Necropolis City Hall

Here is where they business of state is handled. People come and go conversing in the lobby and making deals with politicians. Those who are permitted often take private business to the morgue below.

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Isaiah Hellermann (I.C.E.): **Endscene?**

Leonard Farol: ((Annnnd Scene...))

Zara Schwartz: ((Thanks for the RP!))

Leonard Farol: ((Glad to have you along.))

Leonard Farol: ((I've got 30minutes left to my shift then I'm off. might be back later. Peace all))

Leonard Farol: (((GONE)))

Mississippi Murphy (Eshu Grump): *A yawn as he walks by* I still like the architecture..

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: His slightly larger that five and a half frame seeming more energetic than his mid-twenties age would suggest with a clean t-shirt, threadbare jeans with some minor rips and a pair of worn hiking boots. His face is clean shaven with fair skin, his usually unruly red hair is pulled back into a tail ((usual for picks of Steven Segal)) and has the scent of 'Irish Springs' on him. His instrument case ((dulcimer, if one knows)) is slung over his shoulder. David goes to a half wall In front of the building, then gets from the case a dulcimer. After getting situated, he starts to pick a tune of 'Here We Come A-wassailing', though fine tuning as he goes. ((only one success on that song & it's 18:40 CDT for those keeping time on the 14th of May, in the year Two-thousand and Seventh))

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: Not really feeling it, plays moderate version of 'King of the Fairies'. ((note: time between postings are about as long as the song told))

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: He nods and continues with a rendering of 'Scarborough Fair', seeming to want to get lost in his music. ((Time was wrong 20:40 CDT))

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: David attempts again to loose himself, this time playing trough of 'Colcannon'.

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: He continue to ply his art at the strings with a rendering of 'Wild Mountain Thyme'.

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: David seems to be picking with a version of 'Dheanainn Sugradh'

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: He does a good rendering of 'Carrickfergus', though feels that he is not good enough for more, and starts to pack up.

David Fionndamh <Outside City Hall>: David finishes his packing, then starts walking done the road, wondering on things in his mind, as he departs the area. ((Gone at 22:05 EDT))

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David Fionndamh <Outside>: His slightly larger that five and a half frame seeming more energetic than his mid-twenties age would suggest with a clean t-shirt, threadbare jeans with some minor rips and a pair of worn hiking boots. His face is clean shaven with fair skin, his usually unruly red hair is pulled back into a tail ((usual for picks of Steven Segal)) and has the scent of 'Irish Springs' on him. His instrument case ((dulcimer, if one knows)) is slung over his shoulder. David goes to a half wall In front of the building, then gets from the case a dulcimer. After getting situated, he starts to pick a tune of 'Here We Come A-wassailing', though fine tuning as he goes. ((it's 07:45 CDT for those keeping time on the 27th of May, in the year of Two-thousand Seventeenth))

David Fionndamh <Outside>: His playing reflects the feeling of the day ((only quieting at this location, if the city has a parade to remember the Fallen. I will have him here for a while more, checking in about every ten or so minutes until I post that I have him leave.))

David Fionndamh <Outside>: He continues to play, though he is a busker, today is one that he does not feel it is right to be overly boisterous or proud in his music. For it is only because of brave people that have sacrificed their lives and well being for the Freedom of others. So he does play the Scout's Vesper (though can be mistaken for "O Tannenbaun"/"Oh, Cristmass Tree" if one knows not the miniscule differences) in honor of those that served.

David Fionndamh <Outside>: Just shy of three hours of playing, he feels it is time for a meal. He packs up and goes for the time to hunt up someplace to eat. ((Gone, For Now, @ 11:30/08:30 EDT/PDT))

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The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.
The City Morgue (0)
This dreary place is located below the Necropolis City Hall and is where those who wish for their conversations to fall on only truly dead ears meet to discuss their plans.

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