to a... a Goblin.  That is no small thing.  I, the Baron Caldus Von Luthraeg, owing a favor to a Goblin.  Ha, the irony; if you were mortal, I could do a great deal for you.  But you know how magic works, I presume.  If we were that free, the greatest among us would be granting wishes for each other all day, and be as gods.  But... I can at least offer you.. this."

Luthraeg opens a drawer in a nearby desk, and presents a business card to Grabble.

It is to a tailor shop.  Hemmerschteim's.

"Tell him I sent you," Luthraeg says with a slight smile.  "Well, is there any other business, then?"