It's Erev Shabbat in the back room of the Jewish Bookstore, and Gisa is settled on one of the couches like she owns the damn place or something. She is leaning against the arm, a pillow tucked between her arm and that of the couch. Propped on the end of that same couch arm is a half-full glass of red wine, balanced neatly. One ankle's propped on the opposite knee, forming a platform on which she can rest her book -- a battered volume that's clearly well-loved and quite old, with post-its sticking out of various pages and notations in the margins. Things underlined. That sort of thing. Her right hand balances the book, holds a pen, turns pages right to left occasionally, and sometimes makes a little note in a margin or underlines something. Thoughtful Golem Face. The shin on her forehead glows with a gentle, steady light. If this seems like a way that people have seen Gisa before, well, it's not like goylomim are the most innovative of creatures when it comes to daily activities. They run on routine, almost compulsively so.
Two candles on the table are burning low, and there's half a loaf of challah bread on a plate, and a large clay pot full of spicy biryani sitting next to the candles. Dinner's dishes are sitting in the sink; apparently Gisa and someone else ate dinner in here a bit ago but there's plenty of leftover biryani if people so desire. Gisa? Reads Torah and drinks her wine.
Into the back room of the book store comes Miranda, a wisp of a smile coming to her lips as she spots the spread on the table, then her attention comes to rest on the golem herself. "Hello there, it's a nice place you have here, I'd been meaning to come and visit it one of these days."
Sid pushed the door open. Now some might argue it was the smell of the curry in teh biryani that were to bring Sid by, and it's so plausibly the odds of him saying that wasn't true would be considerably low. The author could bother describing him, but given his unfortunate malediction of being, he'd really have to ask everyone else to come to a consensus and let him know what it was. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans, a pair of worn, suede Vans, and a sweatshirt that read 'Your mom called, you left your game at home' on the front. A knit cap covered his head and jsut over his ears. His features though? That was a problem. He was one of those that seemed to be what you would expect or hope to see in him; a roguish grin, maybe stubble, maybe not. As soon as one looked away there was no good way to put a tak in making any of it stick in memory. Well damn. At least eh looked neat. or not. There were some short horns at his hairline though! Yes, we can all agree on that and that he was wearing skater kicks. He greeted looking around and upnodded watching for a moment but really half browsing at the same time. The mantle was agive away; He seemed to try to age and deconstruct things in illusion. But then there was the Golem and he cracked a wry grin, "Shaaaaalom, Gisa. What up. Long time." Ever hear a traditional greeting dropped like slang by a skater boy? Well now you have.
Lucky comes in too, a book tucked into his back pocket. It, too, looks old. But not the antique, leathery kind of old. This one just looks like a battered paperback that's seen a lot of love and use. This one, for those who care about titles and things, is 'The Nature of the Judicial Process', by Benjamin Cardozo. Not exactly a little light fantasy reading. "Heya," he calls to Gisa, moving over to sit himself down on whatever available seating is there. He's dressed in mostly black, without the cool phrases that Sid has on his shirt, but sporting a knit cap all the same. Nodding to the other two, he introduces himself. "Lucky. Nice to meet you," before looking over at the Golem again, trying to get a peek at the title of whatever she's reading.
"Shalom, Miranda. Please do come in," Gisa greets, setting aside her book, her pen, but not her wine. She rises to her feet, untucking them from under her backside. Her spine cracks and pops with a small cascade of rather hollow ceramic sounds. "There's wine and beer, or sweet tea and water, and leftover biryani from dinner." This is rather more extended toward the other two coming in. "Lucky, glad to see you." The book she set aside is labeled 'JPS Tanakh', gold lettering on a brown cover. And then her eyeflames spark and flare delightedly at Sid's appearance, and the golem sets down her wine to go and pick Sid up and swings him around in a circle. He gets a kiss to the cheek from her, even. "Sid Spokes! Shalom, bubbuleh!"
"Hey there handsome." Miranda says to Lucky, moving to begin preparing herself a glass of wine, a little smile offered, "Miranda Desrosiers, nice to meet you Lucky." she glances towards Sid next, offering that whispy smile to him next, "And a pleasure to meet you as well."
Sid looked slightly relieved at being recognized? Rememebred? Let's go with being not in trouble upon sight. That was a biggie. He gave the golem a hug and grinned a bit sheepish. "Good to see you too." His hands went to make sure his cap wasn't sliding off and upnodded to Lucky, "Sup, man. Sid. How's it goin?" He looked to Miranda and considered like he was trying to put data together. It brought back a null result. Ah well. "Miranda? Like the planet from Firefly? Bad ass name."
When Sid mentions Firefly? Lucky grins even wider. "Oh my god, he's a nerd. I like him already." He offers the satyr a little salute, saying, "I'd pick you up and swing you around or whatever, but I think we should probably at least buy each other a drink first." Though he does offer a little smile to Miranda as well, looking just the barest touch sheepish at being called 'handsome'. "Heya," he offers in return, hand making a little wave before looking to Gisa and asking, "Is the wine open for anyone? I can bring you another bottle next time I stop by." Because it's the polite thing to do.
A kiss to his other cheek -- and this is officially in More Emotion Than Goylomim Usually Have Ever -- and Gisa sets Sid back down. "Go get yourself some food, boychik. There's biryani, there's beer, there's wine." Eat, eat, you're so skinny! Gisa coughs, straightens her t-shirt (which is blue and has a Kosher Seal of Approval on it) and pats Sid on the shoulder. "Please, please, help yourself," she tells Lucky. "It's mostly sweet wine, it's all Israeli, there's a few different bottles. I did get a semi-dry for Alonso, it's the top right one on the rack. And don't worry about bringing more, I always have wine on order." One would have to, in order to keep getting Israeli wine in Vermont.
"Firefly?" Miranda asks, head tilting towards Sid a little bit with a soft little hmmn, "I dunno.. I guess so yeah." She goes to fetch another glass, pouring a second one as Lucky expresses his interest in the drink, "Would you like a glass as well?" she asks towards Sid, "I haven't actually seen that show, what's it about? I prefer French wines, but I'm curous to try out Israeli wine, I don't think I've ever tried it before."
Sid chuckeld and patted both Gisa's shoulders, "I'd tell you I'm good, no really but I know better. Gimme a moment and I'll try the rice...thingie. Promise." The satyr tilted his head to the side and glibly replied to the notion put out there by Lucky, "Well alright. I'm game, but I never buy first round." He sat because arguing would be pointless, though to Miranda there was an uptake of an ooh? "Awa yeah, that'd be fantastic. Thanks. It's um, well the show takes place following this crew that is working on getting along while trying to run a profitable transport and courier business. Sounds simple save for these good Dan space pirates, a lot of swearing in Chinese, and a crappy little planet where the least likely guy turns out to be a hero. And this woman who effectivly was kidnapped gets revenge on the man and helps protect her brother and can kill people with nothing but her farming mind." He paused and his teet set, tightly. "Farming...really... that's the best we got?" He sighed and carried on in spite of this, Anyways, it's really the same danged plot as any show: People dealing with getting by, and craziness ensuing. But in space. And swearin gin chinese. Totally worth it." Years of ruining a show have not helped him in giving a review of anything anymore.
"Also," Lucky adds, "it's got a lot of Western themes to it. Like, the old west movies. It's cowboys in space that are doing pirate-y things against an authoritarian government that's basically what England was to all of its colonies." He nods to Sid, though he raises an eyebrow at the man's choice of words. "Also, they say 'gorramn' a lot. It's a fun show. You should watch it." Though he takes the wine from Miranda, nodding thankfully. To Gisa, he asks, "What's the book about?" Because he clearly has no idea, but hey, it's a topic worthy of conversation if it's got all those post its in it. And then back to Sid, "I don't mind buying the first round. Or the second. It's the third where things tend to get really interesting, anyway."
The golem settles back into her favorite chair, tucking one of her bare ceramic feet under her backside again; she picks up her own wineglass with a tinkling sound of clay fingers against glass. "It sounds like a good show. What time is it on?" Gisa takes a small swallow of it -- she drinks her wine in small sips -- and flicks her gaze back and forth between the three of them, her eyeflames literally flickering. "Are you here for the duration, boychik, or are you only coming to visit?" This is most clearly directed at Sid.
"Huh, sounds interesting." Miranda says, though there isn't a whole lot of excitement in her voice. She delivers a glass towards Sid, "And, I'd hope you gentlemen would be buying us drinks if we were out on town, it's the gentlemanly thing to do, afterall. But luckily we're not." She says with a wisp of a smile as she moves to find herself a seat upon the couch.
Sid seemed utterly either too comfortable wherever he went or that he was everywhere else for so short a time nothing was really 'at home' Or he was derranged. Derranged was always an option. He regarded them like this was an educational principal up for debate here. Fingers took teh glass and a curious maybe genuine smile warmed "Thank you and of course we would. You should totally join us." As if there were actual concrete plans at this point. "Freeze that, Lucky. You ever make it to round 9? That's where you're so fizzed drunk that you try to convince someone that you're the Emperor of the country they're from? No souffle, there I was in Amsterdam, lit like a roman candle and and told them "I'm the Emperor of Sweeden" They tell me "Uhhh I'm FROM Sweeden. We don't HAVE an emperor." To which I replied, "Than clearly you need one, and though it is short notice, I accept." Said with all the genuine pains that would ensue from utter sincerity>
The question was out there and he paused, and took a bite of the biryani and let that occupy the moment where he was stilldeciding. "I don't know Best I got. I Thought maybe get my feet back under me. Try to find my old outfit but something got... to them? Every one of them so now I'm sort of figuring out what direction to go in. FIgure myself out. Ya know, like one does. How about you all?" He looked from Lucky to Miranda and paused for a moment there maybe still trying to place her in memory, and then to Gisa who got a head tilt. He never did quite figure out what made a Golem move aside from not stopping.
Lucky looks at Sid, taking in his story curiously. "So what you're saying is, you bet I can't make it to round 10 and one-up that? Challenge accepted." Someone seems to have made a quick and easy friend. "When do we leave?" Though he does look over his shoulder to Miranda, grinning. "We live in the age of gender equality. I won't be party to that kind of sexism. But if you want to take turns on who buys, I'm all for that. That's what equality is all about!" And then, back to Gisa, "I don't know if they've got Israeli wine, or whatever, but I'm pretty sure that we can find you something that isn't verboten, if you feel like going out?" Because what could possibly go wrong with a drunken golem in tow?
The whole train of Sid's thought seems to sort of wash over her like a wave, and the way the golem takes it is with the sort of easy thoughtfulness that's so typical of her. She is a rock and Sid's babbling conversation is just one more wave from an endless ocean of Sid-waves. It washes away, and she remains. "What is important is that you are here now. There is a pull-out couch here, you can sleep on it if need be." Gisa takes another swallow of her wine, that clink-clink of ceramic on glass once more. "I cannot buy drinks on Shabbos, or anything on Shabbos, so I could not take my turn," she demurs with a small wave of her hand. "Alonso will be back in not too long in any case. This is why I drink at home on Shabbos."
"All the more reason you ought to buy us our drinks." Miranda says with a little glance over at Lucky, followed by a slight smile. "But I'm happy to go out somewhere if you guys would like, but we can stay here and drink instead, we've plenty of wine. Whatever you guys would like, I'm easy." she takes a drink from her glass of wine, glancing over towards Sid a little then to Gisa, "What exactly is Shabbos? Is that another character or something from the space show?"
Sid offered to Gisa, "I was thinking we pick a Tuesday." Unfortunately for Lucky, or maybe fortunate, the Suck was also an enabler. He eyes that challenge critically and said "We go. We go. Whowever is last man standing? They get to be Emperor of the country they want for like what? A day? A week? And the other person gets dual-citizenship for that time as a loyal subject- within reason, and starting immediatly thereafter or thereafter bail is posted if need be." The rules were way too specific to suggested that an arrest for a potential drunk and disorderly might have occurred before in a past story. he looked to Miranda and summed up less eloquently than Gisa could, "It's an observed day of rest effectivly. Things aren't bought, work isn't done. It's resting. On the upshot I didn't have to mow our lawn on a saturday. Downside? Did you know the lawn will still be there and need mwing on Sunday? True fax." He shrugged as if that's teh way it goes someimtes. There was the offer of hospitality though and he said to Gisa, "I don't know I could leans on yoru hospitality again wihtout need. You know in case someone else needed it? I'm set up at the Wayhouse right now but if that changes I'll find you before I do something stupid." he paused and corrected, "Okay probably after, but I'll come by. Sunday if your'e free though?" He didn't say what ot why but left that there. Looking back to teh other two he noted to Lucky, "She's got that look of who are these people. We definiately got to invte her. Miranda, I promise it's a blast."
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